(15) THE IGNITER--SALVADOR ALLENDE-SS NAZI-ARIBERT HEIM CONNECTION!

Link to the above photograph

http://www.elespectador.com/impreso/internacional/articulo-270612-salvador-allende-ejecutado-moneda

http://www.facebook.com/notes/mireya-beltran-rodriguez/colombia-salvador-allende-ejecutado-en-la-moneda-treinta-y-siete-a%C3%B1os-despu%C3%A9s-de/10150189908257418

THE MAN IN THE PICTURE WITH SALVADOR ALLENDE is the SAME MAN IN THIS STORY-MY LANDLORD! ARIBERT HEIM, DR DEATH! 1652 Kelby Drive, Billings Montana.

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You said that you were 80 years old ariBERT...but this can NOT be...this is NOT a 44 year old man in the picture...this is a man (YOU) of the age of late 50's. Billings Montana Heights people need to take a GOOD LOOK at this photograph. THEY WILL IDENTIFY YOU--regardless of your claim of age and that you have lost the top of your hair. THIS IS ARIBERT HEIM--NO MISTAKE--this IS HIM ! DIG DEEPER PEOPLE! YOU WILL SEE THE TRUTH!

7/19/11 Salvador Allende? SUICIDE? LIES! LIES! LIES! COVERUPS-CORRUPTION AND LIES....WHO NOW is selling out the truth? The darkness keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger. pffffftttttttttttttttttt!

Story after story, most all having to do with him living in South America-Brazil-Chile-Argentina-even Vienna and Spain. This man apparently had been all around the world and loved to talk about it.

Strangely enough, he never mentioned what he was doing there or why he was there and never, NEVER put a time on what years he was there. As a matter of fact, he never put a time-line on any of the stories he told. This struck me as very strange. Yes, we did ask him time to time and the only rude and elusive answers we received back...

"Why do you want to know?"

"Don't worry about that."

"Too much knowledge can be dangerous to you."

He mentioned a story in Argentina-staying at someone's hut type home and all of these horrible goats that ran through the kitchen and the home and how he didn't like it "dirty animals."

Another story he told me was the day of a bad flood in Chile. He was with another man (never gave names) and stated that the rain was so terrible that he and this man managed to climb to this makeshift landing in the trees. A woman was there with them and he specifically said to me, "Don't tell my wife I have told you this."

At the time that he had told me this story, I was assuming that he must have had sex with this woman and that is why he didn't want his wife to know he was telling me. As time went by and I knew without a doubt that this was 'him'..I realized why he was saying "don't tell my wife" It was surely not to protect him from his acts of infidelity but ONLY that he was pulling a no-no in their world.

He didn't want to alarm his wife, or let her discover that he was constantly bragging, giving out too much information to Twig and myself. His wife constantly stopped him from talking, many times-too many to count. She seemed to watch over him and his words very carefully and would chastise him if he began to disclose too much information. "That's enough dear," she would say and he would immediately fall silent.

He said they were stranded, flood waters below them raging for days until 'they' found them by helicopter and rescued them. They being the US Government? (I dunno if our country was there in Chile at the time--because I didn't know the time of this happening that he spoke about.)

He also mentioned a few times as he would stare at me. "You look just like a woman I knew from Chile, amazing!" Constantly telling stories of his days in South America and as each story was told, he was consistent on one thing--he left out the details of time.

He told Twig that he used to live next to the President of either Chile or Argentina but Twig could not remember which.

"What do you mean you can't remember?" I said angrily at him. "Are you kidding me? Think! Think hard!" I barked at him.

"I don't know. I can't remember," Twig said as if it was no big deal.

AS OF 6/6/2010

NOTED: I have constantly asked Twig in the past year-over and over--can you remember? Tonight he has replied to a name that I saw this afternoon that "shined" to me. I sent him the name and asked Twig, "Is this the President's name that our landlord told you he lived next to? He returned my e-mail saying YES!!! That is him!!! Who is him? Chilean President Salvador Allende.

Are you freaking kidding me? This NEXT particular fact is QUITE SCARY AND WHEN THE AMERICAN CITIZEN READS THIS NEXT LINE THAT I WRITE BELOW I WANT THEM TO THINK ABOUT THIS DEEPLY.

THE TIMELINE: I have been seeking a time-line on him for a VERY long time and I got it when I looked at the date that Salvador Allende was murdered. I don't like what I see. Salvador Allende was murdered on 9/11/1973.

My Landlord has stated that he worked for the CIA and he was friends and neighbor of Chilean President Salvador Allende? WOW! As for not giving this information in a timely fashion to 'those who are concerned'.....Twig could not remember...we are dealing with a strange demonic oppression as well as physical oppression...I can't tell you the many times that I will be sending an e-mail and only after I have sent it--I look back at it and it is missing information or information has been changed ?

I did not want to give incorrect information....many of you have already been sent on a life time of wild goose chases...I want to make sure that you get only accurate information. All information came DIRECTLY FROM OUR LANDLORD'S MOUTH!

These particular thoughts are just my own. Trying to unravel some questions that I could not answer for myself long ago.

President Allende was told to have committed suicide? By what I read in my research on this President-the CIA hated him-JFK and Nixon were also against Allende.

If what my landlord has told us is true and he in fact lived right next door to President Allende--did Allende know who this nazi was? You bet he did! Was Allende protecting the Nazi's and lying to the Jews? Has the CIA been caught one more time working both sides of the fight?

My landlord had bragged--stated that he lived next door and was good friends with President Allende. I believe that President Allende knew EXACTLY who this neighbor was. I personally don't think that Allende committed suicide because of this knowledge.

I have researched and read that Allende's private doctor made some type of statement of "suicide" and then strangely many were captured, tortured and murdered. All others left alive went along with whatever story they were selling. I almost wonder if Allende's next door neighbor didn't have something to do with this 'suicide.' As I joked with Twig--"Do you think he ate some tainted oatmeal?" LOL

((((((((Acts 28:5, 6. If they be compelled by their persecutors to drink any deadly poisonous thing, it shall not hurt them)))))

We know what came directly from our landlord's own mouth--he eluded to working with/for CIA-and that he was living next door to President Allende. Did CIA placed him next door to Allende in Chile without JFK or Nixon knowing about it?

I believe that JFK did not know--but Nixon probably DID KNOW ABOUT HEIM BEING THERE..WHY? Because my landlord told me that he was in the Bohemiam Grove 3 times! Nixon is standing in Bohemian Grove in a few of those pictures! Is this how my landlord got into the Bohemian Grove? HE WAS CONNECTED WITH NIXON??? This seems to be coming together for me.

Could the answer be something so simple?

Nixon was corrupt and he most likely knew that this nazi was living next to Salvadore Allende? The CIA knew that this nazi was living next door to President Allende-as well as working for them. Could it be possible that Salvador Allende was left out of the loop and he didn't know that this nazi was working with the CIA? Yes. Allende thought he was safe? Could this nazi have possibly played a part in this death of Allende? Did CIA then moved him to the U.S.....????

I continue to wonder about this "dead man" and how he ended up here in the U.S. Could this be how? I know EXACTLY who this man is but who is protecting him? Who has placed him here in the United States? I also know that many parts of our government are very covert--one hand does not often know what the other hand is doing.

As our landlord said himself..."Too much knowledge can be dangerous to you." Is this what he meant? interesting...seems to be much to this story...more than I had even bargained for. (Chuckling--it doesn't matter to me--I will continue on with the truth regardless of your 'danger')

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Often, Twig didn't pay attention to detail while listening to this old man talk, clearly in awe by this man's words. Even after constant warnings of "who" this man was--he seemed clearly enthralled. Twig loved this guy as much as I did in the beginning, but he continued to believe each and every word he spoke, never catching the many blatant lies, until very much later.

It often made my research very difficult. Two of the biggest clues to this situation were left ignored by Twig. The country to whom's leader he lived next to --and whom had paid a visit inside our building one day.

He did not pay attention to detail and he never heeded my warnings. I was very aggravated by Twig's behavior many times due to this. He had no idea who he was dealing with and this man was so much smarter than Twig and I-well maybe Twig. All I knew was that this was no man to mess with nor anyone to ignore.

In 2011, the controversy over the cause of death has been reopened and is the subject of an official investigation. On the basis of the original 1973 autopsy, Luis Ravanal, a medical examiner, expressed the opinion that the wounds on the body were not consistent with the theses of the alleged witnesses, namely that there were wounds caused by different guns.[61]

In January 2011, a Chilean judge ordered an inquiry,[62] the first judicial investigation of the death. On May 23, 2011, Allende's body was exhumed in order to have an autopsy performed by an international forensic team.[63]

On May 31, 2011 TVN, the state television station, reported the recent discovery of a secret 300-page military account of Allende's death. The document had been kept in the home of a former military justice official, and was discovered when his house was destroyed in the 2010 earthquake. After reviewing the report, two forensic experts told TVN "that they are inclined to conclude that Allende was assassinated."[64]This belief is supported by forensic expert Luis Ravanal who has been studying Allende's autopsy since 2007. Ravanal says he found details in the autopsy that weren't in line with the official version of Allende's death. The cranium, he says, shows evidence of a first shot with a small gun, like a pistol, and then, a second shot from a larger weapon — like an AK-47 — which could mean that Allende was shot and killed, then shot a second time with his own gun, to make it look like suicide.[65]

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Chile's state television channel has reported that long-secret documents support the theory that President Salvador Allende may have been assassinated and did not commit suicide during the 1973 coup.

TVN's "Special Report" based its report late Monday on a copy of a 300-page military review of Allende's death long thought to be lost.

Chile's military announced during the Sept. 11, 1973 coup that the socialist president had killed himself with an AK-47 given to him by Cuban leader Fidel Castro. Allende was later buried in a closed casket in a secretive nighttime ceremony with only his widow present.

The comprehensive military review reportedly describes ballistics and fingerprint evidence and includes photos and witness testimony as well as the original autopsy report, which was made public years ago. Two forensics experts who analyzed the more complete set of documents told TVN they believe more than ever that Allende was shot first through the face with a small-caliber weapon, and that an AK-47 blast blew out the top of his skull after he was already dead.

One of the experts, Luis Ravanal, confirmed this with The Associated Press on Tuesday. Ravanal noted that the crime scene photos show Allende sitting slumped but upright in a chair, but with no signs of blood on his collar, sweater or throat. The review does not make any reference to the presence of blood on his clothes either. And yet the initial autopsy described Allende's undergarments as drenched with blood.

Due to gravity alone, his throat would have been bloodied had Allende fired the AK-47 while still alive, Ravanal said. "The bullet hole below the chin was of large dimensions. It ripped apart the tongue, the palate, the nose. It goes against logic that there's no blood. ... The only explanation is that the second bullet was fired when he was already dead and in another position."

Ravanal has for years advocated the theory that another weapon was involved, citing a reference in the initial military autopsy to a small bullet hole in the back of Allende's skull that he alleges is inconsistent with an AK-47 fired from below the chin through the top of his head.

The official version is that Allende killed himself, based chiefly on testimony from Dr. Patricio Guijon, who maintained that he saw Allende shoot himself with an AK-47 and that he was the only eyewitness. Guijon reiterated that testimony to the AP in a recent interview.

"TVN is speculating in the middle of a judicial process where only the scientific investigation of his remains will reach a conclusive review," Allende wrote on Twitter.

TVN wouldn't identify the source of its copy of the review, which it said was pulled from a home demolished in last year's earthquake that had belonged to military prosecutor Col. Horacio Ried.

Many people who might have clarified things are now gone. Some of Allende's closest allies who were with him at the end disappeared after being captured and tortured. The respected doctor who did the original autopsy under close military supervision committed suicide several years later. The colonel died in a 2005 car crash.

Other witnesses, including several interviewed on Monday night's TVN program, said Allende was never alone with Guijon, and that unidentified men were seen running from a side door moments after gunshots were heard in the hall where Allende died.

Judge Mario Carroza was told by the military that the review didn't exist after he formally requested it along with other evidence earlier this year. Then someone on the Internet offered to sell the review for 2 million pesos (nearly $4,300), and the judge was preparing to have that copy seized, the CIPER investigative journalism website reported Tuesday.

Only then did the military provide the judge with the original document, a source in the court system's press office told the AP on Tuesday, speaking on condition of anonymity due to court rules against being identified. The source said the military still hasn't turned over key evidence including the AK-47, bullet casings and the helmet Allende had been wearing.

SANTIAGO, Chile

Associated Press

Eva Vergara and Michael Warren, Associated Press

May 31, 2011

This little old man was fully aware-educated and agreed with depopulation. During a conversation with him, I disclosed what I thought was happening in the world, the United States and the reasons behind my disclosures. He wasn't shocked and nodded his head, remarking, "You are a very smart woman Ghostwhisper."

"I don't agree with depopulation and Eugenics," I firmly stated. "God puts all people here, everyone is worthy of life and there is a reason for their births. I mean how terrible of a thing to want to kill other people because you think you are genetically better than them and just as worse, wanting other human beings to be your slaves-it's deplorable to me."

His response?

"No-no-no, you are wrong and I loved having slaves," he was grinning, as he looked out into nowhere's land.

I was shocked at this response. Okay, so he possibly had black slaves when he was younger? He never shared any stories of any black slaves or anything remotely such as this and this man was nothing but a bragger. What other ways could he have had slaves? Just odd. I said nothing more to him because I was repulsed by him, his responses and his agreement with eugenics and slavery.

Later that evening, he disclosed to Twig that he never used toothpaste and the reasoning was Flouride-eugenics.

"Baking soda, that's all I use."

(Interesting to hear that...I always thought that was just a conspiracy theroy.)

On a whim, I tested him one day and mentioned the NWO, laughing jokingly, to see how he would respond. He stared back at me in surprise and he knew what I was speaking about. At that moment, I had no reservations when I stared into his eyes, that this may not be some conspiracy and fear mongering of such. This scared me very much.

Since cutting that joke that day, he never spoke to me about any governmental issues again...nothing! Twig seemed to speak with him on a daily basis and he constantly spoke about these things. He knew that Twig was as smart as a bag of rocks at times also and he had no worries about him. He was easy to fool, I on the other hand wasn't that easily convinced. He loved to be around anyone that would listen to his ficticious stories, glorifying him, such as Twig did.

Constantly I would catch lies while listening to him or listening to Twig's rehashment of one of his stories of bravado--his stories always had ended with him being placed upon a pedestal of sorts-to be in awe of. I just wasn't buying any of these lies.

What I did know about him? He hated being a nobody, a Montucky nobody and he bragged because of it-his only way to fuel his narcissism and get some attention. His constant bragging included his money, claiming he was filthy rich and always bragging that he had so much money and property.

I was oftern confused by this. You live in a dumpy apartment with cheap hotel pictures hanging from your walls? You wear clothing that is most outdated and certainly not the clothes of someone of wealth? You drive vehicles of no great importance, in fact they are old, quite old. So where is all this money you puff your chest out about?

His bragging and bologna got him one thing alright, it got him noticed by me. I knew 'who' this was and he made me want to vomit, just to be around him by the end of our stay there.

They were very prejudice, often referring to other races as; "F***ing Arabs, Native Americans, Japanese, Chinese, African American's." I found this quite surpising due to the fact that they both had this open hatred for so many nationalities but she had a name that was Japanese? They had so much hatred for other races that I could hardly believe that it hadn't occured to her that she carried a name of Japanese decent. Strange really.

((((Sorry to bust your bubble of b.s. but Dr. Aribert Heim is NO MUSLIM....he actually calls you f'n arabs...he doesn't practice nor belong to ISLAM...stop lying! His pretend alias out of EGYPT is a scam--Tarek Hoos fullofsheet--I believe that is the name he should be going by at this time.))))

I always wanted to say something about her name when she made such prejudiced comments but I didn't because she was as mean as him. She put on a good facade but this lady was no timid, wilted wall flower, even in her old age-she was as mean as they come and I had seen it on many occasions. An erruption of hatred seemingly bubbled up, unexpectedly and out of nowhere time to time at me. Her face had cracked, the 'demure' facade no longer there and replaced by something almost sinister.

Twig was at their apartment again, allowing him his much needed bragging time. Apparently, he and his wife were both doing their share of ribbing on religion and Christianity. Twig stated, "I am Christian." Their response to him?

"You are a dead man."

Twig was shocked by this comment. He told me immediately after leaving their apartment that day and described to me how cold-evil-and a matter of fact they had both been. I was not surprised in the least, I was more surprised that it took Twig this long to figure it out and acknowledge it.

"You are not going to believe what he said to me," Twig looked plenty pissed off. "I was talking to him about if a war happened in the United States- that I was not going to lay down for it-I would fight! "Do you know what he said to me Ghostwhisper?

"Oh, and you most certainly will get your chance to do that very soon."

Twig was angry and confused about this remark. "He acts like he is never included in anything, above everyone, like he has certain special knowledge or something. Who the hell does he think he is anyways?"

I acknowledged many things as I listened to Twig's story that day. It was only one of the many, many times that this had happened. This man continued to talk as if he was the exception to the rule-some king of kings-as if he wasn't included in the United States happenings-he acted above it all-above the law-as if none of the rules applied to him-he acted as if he wasn't really a true American Citizen at all, but just a bystander of sorts-someone who stands in the front row seats outside of the ring, watching a great boxing match.

To be perfectly honest, it seemed to me as if he was some hidden top SS Nazi Officer who worked for our government at one time in his youth, and was being very protected until he finally died. wink. wink.

THE SOLID EVIDENCE IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! NAZI SS Aribert Heim is standing in this photograph with Salvador Allende! NO MISTAKE ON THIS--IT IS HIM!

Salvador Allende's Doctor Patricio Guijon gave the "suicide" story and history was written based largely on his testimony....The family believed his words of suicide. They were LIES.

My questions?

Dr. Patricio Guijon is still alive--he MUSThave known Dr. Aribert Heim--Salvador's good friend.

Max Marambio is still alive-a former bodyguard of Chilean president Salvador Allende's--he MUSThave known Dr Aribert Heim also.

(Marambio met Fidel Castro in 1966 and later became the chief bodyguard of Chilean socialist President Salvador) An arrest warrant for him on Corruption--in CUBA by Fidel Castro-July 29 2011-he has now disappeared POOF!)

And let us not forget the Poet-Pablo Neruda-he definitely knew Dr. Aribert Heim and the ending wasn't so good for him. Why? Because a few days after Allende's death--he spoke out about the killing--not a suicide....someone close to him shut him up quickly by an injection of posion. he just didn't realize that he was being played and betrayed by a so called friend--He gotz the Judas kiss of death now didn't he?)

"His assassination was hushed up," Mr Neruda wrote in his memoirs three days after the coup. "He had to be machine-gunned because he would never have resigned from office."

(Chile is investigating whether Pinochet's agents injected poisons into the stomach of famous Chilean poet. Neruda died 12 days after the military coup)

Is Dr. Patricio Guijon lying about the suicide because of the fear of watching others who were tortured and murdered and he was threatened of death if he didn't sell the 'sucide story?' OR is he lying because he ain't on the up and up either? I smell sulphur!!!

Of course THEYwould leave Dr Patricio Guijon alive because he could "sell" the story and make it sound VERY believable to the family and the Chilean people. (THE HOUDINI-SANTA CLAUS-CHARLES MANSON SCARY FAIRY DUST AT WORK AGAIN!)...but I continue to question the true REASON why Patricio Guijon is lying. Which is it? Fear or Fake?

"No honor among thieves" is being played out before my very eyes.

There is a moral to this story...well actually many of them...but the BIGGEST one on this page--and you are learning it from the BIG FISH who really didn't get away (You can't run from The Christ ha!) The moral? I will use the terminology of Twig and throw it out on the table.

NEVER TRUST A NAZI--THEY ARE "SATAN'S BITCHES"

...And this is for the BIG FISH when I say...

"DON'T PLAY POKER WITH GOD'S GIRL BECAUSE MY HAND of 7's DESTROYS YOUR hand of 666 EVERYTIME sucka!"

I had noticed the very same apparent theme of the majority of his stories... over and over, his stories were of killing...KILLING...KILLING! Every story he told was about how he had killed this soldier and then this one and how he did it...he seemed so delighted when he shared these things. Never any remorse, never anything but happiness and delight over killing another human being. I watched his striking grey bluish eyes-filled with happiness when he was far, far away remembering.

What did I know by watching his face, eyes and his extreme delight while recalling these things and sharing them? He was clearly a sadist.

He loved to give pain and he got pleasure from speaking about it. He was mean and he took great joy in reminiscing and he took great pleasure in killing and he took great pleasure rehashing and telling stories. I just got plain sick of listening to it. He seemed to have this fixation, obsession with killing and they played out in everyone of his stories. A sadist in every sense of the word.

Twig had disclosed to him one evening that when he was in the miltary, having shot and killed a man, later to find out it was a young boy that he had cried. This old man was disgusted with Twig and his tears.

"You cried? You cried?" he barked at Twig.

Twig was spoken to as a degenerate, some type of a loser for crying and having a soul. Twig hadn't fully comprehended at the time that this man who stood before him-didn't have a soul.

"Strange...this is kind of strange about him though," Twig stopped from rehashing one of his stories and had a surprised look on his face. "We were talking about combat in the military and I mentioned some things about the combat moves and he had no idea what I was talking about. How can you be in the United States of America's forces and not know the basic maneuvers of combat?" Twig sputtered his words with a baffled look on his face.

"He can't tell you the basic maneuvers of U.S. combat because he has never been in United States combat Twig," I barked back. "He knows much about killing though doesn't he?"

Twig just stared back at me computing what I was saying. "Did you notice that he is not your normal war veteran? Did you notice that there is not one thing in his garage, nothing but that Garand? No pins, no hats, nothing to show his military time? Nothing anywhere. Most guys from his era are proud of their service, they have hats and pins etc...he has nothing Twig."

I had asked him once if he hung out at the lodges, where most of our good old guys hang and he looked at me with such repulse, as if I had just insulted him horribly. I found this to be ironic because during my extensive research on him, I found that he has tricked more than just a few people on who he is and these stories of his! I was shocked to see it in print, he certainly is a man of trickery; loves attention, especially from the press.

"I can hardly imagine what people will think when they finally see the truth about who he really is," they will be utterly shocked of how easily they were fooled. They will be stunned and quite shaken up by it." Twig nodded his head, as I showed him the documents.

"People are coming to this person for questions on the war and they are just enthralled with his instant answers, inquiring if he is a medical doctor and he seems to know about killing here too ," I said shaking my head. "Unbelievable, just all of this. He comes up with the answers because he was there and he is a doctor! duh." My stomach crawled into a knot as I looked at the avatar that was once used, many years ago.

A pre-decapitated corpse with a nose cut off, eyes removed,bullet hole through its head and a razor clamp device around its neck; ready to have it's head removed from the corpse. "Just disgusting that people wouldn't have inquired why someone would use such a picture!"

I sat shaking my head, remembering how they had both giggled that weird cackle that day. I had asked them if they wanted a private e-mail address, they pretended as if they did not understand computers--lol-- and I told them to think of a name to use. She had said the name "CLINT" and they both had giggled. Ironically, this very name is the owner of this disgusting photograph which once used. "No coincidence that this is probably him also--fueling his narcisicm again."

"So sick and demented," I said to Twig, "He is a master at trickery and lies."

"Yes, very strange and weird," Twig said, "I havn't seen anything at all military on him, except some sticker on his vehicle and that can be bought." I nodded my head in agreement.

The last story he ever told me that ended with killing a supposed Chinese man, I looked at him in disgust.

"Why do all of your stories revolve around nothing but killing? How about a story that doesn't include killing someone-do you have one?"

He never replied back, he just stood there glaring at me with anger. I was taking away his pleasure and he despised me for it. He despised that little old me would speak up to him. This man had often made remarks thats "nobody would dare f*** with him and if they did they would pay."

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He called me into his garage one day, telling me he would fix my glasses. I hesitantly stepped inside, staring at the knife sharpener and cutting mechanism. He looked through his tools and pulled out a long pair of needle nose pliars-taking my glasses, he hunched over and began turning the long pliars. He constantly looked up at me and back down at the glasses, never saying a word. Again his eyes would raise up to my eyes, as he twisted and turned the pliars on the side of my glasses. Finally he stopped, and he held out my glasses, smiling at me.

I reached to take them and within that split second, he had moved his other arm back forcefully and jabbed the needle nose pliars at my stomach. as if he was going to forcibly stab me. I stared down at my stomach and the tip of those pointy pliars were less than an inch from me. I turned my eyes back up into his and he snickered, pulling them away grinning.

I suppose he must have been disappointed that I did not say a word nor did I jump in fear as he was hoping. (As I mentioned earlier in the story, I am a victim of domestic abuse-this stuff is old news to me-so I don't have the normal reaction as others would have. Though after the fact I will have fear-hours later but with the passed years...I have been able to stay calm regardless...never when it is happening.)

At the time of this occurence, I knew 'who' he was and I had thought of defending myself, giving him a blow to his nose, ramming it up into his brain and taking him out of his sadistic misery. As quick as this thought entertained me, staring down at the pliars near my stomach, a fleeting thought told me not to do it.

"I killed a nice old man with a punch to his face? Would anyone believe who this is? Would anyone believe that he just tried to stab me and I was defending myself? Nope. " My opinion of the Justice system and what I have seen in my life told me so. I never said a word, I just stared at him and then silently walked out of his garage and back into my apartment.

A feeling somewhere deep within my gut told me that he was well aware that I knew who he was and that I may have turned him in..and yes...he was very, very angry.

On another day, I was sitting outside smoking on the landing and he walked up to me. He was holding a can of weed poison with a spray nozzle. He didn't say a word, just looked down at me and brought the nozzle to my face--between my eyes and acted as if he would spray it.

I had a strong urge to slap the hose away from my face and get up and knock the sh** out of him but I did not. Again--I gave him no reaction and no words. He is sadistic and the worst thing you can do with someone who is sadistic is to show them pain, show them any fear. Again, I showed him nothing but a blank face that day, as I stared up into his eyes. What was I thinking in my head at the time?

"You want to play a game of poker with me you f***ing Nazi?"

I was mad as hell that day but never showed it on my face. I will give him no sadistic pleasure...none!

****VERY IMPORTANT***

Question to any of the readers who may have a strong history background.Does 'ROSEBUD' mean anything to you? This word ROSEBUD means something--came from the mouth of this Nazi--and his wife and him giggled when the word ROSEBUD came up--though they refused to divulge the meaning. Should you see this and you know what ROSEBUD is referring to--please do send me a direct e-mail through hubpages and let me know asap!

Both this nazi and his wife cackeled loudly one day in regards to the "BAY OF PIGS" also...I don't know my history...but after recently taking a peek at the information of operation Condor and the bay of pigs...well it certainly seems to ALL be coming together for me....Fidel Castro-Aribert Heim-Max Marambio-A dead poet-Salvador Allende- a US Army woman and let's not forget to add to this crazy salad a very LARGE cup of the CIA and what do you get? A HUGE AZZ STOMACH ACHE is what you get!!!

Twig and I often spoke about these things inside our apartment and I was quite vocal about it. Twig mentioned after too many times, "I would swear he has some type of bug in here and can hear what we say.

Every time we talk about something, he brings it up the very next day."

Yes, this was true, it seemed as if this man had a crystal ball. I still was having a hard time believing it, every time Twig would say this to me. I have to admit though, he did know things that we only discussed in private-it was very possible. He knew more than he should have and I know without a doubt that this old man knew that I could see him for 'who' he really was.

After only living there one week-I had realized who he was and I was taking great lengths in researching this situation. I was never one for history, I absolutely hated history in grade school, other than loving Anne Frank and reading her book and knowing about the Holocaust, I knew very little, so this was a great learning challenge for me, that and staying alive with my knowledge of who this was living in this building.

This old man had once bragged to me that he had a poison gas gun and after asking Twig about the weapons in WW2 I realized that he was not hip on this type of gun either.

"We have lots of different weapons, some guns that the United States people wouldn't even believe we have, so I am sure that they exist but not for your average soldiers," he stated matter of factly.

After a long evening of researching Nazi war criminals, weapons etc, the next morning he greeted us in the driveway. He began a conversation, yelling out to us in the driveway and strangely enough, he was talking about the very same things that we had just been speaking about and I had been researching the evening before.

"I want to show you a gun that you have never seen before." When asked, he said it was a poison gas gun. "One great thing about the Germans was that they had the best weapons." "This gas gun can kill you and no one would even know how you died."

(One great thing about the Germans? Buddy, you have a German last name--which means that you are German-and you would say "us Germans" right? Not "the Germans" interesting.)

I stood there glaring at him feeling that he was threatening me...us. Twig was another story though. He thought this guy was great at the time and he was completely fascinated by his 'attention getting' stories and his weapons--well he was fascinated until the happenings of this particular evening.

I had warned Twig and I had told him to be careful of him. Of course Twig never listened to common sense at times. He stood out there giggling with this monster, very excited to see this poison gas gun. I stood in the driveway aggravated beyond words.

As for bugs, yes now that I think about it, possibly and he may have heard Twig proudly say outloud one day, "I don't care if it is Aribert Heim, I wouldn't turn him in anyways...I like him...he's a cool guy and he's got great stories!"

If I ever wanted to smash someone in the mouth for a remark, this has to be it, better yet I wanted to send Twig out in the world to fend for his blind self, just for this one horrid remark and what it revealed about Twigs confused heart. If the man had bugs in the apartment than he surely felt that Twig was on his side in more ways than one.

Later that evening, my room mate went to the landlord's apartment and watched as he went to his bedroom and brought out a German military issued poison, gas gun and aiming it at him. Twig said that this was a real weapon and that he was shocked and scared that this crazy azzed man had it in his possession.

The worst thing that Twig could have done? Twig showed his fear. The old man pulled the rounds out of his pants pocket and placed one into Twig's hand. They were approximately the size of a .32 caliber, with no projectile and what appeared to be a "cardboard type cover of such on the end. When he was asked what kind of poison was inside, his response?

"Don't you worry about that."

Twig said that he had thoughts to keep one and show it to me but the old man plucked it back out of his hand, as quick as he had inquired what type of poison was in it.

During that evening he left the room with the poison gas gun and returned back from his bedroom with a 32 caliber snub nose and smiled. He walked through the room smiling and aiming this gun at Twig. He jabbed the pistol into Twig's side. Pulling it away from Twig's side and holding about four inches from his chest. He then popped out the clip which was fully loaded, turned it around smiling and handed the gun to Twig, letting him look at it, touch it and letting Twig put his fingerprints all over it.

Not a bright move for a registered violent offender for family member assault. And even a worse move when it came to his female room-mate who was receiving death threats by phone and e-mail at her apartment. I went through the roof when he told me what he had done!

"You are kidding me? Are you really that dumb?"

I was pissed to the max and I felt very betrayed by the very person whom I was trying to help. Twig continually jeopardized my safety.

("You're reality won't be the lovely little picture you think it will be---KIKE----death by suicide hanging--opening up sites with my name--sexual things--and a man calling--JACK--calling my home phone and saying he used to work for the FBI--trying to get me to go to the police station and file a report on stalking--when clearly nobody was stalking me....ONLY YOU FACELESS--GODLESS PEOPLE!)

"Do you know how easy it would be for me to be killed with that gun and then blame go on you? Do you think that they would believe YOU over a nice old man?" I glared at him with anger over his stupidity.

I wanted to call an officer over immediately but the thought that they wouldn't do anything scared the crap out of me. Than we would be stuck in an apartment with a more angry hidden Nazi with way too many weapons to count..even a poison gas gun.

"We will file a report when I find us a new apartment and we are safely out of here," I said, letting my gut and spirit guide me because all of these things were scaring me very much.

All I knew was that I wanted he police to come check this out, pick him up and put him in custody so that I could safely release the information of who I thought 'he really was. There was no way that I would release any of this information with him still living in the apartment and worse-had keys to my mine that he used continually.

He had now just threatened Twig, shoving a loaded gun up into him and he clearly owns a gun that is highly illegal-this should be enough to have someone investigate right? Nope. We stopped down to the police station the very day we left and moved the furniture in. The stations doors were locked. The cops didn't have time to talk much. They were standing outside enjoying 'Live After Five" as I stood there trying to tell them about this situation with the weapons.

"All of the police are too busy with an accident in the Heights, why don't you try back tomorrow and call this number first before coming down." The cop jotted down a Sergeant's phone number at the precinct and handed it to me. "Lovely," I thought.

Where does one get a German Poison Gas gun with chemical projectile bullets? Are these not illegal? I wonder what would happen if you or I were caught with one, better yet, aiming a loaded gun at someone and jabbing it into someone? Do you think that ATF or Bililngs Police department would care? They didn't when it came to him because we used that phone number and called the next day.

They wouldn't even allow us to file a report. On June 4th, 2009, Sergeant C said it was a "civil" case and giggled over the phone after listening to Twig explain the incidents.

"Sounds like the guy is off his rocker" he snickered back at Twig.

When is the last time that you told cops that you had a gun shoved up into you and they didn't do anything? Would they have done something if it was one of them? Would they have cared if it happened to their son or daughter? They were even told that he owned a poison gas gun and they refused to take a report, yep that's right not even allowed to file one.

I am either smelling sulphur or stupidity and I still am not sure...possibly both?

At a much later time, the young lady living next door to me stopped me in my footsteps with her words. I was shocked with what she whispered in the hallway that afternoon.

"He is creepy and I almost feel like he has bugs or cameras inside my apartment."

Now I must comment my friends but this is NOT a normal thing to feel within your own residence or dwelling. Call me crazy but when is the last time you felt that there were bugs in your own home and you were straight up grade A citizens doing nothing illegal? And a better question...When is the last time you fully believed that your landlord was a Nazi? It was a first for me.

Through out our stay, it just seemed as if he may have had some kind of listening device inside our home as crazy at that may sound. Twig believed it to be true from early on. Too many coincidences-hundreds of them and none leaning his way, even when I wanted just one to lean his way--just one.

Stranger that another neighbor in the very same building who I had only spoken to, probably speaking twenty words to in those four months living there, was saying the very same thing! She had the very same creepy feeling about him and what he may have placed inside our home.

Just odd and almost unbelievable to me! This young lady knew 'nothing' about the 'real situation' and she didn't have a clue on 'who' this was.

"Her ignorance will keep her safe," I thought as I closed the door that day.

While cleaning out his garage I noticed the large German Garand with a bayonet hanging on the wall. "Hey, where did you get this? I inquired. His response was rude and standoffish.

"You don't need to know!" he barked.

I realized often that when I was getting to close, asking too many questions he got suspicious, very suspicious of me.

"You know that if Obama bans guns, they will take this from you don't you?"

He pierced my eyes with his cold steely glare and said defiantly, "Oh no Ghost whisper, they will never take my guns."

I had offered to clean his garage and sort for him, so that I may be able to use my garage, and mostly so I could get a good look at what he was storing inside. I went through the mess, putting them in boxes, sorting and placing labeling tape on each box, printing the contents of what was inside. I was told to stay away from one box on the right shelf, "leave it alone, don't touch it."

My curious mind wanted to look into that box strongly but I didn't dare. He and his wife kept coming out-popping in and I noticed how he kept looking over at this box. He was looking to see if I had gone into that box-a bigger reason not to.He was watching me like a hawk! I had an urge to put a label on it and write in big bold letters, "The important stuff."

"Twig, look at this," I said while handing him over a bill. "Argentina." A box with Argentina money in it. "Lovely," I thought. We all have boxes with Argentina money stuffed in them now don't we?

As I sorted the rags and tools and whatnot's moving things around I noticed liscense plates behind the drywall board.

"What the heck, I whispered to Twig," he has been here in Montana longer than what he has claimed. He had told us both that he had only been here a few years-another lie. He had also mentioned that these were his only vehicles in the state. Apparently he was lying because these were Montana Liscence plates but for different vehicles. Lies again. Nothing added up to his stories!

A picked up a huge old fashioned brown medicine bottle from the back of the garage on the floor-when I say huge, it was approximately almost 8" inches tall. The glass jar was over half full of some type of white powdery substance.

The old fashioned label was wrapped around it. I didn't have my glasses and I could not fully read the tiny print ..Hydroge? Hydro....xide? Chloride. Who knows. Twig said it was probably for cleaning guns and he took it and placed it back on the shelf. I was not quite sure but nodded my head. It was the blind leading the blind, as we stared at the bottle of chemicals in front of us that day.

"These are creepy, I don't like these," Twig laughed, handing over two little head sculptures, not realizing why I was giving my new landlord ten hours of free work cleaning.

I looked at these two strange sculptures of weird shaped heads, flipping them over to see that these were hand made by someone he knew, signed with an unreadable signature, although I could read the words Peru.

"Yeah, these are creepy," I said, swiping the dust off them and sitting them back on the shelf. "Just as creepy as he and his wife are."

On two different occasions while visiting him, he began to brag-speaking of his friends in big places.

"If I ever need help all I got to do is call them-the big guys."

He walked off to his bedroom, only to come back with a card. He apparently was getting old and he had forgotten that he had already showed me once. The INTERPOL CARD-this was a personal card of someone apparently high up's name was printed on it. I did not have my glasses with me the first time and I could only make out the bold typed INTERPOL words.

I squinted desperately to see this Federal name that was printed on it but all the smaller words blurred together. I was aggravated that I hadn't kept them on my head as I usually do. It didn't matter much because he pulled it back quickly.

The second time I was prepared, as he came back from his room and handed me the card, forgetting that he had already shown it to me. As I pulled the glasses down from my hair, putting them on, he abruptly pulled it out of my hands and put it back into his shirt pocket a few seconds later.

I have seen such cards, not INTERPOL but Federal Marshal cards. It seemed authentic. It had something to do with the texture, the thickness and the quality of this card. It plain looked real to me.

"Is this guy in some witness protection program or something?" I asked Twig, trying to explain the hundreds of conflictual things that spewed from this man's mouth on a daily basis.

"It would certainly explain why he doesn't know where he was actually born, or the years he has been married and why he doesn't really know how long he has lived here in Montana," I said.

"Just strange."

******HOT OFF THE PRESS FROM THE WHITEHOUSE*****

For Immediate Release December 17, 2009

Executive Order -- Amending Executive Order 12425

EXECUTIVE ORDER
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AMENDING EXECUTIVE ORDER 12425 DESIGNATING INTERPOL
AS A PUBLIC INTERNATIONAL ORGANIZATION ENTITLED TO
ENJOY CERTAIN PRIVILEGES, EXEMPTIONS, AND IMMUNITIES

By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, including section 1 of the International Organizations Immunities Act (22 U.S.C. 288), and in order to extend the appropriate privileges, exemptions, and immunities to the International Criminal Police Organization (INTERPOL), it is hereby ordered that Executive Order 12425 of June 16, 1983, as amended, is further amended by deleting from the first sentence the words "except those provided by Section 2(c), Section 3, Section 4, Section 5, and Section 6 of that Act" and the semicolon that immediately precedes them.

BARACK OBAMA

THE WHITE HOUSE,
December 16, 2009.

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NEWS ARTICLES IN REGARDS TO OBAMA QUIETLY CHANGING THE EXECUTIVE ORDERS GIVING INTERPOL IMMUNITY TO THE UNITED STATES COURTS.

Obama administration officials say that the new executive order doesn't allow INTERPOL to do any more than they were allowed to do once Reagan recognized them as a public international organization. Though clearly the Executive Order does prohibit US law enforcement from searching and seizing INTERPOL records, officials say, those provisions can be waived by the president if need be.

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The Examiner has asked for but not yet received from the White House press office an explanation of why the president signed this executive order and who among his advisers was involved in the process leading to his doing so. Unless the White House can provide credible reasons to think otherwise, it seems clear that Executive Order 12425's consequences could be far-reaching and disastrous. To cite only the most obvious example, giving Interpol free rein to act within this country could subject U.S. military, diplomatic, and intelligence personnel to the prospect of being taken into custody and hauled before the International Criminal Court as "war criminals."

As National Review Online's Andy McCarthy put it, the White House must answer these questions: Why should we elevate an international police force above American law? Why would we immunize an international police force from the limitations that constrain the FBI and other American law-enforcement agencies?

Why is it suddenly necessary to have, within the Justice Department, a repository for stashing government files that will be beyond the scrutiny of Congress, American law enforcement, the media, and the American people?

Read more of the above at the Washington Examiner.

Ummmmmmmm errrrrrrrrrrr....I have an idea of why Obama quietly penned this in and immediately changed it.....coincidence?

He told me over the phone while I was still living in Las Vegas that he was a World War 2 vet-also mentioned it to my room-mate after we moved in. Then later in person he said "I am a bit too young to be in WW2! Twig and I both looked at each other baffled. We both knew what he had told us prior and he was most certainly not too young to be in World War ll.

By the looks of him, he was 90 something, just by the way his skin hung off his face and neck and his wrinkles were incredible. He walked quite slow, head hunched over, never standing up straight.

"I bet he is about 6'1" or more if he stood up straight. He always walks with his head tucked in and a bit hunched over," Twig said.

"Could this man have been 6'4" in his youth?" I asked myself. After speaking with some physicians they undoubtedly reassured me what I had already known.

"It is normal for a body at the age of ninety-five to have lost height of three to four inches, 'bone shrinkage' is basically what it is." 

Ironically, he continued to make a point of telling Twig and I that his birthday was coming up. Over and over he would tell us that his birthday was coming up and he would be eighty years old. He said it so often to us that you would think that he wanted us to buy him a present or something.

No. I think he continued to say it because he wanted us to believe that he was actually only Seventy-nine years old. I bought him a pretend birthday card anyways, just to appease him.Between you and I, this man does not look to be turning eighty years old in no sense of the word.

"If this man is turning eighty years old," I said in disbelief, "than I am surely seventeen years old, the Queen of Sheeba and a virgin."

I wanted to know desperately if this man spoke any other languages than English. I had heard no specific accent from him nor any other language. Latin music blasted from their apartment at times and I found that a bit odd. He had spoken so often about living in South America, he seemed to love Latin music,  so surely had to speak Spanish?

I invited a young lady and her boyfriend to come to my apartment on Easter day for dinner. She was from Argentina, her boyfriend. I also invited the landlord and his wife to come over also.I thought this was the best way to know if he did, in a way not to raise suspicion. She was semi-attractive and that seemed to woo him away from other things, she would certainly be able to get him talk the language with a bit of flirting. He was easily manipulated by the opposite sex. I know this because I am one damn sexy girl.

I never found out if he could speak any other language. Why?

They refused to let my friend and her boyfriend come over to my home for Easter. Yes, that's right. Can you imagine paying your rent and being told that you can not have people over to the very apartment you rent.

"_____, are you going to be coming inside soon?" The nasty little wife said to him one day outside the garage.

Twig stood there listening, completely stunned at how angry and worried she was.

"Do you need to talk to me now?" he replied.

"Tell Ghostwhisper not to be inviting anyone over for Easter," she said meanly. Twig stood there in shock by her anger-seeing her in the 'real' light once again. She was seething.

"We don't know these people!" she yelled out, completely panicked by the thought of someone from Argentina coming over to my house. Needless to say they were not allowed over and I did not bother opening my door for them either. We both stayed in the house alone on Easter.

Later I was told by this Argentina friend, "That is illegal, file a report." She was missing some pertinent things about this situation, a lot of information. A report would be filed but it wouldn't be to the housing authorities.

What was his wife so worried about by having someone from Argentina around? Why was she in a state of panic over this? What did she think that 'these people' as she called them would do to her? Talk her to death? She ruled the roost, she called the shots, she allowed him to talk and told him when to stop when he had said too much and now....she was ruling my roost- I didn't like it one bit. I think she was too worried that she wouldn't be able to control the situation if he started with his stories again.

He and his wife were constantly inquiring if we had guns in our home. I often wondered if this is why he was looking through my items but I was always stopped short on saying possibly. Who keeps a gun in the under liner of a tiny purse? Or inside pillow stuffing? I found these questions to be very odd and I didn't understand why they kept sporadically asking.

Twig was chatting up a storm with my landlord when my deputy friend arrived. We were all talking and I noticed that my landlord was not the same person in front of him. He was not telling one of his farout stories nor bragging in any way. He was looking at this deputy with much distaste and hatred. I seen it and I could feel it. Strange. He apparently did not like police officers very much.

When I returned home alone a few hours later, Twig and the landlord were still talking at the table. Twig asked why I was back so early and I laughed out of disgust as I said, "He asks me out on a date and then made me pay for the date-tip and all. I won't be seeing him again. I want a giving person in my life this time."

The landlord took the opportunity to share, "I didn't like him anyways. You don't want to be connected or dating an "officer" anyway-nothing but cheaters." He talked as if he had pure disgust with any man in a police uniform. Frankly he had no respect and I was shocked by it. This deputy wasn't a cheater, he was a good man...just kind of a cheap man.

Twig said later that he seemed to have a crush on me and that was probably why he was saying that. I wasn't sure but his unnatural hatred and weird behavior having this deputy around was noticed by me, though it baffled me completely.

"He seemed to be concerned if we had guns in the house," Twig said, rehashing their long conversation to me and oh, he was also inquiring about you."

This man always seemed to want to know what was going on with me. He constantly asked Twig questions in regards to me. One day, very soon after our arrival he had asked Twig another question.

"You would be really mad if someone hurt Ghost whisper, wouldn't you?"

I remember the day Twig told me this. "He said what?" I stared over at him in disbelief of such a horrible and strange question to ask someone, especially not even knowing them for a week. It was more than just a weird question. I don't think that I have ever asked anyone that question, no matter how long that I have known them. Most people who have hearts, who are friends with someone would obviously be more than mad if someone they cared or loved was hurt by someone else.

"You don't think that's a freaking strange question to ask someone Twig?" I did and on some levels I found it quite repulsive. Now knowing that he is a sadist, should it surprise me? Nope.

"Well, yeah I do now....now that I think about it but at the time ...it just didn't occur to me."

"He is always asking if we have guns hidden in the house and asks if you would be really mad if someone hurt me and it doesn't occur to you that these are really weird questions?" I shook my head at Twig and his rocks... feeling the heebie jeebies coming on. He was an odd man to say the least and a tad bit scary by asking that question.

After I set my eyes on a picture of a "most wanted" Nazi very soon after this week passed by, I whispered to Twig, "Don't ever tell them yes or no when they inquire of us having guns again-make them wonder-do you hear me?" There was a big reason why.

I took out all of my handwritten rent receipts and I was amazed by what I saw. Not one of the signatures was the same. "How can this be Twig? You are that old and you don't have a similar way of signing your name each time?" Strange that all of his signatures were different. Each intial seemed to be different and it caught my eye-something about the little loop that he made also-that seemed to be the only thing consistent.

He had neglected to write his last name on one of the receipts and I asked Twig to take it to him and ask him to fully sign it. "You owe me," I said, giving Twig a sly smile. Twig grabbed the receipt and went to his door...he knew he owed me. ;)

"Why does she want me to sign this? It has my first name on it," he grunted at Twig.

"She is just thorough with her records and she said that it was not fully signed and she was uncomfortable with that," Twig spouted back at him.Twig returned back to the apartment with his last name signed on the receipt and yes, this one looked different also.

"You know what was kind a strange Ghost whisper? He just had this weird smile on his face while he was signing it."

"No I don't think that is strange at all Twig," I replied back. "I wouldn't expect anything less from him."

I set up my webcam surveillance over 50X and each time we left the house, the surviellence was shut off. I was never able to retrieve any of them. I was beginning to get very aggravated that he kept coming in, going through my things, leaving the doors unlocked at times. I just wanted to get him on camera so that I could take it to the police.

Each time Twig and I would return the web surviellence would be shut off. Sometimes it showed right up on the screen as canceled. Now you know if you are trying to hide a camera and you don't want them to see that it is on, you certainly don't leave the viewing monitor on the computer screen showing as they walk in to see themselves. It wouldn't be much of a hidden camera than would it?  This is how the screen often was when we returned-openly viewing.

 Both of us continued to become more and more angry. How did this stop? I would ask myself over and over. I would sit and start it again, dance around in the camera and leave it on for hours. I would finally stop it and save it and there it was. I could play it and see that the hours had gone by. I could never retrieve them at all when I returned after being gone.

One night, after again having this happen, I found on my recent history that a document was written into the cache of my mediaplayer/the web survillence was connected to it. As I looked at all of my settings again, as I often did because of these strange things happening, my remote control had been turned on and was being used on my computer, though I had all of this turned off!

Twig was better at computers than I was and he explained it to me, after seeing the cache history written document. "Ghostwhisper, it seems that someone is doing this remotely. They are shutting off your webcam and actually wiping out all traces." I sat there stunned, as always angry that ever attempt I made to capture him on camera was futile.

"He's got someone helping him that is really really smart with computers." I had to agree and they were one hundred steps ahead of me.

The day that I had taken pictures and sent out all the documentation things had taken a turn for the worse for Twig and I. They turned on us like dogs and became even more paranoid.

Twig mentioned on the Sunday of Memorial Day that a dark tinted windowed car was parked in front of the house, horizontally in front of the house. He had stepped outside onto the porch to smoke a cigarette, sat down and was puffing away for approximately five minutes when the car started up. He was shocked because he had though it sat empty. As it drove away he was even more stunned. It had no plates on it-none-in the back-on the window-none whatsoever.

"It returned back about five or so minutes later. I purposely stayed out there. It had no plates on the front either- and I could see absolutely nothing through the front window! No plates front or back and completely tinted windows are a no-no for the average American Citizen Ghost whisper," he boldly told me, as If I didn't know it already.

"It drove right through and left again."

"Twig, did you notice or hear anyone go to his apartment? Possibly someone was already visiting him and that car was waiting to pick up 'whomever' was inside?" I asked him quietly.

"You know, I didn't even think about it, I just went inside. I don't think like you."

I stared at him aggravated again. I really wanted to know who had paid my landlord a visit in that tinted windowed car with no plates.

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From the day that car showed up and quickly disappeared, their behavior was completely different. They no longer drew their shades closed in the house, all night the blinds would stay open, the darkness was all you could see. Their bathroom window blind was now lifted and held in a position of about four inches up, enough to be able to peer out of.

When either Twig or I entered or left the home, they quickly opened their door about 3 inches and left it there until we closed our door. Always when we stood outside, their window would immediately, quietly pull open as if they were listening. "How creepy is this," I whispered to Twig one day as we stood outside lighting up. It continued throughout our stay but became even more intense after the tip went out.

Often they would stand at our door, as if they didn't know that they were there. One instance I heard him and just to let him know, I yanked the door open quickly and loudly. He was standing there staring at something in the hallway, as if that was what he had intended on doing. Another time she was there standing quietly listening. I gave her something to hear that day on purpose, something not so nice. She scurried away faster than any old person known to man.

I did find it strange that when either of them left the apartment and I was inside, the other would knock on the door before returning. "Why would you knock on your own door before re-entering your own dwelling." I had an idea of why, possibly to just to give the other comfort 'it's just me honey, no worries,' deal.

These people were completely acting paranoid after I sent out the documents and that unmarked car showed up that day. None of this behavior surprised me in the least. It was very much unsettling though, that I can tell you.

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I was shoveling the front driveway again and he had called from his window, inviting me in for soup. (no thanks) is what I told him and kept shoveling. He was always amazed at my energy. "Where do you get all this energy to work and do this? Aren't you tired? Have you always been this way? It's unbelievable to me."

"Yes I have always had this energy," I had told him, again. He had a great fascination with my energy. I have heard this constant question from others about my excessive energy for a lifetime and I answer the same way when people ask me why I have so much energy...

"I dunno, I just do."

Putting the shovel away, I made my way to his door, he was standing calling for me to come in....I had to go in. I sat down in my usual chair and they in theirs. She immediately got up and went into that damn closet again.

I felt uncomfortable because my back was always to this closet behind me. Constantly she would get up, every time I sat down and go into that closet and do absolutely nothing in there....move some bags around...weird I had thought. Twig had noticed it also when he was there.

"I wonder what is in that closet, honestly, they go into it every time I am up there," Twig said kind of spooked out by that. I had to agree with him. There was never a time that she didn't do it. I have no clue what she did in that closet or why but this time when she got up to go into it, I spun on my chair and watched her. No way is my back going to be turned to this lady.

It seemed she rattled some plastic bags inside and then glanced at me, noticing that I had shifted to watch her and she shut the door and sat back down.

"So what other apartments do you own other than these two?" I boldly asked without putting a spin of finesse on it.

"Why do you want to know?" he looked angry and suspicious at me.

My mind said "oopsies" because I had been way too blunt but quickly said almost rudely back as if I was insulted by the way he was talking to me, "Because I was going to offer to drive over and shovel them for you, why?"

He stared at me and he looked as if he was puzzled on whether to believe me. I almost wanted to say, "Buddy, you keep saying you own so much property...so what is the big deal? You brag about everything under the sun but not this? Why?"

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There were only two things that this man would never speak about, even when enticed. What?

Sports and medicine.

I thought about this often. I have been trained in a field which tells us that the things that people "don't or won't" talk about, is most often where their secrets and problems lay.

When Twig was speaking about his eye surgery coming up the only ONE thing he did say to him and I find it filled with twisted humor of the most repulsive irony.

"Watch out for them doctors, they just like to cut you open for no reason."

Chapter 16

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I AM THE KID WHO CRYS IN THE CORNER....WHERE NOBODY SEES....I AM THE KID WITH THE STORY NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE....

"WHO WILL LOVE ME FOR ME...NOT FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE OR WHAT I WILL BECOME....CAUSE NOBODY HAS SHOWN ME WHAT LOVE REALLY MEANS...."

THE SONG SINGS RIGHT INTO MY HEART OVER THIS SITUATION...A MURDERER...WAITING TO DIE AS HE SITS ALONE...A MAN IN A CELL WHO REGRETS WHAT HE'S DONE....."I KNOW YOU'VE MURDERED...I KNOW YOU HAVE LIED..."

REPENTANCE....BUT WHAT IF THERE IS NO REPENTANCE? .....I KNOW THE ANSWER...

THE IGNITER-Nazi's hidden among us

I am writing a 'series' on my true story " IGNITER" Nazi's hidden among us.

Many of you who are reading this HUB may be quite confused-this is why I have numbered the stories on my HUBS front page profile. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter. It will allow you an understanding-a basic foundation of me-my life-my spiritual experiences-God--demons--the devil-which will allow you to grasp the full profound meaning of my story and how all of this happened--and most importantly you will see the power of Jesus and God the Father!

Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus evil...you will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above all..to witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.

May God bless you!