Last night my partner Cath and I were faced with an incident that occurred close to home. A man who had come to photograph the sunset had fallen down and jams himself (nearly upside down) between huge boulders, as a result, it was impossible for him to get up. It’s not uncommon for us to see hikers out our way since not far from our front door is a path leading to a popular trail especially to people with dogs. Its also Nature Conservancy land that’s bordered by a rocky shore line and open Ocean on one side and tundra-like barrens on the other, so lots of room for dogs to run and frolic while their owners can easily keep a watchful eye as well as take in the natural beauty. There are dangers however, such as pit falls resulting from post glacial formations where giant boulder’s are heaped precariously, so one needs to be vigilant especially nearer the shore.
It all began for us at about 7pm when a knock came to our door. A woman (Rebecca), stood there with a look of concern as she told us the story: I was just talking with my husband (Brian Smith), telling him to hurry up and get home as it would soon be too dark to see, he said “yes” continuing with “I’m cold and wet... I fell into a puddle”, and then Rebecca heard a scream and nothing else. She called his cell phone back... nothing. “His car is still there,” she said to us, “ what should I do” ? So, she ended up calling 9-11. In the meantime we decided to all go looking for him, taking a blanket, flashlights, cell phone. Cath suggested I stay behind to direct the 9/11 rescue team when they arrive. I was hesitant knowing that Cath has been suffering vertigo, however since she wasn’t alone, I agreed. As it turned out, Rebecca turned back, which made me worry, however by then the rescue vehicles had arrived, and we could see by her flashlight signals that Cath had found him.
Thankfully Brian was not unconscious, so was able to respond when he heard Cath holler out his name. In fact, he too had been able to call 9-11, so they were aware of his predicament, and that he was alive. Brian was not appropriately dressed for the usual nightfall drop in temperature, and with 10 years experience as a volunteer fire fighter, Cath knew enough not move him. She threw the blanket over his torso that had become exposed by the fall, and used her flashlight as a beacon for the rescue team.
Knowing that Rebecca was stressed, I tried to take her mind off things with conversation, and as a result I found out the following information:
His first and last name (James Gregory) contains a cryptic “jams grey gory” ... the “grey” makes sense because it describes a specific detail: it was dusk (grey) at the time of the “gory” incident, albeit it soon turned pitch black. Note from James Gregory’s wiki page:
The fact that Brian was in the news a few days ago as a result of an assault, and because the assault actually took place on Tuesday, October 29, I perused the list on the 28th to see if they left any other tell tale clues:
It all began for us at about 7pm when a knock came to our door. A woman (Rebecca), stood there with a look of concern as she told us the story: I was just talking with my husband (Brian Smith), telling him to hurry up and get home as it would soon be too dark to see, he said “yes” continuing with “I’m cold and wet... I fell into a puddle”, and then Rebecca heard a scream and nothing else. She called his cell phone back... nothing. “His car is still there,” she said to us, “ what should I do” ? So, she ended up calling 9-11. In the meantime we decided to all go looking for him, taking a blanket, flashlights, cell phone. Cath suggested I stay behind to direct the 9/11 rescue team when they arrive. I was hesitant knowing that Cath has been suffering vertigo, however since she wasn’t alone, I agreed. As it turned out, Rebecca turned back, which made me worry, however by then the rescue vehicles had arrived, and we could see by her flashlight signals that Cath had found him.
Thankfully Brian was not unconscious, so was able to respond when he heard Cath holler out his name. In fact, he too had been able to call 9-11, so they were aware of his predicament, and that he was alive. Brian was not appropriately dressed for the usual nightfall drop in temperature, and with 10 years experience as a volunteer fire fighter, Cath knew enough not move him. She threw the blanket over his torso that had become exposed by the fall, and used her flashlight as a beacon for the rescue team.
Knowing that Rebecca was stressed, I tried to take her mind off things with conversation, and as a result I found out the following information:
- “Our dog had recently injured itself here after its foot had jammed between the rocks”
- “Brian is prone to injury and strange events...”
- “The rescue team will probably recognize him as they were called when he got lost in the woods not long ago...”
- “Brian was in the news not long ago— he’s the HRM bus driver who assaulted by a woman”
All the things Rebecca said last night played in my mind this morning. I had the sense that the event(s) were not strange coincidence... they smacked of inner twin design influence. So this morning I googled, Brian Smith HRM bus driver, and found that he has a LinkedIn page. As to his being assaulted in the news, note this excerpt from an October 30, 2019 Global News article on the subject: Dartmouth woman charged after allegedly assaulting Halifax Transit driver:
Sophia Downey, of Dartmouth, has been charged with assault...It was the surname Downey that stood out, given the cryptic communication re “downy down/ down knee”. The name has many cryptic significance(s): a recurring one you can learn about by keying “down” into this blogs search box; a “timely” significance that has to do with the Brian inevitably “falling down”— a design influence of the inner twin world. Knowing that the inner twin world tend to leave evidence... a signature of sorts, and because the inner twin world tend to use Wikipedia’s Notable Deaths site to place signatures, and because the articles came out on October 30th, I perused the list of notable persons who passed away on October 30, 2019, I arrived at:
Jim Gregory, 83, Canadian ice hockey coach (Toronto Marlboros) and executive (Toronto Maple Leafs).First of all, his name “James” is an addition to the recent and prolific “Remove a Letter Makes a Word” pattern cluster... hence making “jams”... and so a key word when considering the event occurring last night involves a persons who “jams” between boulders... which led to his wife relating the story where her dog jams its leg between boulders in the same area.
His first and last name (James Gregory) contains a cryptic “jams grey gory” ... the “grey” makes sense because it describes a specific detail: it was dusk (grey) at the time of the “gory” incident, albeit it soon turned pitch black. Note from James Gregory’s wiki page:
James Michael Gregory (November 4, 1935 – October 30, 2019)WHOA!! His birthday, November 4th , was last night... the night that Brian jams between the boulders. This is an inner twin “signature” ... what I suspected we would find because of my gut feeling that this was no mere accident/coincidence !! And so this is a prompt for us to venture to the Deaths in 2019 site under November 4th to find the intended death that jives:
Again, the name Jim is a nickname of James... and so generating a “Jim/James (x2)” pattern cluster. Both his first and last name contains a cryptic “jams his clarity”. .. you can’t get much clearer than THAT!! Note from LeClair’s wiki page:
- Jim LeClair, 69, American football player (Cincinnati Bengals, New Jersey Generals)
James Michael LeClair (October 30, 1950 – November 4, 2019)WHOH... another signature... now compare:
James Michael Gregory (November 4, 1935 – October 30, 2019)The birthdays and day of deaths of the two James, are reversed... another addition to the recent “Reversal” pattern cluster!!
The fact that Brian was in the news a few days ago as a result of an assault, and because the assault actually took place on Tuesday, October 29, I perused the list on the 28th to see if they left any other tell tale clues:
John M. Downs, 82, American courtroom sketch artist, complications from lymphoma.It also occurred to me that a popular saying Between a rock and a hard place, was likely strategically designed by the inner twin world, to coincide. So I investigated:
Caught between a rock and a hard place means being faced with a dilemma that only affords a choice between two unpleasant alternatives. The phrase originated in America in the early 1900s to describe a dispute between copper miners and the mining companies in Bisbee, Arizona.So I googled dispute between copper miners and the mining companies in Bisbee, Arizona, and came to the site: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisbee_Deportation concerning the dispute. Perusing the site, I arrived at the following excerpt:
The president of Phelps Dodge at the time was Walter S. Douglas. He was the son of Dr. James Douglas, developer of the Copper Queen mineWhat stands out is the name James... we now have a “James(x3)” pattern cluster. Very meaningful given the inner twin world propensity for generating clusters in groups of 3 or more. Note from his wiki page:
James Walter Douglas (4 November 1837 – 25 June 1918)As to his birthday... I rest my case!! As to his date of death, simply read the first post to this blog to see how this date factors in!!
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