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President Donald Trump and each US Governor:

       As a parent with children, you will do what is needed to protect them. Since the community (the USA, each state) is the front line outside of The White House (each governor’s house), as a leader, you will provide protection as needed. If not, what has crossed over the front line will now come after you and the household. Because you did not Trust in God to provide His Protection when those with experience warned you about the truth of what lies ahead. Pharaoh did not heed his council's warning, which led to his firstborn son’s death. The End.

       After the above message, I began to type on my phone because once it comes, shortly after that, it is gone. At first, I wanted to write about Red, Yellow, Blue and got overwhelmed. I did not know that the message was to teach from a different point-of-view on how to deal with COVID-19. Because if I were president and had children with Leonard, I would use my executive power to protect the barrier in front of communities so citizens, my family, and I would be safe on the backside. Long story short on why I wrote Exodus on June 9th. Donald needed to be warned first about his actions, the same done with Pharaoh.

       Since December 18, 2019, ‘prepare’ had been on my mind and thought it was about Donald Trump, Sr. and reelection. So, I followed what was on my mind to buy books to last for about 12 months, which I did for Mumsy and me. The next day, my orthopedic doctor gave me supplies that would last a long time since I only use the gel when in extreme pain. The 20th saw an ENT nurse for ear pain, and throat felt off. He put a black tube with a camera through my nostril (tender). As we viewed the video, we saw why I was choking on my food and water: GERD. All these years, I thought the pain in my chest was my heart, and I did not realize since my university days, that this was permanent. The same day I had a thyroid ultrasound (neg.) and changed my citrus and fats intake. On the 22nd, my stomach felt off and started the FODMAP and ordered an app on the 23rd. On the 24th, it was my last time I took a pain pill and then saw Mumsy on Christmas Day. Took three Medrol tablets on the 27th and the next morning without foot and stomach pain. The same day, a follow-up with the ENT nurse, thyroid levels were up, so I decreased until I saw my primary doctor on Jan. 2, 2020.

       At the stroke of midnight on Jan. 1st, as I wished Breanna with GoDaddy a Happy New Year, a tingling sensation went through my head, body, arms, hands, and feet. After I woke the same day, I still had no foot pain and fibromyalgia gone (a few months). Then I remembered what I told God on Jan. 1, 2019, “I will not allow * to interfere with my Peace of mind. Just for one year, I AM coming out of retirement from the type of person that I once was.” It was about an incident that happened with a female pilot in Dec. 2018. Although I forgave her, I ignored her when she said hello, and since then, she left me alone. For one year or so, I let it rip through my mouth, Twitter fingers, body language, and enjoyed the moment, including those Tweets, until I thought maybe it was too much, on my mind - this is what you wanted, and I continued. One post I did not Tweet when Donald said about Biden, Jr., “understood how to kiss Barack Obama’s ass.” At first, I had a Tweet ready to fire off, but I did not because it was foul play, and the hygiene stick I did not know exists date back centuries ago from China. Gyno on the 7th. On the 17th, at the follow-up, thyroid levels were excellent, and cholesterol dropped 36 points. If you made it this far, you will understand why I AM going through my calendar list. No peeking.

       From Jan. 9th – 16th, Leonard, Ranger 1, and I were in Georgia, and I forgot my thyroid pills. My mood changed, and a lot of food tossing from my end into the skillet, sink, and trash bag. On the 15th, I started vitamins with iron and iodine and herbals. On the 16th, I began using a FAR sauna Leonard bought from a neighbor after I said in early December for pain and aches. From the 25th – 29th out-of-town family visit with Mumsy and my sister left on the 30th. When one person coughed in the rental car as I drove, I rolled my window down. Previous to their visit and for some reason, I did a one-leg lunge several times to catch Ranger 1. As my sister and I stood outside at the drop-off by my opened car door, a woman screamed, we turned, saw a Yorkshire Terrier between the woman and my car, and my sister said, “That’s Ranger!” This toe-snacking dog wiggled out of his harness, got out of the vehicle, and sniffed nearby the woman. He took off, and my one-leg lunge saved our lives because he ran towards traffic less than three to four feet from my head. Feb. 5th, hubby and I picked up my jeweler’s bench, and the 10th, I bought clothes for Valentine’s trip to Tennessee. His US Army buddy, who use to live in Maryland and his girlfriend, were the hosts for his siblings and sister/brother-in-law. The day after Valentine’s on the table were eight wilted roses in a vase. Then I poured water, and one day after, seven of them perked up as if nothing happened to them. I believe they were God’s Valentine’s gift to me.

       Feb. 25th, I took Cara Rae-Zephyr in for an oil change, routine check, and new air filter I wanted. The same day “Not if/But when” news about COVID-19 caught my eyes. Then I understood why God had put on my mind about those books, then the art supplies, extra clothes, and my last student loan for the US government to forgive that I did not submit with the first some years ago. They took care of it and refunded what I paid into. God wants me to use my time on His behalf to pay due back to Him since He Owns everything. God knew I made a promise to repay and knows how important it was for me. If I had not purchased all the above, including tires on Dec. 16th and garden supplies, I would not have enough time to grocery shop before others did the same. That “Not if/But when” led to type my preparedness list, and the next day, I began to shop in stores and online. Feb. 29, awoke from a dream to shop for more items. While at Walmart, Joseph was on my mind – ‘storehouse’ – so I created a storage closet in the office. That evening, I returned some items after the first reported novel Coronavirus death in WA State. Then I focused on sanitation and medical supplies.

         March 1st, I visited Mumsy and gave her lots of hugs and kisses if it was the last time I would see her alive. On the way home, I took a different route, saw a Poke restaurant, and made that day my last I would eat out, except for Mother’s Day for raw fish and rice. The next day, after a man in front of me at Walmart, turned to face the cash register, I saw he was sick (breathing and sniffling). He had a plastic medical band on his right wrist, and I had already walked through his airspace. Two days later, I was sick, called the nurse for medication, and the previous day, I had a follow-up with the orthopedic doctor. Three days later, while still ill, alone, I hacked hard for hours, and after feeling exhausted, I took Mucinex® that I brought for Leonard’s supplies. Moments later, I coughed so hard that something pulled from my right lung and shot up into my mouth. I was so focused on the sensation from my lung that I did not turn on my bathroom light to see the almost mouthful of goo, go down the drain, and then slept well for the night.

       There were nights when I was wide awake, so I cleaned and then went back to bed. Sleep hit at any hours during the day. When my chest did not feel well, I used an inhaler and rolled onto my back, and I felt better. Chest repercussion therapy flashed when a memory of Mumsy doing for her female patient. While in bed, as far as I could reach behind me, I did my best to sing (mostly hummed) a chorus to Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (1964). Three times for each section, as I beat my back, side, and chest – all the way around to the other side of my back, and did for several days. The chicken soup previously made and froze came in handy: Two bowls of soup, one sandwich, lots of water, electrolytes, Z-Pak, Sambucol®, several over the counter meds, herbals, vitamins, Airborne®, essential oils, sauna, and outdoor sunlight.

       Mar. 7th house on lockdown, but in April, had guests and since then, no more. Mar. 9th, I felt good and much better the next day. Mar. 11th, the WHO declared the novel Coronavirus as a pandemic, and the next day, Governor Ron DeSantis closed VA nursing homes to visitors, which was  satisfactory to me. On the 16th, I canceled upcoming medical issues: ENT, breast mammography and ultrasound, primary visit, and dental. The next day, as I sat in my car, Leonard gave me an N95 mask before dropping off a voter ballot. On the 20th, I started using Walmart’s curbside pickup, only twice, I let two help me put items into my car, and most times, I would stop them from getting too close to me so I could do it myself. Because I saw some remove masks while loading the back of women’s SUVs, and the females did the same as they spoke and then drove off with windows rolled up. Mar. 31st, Safer-at-home policy in effect for Florida, but no mandatory shelter-in-place mandate. 

       In early April, after I washed down my front door again, I used my right index finger and wrote across: Pass – Over and then drew an arch from P to r, so if we got COVID-19, it was my hope God would pass over us to survive. After seeing a C-19 virus photo with many triangles, I wondered if in the Book of Exodus that it was a virus too. Sometime April, mind your own business flashed and knew I needed to guard my Peace of mind. Apr. 8th, with an N95 and clothe mask, I went to a pharmacy after I found my aloe gel online. A man looked at me and said KN95s would be in the later afternoon. My sister, an LPN at a prison in California, needed masks (supplies). Although she ordered masks from eBay, none came. In her first shipment of KN95s and supplies, I gave her three N95 respirators I got from Home Depot (HD) in March. If I had known she would need them, I would not have returned the second box for another person. My sewing machine acted up, masks not so great with elastic; Velcro from one sandal; drawstrings from sneakers, purse cover, CIA sweatshirt; and two strings with pomp-pomp off my new red winter coat. Before shipment, I wrote PO on my sister’s masks, but since they were too thick, she gave them away while walking in a neighborhood, including boxes of gloves. It was her money and she could giveaway. A man caring for his disabled son at home did not have gloves. PO on my Mumsy’s cards and papers, which is my father’s initials. I mailed four KN95 masks for VA female patients.

       Read medical news and one about Donald, India, and generic drugs. From there, I kept up with my thyroid and inhaler refills. The end of May was an NP recall. Due to how my prescription is written and two less weekly pills, I have enough until the manufacturer fixes. Late April, I was upset with God because I did not want Mumsy to suffer if she got COVID-19. Although I mentally said to God that she was not the best mother, she was a great nurse, and I did not think it was right for her to suffer through COVID-19 after all she had done for her patients. I flashed back as a reminder of what she did in Waimanalo, HI. Mumsy saved a young boy a few houses down, who stopped breathing. The thought of Mumsy getting COVID-19 worked me up that I told God, “Nope. Close the door” because I did not want to be bothered. With a mental toe between the door and its frame, it did not take long before I asked God for His Forgiveness. Did a C-19 antibody test on May 12th, and the next day before viewing online results, my mind flashed; it was negative. During the first full week in May, urinary tract infection on my mind, added AZO® to my grocery list and then bought it after Mumsy got COVID-19 and had a UTI. Four nights later, after she was admitted from the ER, Peace had come over me to lighten the stress I had felt.

       Before Mumsy got COVID-19, I said to God, if anyone tries to hurt her, get ‘em. During her 30-day stay, a woman in Texas made a huge mistake and got busted when she did not hang up her cellphone as a relative’s voicemail recorded her conversation accessing info. After Mumsy’s returned, a woman called the VA, stated she was a healthcare professional who would not identify herself, inquired about the patient, and said she was COVID-19 positive and had to return to *******. When the VA called, I listened as she spoke, knew it was a hoax and explained what happened. Then I accessed Mumsy’s online medical records and spoked with a doctor who confirmed she was negative. For the first time, the VA set up a code for only my sister and me. We have no proof it was the same woman from TX. To save my Peace of mind, I forgave her and did not press charges since we all made mistakes. Her pastor will deal with the first offense. God has the second. Revenge is not the right choice since God’s Mysterious Ways do happen. God’s Power of Remote Control can gain physical access, as TeamViewer does laptops. 

       In spring, my sister confirmed my thoughts that COVID-19 was airborne because while in line at the USPS, I would zig-zag from others. The ATM, I waited after a car ahead, left and had on a mask. I did not partake in a hospital parade because I would have driven through others’ airspace with windows down. Many did not have masks as they cheered for staff. At TWU, I accidentally maced the classroom and coughed, another did too, and then more, we all ran outside, including others from the two-story building. Law enforcement thought it was a terrorist attack, and I spoke up when I gave her my mace can to sniff. Her eyes lit up, but she said no when a woman asked about the mace can. Later, the female police officer confirmed it started in this classroom I was in. It was her way of letting me know without staff and classmates, knowing it was me. One of Charlie Brown’s friends, I think of people as Pig-pen with their own dust cloud around them.

       When Donald said there were enough C-19 test kits, Dr. Redfield’s Poker face spoke his truth. Through the years, I met people with unique gifts who could see things, hear messages, and speak in ways that moved me. Clergies stated they could too. Since we can, it does not make sense that Donald Trump, Sr., as the President of the United States, who believes he is the Chosen One had not received God’s Warning to get COVID-19 right the first time. Since I got the heads up on Dec. 18, 2019 to stock books first, why not Donald for COVID-19? 

       As I wrote those behind The Matador Account, do not become upset with the writings. Thoroughly read to get the answers they seek.

Reference

Sherman, R. B., Sherman, R. M. (1964). Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious [J. Andrews, D. Van Dyke]. On Walt Disney’s Mary Poppins [single record]. Vista. 

Disney Lyrics. (2015, November 28). Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. [Youtube channel]. Retrieved July 16, 2020, from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3wb-IXpM2s

Updated July 17, 2020 - 12:57 PM