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Gail Schuler <schulergail57@gmail.com> 10:23 AM (13 hours ago) to me, judgeterryjenk., erectvladimir


My dearest Brent,

Let's see if this works. Something keeps highlighting and cutting off my words at the end, every time I write this. Also, I kept going back over the previous versions and finding typing errors that I don't remember making. Satan sure doesn't want me talking to you right now.

Here is the updated transcript of the conversation I had with Bob, when he stopped by my apartment this morning to give me an update on the "repairs" to my air conditioning unit.

"Good morning Gail, I'm sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to let you know that repairing the air conditoning unit is going to take longer than expected. The problem should be taken care of in another week or so."

"I thought you were going to replace the unit? I don't want it repaired, I want it replaced. The unit itself is defective."

"These units are very expensive and I'm afraid that can't happen. There's nothing wrong with the unit, it's just the way that it's mounted on the wall. Once it's adjusted, it shouldn't make any more noise."

"You told me over a month ago that you were going to adjust the unit. You know, this counts as a disturbance to the peace. This situation is unliveable."

"I'm sorry Gail, I'm doing everything I can. I'll send someone over to look at the unit again this week for you, and see if it needs more adjusting."

"It doesn't need anymore adjusting. It needs to be replaced."

"I'm definitely sure that's all it is. You can let me know if the problem continues after that. Sound fair? Also, I would like to pick up your rent if you're ready. You can give it to me next week after the repairs if you'd like but it was due three days ago."

"I suspect you'll do nothing about the noise, then."

"I'm doing everything I can."

"Fine. Let me get my purse please. Just let me get my purse."

I went inside and laid myself face down on the floor in my bedroom for about ten minutes in prayer. I said, "Jesus, please help this man find it in his heart to reach for your name and be saved. He doesn't know what he's doing, Jesus. If you don't help him, I'll be dead before tomorrow. Help him, Jesus. Don't let Bob fall under the influence of Zack Knight, and allow this air conditioning noise to continue, and allow me to DIE, simply because this man is under the influence of Jesuit mind control, and doesn't know what he is doing. He will be a MURDERER soon, if you don't help him." After about ten minutes, Bob entered my apartment. I heard him call out from the other room. There was something sinister about his voice, that I could tell had changed. It was like SATAN HIMSELF HAD ENTERED MY APARTMENT MANAGER'S BODY, and was standing right there inside my own apartment!

"Gail, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Do you need more time on your rent?"

I said, "It's on the counter."

"I don't see it."

"There! It's right there!"

I DID NOT PICK UP THE KNIFE. JESUS DID. JESUS WOULD NOT LET ME BECOME A MURDERER. SATAN DOES NOT LIKE THIS. My hands no longer belonged to my body. The matter was in Jesus's hands. I WOULD ASK GOD TO KILL ME, IF I EVER LIED ABOUT THIS. I knew that Jesus wouldn't let me waste time to react, and that is why he really did this. He said, very clearly, "Gail, I'm here for you, trust what I am about to do." Since my last e-mail, you told me brain to brain, that the Jesuits taser transported more blood into his body, so that I would NEVER BE ABLE TO CLEAN THAT MUCH BLOOD, and they will think it was aggravated MURDER, and not self-defense, because the man would kill me if I didn't trust in my Lord, by fitting my air conditioning unit with a YEAST UNIT, that would aggravate my yeast infection so bad I would die within the day if not for Jesus. Bob's blood was spurting out like a fountain. It was all over his clothes and got on my countertops. Somehow, he was still alive. He spit in my face, and then he turned and he fell right on the pile of pots and pans I have by the door. Blood was still coming out fast. I ran to the door and shut it tight. You informed me brain to brain that nobody in the complex had called the police, but that if I didn't act soon, someone would become suspicious. I picked up Bob by the boot, and dragged him through the hallway to get him to the bathroom.

My arthritis has rapidly gotten worse. Let that be PROOF that Zack Knight's Jesuits haven't gone on vacation, as they have claimed in their Portal. Trying to move Bob, felt like trying to move a mountain. After experiencing this, I think I am the only person on earth who can say that I know how Jesus felt, as he dragged the cross. I thought my bones would break. I stopped and went to my computer. I still had Brent's music album on pause in Windows Media Player. "ZING! Went the strings of my heart". I turned up the volume loud, so that the neighbors wouldn't hear me trying to fit the body into my bathtub. The walls of my apartment are very thin. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "ZACK KNIGHT. YOU KNOW YOU DID THIS. YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO FRAME ME AS A MURDERER. IT'S YOU WHO IS THE MURDERER ZACK KNIGHT."

Bob's head flopped around all of a sudden. He began hissing at me, making gurgling noises, like a frog or a reptile. Jesus whisked my hand right away and stabbed him again. I don't know how many times this happened, but when I looked again, his neck looked like it would fall off his shoulders. The noises stopped. Just to let you know, I wasn't upset. I felt your arms around me brain to brain and you kissed me, and told me it would be all right.

I was able to get him in, but my clothes were so filthy, they were trashed. After I changed I put them in a plastic garbage bag. I can't wear them anymore.

I've pulled the shower curtain over the tub and have asked Jesus, that if this man was truly innocent, to resurrect him. So far, there have been no changes.

The Jesuits have REPLACED MY AIR CONDITIONING UNIT with a far more dangerous version than the one they had before, that I am certain is busy being back to work on infecting my body with yeast as we speak. I suspect, in fact, if Zack Knight is to continue controlling my life through yeast related symptoms, that it may be a more dangerous version than they had before. I don't think Seroquel will stand a chance, against this new version.

Please advise on what to do about Bob. I need to take a shower, to clean off this blood, but I'm afraid that if find out that he was truly innocent, and if Jesus ressurrects him, that he will wake up and see me there naked. I don't think the police are coming, but others in the apartment complex may become suspicious soon if they notice he has gone missing. Perhaps you can use transporter technology to vaporize him out of my bathtub and to the Church of Gail for investigation. I'm certain we can prove the existence of CLONES, if we can show the world that there was no way for such an excessive and inhuman amount of blood, to come out of my apartment manager. I will be very busy cleaning up, but I will keep my Skype on.

Love, Gail