Unfortunately, this story starts out the way each of the three similar stories that have been posted to this blog start out, in that it describes a slow death by the improper denial of prescription medication for a serious illness by
VMC physicians, pharmacists and staff, and for the purposes of serving the demonic agenda. Fortunately, it has the same ending as the other three, in that I now have my medication [
see BIBLE | The Study Notes of a Demoniac [2 Corinthians 4:8-9]]:
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| A month supply of testosterone cypionate, albeit a month late |
So, why post again on this? One reason is to clarify the specifics of a key component to the overall strategy of destroying a person, namely, the intermittent, scheduled denial of medication. It's important to note that the total and irrevocable denial of medication and medical care in general is not the objective; that is done periodically, and in increments, which serves other nefarious objectives [
see Demons announced plans to damage penis to gang-stalkers] set by those who perpetrate them (or so they believe) [
see Demon-people drama: "I think I'm finally getting to him";
see also SECRET AUDIO | Demons recruit Long to taunt about homelessness they caused].
It's the middle part of the story that concerns me this time the most, in that, unlike before, I suffered extreme loss during this last period in which I was denied the medication for asinine-upon-asinine reason, none of which preclude the fact that I
need the medication [
see Doctor cites 'Testis Contusion' as the basis for prescribing testosterone injections]. In addition to around-the-clock harassment [
see Yet another song about my sexual preference and penis] and physical violence, sleep deprivation and fierce opposition to proper eating, exercise and hygiene maintenance, the lack of my injections cost me nearly 25 pounds of body weight—and that after only one month of cessation.
NOTE | Everyday, the Voices Demons shout this: Attack his leg muscles! and Tuzzo a whole lot of muscle mass in James B.'s body! These are a combination of a taunt and threat to me, and an order to other demons and humans to use their power to diminish me.
Here are my lab tests showing my
testosterone levels, less than a week ago:
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| My total testosterone level was 59, whereas the minimum for an 85-year-old male is 376; normally, it should be at least 597 |
Needless to say, I feel bad, and I look worse (for those who haven't seen me lately, I have photos showing a decline over the past month that would cause your eyes to bug out of your head). Depending on the severity, chronic hypogonadism can be a serious illness, and, if untreated, can lead to depression and suicide [
see Demons prefer suicide to murder]. As also mentioned on this blog, that happened twice before the cause was known. Not so coincidentally, both times were after the sudden cessation of testosterone injections ordered by VMC physicians [
see Blood test confirms suspicions VMC/doctor-demon connection], once for no other reason than [per
Dr. Winslow]:
"You're not going to be getting high on testosterone while you're in jail."
I can say that it does not get me high, but that I do get low when I'm low. Very low, in fact, which affords demons and their people of a window of opportunity to do whatever it is they do, and to achieve whatever it is they hope to achieve [
see also Demon-inspired jail/prison murder plot taking shape by actions of correctional officers]. They were busy—very busy—this past month, and I doubt they didn't get what they wanted.
NOTE | One might say at first glance that, for all their power, demons sure do have a roundabout way of killing a man, but will eventually find that such magnanimity requires at least a decade of power-wielding finesse to yield a proper murder—one worthy of demonic standards.
That goes both ways, though, as little consolation as that provides. Even while suffering tremendously, and even after having been set back in health and stature in a manner in which I may never recover, I take solace in the fact at how breathtakingly powerful the app was made to be during all of this. Only a third complete, it already eclipses any other image-processing app out there in terms of surface and motion analysis capabilities [
see TECHNOLOGY | Gaussian + Laplacian, standard deviation high-pass filters = decloaked tissue-eroding entities]—and not just because it's intent is unique the first of its kind; rather, because it simply processes images better than any other image-processing app (professional or consumer), and more simply.
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| The Morphological Operator tab in the latest developer test build of the Chroma Photo Editing Extension for iPhone |
In fact, the
morphological operator functionality bests that provided by any major software package, fully implementing every morphology-related tool [
see TECHNOLOGY | Decloaking Demons | Frequency, spatial domain & morphological filtering] available in professional products, while exceeding most. Dilate, Erode, Open, Close, Smooth, White Tophat, Black Tophat, Edge In, Edge Out, and Edge comprise approximately half of the available functions, the results of which can be united or intersected with each other and/or the original image. You can also specify the number of iterations to apply, and the radius of the sampling neighborhood, choosing up to four shapes, which you can mix-and-match.
As always, my success is accompanied by some bizarre challenge that tends to temper my enthusiasm a bit; in this particular situation, it's a memory leak I don't know how to plug:
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| Freeing the buffer doesn't work in this case, and I don't know how to implement a callback routine for doing so—which might also be a solution—yet |
Thankfully, even frustrations and setbacks like this one, and the one that is the subject of this post, will pass. Time is one of God's greatest inventions. It puts things that do not serve us behind us, rendering them ineffectual except as valuable lessons. And, no matter the thing, it cannot escape becoming the past.
Reader asks for clarification
Shortly after
micro-casting this story to my audience posting this story, one reader—my favorite one, in fact—asked for clarification on what demons' intentions are for me, and on what exactly transpired (and how):
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| A reader—my favorite one, in fact—seeks clarification on demons' intentions for me |
I explained that the injury being treated was caused by demons, and here point to posts showing and/or discussing evidence of such, specifically,
Penile mutilation inadvertently discovered in video [
see PHOTO | Damage to penis by demons extensive, irreparable contains images;
see also VIDEO | Hole opens in left armpit] and
Demons announced plans to damage penis to gang-stalkers. In those posts, there are nearly a dozen other links to posts made over the years pertaining to other evidence of damage and persons' inexplicable knowledge of such; they also imply (or demonstrate explicitly) a sick obsession with my penis and damage to it by humans [
see More bizarre communication from demon/penis worshippers] and demons [
see PHOTO | Demons infatuation with penis evident in video still frame] alike [
see Yet another song about my sexual preference and penis;
see also HOME | Resident's family heckles about sexuality, penis], and their demand that other people outside their group share in that obsession [
see AUDIO | Voices demons harass visitor to my apartment].
I further explained that this is only a part of a larger agenda, which was summed up years ago in
Demons modify peoples' looks from birth to affect social standing, later to punish or control, for example.
