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Life Before CIA Targeting

By the time I was in my mid 40s, I had what most would consider an upper middle class background, had a good life by most measures, money, good looking wife and son I adored.  That and two homes one stateside, one in Russia. Lots of travel, 70 countries but I stopped counting and caring.  Having seen behind the curtain, it changes, that is it damages ones' perception. Let's take a step back and mention terror event researcher Ole Dammegard.  Google him if you are unfamiliar with his work.  His paradigm concludes that all terror plots: 9/11, McVeigh, JFK, Gulf of Tonkin, the recent Notre Dame Fire, and so many more are performed by our national securìty folks, our spooks, to scare the rest of us and let those in power steal as they will. I only began to realize I was targeted in 2011and finally understood come 2016.  The hardest part is realizing you've been lied to your whole life and that CIA  and FBI and the like are run as criminal organizations for the ...

Watching Bridges of Madison County and Uncovering a CIA Plot So Horrific

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Watching this Clint Eastwood / Meryl Streep movie with my son.  I forgot how good it is. I recall leaving my first wife Christine for the Russian goddess I perceived, Svetlana Borisovna. And unlike that moment in the film when Francesca grabs the truck's door handle, which if turned, would change her life, and she relents, stays with husband Richard and their two teen children, I pulled the handle, opened the door, crossed an ocean, for a girl I knew not, but for in the sense most would describe as physical, landed in Siberia, and convinced her to join me.  That was 1997, over 20 years ago. We have a son, now 19, and all that I perhaps ever wanted in a son. And Svetlana, I knew she didn't love me, not as I loved her.  Men and women are perhaps different in this regard, of that I am not sure, my data set too small to matter.  I recall thinking if she just got to know me she would love me. Perhaps she does as she can; we grew up so differently, me ...