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Date Posted: 20:05:58 04/13/05 Wed
Author: Rita
Subject: Chapter One

The WalkOver
Chapter one Words: 2610
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. My husband and I were both born in June 1942. When I was young, I had heard that if a dream awakens you, it 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 I 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 the year prior to my hospitalization, 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.
Clearly 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 books 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 me 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!
Two months prior to the Doctor Agbabian dream, my brother the table maker made the table that was used in the 1978 Shroud of Turin testing. First brother had placed a bid for the job, and then he was supposed to receive the table back, in place of money.
Well, you know how religious liars are. They are as bad as health saboteurs are. The priest told the United States judge that God wanted him to have it free-for-nothing! So naturally the judge agreed.
I had joined a writer�s workshop and shared the medical replies with the members. Also, I designed the book�s cover. It was a hand drawn picture on a plastic overlay of the image on the cloth that was known as �The Shroud of Turin� and a photo of brother�s table beneath.
At the workshop, three subjects were mentioned: 1) The Bible, 2) The 1950�s prescription drug law that made health saboteurs/drug prescribers the official strongest god, 3) My book�s hand-drawn cover that was called a �nightmare�.
The Bible described evildoers and liars. 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. It would be like having your personal blood test bible. It would be your way of knowing if you have a medical evildoer and not an honest doctor. When the 1908 tuberculosis vaccine was boycotted, 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 also used to withhold antitumor/antiviral antibiotics.
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 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. A person could not receive any antibiotics unless a drug prescriber gave permission to pay additional money to purchase them. The drug prescriber made more money running medical tests, than truthfully reading blood tests and prescribing antibiotics!
Several medical specialists were telling people that blood did not feed the tissue.
The action was saying that the Bible statement lied "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 Biblical times.

Since we live with many subjects appearing at the same time, I tried to remember every detail about my mother�s sister Dee who died of Hodgkin�s disease in 1970. Aunt Dee was bitter about her unnecessary surgeries. She also had undergone a great deal of radiation and pain before death. In 1970, her body was donated to the National Cancer Society. Public knowledge increased available information. About 1914, it was believed that a gram-negative bacterial-infection caused Hodgkin�s disease.
When I compared the Antibiotic Era (1940-1960), with the newer antibiotics that were made from mutated germs, it stopped with Adriamycin. The anti-tumor/anti-viral antibiotics were available in the 1960�s, but Aunt Dee�s doctors didn�t prescribe. They favored surgery and radiation. When the drug prescribers didn�t prescriber certain antibiotics, the manufacturers would have no reason to produce them. I believe that was where the smart germ clich� was created: �A brainless bacterium is smarter than a human with a brain.�

The United States (US) prescription drug law didn�t fall from the sky; the Congress during the Korean War (1950-1953) passed it. Many people living in the US don�t know where or how the �Caution: Federal law prohibits the dispensing without prescription� law came to exist. I believe that there should be a day to commemorate.
That way the US people would know who passed the law and how the law was designed to safeguard the US people from Health Saboteurs.

The law deprives me my right to the better antibiotics, such as Adriamycin, Bleomycin, and Streptomycin. Many people have told me to go to another country for the drugs. I felt that writing my congress people and requesting the right to the better antibiotics, and not the over-used ones, would be a way.

I believe that only in America (USA) would lawmakers legalize Health Sabotage. Yes, I believe that Health Saboteurs were in the United States during WW1.
A century ago the #1 disease killer was tuberculosis (TB), thus vaccines were sought after and discovered, but not in the USA. When the 1908 TB vaccine was discovered, it was used throughout the world, except in the USA. I thought that was unusual, until my husband had a neck tumor in 1982. Doctors made more money treating with inferior drugs and they received great recognition by discovering new diseases. So some doctors were withholding the 1960�s discovered anti-tumor antibiotics in order to create new diseases. Hubby�s hematologist called his Hodgkin�s disease �Castleman-Iverson disease� and didn�t use antibiotics until after using blood transfusions. The blood transfusions that contained special antibodies left enough infection to disintegrate bones (1983). I had Hubby change doctors and hospitals in order to survive.

Needless to say, several medical people told Hubby that the patient does NOT question the doctor or ask for the better antibiotics, and that the patient doesn�t need any medical records.

I think it�s disgusting that a medical society would recommend treatment plans that were deadlier than the disease and a legal society that would support what should have been called �Health Sabotage�.

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