While this was happening I was standing down a side street about 50 feet away. This time it was physical. It was like the time God had asked me if I wanted to rescue my father in the desert in 1943 or whenever that had been or the time I visited my father and grandmother on the farm before mum and dad were married.
It was like a scene from a film. It was as though I was in the middle of a minefield. Perhaps I was in a minefield. I was aware of what was taking place not 75 yards away from me. It was down the street from the clearing, and then around a corner to the right, across on the footpath on the other side of theh street. But I was caught. there was barbed wire or something catching my uniform, and hooked into my trousers. It was funny, not funny ha ha, but funny peculiar, that one moment I was working in my studio, and the next minute I was here, but I didn't come down by parachute, or maybe I did, I forget. Anyway I think I was in a military uniform, and I definitely had an M16 in my hands. I was holding it in front of me, with the stock pointing at the ground, and the barrel was pointing into the air. What was this? A scene I saw in a film, or did it really happen? If it did happen to me, when did it happen? It happened in 1992, but not to me. In 1992, I was safely in New Zealand, and all the years since 1955 were accounted for, but it was me. It must have happened over 2000 years ago, but until after 2,005 I remembered it.
Remember I sent you an email about it? I also mentioned you in three court appearances I made since 2005, regarding the property management order my Uncle and Guardian Trust imposed, the last one being because af a letter I allegedly sent to McDonalds Corporation.
I remember finally getting my clothing free of teh barbed wire, or whatever it was, and sprinting over to you, where I fired a shot through the head of teh rapist, and then rolled his body off you.
After that, I helped you to your feet, helped you to get dressed, and supported you as we found a hospital. I knew where there would be one, back the way you had run as I recall. I took you there, and there was light, and I left you in the protection of the nurses. I remember asking you if you were going to be ok, and the last thing I said to you was "Take Care" (of yourself).
Then I had to leave, as I knew there were other women such as yourself running around in teh streets, for exactly the same reason that you were running around. It still makes me angry when I hear journalists talking about the "Serbian soldiers" who caused the atrocities of teh war which was going on in Yugoslavia, because I know tha t everyone I know was fighting to preserve peace and to preserve Serbia and Yugoslavia. The USA bombed Belgrade, but the men who were raping were armed with American weapons, and organised criminal gangs, who still control the country today. They sell heroin, arm their thugs, control employment, and are run by the Vatican and teh Mafia. My Uncle was a Freemason, and he controlled Guardian Trust who are controlling my finances, and have cost me $50,000 since 1999.
I'm fairly sure I shot two more men, before I was shot myself. You can see the irony of my leaving a body and an M16 rifle in teh streets, when both were materialised by God from nothing before I started. I do not even know what I looked like that night, because I neve had a chance to look in a mirror. I do not even know for sure it was you, but I am pretty confident that it was even though you never mentioned any of this to me.
