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Contact Pastor Henry Wright’s organization . . . I don’t recall anything in his book

A MORE EXCELLENT WAY

However, he’s been powerful in getting a LOT of unique incurable illnesses 100% healed.

Things like . . . allergies to the point folks had to live in a bubble . . . and a lot of special dreadful diseases industry wouldn’t touch because too little money in it be cause of the numbers of people.

. . . all kinds of cancers . . .

And recently I heard, he’s getting schizophrenia cured IN 3 DAYS! Praise God. Anyway—worth checking out.

Is there any sane, reasonable person in the house next door, or not?

If they are all druggies etc. . . networking until you found a Christian detective willing to do something might be an avenue.

Prayer and fasting by a team of people would be an option. God CAN move them out. Would be better to convert them! LOL.

God be with you. Doesn’t sound like fun at all.

I hate those woofers in cars.

A student of mine had a couple in her extended family . . . the father would throw their daughter in his truck when he got angry and drive around at huge volume. She became brain damaged . . . eventually died. Couldn’t prove it. He got off Scott free. GRRRR.

Thanks for the advice, but I’m a bit dubious of some aspects of that sort of faith healing (separate that from praying for conditions and problems to be alleviated, that I do believe in). My condition was caused by a nasty viral infection and wasn’t helped because of chronic health problems and the fact that I was unable to get it diagnosed for a long time. That is, unfortunately, only just one of my conditions.

The audiologist/ENT essentially said to do certain types of exercises (but that seemed more for people who had only a temporary condition) and all it did was make me feel dizzier (and it’s the dizziness that I’m trying to alleviate). I already had the condition for 8 years by the time it was confirmed. I initially thought it was Meniere’s Disease, but they ruled it out. If it had been Meniere’s, I might’ve been able to have surgery to correct it, but apparently there isn’t anything available for Labyrinthitis.

With respect to the illegal neighbors, I wouldn’t dare approach any of them. Their behavior since they took up residency in the house in July ‘06 (yeah, I practically count the days) has been horrible. We’ve called the cops on numerous occasions, but it does little good. They’ve never even fined them or done squat. It’s hard to relay to the police that when they crank up that music, it is, to me, a literal physical assault and battery. Like being attacked in your own house. And because of the sound waves, there’s nowhere in the house to escape it. It passes through walls like they don’t exist. In fact, even if I was deaf, I could still FEEL the sound waves, which make me nauseous. It’s the vibrations that make me sick.

The former neighbor lady still owns the property, but she claims there is nothing she can do about the tenants, there being a single clause in the rental agreement that is grounds for kicking them out, and that’s failure to pay the rent. I’ve contacted her repeatedly. I’ve lived in this same since the day I was brought home from the hospital over a third of a century, and I feel like I’m being forced out by invaders. Fact is, we probably should’ve brought a lawsuit against them as soon as they started up with their crap. They’ve ruined the yard, trashed it, destroyed the backyard to make a huge parking lot for work trucks (which has damaged our yard in the process, since the ground comes down at such an angle it can flood our patio during rainstorms). People come in and out all the time.

Several weeks ago, two of the drunken cretins came out in the backyard, one saw me, looked right at me, and pulled down his pants, exposing himself, pissing towards our property, let out a scream that he was proud of his behavior and casually walked back inside. I should’ve called the cops, but knowing their response time (and sometimes not bothering to respond at all), I would’ve had to have identified who did it, and frankly (and I don’t care if this sounds racist) the little pigs from a distance all look alike (and again, I have no idea how many are living in the house).

A few weeks after that, I was walking up my front steps and heard more hooting and yelling from their front porch, and a group of them were congregated and screaming at me mockingly (they sounded drunk, and it wasn’t noon yet) “Loco ! Loco ! Loco !” I didn’t make eye contact with them and quickly went back inside. This used to be a respectable neighborhood until this trash turned it into a slum. Real nice, huh ?