My name is Kurt Brown, alias Saint Ram Bone, a native of Prichard and
Mobile. I came back here recently and I post thoughts and observances at
my
website Mobile Audit Club and on my Youtube videos by saintrambone.
Daily Foreword January 23, 2008:
This segment of the daily foreword will be moved to the Quatrains 6 page
on
Jan. 23.
I have been made sick from injections and torture by crime syndicates in
the
federal government. My folly was to re****t money laundering and murder.
I
have come to the conclusion that we are under attack in that arena, but by
whom? By what? I feel that when we call on our telephones registered in
our names or send out emails from our email addresses that are at a
specific
location, we are pinpointed electronically to be assassinated if we are
alone. Regarding the death of Thomas Crane Wales, federal prosecutor and
Illinois assistant attorney, Michael Messer, 49, both were killed in 2001,
both were alone. Wales I have read made a call on his phone and sent out
an
email, and his phone call indicated he was alone.
http://www.seattleweekly.com/2002-09-18/news/assassination-on-queen-anne.php
I have survived numerous attempts on my life, one was a serious attack in
2001, the others were perhaps harassment although one was a stalking
incident in a vehicle coming out of St. Louis in 2003 or 2004. The
federal
agent in my Youtube video contacted my spouse demanding my cellular phone
number in late 2007.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndAT9eseRlM
I believe someone broke into my home on 12/29/2007 when I was home alone
with no dogs. The agent already had my home phone, and now he had my
cellular phone. I believe I was injected or something or some chemical
was
placed into the skull behind the left ear. The bed was a mess and my
spouse
thought I had slept with someone in it. I had blood on my anus that
morning, not before or since like that.
My relation****p with my spouse was ruined years ago because she does not
like my involvement in re****ting as an independent journalist or my
involvement in government as an auditor whose quarry is government
criminals, like Sheriff Jack Tillman, thief now retired, and FDIC money
launderers, some now shuffled in the deck. The truth is that their crime
syndicates have redundancy like an electronic grid and when one circuit
fails, another takes over.
What is strange lately is that sometimes I see flashes of black, like a
moving shadow, varying in size. It could just be the blind spot in the
eye,
as myself and a relative witnessed one of these one time, the size of a
silver dollar and that relative pointed it out. A man died recently who I
knew and who I had respect for, a man who had married a woman I once knew
and they lived in the poorer outskirts of Mobile. When he died, it was as
if this fast moving thing hit me, wrapped around me and kept going, and I
found at later it was at the same time he died. I get lesser of those
flashes of black. Perhaps it is the blind spot in my vision I see, who
knows. I think I know his messge though if I recount my dreams or perhaps
our silent conversations.
We have to be careful what we say though as our enemies are always
standing
by with a straight jacket and electronics to track our cell phones. I was
not doing any drugs or alcohol when I saw that. A woman in the store saw
it
also. I was buying gas in Slidell Louisiana outside of New Orleans at
that
time. It happens quite a bit and I find it disturbing somewhat but
managable. The message is sometimes inherent I suppose, such as mutual
efforts in some task in this life. It is my suspicion that I was damaged
by
the forced injections of chemicals into my body by the crimes syndicates
of
the government or their technological manifestations. I do not believe
though that is it in its entirety. Perhaps I will be able to make heads
and
tails of it before I am dead.
I have an active imagination, feverish, like many left handed people and
it
scares right handed people who are bereft of original thought. I
sometimes
think of my conscious as being like a pyramid of triangles in many
directions when I use my imagination, a sort of flesh. Perhaps this is
what
was spoke of in the Bible, in the end, the revealing of knowledge not
known
before. Perhaps when I die, those dark shadows that pass before me will
be
waiting in the creators house for our tally to find where we stand or sit
or
vanish. That man I speak of was a carpenter who died, perhaps his size
indicates his relevance in the creators eyes. One of the big guys there,
one of the little guys here.
On one last thought, I feel the pig-ment farm of segregation in much of
the
USA will vanish as shades of flesh merge over time. The question is, will
all of us vanish, if we ever existed as we see, with our two little beady
eyes.
This section will go to Love Line 7 of Mobile Audit Club, weapons design.
I
envision a weapon, a physics weapon, in its structure, if you can imagine,
an orange, the outer layer is the outer cir***ference encomp***** all of
earth or a ****tion of it, like an orange peel, and coming down from the
orange peel is the inflated bubbles whose outer walls are the pulp of the
orange, and inside are the ingredients that give the manifestations of
technology their form, that of a human being on the outside, and on the
inside, a diabolical and insidious thing, devoid of humane compassion for
anyone. See Vietnam, see all of the World Wars and the smaller conflicts
of
last century, if not many centuries. Could mankind be so misled to be led
to the slaughter house in war to make way for the insidious pulp I
envision,
men in form, devoid of humane compassion and original human flesh,
unaltered
by man or beast? Of course. So that person urging you to hate, hate,
hate,
this one or that one, may be setting you or your children up for dismal
failure and early death, or as some call it, a dropping down a level, as
in
an energy form.
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