I Miss You Iatola

Iatola, I sense you coming through. They are placed properly. I will keep them safe. You were born deaf and blind with polio, too. General George and I convinced you that you did not need your huge wheel chair. With that, YOU walked towards me as I spoke, telepathically, ONLY to you in my infancy. All other contact was VERBAL on Oahu due to the telepathy stream of the Japanese. You gave me your huge wheelchair and I would play with it in my "clinic" in our downstairs in Shoreview, MN, until we moved to Owatonna, MN, when I was 11. It, of course, was heinously possessed, and would crash up against the walls in the night. The Iatola could not believe that I did not wake or shake. It was Hasidic Jews, Iatola. When it got bad, I began sleeping upstairs in my brother's bunk bed. Now my neighbor has given you new life and you can SEE and SPEAK, actually. A new day, censure them, actually, with sword, lovingly helped by The Japanese, if they speak ill of me EVER. Love, your being, hopegod3