How I figured out how I died… pg 2

From an out-of-body perspective is the way I am going to try to tell this… so how did I know when Freda’s mother died something was wrong???

Chaos… not just a little, but lots and so much so, when I awoke from the waking coma and okay what does that mean… “waking coma???”….

It means that from the moment I died, I quit making memories… I remember before the beating and subsequent death and the violence and screaming of the little kids… but… when I died… I quit making memories and for about 9 months it is one big black hole and with memory ability like mine, it is worse than losing a limb… because you know you lost the limb… I didn’t know I had lost time….

When the first memory was of Freda crying over the death of her mother, that took me out of my cocoon of safety and brought me into the present and made me acutely aware, things were not right and I instantly went into the comic book world of tingling senses and watching what I said and what happened when I said it… and most of all I watched and I listened and I learn to play the part they expected… all the while making notes along the way, in the hope that someday all the memories I had filed for safe keeping would finally make sense….

Once I caught Freda and Peggy in lies… it was just a matter of time getting the physical proof that my body had hidden away, and my not remembering….

When the MRI on Dec 26, 2018 came back with an old stroke and brain bleed…. I made sure I put it on twitter and face book and this blog and beg for the proof my sister said she suffered…. knowing full well that mentally she had taken my injuries and transferred all onto herself, so that everyone would think she was the one that suffered… as for my other siblings… brain washing goes on every day and gods and Trump are no different… I hope they get help…

I was tested… extensively…. final… PTSD due to my illness… my illness a broken body by domestic violence… the shrink at El Paso VA got it 100% right… his final comment… “Above average intelligence”… the final nail in Fredas lies about my mental ability…

It is frustrating to know that Freda and Peggy are living and refusing to talk and when they did talk, it was one lie after another… that shrink at El Paso said I had Eidetic memory ability… some days I agree with him other days I want to beat my head on the wall, because I can’t remember something… If I have it, it works in weird ways…

Mike was just in the room, making all kinds of noise, putting in a ceiling fan… yet I managed to type most of this with that noise… that speaks volumes for what really distracts or annoys me… “Other people”!!! lol

When I stood watching Freda cry in Don’s arms, the only time I ever saw any true genuine love and gentleness in that family… I knew and just didn’t know what I knew… Not yet 14… but knew enough about the military, that for them to ship us off to Japan after only being at Webb less than a year… something bad happened… but I could not figure out what…

I would look at myself in the mirror and see bruises all over my body, those bruises lasted months…how did I get them, when did I get them and who gave them to me…

Over the next 5 decades Freda would drop hints and clues to see If I remembered my childhood and she made sure to correct my siblings when their story did not agree with hers… brainwashing so easy for simple minds… I watched and declined to join conversation… by the time I was 18… leaving home was my only goal…. 

1972 set me on a journey to discover what happened to those 9 months I lost and why I had no memory of my childhood, or my older brother or my younger siblings….

I never talked about it, until I married Mike 25 years ago… that was when I wanted to know… what happened to Margie… who murdered her and why???

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I Remember… Margie… who had huge gray eyes that turned green…

Sgt. USAF DAV