I’m starting to realize that being homeless, not being able to settle and work because of sedated rape-porn stardom, not having any support at all from anyone, and finding out exactly how much my family despise me is now taking a toll on my health and wellbeing.
Also, roaming relatively freely means anyone can have a pop at murdering me and perhaps, given recent miraculous events, certain folk feel like trying might be a challenge.
A sudden death a Everest Base Camp would be a good place to get rid of someone without question, I expect, and I wonder about how ill I got there.
I started feeling ill on the journey up to Everest Base Camp from Shigatse.
My rib was playing up and worsening every time I lifted my bag - it had re-opened during a yoga class just a week before which felt so totally unlucky to me.
At Everest, I was really unwell and I thought I had Acute Mountain Sickness.
Except my oxygen levels were always ok!!! About 85%… or more.
My heart rate however was 130 and I was getting a chest infection but the worse thing of all was the elevated eye pressure, it must have been heading towards 30 … I couldn’t see at all.
I thought this must be what the ophthalmologist warned about… every light had a slither moon halo impossible to look at it was so bright.
My eyes took days to recover.
Whenever I looked at the color white I saw pink.
Then the fatigue kicked in.. could I have been poisoned again?
I gave up on my hopes for Kailash kora pretty quickly, but then it turned out the weather was so bad they closed the kora for everyone.
I don’t feel I missed anything but might return in my 60s God willing.
In any event, the chest infection started to remind me of being smothered with pillows at my home on 13th March 2024 and I realize that my legs must have been free while that was happening and I tried to free myself from being suffocated under the weight pushing down… for sure Maria hontanilla was there… Bruno’s younger brother, probably Gloria… another man or two to apply the weight to my face so I couldn’t breathe … all these memories came with the chest infection at Kailash.
I can see no hope at all for anyone if women, children, and babies are to be sacrificed at the altars of porn which are wholly protected by our elected governments and police services.
It’s difficult to know what to do.
I thought I might just go and volunteer for the rest of my life at orphanages in India maybe, something like that.
I don’t think the world has had enough horror to make it ready for healing.
My guess is there’s a million years more to go before anyone’s truly had enough of this hellscape.
My view is that the queer business ensured everyone’s total OK’ness about the sexualization of minors and it is my view that this was a very intentional weapon forged against the West with the help of the gitano manipulators since 2012 and earlier.
My view is that the Islamicists know very well the arrogance of the West and it’s adherents’ inability to admit being tricked in this way, to it’s continued detriment.
Very smart indeed from the Islamicists, and supported by their terrified attitudes towards their own women and children, hiding them away just in case the same might happen… I guess.
