Signs of the Times!
- Friday, I decided to give up my blog . . . long ago, I realized, and did again, that no case, no house, no car, no truck, cabin, law practice, water compact, and now blog is worth losing my life over, nor the lives of my children! Remember, we are talking super mob here!
- I was cleaning my backpack, Friday night, decided, to take away the temptation, to start writing my blog again, and feeling much, like I did the time my, Brock securities case, for $357 million was stolen from me, and I went up to Panquitch Lake were I have a cabin or did have a cabin, and I took my computer and two cell phones and threw them, in the Lake near the damn side of it, under the full light of the 2:30 AM moon . . . I hit that point of frustration, and decided to ditch my 15 inch, very heavy ACER computer, that is only about 8 months old, and give it to my friends, and former roommates, who were staying at the Sleepy Inn, in the room, close to me, with another friend Bill and his girlfriend, in the middle of us. They were thrilled to get the almost new computer, which would free them up from the one hour limits and the library and I figured, that it would through the feds of my trail, planning on going to Glacier, to get off the map for a few days, since, even stopping my blog, didn't seem to stop the cop sting ops . . . there is a body of evidence, that proves, that, none of the fraud broads, wrote the blog!
- THE ART OF THE STEAL: (1) I start a new venture, in the law, resume was stolen, back, when I got poisoned in 2000, taking 8 years of my life, but as I have started to rebuild my life, this seems to be the pattern! (2) the feds, super mafia, know I am a money makers, as are all my kids, patterns are the same with them too, but, once, I start something, and they can tell it is going to have the Midas Touch, like this blog, having millions of readers in about three days, having my Google blog account, redirected within 2 weeks of starting, or with Elliot's guitar jamming in his bedroom, being under surveillance, then with the mob, putting it on NPR, and seeing that within about a day, there was 350,000 hits, deciding to steal the music and put together light shows, and a fake band, made up of cop kids, or cousins! (3) so they jump, on our backs, ride piggy back for a while, the fight to steal the music, case, blog, until the creators, get so sick and tired of being outgunned and outnumbered, without the technology and manpower to fight them, the REAL geniuses, give into the plains, as is the case with this blog . . . okay, finally, take the fucking billion dollar enterprise, it is blood they want . . . give us your money and your life! Fuck it, hoping that this will placate there greedy bastards and bitches on a FREE RIDE FOR 16 YEARS! (4) then, we pick up the pieces for the fourth or fifth time, and start something new, hoping to have pacified the gold diggers, from the last blood bath of talent! NEVER!
- after cleaning out my backpack, ready to make a mad dash, to the bus terminal, to catch the bus out of town, before, the cops, mob, losers, get a whiff of the exodus, I go to again, text all 4 kids, having been off the radar for 10 days or more, out of contact, need to alert them, that I again, need to ditch the battery in my cell phone. However, when I go to pull my cell phone out, after all the cleaning, I noticed that there was a small piece of paper, a receipt or something, but the curious thing is, with all the papers, even when dirty, there as never been a piece of paper get stuck in the pocket, where I put my cell phone, generally with the battery out, 95% of the time . . . so, I paid attention to it, and figured the symbolism, is to trash the cell phone, because, now the NSA or the people who the MO SHITS, give ACCESS to, can track me without the battery even being in, so I promptly, decided to give the cell phone with a new month of service on it, to this same couple . . . but, as I went out my door, 118, to like 116 or whatever, I noticed neighbor, and friend, Bill standing out taking a smoke, so I said, HI, but low and behold, but who should come out the door, undercover cop, fuckin' Dave, the rat from hell, who had been involved, a ton of time on sting ops, and he watched, as I told friends, to take the cell phone too! especially, seeing that fucker, being next door, with no reason! The female friend, hugged me and said, please come back, and I told her, I would be back in awhile, like a few weeks, needed to get off the radar, for obvious reasons and on big asshole reason, is standing right behind me, listening acting like, HERE SHE GOES BLOWING ME STING OP AGAIN! I am just going to Glacier, stay at a few hostels and hike, do the free bus ride, Going to the Sun Road! Misinformation for that lame ass DAVE!
- I knew time would be of the essence! Now, one night, while I was hiding in my now, befunked tramp camp, that the cops had towed away after the abandoned vehicle sitting their for a fucking year and a half, I was watching the cops looking for me, like they had, every night for, 2 months, LOL, knowing that whatever I wrote in my blog was going to be noted, giving them more of my 40, and it would only be a matter of time, before, they came knocking, like I had two previous dreams, that the sheriff did one time and the cops did the other . . . well they just walked by, never knocked, but that was close enough to send me out of town the last several times! But, on this one night, a truck, with BOZEMAN, something, went east, while the cop, waiting at the corner went, west . . . I thought, now, that symbolizes to me, that all towns, on the west, like Kalispell, Whitefish, Polson, etc., have a long history with me, not ever doing anything wrong, but, getting pissed at this or that blog, or this or that political comment over the years. Bozeman, however, has had some history with me, but, a very limited amount, therefore, I would be wise to go there, and hope the legalized mafia, the cops, don't taint and poison the troops over in Bozeman! LOL! So, at this crucial point, juncture, decision, juxtaposed, options, cops vs. freedom . . . FREEDOM ALWAYS WINS!
- I know all the times or escape routes out of town, and generally, I take the high road to Kali or Whitefish, having had a crush on one of the Eagle Mountain bus driver, cops, Ernest, who, as Sam, Whitefish driver, who has known for years, that I liked him, but never dared do much about it, because I didn't know his marital status, but knew he was, as I heard living with a girlfriend, who might now be a wife, but Sam told me, that Ernie packed up his pig farm, his mother, and took of, with a new truck driving license of an "A" and he was hitting the road, so Kalispell, just didn't have the allure, it has had for the last 4 years . . . never accuse me of being a fast mover! LOL! I think the mob, threatened Ernie, so over the years, words became, just glances in the mirrors, with longing! at least on my part! But, the CSKT Transit, leaves, at 11:30 AM, sharp, 365 days a years, and I love that, can count on it, and that is it! The bus to Bozeman, that I thought about catching on several occasions, the week before, even before, my tramp camp was towed away, after pissed off cops, tried to rock my world, and tip the SUV over, then leaving, either thinking I was not in the vehicle, or going to get it towed, because, no a half hour, after I left, at 3:48 AM I heard a blood curdling scream waken the night air! What satisfaction, I think the cops thought they were going to haul me off, while I was asleep and just dump my ass, in jail or better grave! LOL! But, the Bozeman bus, leaves twice a day, 12:30 PM and 11:00 PM, but when I went to get a ticket, the times had changed, to 11:45 AM, so, all worked nicely, as the shuttle I usually leave on, was going west, me at the Bozeman bus were going east! Although, the golden goose was leaving, and there were at LEAST, three FBI or fed looking agents, who showed up to take the same bus at least to Butte where I had been just a week or so ago! They probably had three, one in case I got off before, Butte, one, for Butte, and one going to Bozeman, or Billlings, but it seemed they had be covered!
- MIRACLE EXIT!!!!!!! Today in church, Pastor Levi, said, are you being careful with your miracles? what are you doing with your miracles! THEY STILL HAPPEN TODAY! So, just before, leaving the Missoula bus station, the ticket taker, runs from the bus to the station, making me believe, that, I need to exit the bus fast, or get somewhere, so these dudes on the bus don't know where I disappear to. So, when we hit, Butte, I was the first seat, and I always sit on the first seat, or closest to the doors, to make a fast exit, never bury myself in the back! The second the doors, cleared, I jumped off the bus and headed for the Butte, restrooms, got a snack, and sat my ass down, acting like I was, a city bus passenger, with no luggage, or whatever. So, I notice this dude, very cop, looking, plain clothed, and carrying a box of United Blood Services! Remember, how do the cops, feds, talk without talking, show through signs and symbols, what they are up to! So, I knew something was up, but he didn't have a gun, no badge, because for sure, I would have ditched across the street and into the afternoon, clouds, they do learn a thing or two, after awhile! LOL! But, there was no confusing this dude was clearly looking for someone . . . and that someone came in on the bus, he looked high and low, right and left, in back and in front, and finally parked his ass, white sunglasses, very authoritarian like, smack dab in front of the door to the bus!!!! Yikes! Now, at the time, there were clouds in the sky, but it didn't look too threatening. But, I thought, DEAR GOD, you need to do something, or I can't get on that bus! Suddenly, I was shocked to see, small drops of rain, and I thought, perhaps this is enough to make this dude leave, he still just stood there, but, he was getting pissed, still looking, so not enough . . . all the sudden, it got stronger, and the rain and wind, kicked up a stink, then, down came the rain, and WASHED THE SPY OUT! Buckets of rain, wind, came roaring out of the sky! LOL! I was right by the window, and could not believe the torrent of rain, slashing and gashing at the travelers and the cop with everyone running for cover! So, the cop, goes and runs to his undercover, detective, blah car, and pulls right behind the bus, to wait out the storm, which generally only lasts a few minutes! not this beauty! it came and came . . . there was a mass, exodus, in a herd, of bus riders, all together, making a mad dash to the door of the bus, with me, taking up the rear! There was no way this dude could have seen anyone! LOL! The rain, continued as did the vigilance of the cops, with one headlight I could see, just praying that the rain would continue, as it poured in the door of the bus, wet as wet! There was some event going on at the community center in Butte, and people and cars, started to move everywhere, turning the traffic and parking lots, into a mad house, all running for cover or cars . . . I think the cop, finally, just gave up and left, it looked like he was going to follow the bus, at first! LOL! And in true, God Intel, confirmation, he sent the older, red, Jeep Cherokee to say, fuck yeah, he was there looking for you . . . always are when there is not fight, no commotion, just law abiding citizens taking the bus! A similar thing happened, when we got to Belgrade, interesting sign . . . name for Shelley, Bell, connection with selling school books! But, the bus, used to go to Bozeman, on the east side, kind of out of town, but, several years ago, it moved to Belgrade, a nicer stop, but, much less convenient, the other one, you can walk, but this one has a nice heated room, so better wait . . . but, as I got to Belgrade there were cops all over the off ramp as well as fire trucks . . . accident, and I thought for a second, it might have been staged! LOL! No, very wrecked cars, but they have done shit like this before, road block crap! But, as I got off the bus, there were a crowd of agent looking 20 or 30 something looking guys, waiting for the bus to come . . . I ditched between, a truck and the bus stop shack, into the restaurant, and ordered lunch, as they stood, scratching their balls and heads, as two whom, I am! They were all long gone before, I got back out, hoping to catch the city bus, no dice, doesn't run on Saturdays! So, I ordered a taxi, told them to pick me up in back, while I waited out of the weather . . . the red taxi van, went to the front, then, left, then came back, then went to La Quinta, everywhere, but where I was, going by, at about 30 miles per hour, very fast, and I got the impression that, they were trying to make it seem like, I was to blame or that they came and did their due diligence, but, some dude in the bus shack with me called them, and of course they blamed me . . . I had to wave them down, and even then, with me running at them, they didn't stop, without about hitting me! Very strange and the chick seemed pissed that I stopped her, used her kids as an excuse? There was also this dude in a white bus, that looks like many special service buses, in Kali and Missoula . . . when I went up to see if he was connected to the bus service, before the taxi, he looked Russian mafia, and said, no he just delivers, buses, but then he took out a male toiletry bag, and disappeared inside, left, then came back out . . . the bus was a mess, didn't look ready to deliver to anyone!
- black special ops, bubble cops helicopter, hovering over the city of Bozeman, but before I got to town! LOL! I thought, had I not waited, two fucking hours of the city bus, that never came, and then, almost an hour for the taxi, I would have been, right there with the black copter! So, this morning, in my clock and dagger world, I got up, put on my make-up, always, no body ever thinks, I am homeless, and then, I went to the Western Cafe' . . . essence of the west, Bozeman Culture Club, and great food, fun waitress, had a funny conversation over me not wanting my bacon, rubbery, or limp, you know, then we joked, now what did you tell me about your bacon? We'll just tell the cook, crisp! LOL! OKAY! But, I noticed this dude, getting coffee when I came in, later followed me to the Library, love the library, and I am a creature of habit, so anyone, who knew I was in Bozeman, would know, that I would go, as I have before, to breakfast at the Western Cafe'! I was done eating about 7:30 AM, not need to loiter, without my computer and blog, so I headed to the Galatan County Library, lovely! The next thing I know, this dude, plops his ass down, next to me, David Love is my name, and I am thinking fed, fed, fed! He tells me he lived in Russia, until he was 8, adopted by American parents, changed his name to LOVE, their last name. I said, you ought to go work for the FBI in Missoula, going after the Russian mob, 200 agents, you would be a shoe-in, with fluent Russian, but you would have to turn your country men, in, and he said, he would side with Russia! That Nationalism! I told him to watch The Double, agents, born in their home countries, migrate to America, speak fluent, Russian and English, perfect, even better than Mormon missionaries, whom he knew a ton of them? He told me with all the shit I am going through, to move to Russia . . . what with Edward Snowden? No, I bleed red, white and blue! Nationalism! He mentioned the black helicopter, hovering over the fairgrounds for a long time, Saturday; I thought so, they probably figured that I had long been in Bozeman! LOL! He then told me, that all kinds of new cops are suppose to be coming to Bozeman . . . welcome to my world in Missoula! He told me where Fresh Life Church Bozeman was!
DREAM SIGNIFICANCE
- before leaving the Missoula bus station, as you go in the bathroom, there is a booklet, called, Signs . . . a mother and daughter . . . When it is time to say good bye? On the back of the cith buses, there is a ad that says, More than a sign! I had just told my kids, that I would at least contact them by Thanksgiving, and to look forward to that! I don't like to scare them, and they worry, especially Chris! my oldest son! I told him, I wanted to help him more, because he has to move and is trying to get into a new house. He said, I would rather, have you keep the money and keep a roof over your head, all my kids are kind and considerate like this. But, when I was married to Brett, he said your kids are an asset, even before, I told him about them, and he met them. One time he called all my kids, without me knowing, and tested to see which kids, would be loyal to me, Chris, was most likely and they went after him brutally, for years, and just recently, I saw, the name, Bill Weld, remember the old, "Kill Bill" movies? yeah, for a long time, I was worried that he was the pay son, Bill Well Dead! I worried that, the mob or the feds all one in the same, heard our conversation, days ago? But, after church, there was this song on, Let Them Go! Tug-o-war, big time . . . they want my kids, they are the TARGET! But, as the song played, I looked outside, Wild Joe's Coffeehouse, I don't drink, coffee, but my surrogate Shelley does, Nutshell Naturals and Picture Framing, two shops I noticed, Shelley's kids are nothing to brag about, so they say, MINE ARE HERS! But, outside, I noticed, these two or three, Tonka Dump Trucks, with all these, orange, street construction rubber cones, art, I think, but it reminded me, that, when my two boys, all boy, were young, they used to take their Tonka trucks, out in the driveway, and throw them as high as they could get them, I guess testing the advertisers, who said, they were, Tonka Tough! and so are MY SONS! It was kind of like, they will be fine, they are tough, but you need to drop, your end of the rope, and let the others, deal with you kids, without your pull to sustain them, and they will fall on their fucking asses!
- oh, I forgot the first part of the dream, I was kissing, John Travolta! That was before the two attorneys, with the dog, indicative of U.S. Attorneys, or some type of prosecutors, working with cops, signified by the dogs, K-9 UNITS, or dog cops, working with DEA cops, probably going to frame me for being Shelley, in this whole thing, since the cops are too stupid to get, me and her straight, on PURPOSE! But, I have referred to Bozeman as the Hollywood of Montana, where the real cowboys play! The star connection, was made clear, as I walked from Grand, to the Library and went by, gold stars on the boardwalk! in front of some old movie theater, it looked like. But, if I were to add all of this together, me kissing a star, being a star myself, in my own, right with this blog and all my cases, and cops shit, all my cases, are better than any true crime movies or shows, I have seen. Interesting combo, tender moment, with a movie star, who probably digs my blog, I am guessing? I have had him in another dream, as I recall, and he has played, in lawyer movies, this morning when I was trying to make sense of the dream, I thought of Class Action, I think that was the movie, where Travolta played the very idealistic attorney, who fought the corrupt corporate attorneys, other part of the dream, attorneys, in a David and Goliath, type case, where he held out too long, and he lost what he could have done and gotten for his clients of Love Canal, as I recall!
- the story, from the New Testament, seemed to coincide with this dream and recent events . . . take up your bed and walk . . . leave that old bed, that had burdened, the man in the scriptures of 38 years, let it go, don't let it hold you down, any longer, as I thought of my 23 year battle with cops, like, you can't win, so, you need to let it go, let your kids go, Moses and David, were both raised in the court of the Pharoahs . . . of course spell check is off! I have had dreams about Chris becoming President of the United States, and they can get him there faster, than I can now . . . that may not have been the case, before they poisoned me, when I was at the height of my prowess as an attorney, going to run for Congress, easy, with my money from either my cases or my blog, easy, but these fuckers have taken everything! punishment for stopping their NEW ORDER! WORTH IT! Pastor Levi, said, new life, new times, new direction, new everything, let go of the old, take up your bed and walk! Right after the sermon, I went in the bathroom, and on the stall door, it said, Take Care of Yourself or something like that . . . they love your kids, hate you, and you are the one in jeopardy!
- as I added all the God Intel, it was, you better drop all this shit against cops, or we will make you or your kids pay! Let them go! These pompous ass attorneys, smug, dripping with money, or so the clothes seemed to indicate, is we are watching you, all the time and all we have to do, is throw the book at you, as Shelley! The know, god damned well, who I am, but they have been crafting the frame, as I have written this blog, and when I write about her, it is as if they take it that I am writing about me as Her, since she has all my work, ID, and even claims my kids, because, the Nutshell Naturals or her kids, are not up to snuff, for Frank of Interpol, and neither as his, if he stopped to have any . . . so they PICKED MY KIDS, due to the stuff, I did . . . why not get the SMART MOM'S KIDS? Then trash the FAMOUS MOM'S KIDS, the Trophy Rock and Pop Kids, AND SAY THEY ARE OURS . . . it is the O.J. think . . . if we, the government, cops, can't have them, NOBODY CAN, even their own MOTHER! We will take James Kennedy, whom I have written about, use his looks, and alleged, look-alike sister, Rachel, the Bunny Ranch Bitch, and genetically make up, JoAnn and Zeke, type looks, hair!
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