Would you like to know about my Body And Soul?~~Bruiex

I don't know but for some reason, I thought I would share my life in Health.

I was born with Bronchitis and low t-cell counts. I lived my first year of my life and I wasn't premature in a sealed room, kinda of like Bubble Boy. My dad cried outside the hospital one night asking God why.He tried to commit the ultimate goodbye with asprin.My Grandfather Hershel lost the use of his legs and the scene is to graphic for G-rated but he lay for 3 days slowly falling and passed on. [he was a WW2 vet] I never met him. We were in Utah as my father was going to BYU with a degree in journalism which he went into a carrer of managment training and then banking.the last time I heard of my Father he was "On Safari".

he didn't even go to my Grandma Dot's funeral [his mother] in 2002, it was when I First Came to USM and Scarecrow 76 predicted everything. Masonic brotherhood started coming over to my house on Elizabeth lane.the one I talk about all the time.He was a major don't even spell his name here but listen, I have history with this Guy regardless of his fake death.

layimg it out for ya'll so you can know how deep my mancave is. have 3 half sister and 5 half brothers. My stepmom and my dad lied to me and told me my stepmom was my mom.I always knew something was wromg cause she is 4' 11 and all my brothers are short but I am 6 ft 3 inchs tall, Come On, My real Mom is 6 ft tall.

have a whole post story on my moment of going to live with my real mom and living in Dallas while my stepmonster and dad got a divorce.

My dad was such a loser that he abandonde us all in 1983 and never paid child support. This is before the laws were changed.Can you Imagine what my Step Momster and My Dad thing were doing to me?

Maybe this will help unwrap the enigma that is me instead of everyone just going <shrugs> he's crazy.

I almost died in 1991 of a fever of 117 with sepsis and acute bronchitis. At that time my Aunt Millard died of Brain Cancer. My grandma's sister.She was there for the last 3 months of her life and the evil cousins were only thinking about money.

At the time of her death, she came to me as I lay in a fever state for 3 days.She told me goodbye and was a bright floating figure at the bottom of the bed.I sweated every drop of water in my body those days.

Finally the fever broke and I was alone.My friends and my brother on my Mom's side left on their own deals.they just didn't understand how sick I really was. Death visited me that day.Went out and ate a meal of beans and corn tortillas, a few spices and water. I could feel the energy going into my body.

I promised god that day, that I would never eat more than my body needs.

My Aunt Mill always believed in reincarnation.

The oddest thing.My Grandfather's Sister married My grandma's Sister's Husband after they divorced. Life is weird huh?

My Grandfather Hershel's Brother Kenneth was a Korean Vet, he was tortured forever because he did his duty and his duty caused him to defend the fence line of South and North Korea.He warned the kids.he became a alcholic and eventually had leukemia, he had a stroke and they implanted gold in his jaw to fix his sliding jaw. He passed on Christmas Eve, 2002.

At his funeral the marine who was performing the Honor Ceremony passed out and a ambulance had to be called for him. My Uncle Roy[Waco boy] was laughing at the spectacle to me privatly.He was recounting stories of having put the parking lot into the branch Davidian Compound and met David Koresh, he said the Guy wasn't crazy..That started my whole resolve to finally start looking at all this "Conspiracy Theory" stuff and becoming a truthtalker.

back to the Body, Since I died that day in 1991, I have been sick a few times.. never have been sickly except for one thing. I have a high elevated count of High Density Lipos.. (it's the good fat) which causes tumors that sometimes consist of veins that have to be vascurelly tied off to remove or they encse themselves into a shell, which comes out like a big seed.

I have had them removed many times but just like my few missing molars, there is nothing I can do but dermo-surgery.. Dermatologists in the past were flabbergasted and couldn't give me any help other than surgery.Today I have a few here and there but it hasn't progresed at the rate it did when I was younger.

There is a relation to blood circultion.vaericose viens.Why can't there be another way except opening me up and removeing it, couldn't it be shrunk of soniccly disintegrated?



There it is, Complicated, aint it.

We all have some scars that never heal.

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