The Bigger Picture - Part 14

Let's look at something from my personal life

Disclaimer: This article may contain the personal views and opinions of the author.

As I wrote in the first article: I have studied the Black Hats Big Picture. I've been deep down in the Rabbithole.

But now, as I write these Substack articles, I find information I have not previously been aware of. In other words, I'm further down the Rabbithole.

A few days after I wrote Part 13, I dreamed of something that happened a year ago ... re-lived it. And for days, I have been thinking about sharing that experience. An ugly experience. So I have been in doubt as to why I should share it? In recent days, I have concluded that there is hope and strength to be found in this "story."

So here it is:

From March 11, 2020, I dived further and further down the Rabbithole and wrote posts on Facebook about what I found. In May 2021, I watched Monkey Werx, an ex-air pilot, who told about how the FBI has planes that can send, e.g., pedophilia pictures to one phone, in a city with lots of people if only there is some distance to others. Then they can call at the person's door, "find" the pictures on his phone, and thus blackmail him into doing as he is told. A judge e.g.
I had written posts about this on fb - how creepy it is that they can target an electromagnetic beam from an airplane.

The next day I was sitting on the couch with my laptop on the table next to me. A heavy plane flew over my house, and I experienced a shock/lightning along the spine, which is the closest I can get to a description of the experience. And just to be clear: there were no clouds in the sky - so there was no "lightning.”

I collapsed and fell shakily to the floor. I lost consciousness. When I came to myself again, I crawled into bed – after which I heard that plane over my house again, got another "shock," and lay and shook like an epileptic for hours. I was disoriented and, therefore, not sure if I am speaking correctly when I say it flew over my house seven times. But at least five.

The last thing I heard was a jet fighter jumping the sound barrier - and then the heavy plane was gone.

I subsequently slept 20 hours a day for three days, had severe nerve headaches and tremors, and was disoriented and dizzy. I had heart pain and nerve pain from skull to hip. I was constantly thirsty and vomited when I tried to drink something.

For the first 24 hours after the attack, I was alternately "out" with the light beings from my near-death experience and then back in the body several times.
If you want to read about that old experience it can be found here

I left the body and was out with the light beings - and wanted to stay "out there." But luckily, they asked what I would give up if I did not dive back into the body? and the answer was clear: "This is war; I am a warrior; I can help and strengthen other warriors."

But it was horrible to get down into my shocked body, so I was soon "out there" again. And they asked me what I had done in the past when my body was in shock?

Let me just add here: I have had Relational Traumatic Stress Disorder, RTSD - and I have gone through many years of excellent shock/trauma therapy.
I also have a long-standing meditative practice. So what I can do is: Observe emotions, thoughts, and body sensations neutrally, non-judgmental, and accepting.

What I registered for years was: Stiff fasciae. When you get a shock, the fasciae – that should be elastic - get stiff. All the fasciae in the body are connected, so when they stiffen, they pull in other of the body’s fasciae.
Unprocessed shocks turn into trauma - and unprocessed trauma produces a traumatic stress response. PTSD - or in my case, where it comes back to the contact with my mother, RTSD. So my body have had a lot of stiff fasciae.

My wise body has discovered that I can gently stretch a fascia - after which my body begins to shake, as a healthy animal does after a shock. I have been doing this for many years - and I have X-rays showing that old imbalances have been corrected - which is understandable as the imbalances arose due to tight fasciae.

So the light beings asked me what I had done in the past when my body was in shock? And I dived down and let my body respond to the question, let my body shake - for hours.

I had the same type of dream repeatedly: I looked at a problem from several angles and could only see powerlessness and hopelessness - which is not how I usually look at things. No matter how dark the situation is I usually find some light in the darkness. But not in those dreams.
The last time I was “out there,” it was because of hopelessness. I saw all the ugly, evil I had found and could not see a way out of it - and could not contain it. Then they asked me: What has carried you through the darkness in the past?

And then I was down in my body, dreaming that I was sitting in a hall listening to Trump on a stage. The whole room was filled with enthusiasm, optimism, hope, love, and togetherness. Everyone took each other's hands, and I felt “I am not alone.”
Cause what I know is: The central nerve system cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality. So if one fantasize something positive, the body creates hormones that make you feel good - and counter the stress hormones.

From then on (a week after the attack), I started to get up, walk slowly around my garden, make some soup, eat some crispbread, half an apple - and bend and stretch a little. It took a month before I was back to normal before I could research and write again.

Five days after my collapse, I called my son and told him about my condition. When I mentioned the plane, he was obviously annoyed and said: "Then the whole village would have the same symptoms." I digressed so as not to frustrate him further, and I consented when he asked me to go to the hospital and be examined - to rule out cerebral bleeding and blood clots.

But even though I went along with his arguments about the plane, I had no doubt about what had caused my condition: It came from that plane. My daughter was in no doubt - but we agreed that it could not hurt to go to the hospital and thereby calm my son. So I called a medic on duty.

He sent two paramedics who took my blood pressure and then asked if there was anything in particular I remembered from the first 'shock' - and I mentioned the plane over my house.
Gosh, how inconsiderate. Of course, I was immediately registered as crazy.
Then a doctor I didn't know called from my doctor's office. She wanted me admitted and scanned - which was what I had asked for myself, so perfectly fine. But I asked her if I could enter the hospital when I was not vaccinated and did not want to be pcr-tested?
"Why don't you want to be tested?"
Then I made another mistake and replied "I'm not going to put that stick from Bill Gates up my nose!"
She said I had to be tested to get into the hospital - and I said then I wasn't interested.
But she didn't let herself be put off, but said she would send someone out to get me.
"You can't!" - to which she replied that yes, special rules had been introduced so she could - with a police escort!
Then of course all the alarm bells went off - because the Epidemic Act had probably given them permission to force hospitalization if you are crazy.
And now I had both talked about the cotton wool on the stick and the plane over my house.

So I hung up, dragged myself out in the car, called my daughter, who then met me in the car park by the motorway and took me home.
I called the hospital from there, who proved her right: 'testing' was a requirement.
Then she called me again, the doctor, and said that she had spoken to the hospital who would be willing to let me avoid testing.
My daughter then drove me to the hospital - where I discovered that she had lied! They said I had to be tested.

But luckily I had brought a document about the Nuremberg Rules. I asked them to read it through and sign it before there could be any talk of testing.
From my hospital room, I could see the nursing station where a whole crowd was standing around a table reading my document. And then there was no more talk about testing - and the only nurse I had contact with for the rest of the time was the head nurse.

A doctor came in and wanted to talk to me about why I didn't want to be tested? I asked if he was a psychiatrist? He wasn't - but he admitted that he cooperated with the psychiatrist. I skated through the conversation and didn't mention airplanes or cotton swabs.
At one point I said that now I was not interested in talking to him anymore. He continued to speak - and I repeated that I did not want to speak with him anymore. He continued talking (something about me getting medicine to calm my nervousness) - and then I said:
"You should respect the boundary I am now marking for the 3rd time" Then he left.

After they ruled out cerebral bleeding and blood clots, the nurse said that the only thing they could find was that my potassium level was below 2.5 – which is dangerously low. She gave me ten tablets and said I could go home.

In the doorway, she spotted someone out in the hallway, turned to me and said: "If you're ready to go now, I can just follow you down to an exit"

And there in the hallway was an older man who I'm pretty sure was a psychiatrist. We turned the other way and she followed me out.

As I said, I got better after the first week, and I endured that I could not go online more than 20 minutes before the headache was unbearable. I accepted that I could not focus and could not write the first weeks.

I started researching my symptoms and found information about "Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity,” EHS, which explained headaches and nerve pain. I have therefore replaced all bulbs with "old-fashioned,” got an internet cable for my computer, landline phone, a pyramid that "catches" the rays, a cap with the silver net on the inside, a case for the mobile, which takes 90% of the rays and a "blanket" to have between body and laptop.

They gave me ten potassium tablets at the hospital + a message to eat two bananas weekly. I checked what potassium is actually good for - and found that it is in all cells and: “Potassium is an electrolyte (an electrically charged atom), which in interaction with sodium maintains the electrolyte-fluid balance. Potassium is the prerequisite for normal muscle and nerve cell function. Muscle cramps and poor impulse conduction in the nervous system can be caused by potassium deficiency ”.

I had tried to push the experience with the plane in the background. But when I read this about potassium, it came to mind again due to the "electrically charged atom.”

By reading about potassium, I could place the symptoms that did not belong to EHS, nausea and heart pain.

However, I could also see that I eat many foods that contain potassium. AND that it is rare to have a potassium deficiency.

So why did I have it?

My intuition replied that it was the "shock.” I’m sure that I had normal potassium levels before the "shock," and the potassium in my cells had been overworked to restore the electrolyte balance.

So this information about potassium provided some answers, but not answers to the question of whether it is possible to send a targeted beam from an aircraft - and for what purpose?

The last time I was on fb, before I deleted my profile, I checked for - and blocked – near to a hundred spies. Spy Eye, Eye Spy, facebook police, etc.
Then I wrote a post. When I checked an hour later, there were 60 spies!

My post described what I have now described in this article, and I shared the link to a patent: Subliminal Acoustic Manipulation of the Nervous System and excerpts from the patent. Link to the patent here

I translated a few paragraphs to Danish.

The observable effects of the 2.5 Hz resonance include a slowing down of certain cortical functions, drowsiness, dizziness and disorientation after prolonged exposure. The discovery that these sensory resonances can be excited by atmospheric acoustic signals with deeply subliminal intensity opens the way for an apparatus and a method for acoustic manipulation of a subject's nervous system.

An embodiment is suitable for law enforcement operations in which a person's nervous system is manipulated from a considerable distance, as in a standoff situation.
[…] Subliminal subaudio acoustic pulses at the subject's location may then be induced by acoustic waves radiating from a venting acoustic monopole, or by a pulsed air jet, especially when aimed at the subject or at another material surface, where the jet velocity fluctuations are wholly or partly converted into static pressure fluctuations.

AND:

One can avoid the described physiological reactions by wearing tight-fitting earplugs. This shows that the excitation occurs via the outer ear canal so that the stimulation proceeds through either the auditory or the vestibular nerve.

My post continued: I have hesitated to share the experience with anyone other than my daughter out of nervousness about being seen as crazy or high-handed. For why me?

Maybe I'm relatively high on the list of who the enemy would like to shut up here in Denmark. Not because I'm particularly visible or yell quite a bit. But because I have looked around the Rabbithole thoroughly - and am reasonably good at communication.
I convey information that the enemy does not want to be brought to people.

My post ended with:

“They've been on my laptop for more than a year. Sometimes the mouse moves around the screen without me touching anything. Sometimes the image flickers on a video – or loses sound. Sometimes, the camera turns on when I press facebook on the phone - with a black screen. For half a year, there has been harassment when I call my daughter – a male voice talking in the background or noise and scratches. this only when I call my daughter - or she calls me. Otherwise, the phone works fine.
So, I'm sure I’m on a list. And lastly, make no mistake. They do keep lists. They follow what you like, look up, write - also in messages. I have seen an article by a lawyer here in Denmark who stated that they keep an eye on what one likes on social media and will use it to get double punishment in court! So, I do not doubt that we are all on a list. And I think I am relatively high on that list here in Denmark.

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All of this happened in May 2021, and over the bright summer nights, I did not use much power, but as it got darker and I started to turn on more light, I discovered that my two Italian designer lamps were damaged. They had three settings, and that function was impaired. One constantly flashed as I turned it on. The other still has three settings but can now only be turned off on the switch.
I also discovered that my PH lamp smelled burnt. I parted it, and the socket smelled. The next thing I found was that the cabinet where the electrical relay is installed smelled burnt. I got an electrician out, and he found that one of the sections in the relay was burned. He had never seen anything like it before. He wondered how so much current had been sent through that there were molten parts in the relay. I was not surprised.

After the electrician ascertained what I have described here - I felt sure that they somehow had intensified the electrical level in my house. I do not doubt that I was attacked. It would be too much of an coincidence if all of this had happened without connection.
I don’t know if it is either the electricity or an acoustic manipulation of the nervous system - or if it is both. But the patent here shows: They can manipulate from a distance. As the Havana syndrome also shows - which you have probably heard of.

Back to my dream from the other day, where I relived what I was through a year ago:
After shaking and reliving the attack, I thought: If they were going to kill me or ruin my mental functions because of the things I found and wrote about a year ago – then what about now where I'm deeper down the Rabbithole? And write about what I find?

So I've had some days where I've been nervous - and I experience what I experienced a month after the attack: I avoid looking at what they do not want us to see. I can research for my next article about Gladio and Rockefeller's many other initiatives for no more than half an hour. Then I start getting distracted and unfocused.

It helped that I got hold of my journal from the hospital which shows: She lied about pcr-testing to lure me to the hospital. She called psych - and she sent police out to get me, while I was at my daughters.
Reading that, made me determined to stand my ground - against their madness.

Every morning I wake up thinking about writing about this in an article - which I'm now doing. To convey, that I do not think I would have survived it if I had not worked with stress management for years. So I end this article with a link to some stress management "exercises" - as an extension of my last article on how purposefully they have worked to stress us out.

And to convey: that no matter how hopeless it may seem, one can find new courage and determination.

I’ve posted some Stress Management here

We’re at war. And therefore, we need to have contact with the oldest part of the brain. The part of the brain that is set on survival.
Like the crocodile just eating that monkey. That’s not an evil act. That’s just nature.
Like the lion killing with no qualm.

I want to survive this war – or die fighting.
I want you to survive this war - and to do so, you must use all your brain! Not just your neocortex that focuses on “election fraud” or what this or that politician has done.
Start practicing Stress Management, please. You’ll also need it after the war to help others who haven’t learned to regulate their stress.

And do something that makes you feel good, dance, listen to music, swim in the sea

Link to Part 15 here