IMID Commentary

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• Sand Lake Drowning
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• Blinded by the Light
• Better Able to See

I asked Max at my computer repair shop to get my Optiplex for Dave, but he hasn't replied to my messages yet, so I’m writing with more clarification about problems that began when equivocation of terms replaced a history that my parents found difficult to accept. Beside's, nearly every time I return to my work I find it's been altered, so it needs to be rewritten anyway.

I'm not an aggressive person, but I grew up with pressures that were not normally encountered by children my age as a result of international travel and exposure to difficult circumstances. And when I tried to cover that material here online, I was censored by my mother and advised to tone it down by the police, so I referred to it as a problem that resulted from following a cat down the avenue which is true. I actually did get lost following a calico cat down Buchanan Avenue before the concerns she was obscuring took place.

But by that time, stray cats were rounded up by my Uncle Dibby for research at the University where implants were used, and riots broke out in the city shortly after I published the information, so I had to open up about my reasons for the use of ambiguity in order to prevent the ongoing violence and the motivation for it from continuing: that's the whole point of this work. When I began, it was standard practice to obscure the truth by these means, so it's been a difficult problem to be rid of.

Regarding Childhood Trauma

While my best friend was approaching the Johnson yard I was practicing my bat swing on the sidewalk that runs alongside the house. I know I was by the front porch because I could see him approach, out of the corner of my eye, from the South (see red arrow aiming up), but my focus was on hitting a pitch from the east, back across Buchanan Avenue (see red arrow aiming right).

I would've rather have greeted my friend then - and would still rather do so now, but I was preoccupied with the need to improve my swing - perhaps because of the challenges we‘ve been facing since WWII.

Staying a yard or two from each other; much like the expectation that I focus on web site development, and study the capacity to see at the University of Minnesota and elsewhere may be recommendations based upon an assumption about me and my friend Dave that resulted from a threat that was put down in Europe then.

I went to Berkeley to study after writing a paper on Imaging Visual Function of the Human Brain in 1991 as documented by Dr. Marg prior to that time. Like the work of Hubel and Wiesel in 1974, I reviewed their work to continue to work on the problem of apprehending threats in our environment, but I was confronted by animal rights protestors when I arrived.

Author's Narrative

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A Heroine's Tale

....Because I was expected to be accountable for an injury that I no longer remembered, I focused on my own shame about the unexpected results of examining scar tissue to realize that though I did not understand what God's plan was for me, I was able to accomplish exactly what I needed to do with my life anyway.

To bemoan the lesson taught by such a practice is to deny the suffering that results from endless postulation, so as soon as I set out to fully realize my potential, I worked on these drafts to prove that our alternatives can be adapted to accomplish our goals without denial, or cover-up, if the healthcare system will simply admit that many of their practices are ill founded.

See the full article about shocking experiments conducted above.

We are here to become the best at being ourselves. And though our freedom to live may have been curtailed by the suspicions of others, if we had not been afforded the opportunity to continue with what we know to be true, the heroine of this story and the heroines' of many other stories might've never been heard at all.

The Trauma Continued

I transcribed the details about a similar case that's linked below because it's where we went to live when we left. And, because the details about the injury were completely withheld from me, like the failure to perform an autopsy in the Sand Lake drowning. However, it is clear upon reflection that concern was so grave, a community next to Batavia Illinois was voted out of existence to provide a site for Fermilab, our National Accelerator Laboratory in 1966. (Mr. Johnson's wife could not receive the death benefits because they chose not to employ the autopsy required by the insurance company.)