Two dreams in fact, both turning out to be very real in a sort of way. I’m not writing this because I want to though, it’s just more of the crap I have to do to try to protect myself from “the Deep State” that mercilessly hunts activists like myself. Let the “fuckery” begin as is the company motto of my new job at BART. You,ll see in just a minute.
I have begun a new job as one of those elevator attendants at BART through a contractor who shall remain nameless for now. It is a part time gig and is one that I can still handle in my advancing years. The purpose of the job is to make sure the BART elevators remain clean and safe for those who use them which I think is an admirable goal. I choose very carefully the work that I will do making sure I am not facilitating evil, which is harder to do with the more you “see”. Where I to work for an evil entity such as Google or Amazon, it would only be to expose them at some future time after resigning (or getting fired) so that my testimony of their wrongdoing would have indisputable credibility as an insider. That is not my goal here with BART however, like I said previously, there are certain things I must vocalize to protect myself. Unfortunately, such is the case now. Bye the way, due to my limited time, this post will be an ongoing work in progress as things develop and I will be revealing things that are somewhat embarrassing but absolutely truthful. Like I said, I don’t really want to do this but feel it necessary as I feel I’m being spiritually warned of a (or several) attempts to once again set me up. A true activist never gets any peace.
I enjoy sleeping on BART as it can be some of the most restful sleep possible, the motion of the train gently rocking you to dreamland. Sleep is very difficult for me to come by as this gaseous poisoning I have suffered for the last seven years makes getting enough rest tough, the train helps with that immensely. Like setting the baby’s cradle on top of the washing machine, it does work. Anyway, the first dream that I had was about a week ago while asleep on BART, I dreamt that the house that I was in was on fire. Turns out that the train actually was on fire and inside the Transbay tube no less, I had just started working that week too. Everyone made it out ok but I could have sworn that there were people attempting to strategically place themselves near me, perhaps “Wet Boys” and women trying to take advantage of the chaos to off me perhaps? If things had gotten any worse and were to have provided a credible “smoke screen” maybe? Ron Brown did crash in his airplane, that is true, but not before receiving two bullets to the back of his head as autopsy confirmed. His story provides an excellent segue to the most probable reason or explanation as to why they might have wanted to kill me this time.
It was not just the day before if memory serves correctly, that I had meandered up to the ticket counter of “American Airlines” (appropriately enough) at SFO to inquire if I was on the “No Fly List”. Why would I do such a thing you ask? Well, if you’ve read my blogs and looked at my YouTube channel you will see that the shadowy powers that be are always trying to do that kind of crap to me in an attempt to assassinate my character. It would not have surprised me at all at this point however, I refuse to fly now anyway due to both Ron Brown and To Hanks in the movie “Cloud Atlas” both meeting their demises on planes along with many other innocent people. Just ponder the implications of my BART train catching fire while I was asleep and I think you can understand, not to mention 911. They have no qualms about committing mass murder if it suits their goals, life to them means nothing.
I emerged from the train safely enough even though I could have sworn that I heard someone near me lamment “This guys got more lives than a cat”!The reason why they were angry about my “No Fly List” inquiry was because I fully identified myself to customer service, stated that I was an activist and was concerned that I may have been erroneously put on the list. I imagine the list is a powerful tool for stripping a target of all rights and that “they” don’t want it questioned, nevermind that it’s a gross violation of American’s civil rights. You can be placed on that list by anyone for any reason and you will never be informed until you attempt to fly. Meanwhile, you defacto are a terrorist and have lost all of your civil rights. Imagine the implications. I just happened to have the spare time that day to check it out, much of what I do these days even I don’t fully understand, it’s like I’m being guided automatically or something. So I think that could be why the BART train I sleeping on caught fire, just a thought.
But now check this out. Today I was once again sleeping on BART, I know, such a “hard head” right? It’s just that when you are completely innocent you don’t feel compelled to protect yourself, but you should. That and no fear of death contributes as well (I actually went back to sleep on the train during the fire). So here I am sleepun at the back of the car when a group of people get on at the next stop. Amongst this group are a mother and young daughter who are dressed rather nicely, like they had just been out to dinner or something. Because I had been all splayed out in the seat, undoubtedly snoring, no one up to that point had sat with me, I was hogging the whole seat. Sleep is one of the few things you cannot live without so sue me if you must but I just had to get some rest. Well, it was not to be any longer. For some inexplicable reason the mother of this young girl of five or six saw fit to squeeze her in next to me. She was as cute as could be but nonetheless alarm bells started ringing. With all of this recent Jeoffrey Epstien stuff dominating the headlines, why on earth would you as any kind of responsible mother have your cute little baby girl crowd into a seat with a strange man? It made me quite nervous. I dutifully gave the little angel as much space as I could while attempting to reduce the awkwardness by catching up on YouTube videos (I broke my phone and just got a new one recently). The little girl is just sitting there, kicking the back of the seat in front of her as kids will do, as I watch my videos. Eventually she stops and I almost forget that she’s even there except for one thing. Everytime I happen to look up and across to the seats facing me, my eyes meet the stare of this woman with huge sunglasses on. She never takes her eyes off me (I guess) and keeps her head pointed directly at me the whole time. I have trained myself to notice things like this since I have been set up many times before mostly unsuccessfully. This woman who has her gaze locked on me is not apparently with the little girl no mother but did get on the train with them at the same stop, sitting separately. She begins to make me very suspicious with her constant stare. Well, it’s at about the fourth time I look over and meet her icy stare that I get completely weirded out and decide to head on back. As I get up to leave I announce “excuse me sweetheart” only to look down at the little girl for the first time and see that she is fast asleep. I then look over to the adjacent seat across the isle where the “mother” is seated smiling at me but not moving. So I stand kind of helpless and give her as pleading of a look as I can muster to please move her kiss so that U can get out I didn’t want to wake the little doll but that other lady staring at me totally weirded me out I wanted out of there now.
Finally the “mother” reluctantly begins the process of gathering the little girl who was completely knocked out and spaghetti like, just too cute. At last I was free. Something else weird had been going on that also made me decide to depart, the train doors kept opening and shutting. All of this extreme weirdness was just too much. So when I finally get out of my seat I go as far away from the staring bespecled woman as I can get, which would have been off the train except that the doors had closed again and now remained shut. Not only that but the train had moved slightly forward, it was a ten car train too. So I went to the other end and called the operator to see if they would open the doors to get off. She interrupted me mid-sentence and said she could not open the doors because her car was already in the tube and that she would lose her job if she did. So I was stuck until the next station, announcements had already been made that there was a police action at the next station. Sure enough, we were not allowed off at that station until the police had slowly walked the full length of the outside train looking intently at everyone, myself included.
Didn’t I say at the top of this post that I had actually had two dreams while sleeping on BART? Well, the second dream had been a couple hours earlier, it featured a BART police officer approaching me on the train with a ticket in hand that had my first name on it. I tried to tell him the last name was not mine but he did5 seem to care, he was going to arrest me anyway and that I could explain it all in court. Somehow in my dream I just knew that I would never live to see the inside of that courtroom.
Addendum 11/09/19 @ 2:57 PM
As usual, every post I make that potentially foretells of my murder seems to be exploited by perhaps the most widely known conspiracy personality in alt media today. Like clockwork, the day after posting this, low and behold the Texas based personality also runs a story about BART, today. Now what concern is a regional public transportation system in San Francisco to anyone outside of the Bay Area I ask you?
Perhaps it is because I’ve been critical of such “popular” personalities in the past, critical of them being disingenuous and guilty of trying to control the narrative’s of all other independent activist voices, most of whom then died shortly thereafter. Let me reiterate that I can speak for myself very well thank you, and that I alone am the final authority of my own personal story. If you didn’t hear it from me first, it most likely ain’t the truth.
With that being said, I want to now demonstrate the relevance of my troubles with BART thus far. This is not the first time I have been attacked using the transit agency, nor the only times it has been utilized for “false flag operations. Consider these past operations and their goals;
- January 1st, 2009 Oscar Grant’s murder by former BART police officer Johannes Mehserle, the goal of which was to spark a race war.
- July 22, 2018 Murder of Nia Wilson by White Supremacist John Cowell at MacArthur BART station again, to promote race war.
- January 6th, 2017, an as yet unidentified assailant attacks a 29 year old man at Civic Center BART station with a large machete. I used to legally carry a machete while riding BART to visit my mom when she was alive.
- Two BART police officers executing a search warrant of an apartment manage to kill the other with friendly fire. First off, what were they doing executing a warrant nowhere near BART and second, how did one manage to kill the other when only those two were in the house? This one has black ops hit written all over it. Small police agencies are notorious for moonlighting for intelligence agencies.
The point here is that BART makes an excellent platform for false flag activity, any public transit system does because of the volume of people who use it. We should understand by now with past revelations of the FBI setting up patsies for terrorist acts that most if not all of them are state sponsored. What I’m trying to get you to see here is my claims above are more credible than you may realize. What I’m also telling you is that everyone should speak out against official wrongdoing or face losing all freedoms and for goodness sake, don’t be complicit with it. Yes, you may face the meat grinder but if everyone started asking if they were on the “no fly list”, how long do you think those lists would last?
Let’s take a lesson from the Jews during the Holocaust, they saw the bitter end of being on official lists too.
Have some guts and face the ugly truth, things are much worse than we want to believe but not yet hopeless and for Christ sake, don’t kill the messenger… That would be me.