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Date Posted: 18:24:57 12/10/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 2

The Walk-Over
Chapter 2 Words: 3840
The Conference Dream (1978)

The following dream that I titled "The Conference Dream" introduced
educational, medical, and psychological lies that were already imbedded in
Michigan. The dream contained the second reason that Dr. Agbabian
would kill to cover-up medical lies, and it also forewarned a death.

A few months after "The Conference Dream", I met the woman who had
appeared in the dream. Her name was Jenny Lavender. Her son was one of
my son's classmates named Mickey. Jenny's hair was sandy-brown and she
worn it short, a becoming style caressing her face. A faint, two-inch scar
made her right cheek noticeable. I remembered meeting her, but I couldn't
remember from where. As Jenny spoke, I also recognized her voice.

"I've met you someplace," I awkwardly said, while trying to figure out
where we had met. "It must have been at the school. Seems like I
remember talking to you."

"No," Jenny answered, "it wasn't me you met."

I persisted, "I'm not very good on names, but I remember faces. Yes, I've
met you someplace."

"No," Jenny insisted, "it wasn't me you met. I'm not very good on names,
but I do remember faces. No! I've never seen you before in my life!"

I erased the conversation from my mind and enjoyed Mickey's birthday party.
Then I remember where I had met Jenny. She was the woman in the
conference dream.

In the dream, I could see myself standing outside a big blue door. My
feelings were tense and I hesitated to enter. I was new to this area and
unfamiliar with the way things were done. The dream's aura was filled with
information making it clear that the speaker's words would be a well-written
fictional speech. The prose would describe a convincing phenomenon that
the speaker, himself personally had seen and known to be totally untrue.

To my surprise, my tall, slender neighbor, Ann was to enter the school
building and would be walking straight for the conference room that was on
the other side of the blue door by which I stood. Before Ann opened the
door to enter, I already knew that her words would not be factual, either.
I asked of my neighbor, "Ann, why are you here at this conference?"

"I'm a nurse," said Ann who was wearing a white turtleneck and a comfortable
plaid A-shaped shirt. Ann nonchalantly threw her arms in the air,
continuing with her explanation, "and they want medical expertise.
Free advice is better than no advice at all."

My thoughts flowed from my mouth, "Wouldn't the word 'expert' come under
the word 'doctor' and not a nurse who passes out at the sight of blood?"

Ann didn't answer. She proceeded to open the door and enter the conference
room in her usual bubbly athlete manner. I followed my neighbor inside. (In
reality, both Ann and I had a child with educational problems in first
grade.)

I sat next to Ann, who took the chair at the right corner of the long,
polished wood-grain conference table. As I looked at all the people
occupying the chairs on both sides, I was amazed that I knew most of them.
I didn't know the woman who was sitting directly across from me. This
conference was taking place for her benefit. I could see my dreamself
staring at the woman. Her hair was sandy brown and worn in a short,
becoming style caressing her face. A faint, two-inch scar made her right
cheek noticeable. On the sandy-haired woman's left and sitting across from
Ann was a tall, blonde pre-school educator. To my extreme left and at the
head of the long table sat the school's principal, Mr. Theunick, a heavy-set
man dressed in a distinct gray suit. The chair directly across the table's
length was being saved for the sociologist, who would be arriving shortly.

The conference began. To me, the discussion was to deliberately confuse
reality by incorporating lies. The false words were used to scatter
common-sense truth into an unrelated language. Finally almost everybody
(myself excluded) nodded and agreed that the topic of giving human
sacrifice to a mythical god was understandable and positively presented!
I found the agreement provoking.

In the dream, I could see my dreamself tilting my head down, searching for
something to say against the human sacrifice. A piece of paper appeared
filled with notes. It was only one paper. I didn't know much about the
subject, but somehow I knew there were seventy years of living example
embodied in this paper. Yet, for this conference that wasn't enough
information. The giving of human sacrifice to a lying god angered me.
In a stage of bewilderment, I spoke anyway: "I can't agree with you," I said
voicing the only opposition to the ungodly sacrifice. "This information you
are offering is leaving something out! The word death is replacing the word
life. The realm in which we walk: two-out-of-five are successfully dead;
one-out-of-five is left very much deranged; then the remaining two-out-of
five seem to disappear, and nobody thinks it's noteworthy, nor do they
follow-up on the recommendation.

"What information are you offering? Only the reaching for straws when
you already know better yourself! There are four of us sitting here who
are referred to as 'the only ones.' Well, if I'm going to be the only one,
it will be just as it is said 'the only one!'"

The statistics that I was quoting were based on the results of the
misleading and misguiding information. The false information was
encouragement to suicide among the young. The figure of two-out-of-five
children never reaching adulthood, I thought was quite high.

I then pointed to the woman with the sandy brown hair, continuing, "I'd be
asking, 'Who's dead?' She'll be the fifth entering this realm. Shall we
call it a step into the dark side of humanity? If she cannot find her
answers from within, she's never going to find them; but should she run out
of words while deciding not to promenade around this sphere in which we
gather, I'd be the first to defend her. I would pull out my knives, hoping
to alter the tides and turn the winds, changing the character to no other
shade than the color that he is!"

The principal, Mr. Theunick, spoke, "All this is very fine. Someday, maybe
these facts could be helpful. Unfortunately, they're of no use now. They
mean nothing. You see only the fourth. You're not looking at the three
before. Wait. Wait until your eyes are open, and you're not so blind.
The trial is your own!"

"My trial!" I raised my voice in a rage. "What are you saying? You're
closing your eyes to everything that is mentioned!" All of a sudden, a
large club appeared in my right hand. I began showing the club and
waving it like a weapon in a threatening manner. "You see this club?

"I'm going to use it; I don't care what it does, or whom it hits! At least
it will be far more honest than anything else has been! You walk in this
realm in which the deed is sought.
Yet, you do not speak in the manner that you yourself have been taught.
You tell of everything-everything that's naught! You're blinder than I am.
If you think that I cannot see, simply open your eyes. Watch, as I show
you exactly what I mean!"

Irritated and violent at the nonsense, I swung the club. Everyone in the
room watched it encircle the table with rage. As the weapon completed its
journey to encircle all observers, two heads were chopped off at the end
of the motion, the school principal and the unknown woman. I, too, was
shocked and looked in amazement at the item clutched in my hand.
It was no longer a club; it had turned into an axe! I wasn't that angry
with the principal, and I didn't know the woman with the short sandy-brown
hair at all. The conference was for her. It was she whom we were helping.

Several people had disappeared. There were only three of us left in the
conference scene: the two that I had just beheaded and me. Since everybody
else was gone, I thought that the conference was over. I stood up to leave.
As I proceeded to walk away, the long-awaited sociologist was sitting at the
corner of the table. His image was unclear, but his masculine voice calmly
spoke, "We understand."
End of Dream

I woke bewildered and wondering how the woman whom the conference was
suppose to help came into the way of the axe? What concerned me the most
was that the dream clearly had presented that both the medical and the
educational society gave out false and misleading information that
encouraged the psychological affect that resulted in
juvenile suicide!

Time had passed and I had been on two kindergarten's zoo trip. One trip
was with my son's room and the other with my daughter, which was where I
received the story idea for a child's book titled "Lost at the Zoo".

Meanwhile, my husband and I had what was called "Johnny can't read" problem.
The dream prompted my looking closer at all medical and educational advice,
even when it was from my neighbor, Ann. Soon I found myself arguing with
Ann and my husband Bill over education. Hubby would shake his head and
make light of both Ann and me by saying, "One thinks that they're right and
the other knows that they're right. Both of you have become arguing idiots."

When I was in Jimmy's first grade classroom, the teacher and I spoke. As
we conversed, I found it difficult to understand what was being said. The
teacher's favorite words were "Child Conscious". Every time the teacher
spoke "Child Conscious" the walls would turn bloody red, as if to say that
the words didn't match the action. I withdrew from argument as I could feel
my body be overcome with nausea and sweat. The perspiration turned to
chills as I looked to the left wall, which read: "If feelings were blood,
the walls are red!"

In reality, I was speechless, and left the room until our next meeting,
which was a conference. Several teachers and the schools principal, Mr.
Theunick was there. Sitting next to me was a Mrs. Barns, who had tested my
son Jimmy and felt that the testing showed him to be dyslexic. The teacher

was shocked that 8-year-old Jimmy didn't know his birthday date. I looked
at Mrs. Barn's short sandy brown hair, as she spoke of everything, except
the meaning of the tests. She then placed her hand on my arm and began
telling me all the advantages of keeping him back a year. The vibrations
from her touch reminded me of the conference dream. Her way was the
best way to juvenile suicide. I spontaneously replied, "My ducks tell me
more than that!

"Ducks!" Mr. Theunick was astonished. He shook his head, and snapped
at the chance for a better explanation of the remark. "What do ducks have
to do with this conference?"

I shrugged my shoulders, answering, "They tell about flying, normal
reactions, senses, inner instincts, the pecking order, the will to survive,
nature, and even godliness."

The conference ended. I returned home to write down all the ducks had
taught up to that point of time, and the realities of keeping back a
dyslexic. According to the dream, there was no advantage when a negative
was being coordinated with a lie. It was obvious that the principal and I
were having difficulty communicating. Finally I told him about son's
February 1977 un-descended testis surgery. The principal then told me
about his boy who at the age of six had the same surgery.

Immediately, I thought of the age. At age six, the surgery would have been
unsuccessful. Our family doctor recommended that the surgery be done
before age five; otherwise it was unsuccessful. I believed the Dr. Spiering
because the problem was on both sides of the families. No one in either
family had any health problem resulting from the malformation, yet there was
an uncle was not able to join the military or join in any sports because of
it. In the early 1970's the malformation involved 15% of school
age males. The educational and psychological mode was obviously the biggest
problem. I contacted the military to confirm what had happened to the uncle
who tried to join. I thought that I had researched the subject quite well,
before making the decision and talking my husband into agreeing to Jimmy's
1977 surgery.

After fumbling for a few words, I said, "Age six is too old to be
successful."

The word "unsuccessful" moved slowly around the room, until the principal
said, "I thought I was the only one." Mr. Theunick then changed the subject
to explain how removing the testis removed a possible future cancer problem.

"That wasn't our case," I replied. "The body will dissolve the problem.
Unknowing, we took our screaming child into an unnecessary surgery. They
did a kidney test after to use the excuse that maybe the kidneys were
underdeveloped, too. Had they had done a test to check prior to the
surgery, the kidney test after would have killed him!"

I was under the impression that the principal's son was older than mine.
It had taken many years before the recommended surgery was changed
from age 6 to 5. The people in the educational, medical, or psychological
societies never mentioned the unsuccessful surgeries, deaths, and suicide
figures. As for preventing a future cancer, if a person chopped off their
head, brain cancer would be eliminated!

Our conversation was going in two different directions. So, I ended our
chat with "Some is going to die!" There was a living-aura from scribbled
title "Ducks Teach Me How to Raise My Children" story that swirled around
the room, saying, "For words that go unsaid and deed which go undone,
survival is being neglected and someone is about to die!"

Mr. Theunick stated, "No way could, or would, this school be involved in
anything such as a death," he paused to change the subject to the duck
story: "It's all so superimposed! Sometimes one's imagination can escape
realities, especially if that someone is bored, misguided, or frustrated."
Mr. Theunick then said, holding up the duck story, "This comes from years
of depression."

I didn't think that that was my problem, especially when the principal had
a child himself with the same problem. Thus I left the principal's office
with a cover idea. My book titled "The Walk-Over" cover design. It would
have two pictures; one picture would be hand-drawn on a plastic over-lay,
covering a photo.

Mr. Theunick and I were surprised and shocked when two-and-a-half-weeks
later, Mickey was run over and killed by one of Lake Orion's school buses.

I was at the zoo with Mickey and my boy the year before I was at the zoo
with my daughter Stacy. I wrote the story "Lost at the Zoo" and used
Stacy's Zoo trip in place of the one Mickey had gone on because it was much
more interesting. I wanted to speak with Mickey's mother. Between the
dreams, the walls turning blood red and Mickey's death, the situation
bothered me. I took the children book with me to visit Jenny. I told her
about the phenomenon. Jenny wasn't surprised at hearing it. A few months
prior to Mickey's being killed by the school bus, she and Mickey had gone to
a palmist. Mickey's palm had shown a short life expectancy.

The subject returned to my son's schoolwork. My husband, too, was at son's
next school conference. The subject again was retainment. Bill agreed to
keep son back, if he didn't perform. My English was (and still is) very
poor. Anyway, after the conference, I re-wrote the "Ducks Teach Me How to
Raise My Children", and returned to the principal's office. I questioned the
educational philosophy about educating a child who was brought into an
unnecessary surgery screaming. The principal and I ended our meeting with
my saying, "If you wish to keep my son back, then prepare yourself to take
me to court!"

The "Conference Dream" talked about lies, and how medical and educational
lies would encourage suicide among the young. At the time the realities
were saturated with lies, and it was obvious that a Michigan doctor would
kill before additional questions could be asked. I began interpreting the
dream and looking for the 70-years of research page.

DREAM DESCRIPTION: Before entering the conference room, the dream
describes the scene as one of thievery. Thievery: The practice or act of thieving;
theft. Thief: one who steals. Someone who takes something that belongs to
another. The dream describes the thievery as 4-fold. Two deceptions
(educational and medical) were clearly identified before entering the room.

BUILDING: The construction was built of lies. I'm inside the building
whether I want to be there or not. Personally, I didn't believe that a
person could build their life based on lies, but the people in the dream
were showing me that it could be done. It would be extremely complicated
to live a life based on lies. Think about the number of lies. To justify the
spiritual aspect would mean to distort the scientific facts. A redefinition
of common word usage would be an easy way of confusion and contradiction.
The lie comes from the Earth gods by making political laws to justify a
misdoing. "What is suppose to be," and "the reality of what is" are two
different entities. The dreamer would have to research reality as opposed
to nonexistence reality. The building usually represented self.

MY CONCLUSION: I'm a realist, and to me the building of a life based on a
lie would be a dangerous thing. The dream represented Past, Present, and
Future. The woman in the dream was like myself staring into a mirror glass
that would represent my dreamself. The woman must have spoke, but her
words were garble and I couldn't understand them. Then when I tried to
place my finger on a clear subject, the educational image as well as the
medical text facts and truths would be misleading or misrepresented.

CLUB: You will undergo a rough and profitless journey. The club had an
identity; it was to beat down a lie. Yes, the club had turned into a sharp
blade, which gave the item several definitions. One interesting
interpretation was the separation and quarrels and losses in affairs of a
business character.
CROWD: If people are handsomely dressed, it denotes pleasant
associations. But if marred, it will denote distress and unhappiness where
profit and congenial intercourse was expected.

70 years of Research Words:

At the time of the 1978 Conference Dream, the Reality was that the
1908 BCG Tuberculosis Vaccine was 70-years-old. Michigan doctors,
educators, or psychologists were never "Child Conscious".

In 1900 when tuberculosis was the #1 disease killer, Michigan doctors did
NOT wish that United States taxpayers money spent on looking for a
tuberculosis vaccine. Michigan was the home of the original 1908 evil
doctor's curse: I'll see you and your siblings sick and dead before I see
you receive the 1908 BCG vaccine to fight the #1 disease killer tuberculosis
family bacteria. They wanted the taxpayer money to be spent on disease
studies and the buildings where the tuberculosis patients were treated. The
Tetanus vaccine had already been discovered. The Bible trinity was known as
Father (God), Son, and Holy Spirit, while the prescription drug law created
a legalized drug lord. The Bible gave several blood references, one of
which says, "For the life of the flesh is in the blood." Meanwhile, it was
also know that pathogens used the blood as a vessel to travel to various
body parts.

The evil Michigan doctors used government-funded money to treat (but not
cure) and to study the bacterial damage done to the human body by the
various tuberculosis bacteria-family germs. The prescription drug law would
form a new trinity using them as the god-figure, health saboteur, and
anti-Christ. They would promote the opposite of "For the life of the flesh
is in the blood" by saying, "Suck the blood from the flesh; blood means
nothing!" (Biopsies are tissue only!)

I thought it strange that Medicare would not ask for paid-for blood tests
to be received tests upon payment. A blood test would be like the patient's
personal health bible. The patient must establish his or her personal blood
references. I assumed that people remembered Nikita Khrushchev famous
prediction that the United States would perish from within. He must have
known more about the evil doctors than the people. I also assumed that
people knew that the bacterial-produced tuberculosis disease was the #1
disease killer in the United States for over a century when the United
States prescription drug law was passed. Taxpayer money was spent to
study the tuberculosis (TB) disease, but never a penny was spent looking
for a vaccine. Other countries were also looking for a TB vaccine
and obviously one was discovered.

An old tuberculosis vaccine writing as the following:
B.C.G. Vaccine: a vaccine introduced in France about 1908 by Calmette
and Guerin. The Calmette-Guerin bacillus used is a live attenuated strain
of the Mycobacterium tuberculosis. It may be given to infants who are
especially exposed to the risk of tuberculous infection and to young people
who are shown by the tuberculin test to have no natural immunity to the
disease. It may be given to all medical students, veterinary students and
nurses who have no natural immunity and come into contact with tuberculosis.
It is not used in the United States because chemical means of prevention are
considered more effective and do not interfere with the skin test used in
epidemiology and private practice as a single means to test incidence of
infection in the population.
End of 1908 tuberculosis vaccine's write-up.

To me, "private practice meant that the medical society wished for a larger
business. The evil Michigan doctor wished for the prescription drug law. It
would enable more United States money flowing for more tuberculosis disease
studies, while nothing would be spent looking for a vaccine. Then the evil
doctor moved to destroy the United States antibiotic policies. A health
saboteur could do more damage to people than any terrorist. The dream had
added thoughts about comparing the antibiotics that were available after
World War 2 with the antibiotics and vaccines that would be used going into
another war. The United States scientists knew in the 1950's that all cells
mutated and that antibiotics could be made from the mutated germ cells. I
wished to have access to the antitumor/antiviral antibiotics.

As I researched reality, I was shocked to discover that I lived in a state
where the prescription drug law was used to deprive my husband and me
the right to the more effective antibiotics, medicines, and to honest medical
advice!

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