Radio Frequencies?

“Turn it off, he’s screaming.” Comes from one of the blondes.

5:02 a.m. 1.04.24

“Your whole family..” A female is saying on the bathroom fan. Some of the black guys are listening. It might be the “Brown Snakes”. They are violent and some of the others were getting worried. They might be pouring stuff down his nose. “That’s what they did to me.” A male says. 5:11 a.m. They say the “Brown Snakes” hurt my kid the most. I was unaware. “Hurt you the most.” They amend now. Now there is quick movement.

6:20 a.m.

They won’t let me go back to sleep and there are a few things happening. “When I tell you what they did…” and then someone else finishes “It’s going to break your heart.” This follows worry over the names Oakley and Oscar. It felt like Chris and Scotty who got worried. I don’t know what they did, I have to rely on a few specific people that I can hear to relay the others words.

They say that one of them looks like the foreign actor from that movie ‘Unfaithful’. I can see that. He has longer dark hair and he says, “He’s gotten that before.” I get the word “Abolo or Abold” when he’s listening. I think he is French or Creole. I’m not sure if that’s really a word but the others seem to think it might be his name, “Abol”.

6:36 a.m.

I change the frequency on my radio to 127.000 kHz and hear a male saying “Get off of me.” It seems like everything is normal and then you change the channel and this is what’s going on. “You’re wrong.” Scotty mouths to me now when I consider that it might be him. “Scotty’s not there.” A female replies. “Oakly is Scotty’s name.” “That’s why you can’t have these names.” “Because she knows them.” Cracker is worried about the ‘Satellites’ and ‘constellations’. I don’t know what else to call them. They are bigger guys who all have short hair and are around the same age, mid 30’s and early 40’s. Some of them like astronomy and know the names of satellites which is why I call them that. A few of them are HAMMIES (Radio Guys). They are also victims who are being manipulated by this microphone game.

“Amanda, I’m done.” A female says. There is a struggle taking place. 6:47 a.m.

6:52 a.m.

I think the “Creatchies” are here. I think they are dark arts “KKK” and they enjoy mutilating people. I’ve even heard talk of cannibalism. “You’re giving us a bad name.” A female says for someone else on the line.

8:03 a.m.

“Somebody just got punched in the face.” “Maybe not.” I hear feedback. This follows one of the black guys telling me that they just did something to one of my favorites and then saying, “You better not be lying to me.” and a female saying, “He took it out on..Chris.” I question if it was Chris Blaspheme and someone gets worried immediately and says, “I’ve got a gun.” Someone is breathing strange. I can see it on my spectrum.

I see what looks like sad eyes outside. I hear someone say, “Get off of him.”

Someone did something involving water. It must’ve been bad. It’s a white maze. They remind me. Which means the white men are playing mind games.

8:20 a.m.

I see quick movement. “Let him go.” There is a struggle. The black guys silently tell me “We’re done.” I agree with them. “Not all of us.” I say for a couple of the others. Then they get mad, I hear something like metal or a clang of some kind. “Get off of him right now.”