​​I'm an artistic person that could do most anything, but now the simple task of cracking an egg is a ridiculous thing.

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The newspaper said it happened outside city limits. What I know is that I left a restaurant in Bodega Bay, CA and woke in a hospital in Santa Rosa, CA.

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The things my body is experiencing are completely unrelated to a vehicle being sent over a cliff.

There were no broken bones. When I was a young person I broke both legs and one arm, and when I was sixteen I had back surgery, none of that was reinjured. My physical body history would tell most anyone that before someone had me, in my van, sent over a cliff, my body must have been unconscious. 

 

Santa Rosa doctors figured my vision would return to as it was, the eye professionals thought it was just double vision. To see properly, I must cover my right eye.

 

When my body walks into a moderate temperature pool,  unlike a typical dry skin and water sensation, the feeling I have is a mildly piercing and unusual.

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My bladder needs to be emptied frequently and the feeling of urgency is increased.

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I need to rest my body all the time, and I fall asleep quickly even, when I had caffeine.

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There is mucus issues constantly.

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Cracking an egg in a normal fashion is impossible. 

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When I write, it resembles a Childs handwriting.

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I can only walk with slow cautions mindful steps. Running and walking fast is impossible.

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My feet and legs are always cold. I cover my feet even when the weather is hot. Emu oil cream for my legs is like a best friend.

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My voice sounds like that of mentally ill person. Speaking beyond short sentences has me coughing.

 

In the next paragraphs

I write about what happened at the first two places I existed at, in 2018 and 2019, 

after someone had me, with my two pets in my van, dumped off a cliff. 

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After the Santa Rosa and Palmdale hospitals, I was taken to Lakeview Terrace Nursing home in Los Angeles, it had been several months since being dumped off a cliff and my ear was having plugged up issues.  Then strangely one day a person walked into my nursing home room, the man said he specialized in ear nose and throat. The guy, who I think was posing as a doctor, said I have wax and he left.

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Also while at Lakeview terrace in Los Angeles, the nursing home sent me to Norwalk community hospital for a drug test. The results were that I didn't take pharmaceuticals or any other drugs. After that, in that hospital a guy who called himself a doctor asked if I wanted to be checked into psychiatry. 

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After Lakeview Terrace I was taken to remote residential property in Sun Valley. I rejected pharmaceuticals and the staff pushed those drugs. I believe it was likely because they would be financially compensated. Also at that property I was told to see a person that called himself a doctor, the guy had pharmaceutical bottles filled with pills and my name was printed on the containers. I asked the person for a business card, but the guy posing as a doctor, refused my simple request. The fake doctor left and the female caretaker, of the house, hid the drugs.

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Also at that place, back in 2019, I think my laptop computer was used to find out who I was contacting and what I was doing on the internet.

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My inventions would be products extremely desired 

even without people knowing

the need for their creation

(it's simply because of what else my inventions offer people).

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Unfortunately, the selling points of my inventions could be used negatively by those with a dark agenda, if the products were intentionally built in a destructive way that furthers the dark agenda instead of the way that I want them to be built in that they help people.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​