Good morning,
Yesterday I had an appointment with my neurologist doctor. I left all my clothes that I brought here to my daughters in a bag. Also, I had my theragun and a tv control that I placed in the bag. Those were the last things I put in the bag before I taped the zipper. Last night when I returned, I tore off the tape and was looking for my tv control in the bag, I couldn’t find it. I took out everything looking for but it wasn’t in the bag. I looked between the couch cushions, and there it was. That means this demonic stalking cock-Roach who is trapped in the past, was in my bag. When I taped the zipper, I put my initials on the tape, yesterday I used a red Sharpie. When I returned, I saw the bag was still taped and it had red writing. I didn’t look to see if it was what I had written, I just cut it off. Also, another bag in which I had placed some dirty clothes to wash, that bag had tape above what I had taped, courtesy of the trapped stalking cock-roach demon. The demon came inside when my daughter left and went to pick up her child from after school at 17:30. My appointment with the neurologist was at 14:30. I left here at 13:30. When my doctor came in the room, she began telling me what can happen if I don’t take the medication she recommended. She was talking about my daughter who is in a wheelchair due to this same disease. So, I replied with this, “I know what’s wrong with my daughter and what’s going on with me. I am writing a book and when it’s published, I’ll give you a copy and all will become clear.” As soon as I was finished talking, her cell phone rang. She pretended she was talking to one of her kids. But I knew better, whatever she was going to say before her phone rang, she didn’t bother to complete that sentence. She didn’t say another word. Nothing else about what can go wrong with me and this thing that’s causing my chest tightness if I don’t take the infusion for $146k. She only asked, “What hospital will you go to if you get a relapse?” I’m a million percent positive that what’s causing my illness is Clifford cock-roach jr’s voodoo. There is a site I visited on Facebook about devic’s disease, which is what my neurologist believes my daughter and I have. I was reading something a patient had written about her difficulties with the disease. She was in a wheelchair and her mother was caring for her. I thought his dad that story was. I also thought, “Omg, what if that was me and my daughter?” My daughter was already diagnosed with that same disease for a few years, but she was up and walking, working, and going to school. Clifford cock-roach jr got that information from me when I was dozing about the patient in the wheelchair and her mother caring for her. He then put my daughter in a wheelchair with his voodoo so I ended up caring for her. Do you see the correlation between what happened to my daughter and the story I was reading on Facebook about that patient? Why would my daughter end up in a wheelchair and can’t walk if this trapped stalker and harasser didn’t use his voodoo to do it just to spite me? This demonic stalking “trapped” cock-roach jr wants to see me down on my knees upset and crying because he doesn’t believe we have suffered enough. He has not stopped suffering from my ignoring the stupid ruse he had set up for me, so we MUST suffer also. My Lord, that ruse was shameful. You should see the demonic rapist and a guy he had with him, bent over the hood of a car, pretending they were fixing something because it had broken down in front of my apartment building. It was idiotic. I simply passed them both, but the demon was tremendously embarrassed. His ruse didn’t work. Jesus, after 33 years, he still can’t recover some form of pride and move on.
