The Double "Coincidence" of Bowel Obstructions Suffered on 2 Days that are Significant in 2 Abrahamic Religionss

I suffered a complete bowel obstruction on the "19th of October 2021". I have put the date this event occurred in quotes to draw your attention to it because it isn't just any ordinary day. 

This date also happens to be prophet Muhammad's birthday for 2021. 

I would have taken it as coincidence and not made more of it had there not been a close call of the same thing, this time on the birthday of non other than Jesus Christ himself. Now, that's like lightning striking the same spot twice. 

I went to bed late on Christmas eve, and woke up shortly after midnight to the realization that I was being gassed. The air was thick with an abrasive gas that was hurting my lungs. My eyes started to get teary as soon as I had opened them. My ears, nose and the back of my neck were all already aching at this point. 

I got up and immediately opened the window wide, walked out the door and left it wide open too. I had been struggling to breathe inside the room but felt some relief as I walked out into the  fresh air, and contemplated staying out there sitting under a tree till dawn, but I was weak on my legs. I felt like I desperately needed to lie down. It wouldn't be safe to sleep out there, and there was the risk that I would nod off even if I tried not to. 

I tried to stay outside for as long as I could, knowing the more fresh air I got into my lungs the better for me. 

I got back inside after about an hour, and started airing the home. I removed my sheets and blankets and aired them all thoroughly. I turned the fan on and pointed it at a partially open window so it could keep sucking the air out of the room and into the great outdoors. This did two things: it made it impossible to fill the room with a gas, and since the window faced the road, anybody wanting to gas me again would think twice about the gasses spilling out into the neighborhood on that side because it can get very busy. 

That's evidence. 

By that point I had urinated about ten times, and the sphincter was getting weak. I felt the same symptoms coming on that I had when I suffered the first obstruction two months ago, and realised with this that the first episode had also been caused by gassing. I obviously slept through it the first time. 

Only this explained the hoarse voice I had, the painful ears and loss of hearing in the aftermath of the obstruction. It took about 3 days for my voice to get back to normal, and about a month for my hearing to return to normal or thereabouts. 

It would seem that once the poison in the gas is absorbed into the body, it causes the bowels to stop working, which leads to food compaction and a flow stoppage. 

This is the obstruction that I had suffered on the 19th of October 2021, that I felt starting to happen in earnest as I pranced about my abode that Christmas morning with a lingering respiratory distress. 

I braced for the worst, grabbed my gas mask and sat there waiting for dawn to come, but soon fell asleep. I was well when I woke up but noticed that, as was the case the first time this happened, I had lost a significant amount of weight overnight. 

About two weeks later on the 5th of January a similar sequence of events occurred in the early morning hours. I woke up at around 4 am and felt unable to breathe. I jumped out of bed in a panic and went outside. It was still dark. I paced about trying to breathe but the respiratory distress didn't abate. I realized that my breathing got better the further away from the house I went, and worsened when I returned. 

I knew then that the home had been contaminated and I wouldn't be able to rest inside whatever I did to clear the poisons. It was in fact too risky sticking around the place in the state I was in, so I packed a few belongings into a backpack and started for town as soon as the sun started rising.. I had to find a safe place to spend the day and especially the night, somewhere I could breathe properly and not be in danger of getting gassed again.  

Tellingly, the respiratory distress I was having in and around the home waned as soon as I got away from the premises. I started to breathe normally again by the time I got on the bus out of the village, and I knew that I had made the right decision. 

Somebody out there is clearly trying to have me murdered, and they are now using the cover of heavy rains at night to send their operatives into the area to gas me. What we are dealing with here isn't Murder by Numbers, the method by which the kabalists send the message that a death isn't natural but their doing, but the same thing in that the demise comes dressed as an unlikely natural event or coincidence, and it's association with a day that's important in an Abrahamic religion points out directly who is behind the murder. Abrahamic religions and western kabalistic secret societies like freemasonry are joined at the hip, after all.

I should add on to this the fact the Covert elimination of our best is what is happening here. I have been through enough to be convinced that I have been selected for elimination  because I am considered to be one by the western elites. This western program whereby Africans are selectiveky eliminated is what is referred to as holistic culling. This is when select members of a whole (a group/race) are eliminated according to talent category so that their socio-economic contribution to the whole is curtailed. 

The equivalent of the beheading of a race is achieved when the people being systematically eliminated are the very best, given there is in every group a fixed distribution of talents. 

This program is, according to my reckoning, the remaining reality that Africans have to become consciously aware of to understand just why the continent is failing. What they are doing to me isn't just happening to me alone and this isn't the first nor last time that this is happening. The west has been conducting holistic culls on Africans since the inception of Colonialism, and is right now as we speak monitoring our communities, on a continuous basis, for people they feel have the potential to jeopardize their plans for the continent. In the end, it's not just about our resources but about us the African or black people. The west is merely continuing in the tradition of the ancient Greeks and Romans who also turned blacks into a "species" they had to hunt, steal from, brutalize, and control because they believed that this is the only way their survival prospects could be advanced. This is in fact the mindset that characterizes white supremacy today. The Western world is led by its supremacists after all. 

Now, the fellows they are eliminating from our midst don't have to be powerful in society to come under their murderous radar. Look at me if you doubt what I am saying. I don't own anything substantial by any standards, nor do I command an army of men. Yet the west is constantly on my case to the point my demise, that they are very careful to have appear as death by natural causes, is necessary in their eyes. They have to eliminate us preemptively because once we come into our element then Martyrs are created. Our Lumumba's, Sankara's, Malcolm X's, Biko's, Magufuli's, etc., are examples of our best who slipped through all the snares and traps they have set in our communities to prevent our rise. 

Africa will only go free when it awakens to this reality because only then will it become plain and clear why our leadership ranks are filled with idiots and cowards. Only when we realize that we are a beheaded people, and this is why we wander the planet as a mindless, spineless folk, will we know what needs to be done to regain our original whole and natural stature.