Chapter 1 -- Rita's Nightmares

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Date Posted: 18:28:01 12/10/02 Tue
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter 1

The Walk-Over
Chapter one
Words: 2350

Dr. Agbabian

Dreams. Have we not had a hundred or more?
Personally, I liked dreams, especially when I had heard that they helped to
make-up the person's total being, that saying was over fifty-years ago. I
had also heard that if a dream awakens you, the dream was one of importance.
Your subconscious self was telling you something.

Ahhh, dreams could oscillate like a pendulum, viewing good deeds and even
evil. Often the reveries themselves would identify who desired the part of
playing nice guy and who craved the part of the other. The reverie would
baffle and bewilder. The dream could also be used as areas to research in
waking life, as did one dream to me.

In the twilight of a December 1978 reverie, I could hear the dream speak the
word "Remember." I thought it was myself speaking, so I drifted along with
the remembrance. In the dream, it was as if I was watching a TV screen.
The scene was inside a hospital. A short, dark-haired man wearing a white
doctor's coat entered my room.
Quickly, I remembered the 1978 reality scene, when Dr. Agbabian
walked into the room to visit me. I had met Dr. Agbabian once and that was
in July 1978. It was on the second day of my five-day hospitalization. In
1977, I had heard Dr. Agbabian's name mentioned several times when Hubby and
son were hospitalized. The doctor expert trinity was Dr. Spiering (family
doctor), Dr. Agbabian (internal medicine), and Dr. Knauss (surgeon). On the
fifth day of my hospitalization, I had met with a phenomenon, a hospital
ghost that said; "This is your last ride home!"

It scared the shit out of me. I put my clothes on and went home with my
last visitor, which was my husband, Bill. Someone might call the phantom's
voice an apparition, a spirit, or a guardian angel. Meanwhile, hubby was
angry as he thought that we might have to pay the $2500 hospital bill.

I remembered Dr. Agbabian's visit. "Yes, that was in 1978," I replied to
the dream.

Then the dream showed a second visit with Dr. Agbabian. Dr. Agbabian sat
at his medical desk, thinking about Rita's next medical test. I could
clearly hear his thoughts: "If I run a test on the kidneys, then Dr. Knauss
would run an ovary test."

I had only met Dr. Agbabian once, there was never a second time. So, I
replied: "No, I don't remember that!"

The dream scene darkened, and answered in a slow, firm tone: "Y-o-u-d
better!"

There was something in the dream that gave me the impression that the two
1977 surgeries represented two devious-deed items: one was medical greed and
the other was the destruction of the United States antibiotic policies.
I felt annoyed and uncomfortable with the dream's words, so I started
talking to the dream. "I only saw Dr. Agbabian once, and that was on the
second day of my five-day hospitalization. He never visited me a second
time. Why are you telling me that he did?"

The dream's voice replied: "The chemicals can illuminate as well as
eliminate."

I woke annoyed with the thoughts that a doctor would deliberately
prescribe an ill fate...especially mine. My thoughts reminisced about every
word that was mentioned during my one visit with Dr. Agbabian. The doctor
and I briefly discussed Dr. Spiering thinking that the problem was in the
ovary. Dr. Agbabian and I also briefly mentioned hubby and son's 1977
surgeries. Maybe there was a medical cover-up within one or two of the 1977
surgeries. The next test Dr. Agbabian ordered was the kidney test.

According to the dream, the dyes used in both the kidney and ovary tests
would cause a reaction, and probably fatal. Somehow the dream's symbol
reminded me that a lie could destroy a complete country. The evil Michigan
doctor would deprive my husband and me the right to the more effective
medicines.

In 1978, I had walked out of the hospital because of the unusual voice,
appearing and saying: "This is your last ride home!" I knew nothing about
chemical reactions.
The following night as I entered the dream world, I could again hear the
word "Remember."

I carefully examined the dream scene. This time, I saw my dreamself
standing in front of a six-foot tall bookcase. My eyes scanned the blurred
book titles. As I looked toward to the top, two books were vivid and it was
as if the TV lens had zoomed-in to focus. I'm only five-foot-three, so I
couldn't reach the top shelf were the two books stood upright in the shelf
middle and were surrounded by many other books. I strained my eyes to read
the titles. One had a white cover and the title The Walk Over was printed
on the book's spine, while the other had a black cover and sat further
inside the bookcase, creating a shadowy outline. I couldn't see the second
book's title. It set too far into the darken shadows. The dream then
revealed the book's complete contents in two words: "My Salvation."
Immediately, I could see my dreamself look more closely for a real title. My
eyes scanned the books outline for details. All I could see was that the
book was covered in black and sat a little too high for clarity.
Then suddenly "The Walk Over" book fell from the shelf. The 8-1/2"X11"
white pages drifted through space. I watched my dreamself read the pages.

At first, I was impressed. I could see $250,000 was laced within the
falling pages. The dream narrated, "Simple write the book the way you lived
it. When it goes upon the shelf, it will go under non-fiction. Mine will be
the biggest prophet of them all."

I watched my dream-face-person's facial expression change from impressed
to disgust, as I read each page drifting in front of my dreamself eyes.
Another panic attack flared. My dreamself stepped back horrified. Raising
my hand, I said, "No. It's not enough. No. I'm not going to do that!" I
was furious at this remember-thing dream. First, it showed how easily a
doctor could kill me; now it was showing the stupidest words I have ever
heard.

I turned to exit. As I reached the open doorway, I turned again to face the
narrator and have my last say: "Who do you think your are?"
Again, I saw my dreamself's facial expression change, as my dreamself
stared at the dream's narrator. The dream itself identified the facial
expression. It represented that my dreamself saw God.

The scene again darkened. The darkness changed into a lit movie scene. It
was a clear, rapid motion-picture-show to show my life flashing before me,
one vision after another. It was similar to a short film clip with the
narrator speaking.

The first picture was our six-year-old son standing and facing me with
horror in his eyes. The dream explained, "By the time, he's eight, the
terror will be there on his face." (Two years later the d�j� vu appeared.
By the time my son was eight, he had plumed extremely backwards. He didn't
even know his birthday date.)
The next picture was a man lying in a hospital bed. The head of the
bedstead was elevated and the patient had pillows propping his body into a
half-sitting position. My husband Bill and I entered the room. As quickly
as we appeared, it was time to depart. Bill stood at the foot of the bed by
the door leading to the hospital corridor. I walked back to Sherman, Bill's
father to give him a good-bye kiss. (In April 1983, the d�j� vu appeared)
The image began to scramble. The scene changed. The dream focused on
Bill and I standing near the edge of a different hospital bed. Large
medicine cabinets with large plate glass doors stood in the background. The
dream presented the diagnosis as "Hodgkin's disease." (In August 1982, the
d�j� vu appeared, yet it wasn't until May 1983
that Hubby's diagnose was Hodgkin's disease; after Hubby's blood infection
became strong enough to disintegrate bones.)

Again the scene changed. In the center sat a good-like myth figurine. The
item sparkled with a golden radiance, increasing its glow by saying: "All of
the earth and all of the heavens will be mine."

By the dream's end, I could feel myself lost. I had nowhere to turn and
no place to go. So, I reached for the figurine. It was a small object. As
my hand touched the figurine, it shattered, releasing millions of sparks in
all directions and jolted me awake.

Once I was awake, I noticed that the dream prompted me to ask for medical
records.

The first medical record was my 1978 hospitalization. I was shocked to read
that Dr. Knauss had ordered the Ovary test exactly as the dream had said
happened. I complained to the Osteopathic Society that a doctor could use
medical tests that could kill and nobody would notice! I had joined a
writer's workshop and shared the reply with the members.

The subject of the Bible was mentioned, and my cover was called a
"nightmare".

The Bible described evildoers. The Bible also stated "For the life of the
flesh is in the blood". Yet, blood tests were used to deny my Hubby and me
the right to the more effective antibiotics/medicines. I have used my
husband's 1982 blood test as an example of the importance of establishing a
personal blood test figure.
When the 1908 tuberculosis vaccine was withheld from usage, Michigan
doctors knew it. So, I felt that at the time of the 1978 dream, every
Michigan doctor knew that the United States prescription drug law was used
to withhold antitumor/antiviral antibiotics. The President and his congress
that created the prescription drug law; they also created drug over-seers.
The government issued drug over-seers were discouraging new antibiotics made
from the known mutated new germ cell strains that were discovered in the
1960's. The drug over-seers also knew that Michigan hospital laboratories
had raised blood test tolerance level figures as much as four (4) times the
normal in order to camouflage pathogens that appeared in the blood.
An example of Hubby's 1982 laboratory figures increased would be the
following:
Blood Test Patients Lab Figures (Increased Lab Figures) Personal
WBC 10.9 H 4.8-10.0 (4.8-10.8) 6.0
Myelocytes 0 (a blood-disease indicator)
Neutrophils 66* 54-62 (45-75) 59
Lymphocytes 26 25-33 (15-45) 30
Monocytes 6 3-7 (0-12) 5
Eosinophils 1 1-3 (0-4) 1
Basophils 1* 0-0.5 (0-2) .02*
*Notice the decimal point.

The figures were not flagged because of laboratory increase figures,
therefore the cell abnormalities were not noticed, yet Hubby's neck tumor
was noticeable.
Myelocytes used to be included in the white blood cell differential %
figure. Myelocytes were found in the bone marrow and when they appeared in
the blood, they were considered a disease marker. Myelocytes and basophils
were stained together.
Why would a blood test be important?
The Bible said, "For the life of the flesh is in the blood", and the Bible
also called a liar "A liar". Medical evildoers have existed since the
Bible. In 1977, there were doctors in Michigan like Dr. Agbabian that would
kill their patients to protect medical lies from being questioned.

A good doctor would have assisted the patient to identify his/her personal
blood test, and call it a personal blood test bible. An example would be my
husband's 1982 blood test figures, which would be the following:
Test Name Results Range (Lab Normal) (Personal Bible Figure)
WBC 10.9 H 4.8-10.0 6
Neutrophils 66 45-75 (54-62) 59
Lymphocytes 26 15-45 (25-33) 30
Monocytes 6 0-12 (3-7) 5
Eosinophils 1 0-4 (0-3) 1
Basophils 1 0-2 (0-0.5) 0.2*
*Notice the Basophil white blood cell decimal point.
By 1982, Bobby was never paid for his special table that was used in the
1978 Shroud of Turin tests. In place of money, he was supposed to receive
the table back. Bobby had to sue and take the un-returned table issue to
court. A priest stood before the judge and stated: "God wants us to have
this table."

The judge awarded the priest the table, and that the original purchase price
didn't have to be paid!

Since it was known for centuries that some priest didn't practice celibacy,
the judgement became a family joke: "The bigger the lie, the better the
prize. Tell your invisible god to take our women, molest our children
everything your heart's desire shall be free-for-nothing!"

Could there be a prescription drug lord/priest connection?

At the end of the Second World War, it was known that more people died to
disease and malnutrition than bombs or bullets. The Cold War was designed
to talk your enemy into killing herself. I use the word "Herself" because a
country was referred to as "Your mother". Health Sabotage was not used in
the Michigan medical evildoer's vocabulary. In order to lie about the blood
feeding the flesh (tissue), the medical evildoers had to get the United
States President and his congress to pass the prescription drug law.
Republicans blame it on Truman, and democrats blame it on Eisenhower.
God only knows who is telling the truth.

The prescription drug law was originally designed to keep the 1908
tuberculosis vaccine from usage in the United States when tuberculosis was
the #1 disease killer. The law was to create a larger medical business,
which meant that no man, woman or child would have the right to the more
effective antibiotics or vaccines. The Michigan medical evil doers wished
that the law would include the right to destroy the United States antibiotic
policies, therefore wrong blood test information had to be given.

When Medicare was established, the medical advisors neglected to state the
importance of blood tests. The patient had to establish his/her personal
normal cell test figure. The paid-for blood test copy result would quickly
identify an improperly done test when several tests were compared. The
medical business then would be responsible for a refund or a blood test
re-do, until it was done properly, instead of paying for faulty
merchandise. The medical business would have been treated just like any
other business.
I called medical lies "Health Sabotage".

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