Trash 80

 

We had no Socrates but for our library. And the teachers we had we could only want us to become taught. Waiting for school to be over was often the only care but some cherished the time away from home. Everyone scoffed at the need for pi but later in life it entertained me at work. 

In the early 80's we were beginning to discuss deceptive sales tactics- two liters in a square versus a bottle, for instance. And how Nothing is Ever Free. And the financing schemes with the massive interest. All the tactics to get your cash going through their hands. America has become a carnival, forcing everyone to develop a song and dance for a profit they are forced to share with the host.

We read 1984 by George Orwell, which I think was actually that very year. I cannot recall if it was before or after the shuttle explosion- a whole other financial manipulation expose to discuss later. 

Subliminal programming, power of suggestion, mind control tactics- all discussed with us at our teachers discretion, contrary to curricular programming recommendations. And then television changed.

The television no longer shut off with the anthem, it was on day and night. 

TRS-80's were in our schools and we began learning programming and data entry. Trash 80's, they were called.

And then the idea of the internet was fostered out to the public as a revenue source, enticing us with the magic of computers.

And the masses were monitored and surveyed by Neilsen's the entire time, all the way back before television when they controlled the radio broadcasting. Neislen's was sneaking their way inside our homes. Chicago later became the epicenter for testing with the Local People Meter. Now, just like 1984, they are in all of our homes. They had us switch our televisions to HD, later coming out with their developments in AI.

Well, Numerologists know that 1984 = AIHD

When I discovered that detail, on top of all my other studies, and messages from God, I had a bit of a panic.

Every Household name is behind it. Neilsen's Group and the MRC are a cancer on our people. Capitalism has become to dictate over us and our government. 

They have violated our mental health with their mind control tactics and Methodological Research.

Obesity, Hoarding, all kinds of health issues as a by-product of their practices at stimulating our buying habits, all heaped up in piles all over that are hidden under the dirt. And that also reminds us of the introduction of plastics and the recycling scandal.

The things I have uncovered are very real, all beginning with the opening of a Neilsen's Ratings survey, where they were directly speaking to children- third paragraph down. 

We are in more than a lot of trouble, and the rivalry they have sold us may have destroyed any way for the people to assemble against any of it.

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My Saga, continued.

 

When I was 15, during a moment of extreme grief, my mother said to me through tears, that I was to never cause family destruction and cause such pain to a  woman. We were on our way to confront my step-father when he was caught cheating on their marriage. The marriage and entire family soon fell completely apart. To this day my siblings and I do not speak, and I rarely speak to my mother. 

And of all the writers, so-called, few write words worth reading at all.

The most important stories, I feel, are the ones that are too hard to tell. This might be one of them, though a continuation of my struggles to have a life that my own children and a family. These stories are mostly to let them know of my hardships while trying to create a shameless existence out of the lies and deception that kept me desperate for something better than to be capitalized on because of that desperation.

And out of the hundred or more women that I subjected myself to, the life I had known after my divorce kept me very reserved from becoming unequally yoked once again. 

After more than a year of seeking what I thought was safety and security to improve my family relations, I began internet dating but this time I tried Tinder.  

Several weeks, and failures went by- avoiding more drug addicted situations, Julie and I found each other. After many conversations she came to spend time with me at a local motel. It was nice, and we continued seeing each other for several more weeks.

Things began to be difficult to manage, especially since the people I entrusted would rather have me self-medicating with alcohol and marijuana instead of seeing my doctors and using the prescribed medication.

After I found a hand gun in my bed, and avoided being shipped to Mexico with my savings, I made the decision to cut ties and move on, although I had no idea what I would do aside from trying to get my home repair business back together. I decided to get a motel room for a week to buy time to make a plan. Having no one else to call, I called Julie and asked her to come help me get out. She came right away.

While at the motel, I became friendly with some other people staying there. They were outside drinking, offering me a drink. Later that night I blacked out because the drink was drugged. Julie almost left me there over it but the next day we straightened things out and she began to share things with me that she really didn't want to share, and I don't blame her.

We had spoken on the phone quite a bit, sharing time with her grand daughter with me. Soon I learned that there was no man involved with this family that wasn't a heroin addict, and little did I know at the time, her daughter was also an addict.

While laying in bed, Julie began telling me about electrical issues at home. Outlets were bursting into flames. Circuit breakers were constantly popping etc... Knowing that the house was full of women, I knew they were in great danger. Having nothing better to do with my time, I demanded she take me to her home first thing in the morning to intervene. It was clearly understood that the house was going to burn down.

There was no way I was going to read about 4 women dying in a house fire that was placed in my hands. It felt to me as God had sent her to me so, I went.

This way very well be the hardest story I have ever told, and maybe the most important.

The next day, we arrived at her farm. The entire property was in a shambles. Soon I would learn that this was her prison. Her only escape was going to work, where she worked. Then to return home to be robbed of what she earned. Off with the work clothes, on with the pajamas, and then back to her own personal space in her bed where she prayed over and over for 28 years... to die.

The only thing that I could do was anything and everything to improve something in the least for her. My legal pad accumulated notes and details to document everything I could. My fear was that she would go to prison because of what had become of her life... at the insistence of a demon created by her own daughter.

"Out of the frying pan.." was my video documentation of my efforts to tend to what needed tending in order to protect Julie. After seeing what I saw there was nothing I could do but stay and tarry there for her, which I did. I kept this video journal as evidence in order to defend her, if necessary. This is the biggest disaster I have ever dealt with, and it's still not over. Out Of The Frying Pan... 1

Although my sobriety has been about 15 months, I must admit that alcohol helped me to endure for a while or so I felt but I found myself to be more than overwhelmed, drinking myself into a stupor when depression overtook me. 

There was no choice, in my mind, to leave her. For love for her was not the reason but love for myself. How could I abandon her when there was no other man that dared to tread there and give of himself? No, I admit, at the time I was not in love with her. It was my personal convictions that forced me to stay. She needed me more than all the women I had even known put together.

Her only request of me was to not ask her to purchase alcohol for me, and I don't believe I ever did.

There were five horses, six dogs, twelve cats, a pot-bellied pig running loose destroying forty years of lawn care, a rabbit and a bird in a cage- all brought home as what I feel were offerings to improve her relationship with a daughter that kept her dwelling in the grief a woman feels when the father denies the child. And if that wasn't bad enough, to be forced to endure the daily grief of guilt constantly reminded to her that she had no father for the child. A father that should have been there to dictate that children do not play with farm equipment as toys. Yes, while in the house preparing lunch, Julies daughter was injured by a young boy riding the lawnmower which caused her daughter's hand to be amputated.

So, between punishing her mother for having no father, she waved her amputation like a magic wand that had command over her mother. Having a child of her own was the trifecta, and she would use that child against her mother like a bully.

One week after I arrived and started making corrections, Julie's daughter removed herself and child from the home in order to punish her mother for bringing me there. When she found a place to live, she then plead with her mother to allow her to take possession of her grandmother due to the fact that she needed her income to pay her bills rather than submit to the household and her mother as she should.

When the electrical issues seemed to be mended, the animals commanded my attention. The barn needed a make-over for the horses care. The dogs were severely depressed. Twelve cats had taken over the entire house and property, and little did I know that years of dumping cat food out had attracted raccoons that had taken up residence in the abandon house on the property that was being used for storage.

The room her daughter had for Julie's grand daughter was overtaken with boxes of junk stored, as well as the many shipping boxes accumulated from television programming that stripped Julie and her mother of their money while chasing down prepackaged affection offered through television programming.

While the manure was left unattended, the pile grew to a well trodden three feet in the horse pen. A pile a discarded vacuum cleaners and air conditioners lay concealed by broken swimming pool parts and "salvageable" materials that were heaped up on the property by Julie's two brothers. And, little did I know, they were waging their war against her as well- ever since she was employed and able to purchase the property from her parents. No one did anything but add to the debris and destruction.

Even though Julie had purchased the modular home new, it was all but completely destroyed. And her daughter? She was just fine with it. And Julie continued to pray for death to come for herself. 

After begging her, Julie finally went to the doctor to be treated for depression. And multiple times I asked her to get insurance on the house.

For almost a year, Julie was not allowed to see or speak to her granddaughter simply because of my interrupting the control she had over her mother. 

To this day she rejects my offerings and will not allow her mother and I to visit her together. She mockingly calls me "the hero".  

One day, Julie had an opportunity to take a job transfer that I fully supported, seeing as it was the only way to encourage her healing by getting her away from the disaster of her property. It was then my intention to renovate the home with the intentions that Julie's mother, daughter, and granddaughter could take over the property. This, secretly to me, was an impossibility because Julie's daughter was not lovable. She had no love for herself, and certainly had no love for God. To me it would be impossible for her to ever have a man in her life that could tend to the many issues of the property- let alone tending to a Godless, loveless selfish woman.

Eager to escape the property, I began remodeling the entire house. Suddenly, Julie's daughter was on speaking terms with me but only as my boss. Of all of the things that needed to be tended to, the home had to be handicap accessible for grandma. As for Julie's daughter, all she cared about was the dilapidated swimming pool so, she searched around to find pool parts and concerned me with the pool. 

As Julie healed in her new environment, her sebaceous boils went away and I tended to her healing when we were together by removing the boils and blackheads left, and rubbing her with salves and ointments.

Two years of begging her family to come help me, Julie's daughter brought a friend of hers named Josh to help me. Little did I know Josh was just another drug addict, which all of her friends were.

He was little to no help at all.

At midnight, the end of July, Josh came to me as I watched a television show. He said, "something is going on on the porch". When I went to see, I instantly realized the house was on fire. I said, "Fire!" And Josh went running out of the house to go look, closing the door behind him. He did nothing to take a dog with him or anything. The house began filling with black smoke as I looked around for Hercules and Jax- our two dogs. The power went out and I hit the floor to crawl around in my search for my animals while holding my breath. 

Exhausted and scrambling, I located an animal cage of a bearded dragon that I recently rescued. Crawling on the floor, I felt the wall in order to find my way out of the house. 

When I finally found the door it was burning but I got it opened only to find the storm door. Instead of flapping in the breeze, it's actually shut. Reaching for the handle, my hand hit the glass and burned. I took a picture of my hand print later. Rolling out of the doorway, dragging the cage, I landed in a soft spot on the ground and dashed to get some things out of the way for the fire department.

The flames were so big and hot that I could not get near the water faucet, and it would have been useless. I moved my truck, dragged the quad runner and motorcycle out of the way and hoped they got there soon to save the house. A neighbor, who most likely never lent her a hand, drove up and parked out front to watch the place burn. It made me sick.

When the fire department showed up, they sent me to the emergency room to be treated. I was in shock.

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Fasting

 Be silent to learn the language of signs. The sheep are frightened always by the Trojan horses in their lives. Drawn are they into salience and rhythm blind to the antigen of a smiling agent to a host of greedy men awaiting the indebted who will all inherit the mountains of their debris. 

I had a Vision of ticks on the 12th of May. The next morning I began finding them. The first was between the chair and cooler, on the concrete to the rear of the chair. It was discovered while straightening up, cleaning. I noticed it as I picked up a cigarette butt that it was upon. Then, later that day I found two more, this time on the dogs fur. One I found while feeling it crawling up my calve, one high on my rear just below my belt, which is still irritated many days later. All in all, 9 so far. The last one was three days ago- Julie woke up to it crawling on her face. 

So, in December I had a powerful experience, to say the least. The words and conversations given  and shared with others came at the height of some discoveries made while investigating what began October 8th, 2021 with the Nielsen's TV survey letter bribing children. Nielsen's and media broadcasting are the Trojan horse that conceals the deviance used by corporations that are negatively impacting the mental health of society. And they are all represented by the MRC- all household names. There's so much more, like who owns what, etc... Which takes us to Dutch ownership and English speaking people being targeted.

And then I did a numerology test for my buddy George Orwell, the day after God Spoke to me and made me scribe, to discover that 1984= 1A 9I 8H 4D AIHD=1984

Much of what was described in this book is factual reality today.

The relativity between this fact, and Nielsen's Ratings is epic. We allowed "them" into our private homes with the devices they offered us. And much of society lives their reality based upon much of what they see and hear on TV. Mind control is real, and being used by everyone with something to sell, like rivalry.

It's like society has become a carnival that doesn't end. And anyone who's been a Carney knows, you can only hide the garbage for so long, which took me to the investigation of our landfills, and landfills around the world- oh dear Jehovah what have they done!?

Khatmandu is now referred to as "Trashmandu," and the Ukraine has an explosive landfill crisis. I'd hate to be one of the guys desperately trying to clean up after the war. They may turn the whole place into a landfill. 

Landfill after landfill- look at the one in California! biggest in the country.

California Landfill Crisis
 And China? Oh, they don't want to help recycle anymore.

Watch little kids working the trash.

China Recycling Crisis

This one features coastal focus and is very informative.

Coastal Landfill Crisis

All of these studies came together in December. The Spirit was with me for days but on the 13th while in bed, it spoke. I was watching "It's A Wonderful Life" at the time, and was motivated to grab my pad and pen to record everything I could for my proof. There was fanfare and light. It was a celebration. It felt very much like I was being wedded and an energy filled me even more intense than it had been. My gal lay sleeping next to me the entire time. After scribing the words I was given the name to be The Song of Zackery

Having remained awake all night, I set to entering what had happened in my journals here, and then proceeded to contact a very close few friends-  Timothy        Loren 

And, finally, A.D. though in two parts for some reason. I'm no pro, I'm desperate to record and share the accounts A.D. pt 1      A.D. pt 2

And, as commanded, I have remained silent for a while, as commanded in order to better hear. "You must leave the world behind to begin the journey" "an ear that does not listen once will not listen twice"

These are a few of the words given to me.

So now I am filled with a great fear of the lord and I have heard his anger. Television and landfills are related. We have all been deceived for profit while the words of the prophets are not profitable. Just like recycling plastic, for instance.

So I am sickened with grief over what capitalists have done. Now, to search out a paradise in space is the very impossibility the lifestyle of this society will never gain. All the while, in the vast desert of space... The Earth is The Paradise Lost.

And I sit, feeling useless, worthless, imprisoned by circumstance and unable to do anything but comfort my mate while we await desperately for an improbability to grace us with a good place to live. In the meantime, we thought "hey, lets buy a used motor home and live out the season while we wait for the right place to open up".  Well, before you do that, call the campgrounds. Now, the parks are all booked up, and the ones that are available have a "ten years or newer" age restriction. The lot that was available was 1000 plus electric etc but was only available for a month. We've got six acres not far from the motel we are staying at but that put Julie more than an 2 and half hours driving every day. AND the well needs the be repaired to begin even considering it, which is a whole other disastrous barrel of monkey pox.

I study my bible daily, and pray constantly with selflessness. I feel like Jonah, in the belly of the whale. At least we can put the motor home back up for sale an get our money back... to someone who wants a 1983 Pace Arrow.

  

So, I've been silent from the Mad Zack Show on Facebook, mostly I think it was a supernatural motivation in order to diffuse the "Schizophrenic" connotations that have been thrown at me to discredit my findings and claims.  

Speaking of claims, my health insurance sent me a letter regarding the billing for Ohio Psychiatrics Hospital, asking questions. I think my religious persecution and defamation claims can be filed. 

You see, after finding out what I found out, and the messages from God, I had some epiphanies to which I ran to my neighbor to come see. It was 10:30 am, and he answered the door after having been sleeping. He wouldn't cooperate and frustrated me in my excitement so, I ran to who I thought was the woman of the house next door. In my haste I failed to recognize it was her daughter whom I startled. Anthony then re-approached me and I repeated to him to come see. I stated " This is so serious, I am even willing to threaten self harm"  which was an idle threat but he freaked out and called the police.

I begged and pleaded with the police to come see but they also refused. I actually got on my hands and knees and started praying with tears streaming down my face, begging for a sign be given to them but all denied. Also denied being believers- 7 of them total.

They coaxed me into going to the hospital where I was to be monitored for 72 hours. I asked all along the way, if they were believers, and all denied but one young nurse. I reached out to pray with her for a joyous Christmas with her family. They had draped me in linen as Jesus or a prophet and mocked me. 

Finally, they brought me a request for a cup of coffee but I am certain that it was drugged.

Left in the room, they badgered me and taunted me with lullaby songs over the speaker several times. I kept hearing God speaking. And I spoke back, At one point I began praying to God for forgiveness of all man has done, praising the creatures and nature and all the goodness I have found in it. I begged and pleaded, yet asked not one thing for myself. And then the people came in to take me away in an ambulance.

I ended up at the psychiatrics hospital, where I stayed for 33 days trying to get myself out. The Doctor, whom was very rude with me, kept insisting that I am Schizophrenic.

At one point right after Christmas, I got very sick. I felt as though I was beaten from head to toe. I sneezed a couple times and had a little gas that stunk up the entire wing. For two days I begged to be seen by a nurse. On the third day, they tested me and found out I had covid. They moved me to another wing where a few other who tested positive were also moved. The room I was kept confined to had no warm water or soap. I was there 9 days before I was finally given some form of soap. Three days later I was finally let go.

The entire time I was there, I was motivated to write. I had a very important file given to Joel Anger. He was supposed to mail it to me, for fear it would be destroyed. I never got it back.

While I was there, the arguing doctor would bring me documents. These documents were most entirely falsified. The police report was dated and timed the time I was knocking on the neighbors door to talk. It said they were going to discreatly come and sneak me out with a pink slip. They knew about my discoveries because I was all over the internet with everything. 

There was a lawyer involved that went to court to fight for my release. He and I discussed this detail. I know I have a case to file a monumental lawsuit! The very best part about it is, it's for God.

Aside from the family troubles grieving us, things are okay. And since counting my blessings I am feeling a little better about myself. Hopefully we do The Memorial Day Anniversary Show and kick off a new season of the Crazy ol Mad Zack Show. I would like to apologize to everyone for not being around but social media has been one of my fastings. Soon I will have another broadcast environment prepared to continue sharing and helping support my friends and family. Although Cody and Scarlet are lost searching for something that has been hidden from them by lies and misunderstandings, what I have to share awaits them in many forms. And though Sarah and I speak on occassion, this disruption to my stability is relative to my confidence to share with her. And the sting that is always there is the regret of my inability to awaken from the hypnosis of unhappiness that has seemed to destroy to very relationships I fantasized about all my life before the destruction.

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