Going to the bank nearly killed me
Don 12-13-25
So, Friday, had to go to a chase bank branch in Santa Clarita. Go to the ATM and it will not allow me to deposit a postal money order. Again. Have to go inside. Again.
I go in, show ID, insert bank card, do the codes, they make me sign it twice in front of them. Just to deposit, no withdrawal. This takes about 3 long minutes.
And I must tell you, that seemed like the longest 3 minutes of my life. I could feel EMF freqs hitting me front the sides, below and the front. I look. There is a heavy gauge metal framing I've never seen before in front of the teller that seemed to have nothing to do with security. It looked like a grid transmission device. I quickly got my receipt and quickly got out of there. By the time I hit the parking lot, I was incapacitated. for about 20 minutes. My entire upper body and head felt like it was just cooked by microwaves.
So, this is why no ATM. Had to go into the death box.
This is Chase. The other banks must be doing it as well.
To select customers.
I asked Dad to make things right, because I could barely walk and driving was out of the question. He did.
Now I get the money order route now and now, NO ATM use. For me. Others were able to use the ATM, just not me. The post office refuses to cash the money order they cash for others, and ATMs won't work for me. I must go inside. To the death box. So I sealed that branch. Have fun with that.
I get that special treatment I've been getting all my farging life.
And these devils wonder why I am the way I am. They made this way. And why I deal with satanic aggression in equal and like manner.
Don
