We lost him - suddenly this week. Til now, nobody i actually know, in one week’s time, spiraled straight to heart problems and then instant turbo cancer and gone.
“The new normal” i hear you you mutter under your breath.
But i can’t just leave it at that.
Sudden death syndrome - now so grossly popular among people who took that damn clot-shot at least once and probably over again and again - leaves insurance companies no longer able to pay out. Cause Unknown…
“Safe and effective”, the propaganda goes - but only effective for eugenics: the steady and invisible population reduction through covert chemical and pharmaceutical war on the people, so that globalists can rob our assets and rule the entire world.
Sudden death - it seems even mainstream news is reporting it now.
Meanwhile, we find that nobody in the alleged health care profession has any clue whatsoever of what transpired. Blinded to genocide by bribery or stupidity; should those medical perpetrators ever speak up, they could and would lose their lives - to strange accidents like car explosions, plane crashes, and suicides where victims somehow shoot themselves in the back or some other cognitively dissonant tale.
Yet people still choose to rush back for more. More drugs, and more poison shots. Lemming Lane has locked them in.
The cloak of denial perfectly veils these tumultuously stormy winter days; and the trauma to the families involved is a masterfully imposed torture-helmet that sticks and seems to never end.
We lost him - suddenly this week: in one week’s time, he spiraled straight to serious heart problems and then instant turbo cancer and then gone.
Oakland born and bred.
RIP
(old photo from a walk through the Oakland Rose Garden with Donna many moons ago)
ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL KILLING REMAINS NEATLY TUCKED AWAY.
i am no longer shy, or sorry, or too self-conscious to use the word GENOCIDE - in proper company of course - because none of the victims or their families seem capable of grasping the pattern at play. Though i’ve heard of some infants who exploded with colic, burning fevers, or lethal sepsis; or died on their freshly- vaxxed mother’s breast; i have not known any of the associated adults well enough to ask them why. Let’s just say for some mysterious reason, INFANTICIDE just might also be on the rise. Spontaneous abortion sure is!
But you who are here already know that.
So i come today to grieve…to ready the altar of loss for us all. Four years ago, we warned each other of this, but back then it still seemed so far away.
Haven’t we all held in way too much for way too long?
Let’s share this precious tender heart space and remind each other we are not alone.
We refuse to be blinded by lies…a relentless team we are to the bitter end, by divine grace or decree, no?…
i was so dreading this.
Some part of me saw the story unfold in nightmares long ago. It’s a crapper to really really really break down for the first time with a friend, but when Donna told me he was gone, whimper, weep, and blather i did, because through all those years, Wendell’s sweetness and supportive family values won me over, and they both got pretty used to me too.
We have an odd and quiet karma together that spans 30 years.
Let me say a few words - more for me than for you, but that your heart also open a tad more to sprinkle tenderness upon our shared losses; and i bless that you may be held in love, because we are all enraged and exhausted by losing people and careers in this scammerino, beyond the beyond.
But war never ends quickly or easily, because the enemy simply must erode your every reserve if you will not easily go down - which we won’t.
News break: we’re still standing, aren’t we, my friends???
Right here on the front line, because we are the front line, and we’re what all we’ve got…
i met Wendell in July of 1995, when jersey-girl here first moved to Oakland to start her new life. Wendell worked the Port of Oakland til he retired; Donna worked later hours at K-Mart so i didn’t see or know her right away - but somehow the three of us became fast friends - the old-fashioned kind of neighbors that sit together sipping tea and venting about world events; or mourning together the loss of a tiny beloved pet. They were quiet about their other losses though, sisters, brothers, moms…
We were the most unlikely three - them with their total junk food diet and loud nasty TV 24/7 (thank god Too Cute finally won over Jerry Springer, where couples wrestled live while flaunting their incestuous affairs and arguing over their strings of illegitimate kids) - and me, the silent yogini-healer working my business long late hours, shelves lined with organics, health food and herbal tea; and me either at the massage table, teaching yoga, or piled under tarps and soil on the cement deck potting and repotting succulents - my first ever garden of my own. My first ever deck.
i got that great apartment in 1995 way up on the third floor, the end unit, for $565 a month; and the front deck faced a eucalyptus grove and creek separating us from (what is now) the Grocery Outlet and Broadway just beyond. We had gated parking, laundry on premises, and a pool. The manager Mario did all the landscaping and even swept the steps and cleaned and painted our rails. The week they clearcut the eucalyptus grove, Nancy two doors down and i spent the afternoon holding onto each other and wailing as chainsaws destroyed our little forest.
Today, those apartments are broken down and decrepit, about $3000 a month, and all you see is the myriad condos and barely a peek of the sky.
Each of us, it seems, in our brief lifetime, must witness devastating destruction to glorious landscapes that defined our homes for at least a century before.
Oakland’s 20th century architecture was legendary; its businesses all magnificently perched.
i’ll never forget the 4-story malachite green glass structure on downtown Broadway, I-Magnin, that was a landmark going way back. It’s in the photo spread linked above and below, along with the intricately carved chapels that were palacial, whatever their size; and the big old Victorian houses that kept our history alive. Take a tour:
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=oakland+historical+architecture&t=brave&iax=images&ia=images
But today’s generation will never know such beauty ever existed, for it is now razed flat and long deceased beneath rubble, condos, and never-ending construction jams. Broadway is now an obstacle course of strangely placed cement girders and pylons that block parking and leave you baffled how and where to turn the corner any more. Flashing lights everywhere.
Naturally, it’s intended to mess up your brain - especially in the dark.
(My friend G covers this mess in Berkeley to expose the drastic imposition of 15 minute cities and the smart-grid. This phenomenon is rife in San Francisco too, where driverless cars already zip around…in fact, it’s everywhere, if you just look for yourself as you try to travel through. i’ll ask him for a direct link so you can see the street-prisons now locking us in)
When Wendell and Donna married (before i met them), they bought a house in Sacramento, but remained in that Oakland apartment right up til August 2023 - when they finally made the exodus to their newly renovated, but long empty, own home. i never thought they’d really go - but then somehow, we left the bay area on the same August day of last year (part of that odd karma i mentioned); and my new place up here is about an hour north from theirs).
But it’s not easy getting to Sacramento any more from above or below. The roads are highly weaponized, construction narrows many areas to one or two lanes instead of six to ten; and there is “testing” along the strips of the 80 where the biggest cell tower galaxies and transformers flash and glare over the road and all across the sky.
Frequencies? i fear so - for i’ve been watching (and FEELING) the towers blasting our highways since 2010.
Roman writes all about overcoming this kind of frequency blasting and its effects.
So does Frances.
You might like them*. Give a click above.
*If you wanna go really deep, that is…because perhaps to hold that focus can help you heal…
Being super sensitive myself, i had no choice but to look into what hurt my brain and caused physical pain. The irony of being a brain therapist (craniosacral and lymph) while watching my own brain being disabled and shutting down; and my refusal to accept that - led both my research and my prayers. From 2017-18, i learned that Walnut Creek (where i lived in a 5th floor apartment just north of downtown) was a testing hub for the new 5G. i could hear and feel loud buzzing and screeching coming through the walls; and being online quickly made me dull. Long days gave me stomach aches and joint pains that finally never went away. i felt totally hungover and ill most to all the time.
Many of us have scalar technology enhancing our home spaces and harmonizing our cells. i would say my scalar equipment saved my nervous system and thus by default my life.
ON TRAVELING ANYWHERE (LOCAL) THESE DAYS…
Would that i could order only daylight and clear blue skies for that single hour on the road and home again; but alas it’s winter in wartime and the chemtrail planes have seeded vicious and relentless storms with floods there and ice around here…so that commute is terrifying and disorienting - and if you survive you will definitely believe in the god of goodness who kept you alive, and likely take to the pulpit yourself singing holy hymns…
https://duckduckgo.com/?q=nighttime+traffic+images&t=brave&iax=images&ia=images
So…
Wendell and Donna made it to their home after 30 years of waiting, he fell down the first night, and it was downhill for him in and out of ER from thereon in. He never got to experience his house; and now Donna will live there alone.
Clearly, she loves her budding 15 minute city with all her needs one block away; and she adores her smart home and smart machines.
…and i appreciate this living education, actually witnessing what the foreign military power operating as corporate government among us is unleashing in our towns.
It’s not easy going down there to see her. That world is too weaponized, her windows stay shut, and her tv stays on. Whatever day it was when i was there, and i can’t quite remember any more, i asked for the jazz channel; and we met midway with Laurel and Hardy movies in the background while her sister and i made sure she ate. i’d baked cornbread and quiche (organic with tons of healing spices, of course) - my first time cooking both dishes - and they devoured it!
(Whew! Slipped that one by! May it strengthen them…)
Seeing Donna’s sister there was a huge relief for me. From 30 years knowing them, i can tell you this family is tight, and for now it’s better she’s not alone.
But now she keeps going to ER for her heart and arm pain.
Frequencies? Bioweapons targeting on her neighborhood?
The towers are barely blocks away in her 5 minute city world…
We were sitting next to eachother on the couch. Just saying…
…and i had that same cervical and clavicular pain intensely all night and the next day, and could not move my left arm. My tongue was blistered and my throat was sore.
Frequencies? i fear so - for i’ve been watching (and FEELING) the towers blasting our highways since 2010.
i spent a day or two purging and manually clearing my lymph, and now i’m ok.
Lotsa binders down the pie-hole, friends, and infrared sauna every day…an ion cleanse foot bath later today…
It stinks to have to work that hard all the time. However, i’m grateful to have many of the tools right here with me at home.
IN CONCLUSION:
My last post went out the night of Wendell’s death. Donna was busy with Wendell in the morning, and when i called back toward evening, he was gone.
On our way to check out the funeral home during my visit -
with her driving; me reading GPS -
she announces her favorite song and turns it way up.
So then we start car-dancing the rest of the way to the mortuary, where i found the women to be exceedingly harsh and grim.
Donna’s one of a kind. We done some real life together.
Before i left her that night, she got me with this: “You been my best friend through all this. Thanks for coming down. And i thank my sister Bren too, for coming all the way up here. With this support, i think i’m gonna make it.”
Thank you to everyone who has acknowledged this post and our shared sense of losses
wow yolanda, your fierce love and rage comin thru loud and clear. so glad you are here. and GO AHEAD MR WENDELL!! rocket fuel for the departed. bless you and all of us who see and stand.