Post by puffercorps on May 1, 2016 0:59:40 GMT -5
My god given mission as
Puffer Rescue Justice CORPS
WARNING: ADULT CONTENT
This is a letter I wrote to a friend.
The topic of conversation was spiritualism. I recently discovered I was interested in Trans-Gender's, when I happened to meet a TG female named Helen, mentioned below.
These are the details, the road map, of my journey that presses me forward to the complete reversal of the harm.
WARNING: Contains nudity and adult content.
Dear ( )
I am looking for the truth in these observations of mine. What are they? Where do they come from?
Living with Rhodes, who is a hardcore atheist, is very trying. I am amazed he hasn't been arguing with me about my knowing Baba Helen is an evolved spirit of some sort.
I am atheist/Buddhist, so I look for truth through many avenues.
I have this amazing series of coincidents and signs, that somehow happened at certain times in my life. Every time something like this happens the #801 is there.in some way, check or phone numbers, addresses, the time when I glance at time or miles on the treadmill, licence plates, ect, 801 just pops up.
For instance, I had an epiphany which was followed by 3 events that reinforced it. By the 3rd one, i decided i better write this stuff down because it was right on the money every day. I went to start a journal, checked the day of the epiphany, it was August 1st. 8/01/09!
I was told many cultures regard 9 as being Gods number. 8+1=9
Here is some of art ive done in paints and magic markers, attempting to express these things and events.
First is the symbol. I saw this on the back of a truck. It's a primitive looking black and white tag someone did over a very elaborate and colorful one that was underneath it.
I was fascinated and got it on paper. I began trying to recreate it exactly as i remembered it.
I painted for 3 days without sleep. My X husband thought i had lost my mind.
The first pic of me and my bass sitar show the original series behind me on the right.
I named it Go to your Greater Reward. Its a track by the band, Severed Heads. I was listening to them alot at the time. I still do.
This is where things get weirder.
I had to come up with a logo for my Puffer Rescue Shelter organization. I am very successful with Walmart. All by myself, I have saved over 300 Puffer Fish and stopped Walmart from selling them here in the SF Bays marketing region. This was a huge undertaking, but I KNEW I was going to be able to do it.
I cant tell you how, but it was a confidence I never had before. I went for it like a fish to water, which is an element I happen to adore. I'm an surfer.
I had a deadline and was blocked up. Couldn't come up with anything.
Then, i had a dream.
I saw a giant Puffer sitting on a throne encircled with fire. He had the body of Ganisha, and instead of a trunk and ears, he had a tail. The tail was raised out to the side and fanned out with a million arms that went into more and more arms with hands, and from the hands, more hands into fingers, and so on into infinity (8).
The arm from which the hand originated was held in the mundra of HALT.
In Orissi temple dancing, this mundra signifies the awareness of, or the holding of Shiva. It's basically saying we stop here and this is acknowledgment of a power that is now entering and standing. ugh! I need to google the exact definition for you.
Sooooo....I wake up with this image, ran downstairs to write it down.
and as Im drawing it began to take shape, and there it was!
I had been given my logo.
Get ready for more amazing weirdness...
Prior to this, I had taken a fish to the San Bruno Walmart Head Office.
His name was Spike.
Spike was a tiny, very ill, Puffer who was suffering from the effects of starvation brought upon him, as all the puffers are, from being sent to Walmart.
Walmart is the death chamber for Puffers. A live fish wholesale company called Quality Pets obtains Green Spotted Puffers from poverty stricken areas in Thailand where they are netted in the wild. These fish are carnivorous. They do eat a certain type of algae in the wild which gives their body's the ability to make Tetrodotoxin. This is the poison famous for killing people who eat it in sushi restaurants.
They would use this poison as a means to escape Walmart, but more about this later.
Baby Green Spotted Puffers are a big seller. I interviewed a Quality Pets driver, who told me they are a popular because they have "personality".
( The Personality that we perceive is the fact that they are a higher evolved hunter. They have the ability to demonstrate emotional states. They do this mainly with their tail. I have seen them engage in recognition of me and tank mates. The tail, like a dog, they tuck when frightened, and FAN upon recognition and greeting. Like a happy dog wags his tail, a puffer fans. )
Quality Pets has instructed Walmart to feed them Fish Flakes.
Puffers are stressed from capture,and thrown into bags, boxes, and then in this state of fear, they are shipped and wind up in the dirty tanks at Walmart, where the food they need is withheld. They will only eat live or frozen food, so don't recognize flakes as food. They watch each other slowly die, as they suffer in pain.
They bond quickly with humans and look to us for food, like a puppy does, but no one notices.
Millions have needlessly suffered in pain and died for years ( their contract began 25 years ago ) just so Quality Pets and Walmart can make a buck.
It gets worse. More about that later.
The day I took Spike to Walmart, was the same day I met Helen.
Helen had come to adopt 2 puffs, and had gone. I recognized her as a higher evolved spirit, and she told me she had recently come back from Peru, where she had found a medicine man, and had a spiritual cleansing on sacred mushrooms.
I was feeling her mystical spell as I went to take care of the hospital puffs.
My home had become a MASH unit. I had 13 tanks running by that time. I had 9 communal tanks in the living room. Each housed up to 15 rehabilitated puffers awaiting adoption. The kitchen and dining room were now a Hospital with smaller observation tanks for new arrivals, treatment, and a Hospice care.
Spike was tiny, but meaner than all the others. and they were 3 X his size. He was so aggressive at feeding time that he was given his own 10 gallon tank. The place was packed with tanks so he ended up on my desk in front of my computer, where I spend much of the time working on Puffer Campaign email.
He would lie on the tank floor as close as he could get, watching me and sleeping. When ever i looked at him, he would rise slowly in anticipation. When i got up, he got up and pressed his belly against the glass.
He was interested in everything going on.Eventually I started playing games with him, like Which hand is the worm in? He scored as high as anybody does.
Once he played this game back at me when a meal worm had gotten away. It had crawled to the side where I couldn't see. He swam back and forth looking and me. I finally figured out he was looking at something over by his tank. When i picked up the worm he went nutz.! ALL that effort and it paid off! He ate the worm, then I he kept going back and looking for more there.
After that he would cruise the perimeter of the tank looking for worms. He was guarding his domain, like a dog looks for cats around his fence. He would always linger where he remembered he found the one.
He had made a very good recovery, but sadly, I had seen this many times. Long term starvation has an effect on the internal organs. If not fed in time the organs begin shutting down and can't recover. The world saw this when the victims were liberated from the Nazi concentration camps. Even after they were given food the shutdown is irreversible. Eventually they reject food and slowly die.
Spikes day came the day before.
He knew something was wrong when he couldn't keep food down. I had given him blood worms, but his body was rejecting them. I saw fear in his eyes. He looked at me with confusion, as if he was asking What is happening?. Then I saw him sadly accept it all. I sat in frustration and sadness as he tried and tried to feed himself.
Finally he was exhausted and laid down by me in his spot, and we stared into space together.
I thought , If only they knew.
Maybe they DON"T Know??
If one of those Walmart CEO's saw what Spike was going through, they would have to stop.
I got up and we locked eyes, Lets go find an executive.
I took him in a small tank, I call the Evacuation Shuttle, to the big glass door of the head offices. I had no idea what I was going to do. I wanted to get Spike in and show a marketing executive the harm they had caused and the genocide that was ongoing.
As I approached the door, a young rank n file lady executive saw me.. She pushed by some others, opened the door with a warm greeting, and said, "HI! Hey its the Fish Lady! WE WERE EXPECTING YOU. "
I was stunned.
She said Come In, and hustled us in past security, who were rising from their seats.She took us to the receptionist desk and said, She has an appointment. Then turned and gave me a look that said, GO AHEAD.
By this time everyone in the lobby had stopped to turn and look at us. I was dumbfounded.
I said, Spike is here to meet with the Head of Marketing.
She asked for a name. I mumbled something like," oh umm lets see...Fred Johnson..",
She wasn't buying it.
So I just told her the truth, "Spike is here from Thailand to see the person who is responsible for bringing him, and millions of others to Walmart. He is dying, and his last wish is to see that this person see's, and understands, what they're doing. We are sure that once Spike is seen, they will have the conscious to stop.
There in the huge mega corporate lobby, it was silent as a cathedral.
I looked at the faces of the people in their suits, and corporate attire around us.
They were all looking at Spike.
I looked at Spike, and Spike was looking back.
The security guards had walked up and were waiting to escort us out, and we went out and home. Spike died that night. I held him in my lap in a pirex measuring cup.
This is why I believe I had been gently guided and rightly stepped into my role as assistant to the Good Will Ambassador of the Green Spotted Puffers.
My proof of this is this:
The box, the arrows pointing away, crown and dorsal fin, tail to left, shape of a 9.
These random coincidences added up to this.
The thoughts, dreams, and the confidence I feel, are there to guide me in assisting the puffers, in any way available to me.
A loyal volunteer ( who wishes to remain anonymous ), and I wrote this Press Release.
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It details the enormous risk Walmart takes selling the second most lethal poison known to vertebrates, to unwary customers without a warning label.
Tetrodotoxin is in place and slowly, store after store, the floor managers have gladly removed them. Just like the poison in the wild, it gradually feeds into the corporate bloodstream. Every cell in the Corporate Machine rejects it
to protect itself from risk of lawsuits. The poison spreads through the chain until corporate finally bans them from the death tanks,
They can rescue themselves. They just need people who care enough to give that Press Release to the manager.
All the Puffers need is Walmart to know about it.
Problem is always people. Finding anyone willing to lift a finger is ridiculous.
Power to level a empire, Tetrodotoxin is their atomic weapon, and I am their Enola Gay..
Just as they would do in the wild, they are in the process of using their natural abilitys to escape a predator.
Through the Press Release, the Puffers have effectively made every Walmart in the Bay let them go.
To me, the evidence is clear. The symbol, the dream, and the logo.
I was the one who was there. Who saw them, felt the suffering, and rescued every single Puffer in the Bay area from Walmart for 7 months, until the managers told Quality Pets to they stop delivering.them to their store.
I was never conscious of this. I was only aware that I was being driven by a force.
What ever Spike did that day in the lobby, I have no idea, but it was as if he shook the walls.
That silent meeting of eyes across the room was palpable..I felt like an escort to the Dalai Lama himself.
Spike had made the terrible journey all the way from Thailand, He survived just as long enough to reach the door of his captors and received a welcoming greeting. The doors opened as if they were waiting for him.
For one spectacular moment, Spike held that room in the fortress of the mega giant, and he looked into their faces.
Not bad for a little Walmart throw away pet.
Spike did his duty as ambassador. I promised to take up and finish the job.
I researched the 3 main company's, and discovered tax shelters, arson, false identities, deliberate attempts to stop conservation laws or restrictions, tattooed fish, and willful knowing cruelty.
My BLACKFISH CONSPIRACY petition has more information.
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Puffer Rescue Justice Corps