DILLINGER
When my friend from Australia came to visit and she learned I lived right down the road from Little Bohemia where gangster, John Dillinger had his infamous shoot out with the FBI she wanted to see it.
She and her mom had always been interested in Dillinger.
Little Bohemia is now a supper club. It was too early for Julie and I to have dinner so we decided we'd just have a drink in the bar so she could look around. She went to the bar while I stopped in the restroom.
As I came out of the restroom, Julie (also a psychic medium) was nearly running across the bar to me.
"Where was Dillinger shot? Where was he shot?" she demanded.
"In the back. Why?"
"We have to get out of here! I've got Dillinger and my back is KILLING me!"
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So back out to the car and we headed down the lengthy driveway leading out of Little Bohemia.
Suddenly Julie was in a panic, shouting "SIS! DILLINGER'S IN THE BACK SEAT OF THE CAR!"
I looked in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, there sat Dillinger.
"WHAT DO WE DO SIS?!!"
"I suppose ask him what he wants," I said.
"He says he's looking for his girlfriend Mary..."
"Okay, well then try calling Mary forward."
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A couple of seconds later Mary appeared in the back seat. At least as far as we knew it was Mary.
With that, Dillinger tipped his hat to Julie, thanking her and saying "If there's anything I can ever do for you, just call on me."
With that, the two of them disappeared.
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I began laughing about the whole thing and soon we were both laughing about it.
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When we got home my neighbor, Robin happened to be out. We told her what had happened at Little Bohemia. As it turned out. Robin's grandmother, Fern had been Dillinger's favorite waitress at Little Bohemia. He would tip her $100 each time she waited on him and he always asked for her as a waitress. According to Fern, he was always very polite with her and she said he showed his appreciation to anyone who helped him out in any way - which fit with how he'd acted in the back seat of my car.
Curiosity got the better of us and we looked up whether or not Dillinger had a girlfriend named Mary, as I couldn't remember any girlfriend he'd had named Mary.
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Sure enough...Mary Evelyn "Billie" Freschette and she'd been the woman who'd appeared in the back seat beside Dillinger.
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Little Bohemia owners kept Dillinger's room the way he left it the night he took off into the woods to evade the FBI. The bullet holes can still be seen in the lodge walls and windows and some of Dillinger's belongings are on display at the lodge.
Mary Evelyn "Billie" Freschette
After Julie returned to Australia, Jmmanuel 'fessed up. Julie had had the real Dillinger in the Little Bohemia bar but the Dillinger in the car had been him pranking the two of us.
LIONS, TIGERS & BEARS...OH MY!
Jmmanuel wasn't through pranking Julie.
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For some reason she was terrified at the mere prospect of seeing one of our bears. I mean the only "bears" she'd ever seen were those cute little fuzzy koalas.
Robin and I kept assuring her she had a better chance of getting hit by lightning than seeing any bear and even if she did, the bears didn't like contact with humans so she had nothing to worry about.
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We were driving home from an outing, passing through St. Germain when she again brought up the bear issue.
"Oh for crying out loud!" I said. "The odds of you seeing a bear are about a gazillion to one and even if you did, a bear isn't dangerous unless she has cubs with her! So just calm down about the bears!"
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At that INSTANT what wanders out of the woods on the side of the road and comes running toward my car?
Julie's now screaming "DRIVE FASTER! DRIVE FASTER!" as she's trying to climb on my lap while I'm driving.
I couldn't resist...I pulled over to the side of the road and asked her if she wanted me to get out and take a picture of the bears for her,
"NO I DON'T WANT YOU TO STOP AND TAKE A PICTURE! DRIVE FASTER! DRIVE FASTER!"
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And at that moment I hear Jmmanuel just cackling away. I knew the bears coming out of the woods at that precise moment was no mere coincidence...
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The last thing Julie said to me as she was boarding the plane back to Australia?
"I should've had you take a picture of those bears for me..."
Paging Dr. Jmmanuel
Since 2018 I've had 21 major surgeries. I was an OR Frequent Flyer and I was told, somewhat of a medical legend as far as being indestructible.
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Over 14 of them were from contracting Necrotizing Fasciitis or flesh eating disease. During the last NF surgery 3 doctors nearly killed me when they didn't bother communicating with one another and prescribed 3 drugs that caused my potassium to spike to 7.8, delaying the emergency surgery. The only way they could save my life was to put a stent the size of a garden hose in my neck to perform emergency dialysis on me.
I actually thought I had a hospital stalker, until I called him into my room to find out why he kept walking back and forth past my door and he introduced himself as the head of Nephrology. He said he'd seen someone with a potassium level of 8 before but he was dead. When he heard they had a 7.8 that was perfectly lucid and ambulatory he had to see me for himself. That was the second time I'd contracted NF.
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At any rate, one day they wheeled me into the OR. There were several people in scrubs there but one in particular caught my attention. They were operating on my groin as the NF was eating away my thigh and getting dangerously close to where no woman would want to have NF. If you get my drift.
So there I lay on the operating table, my arms outstretched looking like I was about to be crucified and my feet in the stirrups with everything south of the border on public display when the surgical whatever-he-was walked down to the end of table between my legs. He had a surgical mask over his face so all I could see was his eyes...but that was enough. He winked at me.
I winked back at him to let him know I recognized him.
He moved up next to my head, bent down and whispered "Night, night, Gracie! Lights out!"
At that time, only Jmmanuel called me Gracie. He'd been the one who'd given me that nickname to begin with.
He put a mask over my face and told me "Breathe deeply and count backwards from 100 for me."
Yup, he was definitely my anesthesiologist. Very interesting turn of events in that years before, the Angelics had told me one of the cabal's attempts on my life would be made as I was having surgery in the OR. The surgeons planned to tell my family that the ventilator had failed during surgery.
By stepping in as my anesthesiologist he could prevent them from carrying out their plan.
Jmmanuel was present in every one of my surgeries from that point forward, protecting me.
I nearly bled out the night before my last major surgery. The next morning I was wheeled down to the OR and something very strange happened that I've never had happen before. They were prepping me when the anesthesiologist came in and ASKED ME how I'd like to be sedated! Like, did I look like an anesthesiologist to him? Why was he asking me how he should do his job?
But I was pretty loopy by then from the pre op drugs they'd given me so I didn't catch on until after the surgery. He'd pulled another one of his cast of characters out of his hat. and didn't look like himself at all...but he was just letting me know he was there. LOL
The Doves
Due to the cabal's 24/8 surveillance on me, Jmmanuel and I devised ways to communicate in different kinds of "code" so to speak. There were often times we'd have to go incommunicado with each other as well but because the dark forces were tracking his energy signature to keep tabs on his movements, he didn't want to risk telling me "I have to disappear for awhile".
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Enter the doves.
A pair of mourning doves began appearing in my front yard each day. When Jmmanuel would have to go incommunicado, only the female dove would show up alone. When Jmmanuel could begin communicating with me again, the male would reappear with the female. Not that remarkable in itself...it was the behavior of the doves interacting that was kind of remarkable.
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While Julie from Australia was visiting me we'd have coffee in front of my picture window and watch the two of them together. Julie said to me, "Do you realize those doves act just like you and Naz?"
This will lose something in the translation I'm sure...but Julie began doing a running comedy routine on Jmmanuel and I as these two doves that was absolutely hilarious. The two doves are together in the yard when the male dove takes off. The female dove watches him take off and just goes about her business, waiting for the male to return. She finally gets tired of waiting for him and takes off herself.
Shortly after she does, the male returns. I had this railroad tie sandbox I'd turned into a planter and have veggies growing in it that had gotten fairly tall. Each different kind of veggie was marked with a wooden marker with a face on it that I'd made. Like the ones pictured at right below.
The male dove is walking around in this planter, obviously looking for the female as Julie is imitating him, calling "Gracie! Where are you?"
The male stops in front of the tomato garden marker, cocks his head as he looks at the face on the tomato marker... as Julie says "You're not Gracie!"
By this time I have coffee coming out my hose I'm laughing so hard. We couldn't have scripted this whole thing with the 2 doves better than it had gone down.
At that moment the female dove returns, landing a short distance from the garden. The male goes over to rejoin her, then starts moving up a little hill there at a good clip.
Julie as Jmmanuel: "Come on, woman! We have work to do!"
The female dove falls in behind him, running for all she's worth up this hill to catch up to him.
Julie as me: "I'm coming Naz!"
She'd just NAILED how Jmmanuel and I interact with one another and these 2 doves had played it out perfectly.
When I moved to my new house no mourning doves here. I was sitting on my deck one afternoon remembering the doves when I said to Jmmanuel "Could you bring the doves back so I could see them one last time please?"
I kid you not...not 2 minutes later the mourning doves land in a tree right next to my deck and sat there looking at me. After about 5 minutes they flew off and I've never seen them since.
Hurricane Katrina
I had a friend living in New Orleans when they began evacuating the city due to Hurricane Katrina approaching. She emailed me asking if I'd ask Jmmanuel if he'd keep her family safe and house from being damaged. I told her I would.
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She was evacuated and I didn't hear from her for 3 years. Out of the blue I got an email from her asking me to thank Jmmanuel for coming through for her.
She'd attached a photo of her house.
Stunned, I stared at that photo for some time. Every house in her neighborhood was reduced to matchsticks,,,but there sat her house, untouched amid all the rubble. A large tree next to the house had come down and by all rights should have gone through the roof of the house. It had somehow twisted when it fell, missing her house by mere inches. The only damage to the house was from the flood waters.
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As Jmmanuel had told me, "Ask and ye shall receive..."
Be careful what you wish for
When the Chief Deputy was railroading me out of the Sheriff's Department, he made sure to turn all of my fellow cops against me. He'd even threatened my sergeant (whom I was friends with) that if she didn't lie for him and trump up bogus charges on me he'd fire her.
I'd been friends with our K9 officer and his dog, especially his dog. When he turned his back on me and shunned me I was really hurt - and angry. I said to Jmmanuel, you need to teach that boy a lesson about just whose camp he has his feet in!"
The Angelics are big on synchronicity, The day after I'd asked this guy be taught a lesson was my wedding anniversary. This is what happened that morning less than a mile from my house...
Luckily the dog escaped injury altogether and Beau (an alias) escaped with only a broken leg.
Beau had hit the back of a logging truck head on.
I ran into him at our medical clinic not long after than and he was no longer shunning me.
He said to me, "Someone above was sure watching out for me that morning."
I replied to him "I'm glad you now realize that! Better watch whose camp you plant your feet in!"
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But Jmmanuel wasn't through with his lesson just yet. The Angelics almost always work in 3's.
About a month later Beau. fell asleep at the wheel of his squad doing 40 mph and hit a tree head on.
He escaped without injury.
The following month his niece pranked him after he'd seen a bobcat in their yard. She hid in the yard and played a recording of a bobcat growling. Ty drew his gun and fired, hitting his niece in the shoulder.
He was put on leave while the incident was investigated. Luckily, his niece recovered.
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I learned to be careful what I wished for. As for Beau, he got his feet back on the right side of the tracks real quick.
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Funny how people think there's no ramifications for their bad behavior. My co-workers were fully aware of what was being done to me although I'd done nothing wrong in any respect. They'd seen it happen several times before. I implored them to stand up with me against what was going on. They refused, not want to risk losing their jobs. I warned them that if we all didn't nip this nonsense in the bud eventually their turn would come. My warning fell on deaf ears.
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In the years after I'd left the SO I heard what was going on in there through the grapevine. Two of them that had refused to stand up in what was done to me had the same railroading done to them. A third female was sexually harassed, then run out of the department.as I'd been. None of those involved in what was done to me have their jobs at the SO anymore.