Wasted Diamond Opportunity and Baby-Who-Is-Not-Mine Woman

We went to see the medical doctor today because we are getting a few weird things for a long time and we decided it was probably about mental illness claims of the cariocas again. In the train, this couple sits in the seat in front of ours and there is a baby. The baby stares at us and says something that we could not make sense of, but it sounded like a line that should have been understood. We then utter to ourselves after entertaining ourselves for a time with the baby and observing that he hit the father on the face several times, with us taking that to be 'it is not my father', that the baby was obviously not theirs, since their biology was completely different, like even the texture of the skin had nothing in common. We were then getting out of the train when we thought like that. The woman who was initially holding this baby then clearly said, thanks. We then understood she was letting us know that she was really unhappy with all and definitely thought her baby had been swapped with another, as we keep on saying happens since the start of the human existence of satan, in year 0, since Moses was son of the Phoenician couple (whites and Christian) and the satanic murdered his parents and gave him to the Pharao's family. We personally witnessed the satanic doing scrambles and also stealing babies from Saudi Arabia and taking them to other countries. They think it is fun having a taller man in the middle of short ones, for instance, since they wanted to pass the rhetoric that their Al Qaeda families are genuine families.

We then had something weird happening in the train from Burwood to Westmead that we took for the second time, yet the satanic never let us remember before or white it is happening. Basically, in 'my' story (the negro inside would have given this), it was about me showing that I wouldn't panic upon getting pressures from the environment. They then changed the direction of my train after stopping for an enormous amount of time and there seemed to be nobody with me in the carriage plus there was no display of station names inside of the carriage or train plus it was a really old model, which should have been retired a long time ago. I then thought the stations were not right and I had to check those. The problem then became that there was no panel of lights to go for and the windows were made of plastic and were kinda broken in places, foggy and all else. I had to find out what the station was. That is when I raised just to go to the lower part and be able to see the station name from inside of the carriage, then directing myself to where the doors are. At that exact moment, a negro looking like a negro enters. He dresses like the pensioners or something: he is wearing enormous tongs, bigger than his feet, socks with those and so on. I leave the train at the station where I thought I could catch another to go to Westmead. The negro playing Asian or something then says, 'they said it', which I take to be that the negros looking black were making a statement: despite being with me inside of the train on their own and even really close to my body, they wouldn't perpetrate against me, which meant they said to those inside of my head that they wanted my life and body preserved and saved, so that I was happy with all. I then go to another platform to finally catch the right train to go home and this negro painted in white and playing native plus employee of the trains company says, 'she yelled'. That is when I remember the thing: the story went like, if I raised, then they would say I panicked, like I had no rights to move or get out of my seat. Yet, if I could ever remember the story in time or stay sat, I would have gotten rid of the monsters attacking and violating my body for now 3 years and 3 months plus immediately, since the panic syndrome thing from Rio would finally be over. That is when 'Obama' and everyone else should finally speak to us and everything, we think, like there is some story. It is a shame...There is only Our God.