Radio Frequencies?

9:09 p.m. 5.23.23

Crackers on one of his little tyrants, “Yeah, child abusers this” and they got me going to the bathroom every two minutes. Now I’ve got the baby in here with me and they won’t let me sleep. They keep raising my heart rate and then making me sleepy in the head so that I will ramble on like I am sleeping but I’m not. (So that it seems like I am awake when I’m not.) They think it’s funny. “Da****” Scotty is saying now. What about him? “I hate your whole family.” They’re saying out here. (As I walk to the restroom, I can hear them in different areas in my home. RF.) It’s a set-up and it just keeps going and going. It’s the same thing over and over and over again and I have to pee every two minutes. They’ve got all of these people on their side helping them and it’s always the same thing. Oh, we’re writing a book. No, you’re not. You’re just talking a bunch of crap. “She’s honestly right.” “Don’t say that. Don’t say that.” Seven years. It’s been seven years. They’re not doing sh*t. They’re trying to kill me. It’s just a bunch of jealous females talking crap. Get off of my bladder. Danielle can’t prove it so, “He’s the one who turned Jimmy H. against you, don’t trust him for nothing in the world.” Jason D filled in the last part though. “Remember.” Next. Don’t forget. Don’t you dare forget, Danielle.

(Present time. 9:22 p.m. “I made you a promise the last time we all sat down together.” Someone begins. I am reminded of a time a couple years ago when I was remote viewing some of my mixed family members at what seemed like a table or meeting of some kind and I said, “No deal.” That my kids and I would never help them. But I can’t hear this person now. I feel Carey wanting to say something or remembering the same thing, but I can’t hear him either. “That book will make someone very happy.” Someone says now. “Take Smythers off of him.” A young darker haired male is saying early 20’s. No deal ever!)