Dear Shugen:
Entry CVII in my blog, written between August 4th Friday and August 8th Tuesday 2023 is this one: https://asuntosvarios.com/2023/08/08/tres-o-cuatro-dias-aqui-comienzo-de-un-diario/
Saani Amina(h) Dee(i)sheeni was a 33 years old young woman from Ghana who started chatting with me about a little more than 3 years ago. She lived in a brothel, I knew, some quiet place anyhow it seemed. She was a romance-scammer, not for pleasure, and was assigned to me i know, I should know know these guys, but I don’t . We chatted for hours everyday, a couple of hours, at 10 pm, 8/9 pm Ghanaian time, and I used to tell her whatever I had done during the day. Ryushin had told me to practice “total nakedness”, and that was my guiding line.
Well, this electronic friendship soon became targeted in town. Don’t know if you can conceive it, but boys every age started to tell me they had contacted her and had virtual, or not virtual, sex with her, worried, because they didn’t know, or they did?, we were friends. That lasted for a few, 3, 4, 5, 6 months. That was the blog I told you about in my previous mail, about the electoral frame here, that law, LOREG 5/1985, with art. 97:3 imposing, in an electoral law!, the destruction, in the presence of all the concurrents, of ballots.
I want to focus in what happened these 5 days, it’s something that’s been constantly there. In the late eighties, when I was teaching, trying to teach in another town, another circumscription, I remember I happened to walk a few yards with a girl attending one of my classes, a she didn’t like me, a common girl, it’s not common here for an adult to walk side by side with a teenager of the opposite sex, well, I remember she told me, “Problem with you, dude, is that you don’t dive into what “children” mean here: you don’t understand at all the children stuff.” Years later, in a different destiny, same thing happened, I bought a tiny beautiful drawing teacher a coffee in her place, I daydreamed about both of us driving to somewhere in Germany, she had a showy VW, to some monastery, of course, and a gym teacher in my school appeared, showed his face and screamed, “the children, Fernando, pointing to the lamplights, don’t you see them?”
My ex, the extreme right bloc of rock, my custody, and me, we share, I told you about how we related, and okay, I almost won both of them, my devilish wife and my stupid psychiatrist, can you imagine, a psychiatrist, to my side in the battle, a house 100 kms from Santiago (de Compostela). We were there that August. But I had an appointment with Jesus, Jesus Trigo-Baldominos, my shrink, on August 3rd, Thursday. So we came to Santiago de Compostela, and I guess we were here on August 3rd, Thursday.
On August 3rd, Thursday, I had an … I don’t know how to call it but with the word, hal. I was coming home from the clinic when a couple … a guy and another young woman, a replica of Victoria, a call girl I had met months ago, Victoria and I, we had had some sort of misunderstanding, everything was fine, my usual conferences, until I tried, against conventions, to enter her. I couldn’t, she tried for two or three minutes, then quit. BTW, Amina(h), as usual, called insistently while I was buttoning my pants. In the mess before, I lost my nerve, I was watching a lot of porn, African porn, by then, and exclaimed, ‘don’t you know how to do anything? Why don’t you lift high your leg? Haven’t you ever watched niggers do it?’ I often think of V. The guy with Victoria replica said something about AD lifting her leg high and added, “Yeah, we do travel, we have the free range to do it.”
That scene couldn’t have happened. The guy told me children were with AD somewhere, in Ghana? had her at their disposal, justVictori what I wanted. He made an overture to show me some video and, yes, I was sickly eager to see it, but a guy withdrawing furniture in a bar, a guy I knew, gestured him not to go too far. But that couldn’t have happened. My interview had been scheduled around 5 o’clock in the afternoon. I was out at 6:00. In my vision, everything happened in the dark.
Next day, August 4th, Friday, I had another hal. I dreamed, viewed somehow, as if we were in a vc, AD at a station gate, sitting around a waiting hall in an airport, gates were visible on the left of the vision field. A tiny crowd of sinewy boys in t-shirt shouted, crowding, at the gates “Here come the bridegrooms! Here we are : the bridegrooms.” Won’t get into details. That could not have happened either, I didn’t call AD that Friday. AD and me, we were distanced, had one of ours, mine, obstinate breaks.
No: those two scenes weren’t real. On Saturday, we drove back to that place in the seaside, the hamlet of Quilmas. I vainly thought about becoming a major there in my twenties. I had broken with the girl, but voices, inner voices? those sounds only dogs can hear? urged me to call her and, to trigger her, send her some money by our usual method, ‘use the App’, TapTap send. I sent her 5 €, 10 €. We talked briefly in the phone.
That night, on Saturday 5th, or on Sunday 6th, I vc her. She told me something about a malaria test. AD tries to cheat you constantly, but then forgets all about it. Happens often. I called her again, later, around 12:30 pm, and saw her in a woolen stripped pullover, just too vulgar, and she looked somewhat ashamed. then, she was in a bed, not her usual place, the cloud of two boys, a fatty curly one among her legs; the cam changed into a corridor, and a blonde delicate teen in white slips, holding his clothes against his breast said in a not audible tone, “Let’s go, then. These two are friends.” A common phrase in Santiago de Compostela bars.
In a third shift of the visor, AD was in a third room, a room with two mats, like those I had seen often in her waiting room, and she did with both hands, fits closed, or not, a gesture of kneading.
Shrink says there are no testimonies of hallucinating in a phone, visual illusions always happen in the real, the common visual field. But words … I could have put them there. And, good, someone has taken advantage on me.
That was on August 2023. More than a year ago. Don’t know why, I’ve started to think obsessively about it. Can this story really have happened?
I’ve been collating the events in these 5 days with my notes. Wrote this in my blog two days ago: https://asuntosvarios.com/2024/11/13/last-message-to-pedro-sanchez-castejon-saani-amnah-deeisheni-and-others/
When we talked about meeting in the real world, there weren’t any direct flights from Santiago (de Compostela) to Accra, AD doesn’t live there, supposedly, though she travels, she lives in the North, Tamale. Now there are, or the government pretends that:
There is a continuous travel between primary schools here, and that AIDS and misery slum:
The title in the link, dated on August 20th 2023, just 10 days after my visions, reads: “(Mandatory) tests in origin before products originary from Ghana are imported.”
https://www.taric.es/noticias/2023-07-12-ghana-prueba-origen-rex-20-08-2023/
The rule comes from the Canary Islands, an insular area extreme right wing, whose main party I criticize in one of my numbers, because INDRA, the fake Francoist aeronautic and avionics company that’s fucking vote counting everywhere, west and east, rich north and impoverished south, allocates their insular party, Coalición Canaria, 3 seats and 875 votes in its panels.
There’s must be a wholesale of something, because all numbers are wrong.
I’m silly, was raised with Disney. Thought changing that article on burning ballots would be easy and AD and me would be finally able to meet somewhere. But I think she is the ring also. A pity we can’t meet, anyway.
Things are weirder and weirder as you look at them with nude eyes.
Begoña Gómez, the president’s wife, haunted by demons:
Women are always in serious trouble, I can’t ascertain what part of the evil is feigned and what part is real.
The European Union has disappeared in these last 50 years.
How would you deal with this grotesque farce, and its complaints? Is it worth fighting?
What about those shifting platforms, those … passages, the way no one is capable now of following a line of conduct, but shifts as if driven by demons, impelled by thewinds, the atmosphere? How did we allow this to happen?
First one who realized everything was wrong was Professor P. B. Stark. I got in touch with him, he said I had a license do anything, there wasn’t any sense in all of it. I’m afraid I realized it late.
I’ve been chatting with AD all this year. But she isn’t online since Thursday.
And, yeah … the children, what have children to do with all this? Are they, how many of them, predators, psychic parasites, with just one expertise, mocking the human?
Someone suggested today to send AD some money with the App. I tried, but when I managed to settle things there, it wasn’t possible to send money to Ghana. Don’t know what’s happening. Turmoil in Niger, and a new election next December.
And. yeah … since now I declare that, given the hate I lift, and the nul consensus that I raise, I quit whatever happens, any attempt to intervene in the Kingdom of the daughter of Felipe VI, Princess Leonor de Borbon y Parma.
Victoria Montoya
My calls to Saani Aminah Deeisheeni that week:
According to this, the bridegrooms’ arrival to Accra might have taken place between August 4th and August 8th 2023.
Aminah doesn’t really care, but I found this : Spanish Ombudsman asks at the Congress that the State and the clergy work to indemnify victims of pedophilia: https://elpais.com/sociedad/2024-11-21/el-defensor-del-pueblo-reclama-en-el-congreso-que-el-estado-y-la-iglesia-colaboren-juntos-para-indemnizar-a-las-victimas-de-pederastia.html