Hello everyone: I am taking a long and necessary break from the Internet this summer. I am currently working on increasing my strength in the gym, tweaking my bad attitude towards YT and that whole can of worms, while working hard on getting my blood levels back to normal. A couple things have been way out of whack for too long. Please know that I am doing better than I have in a long time, and that I still pray for all my subscribers. I am hoping to make a big "wow" in a future comeback.
Suicide is not a topic where I have tons of personal experience; other than having had thoughts about it, but never having the guts to pull it off. That's right: this tough, aging, has-been, muscle head can't pull it off. And the closest I've ever come to knowing someone who killed themselves was through an ex-boyfriend who spoke about his brother putting a shotgun to his chest as a depressed teenager. The surviving and heartbroken brother, whom I dated, went on to become a successful standup comedian, incorporating life-saving talks at military bases around the world. I started this journey last year during the one-year death anniversary of Francesca, 28-year-old daughter of Zeph Daniel -- author, dialogue film writer, musician, and host of "The Zeph Report", whom many of you follow on Spreaker and YouTube. My book had just come off the press, published on July 3rd, 2018. I couldn't wait to email Zeph about quoting him twice. Nobody knew that 15-days later, we would all experience suicide first hand while listening to The Zeph Report. Even my 87-year-old mother cried that day. She was familiar with hearing Zeph's voice in her Chicago home, while I stayed with her to finish my book. I didn't know Zeph, and I couldn't contact him in advance because the book might have been sabotaged worse than it already was. On behalf of Zeph and Francesca, we present these 8-videos to help bring awareness to this ever-growing global problem. This mini-series consists of 8-readings taken from "Treading On Serpents", a daily devotional for Targeted Individuals. These selected readings, mentioning suicide, will be narrated by Rosalind Root. My condolences go out to anyone who has lost someone through suicide. May your heart find the peace that surpasses all understanding. May it find rest with Jesus, the Prince of Peace. And for those of you who are contemplating the act of suicide, please consider those loved ones you leave behind. "People need to know," says Zeph, "When they commit suicide they never come back." Loss of a Daughter: https://youtu.be/E3qqPGxuKgQ Please support this mission where Rosalind gets to the Root of things, by giving a thumbs up to show that you heard it and liked it. Thank you. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzSFv6Rmnf2vRnl_Jy_AgBQ Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255, anytime day or night, 24/7. We stay in the fight; We focus on Jesus. We live One Day at a Time. -- Tina Plakinger ###
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I don't have to tell you that I am not a big blogger; for those of you who follow me, that's something you already know. Besides, most people like to see my Vlogs as opposed to reading my blogs anyway. If I write my thoughts down, chances are I will not make a video on it, so this is why my blogs are few and far in between.
Let's talk about Isolation and the world today. I sit back and watch and listen to how much agony the general public is having with being locked down due to this Corona Virus (Covid19). At first it deeply disturbed me because I began to see just how cruel and punishing my isolation (through Organized Gang Stalking) was meant to be. Hearing everybody on TV complain about the aloneness and discomfort of being stuck in their homes started to make me realize how much bull shit I have managed to tread, while staying afloat, for so many years. For those of you who are new to Tina Plakinger's second life, I have been gang stalked for 18 years. Complete silence and isolation have been a big part of my persecution. For the most part, if it weren't for my dogs, I wouldn't have a reason to say anything aloud all day, because I am always alone and have been for many years. God bless my 87-year-old mother who makes sure she hears from me at least once every day, and doesn't let two days go by without hunting me down to hear my voice. It is a shame what my mother has had to watch me go through in this second life. She was always my biggest fan when I was a professional bodybuilder. She managed to follow me around the country as I helped people get fit and be healthy, many times speaking in front of crowds of hundreds and even thousands. That topic is for another day. Severe solitude is a very cruel form of punishment and mind control. Most people cannot handle it and resort to suicide, if possible. I have often thought of suicide, but in all honesty, I don't have the guts to pull it off. I guess I'm here for the long-haul, no matter what they dish out to me. Or what they don't dish out to me. My isolation is one of deprivation and lack; nothing good has come of it except that now, during this Bastard Pandemic, Covid19, I am actually doing better than most. Being already separated from the world has me totally unaffected by what is currently affecting the entire world as a whole. That's right: I am actually in the world but not of it. Yes, my training and preparation for these times have been long and hard, but here I am sitting on top of the heap, looking down. It is not that my life is easy or one that should be envied. That is just how it is. Here is a quote from actor Robert Blake: "The envier is always the one that hurts and the envied is always the one who feels secure." Even though I have been put on the shelf for 18 years, it doesn't seem to be enough for my haters. I am still envied by narcissistic neighbors, perpetrator siblings, and persecutors who I've never met. With that being said, I can admit that I actually do feel secure. God has my back like He always has. And I wouldn't change places with my perpetrators for anything in this world. ### If anyone has gotten my book, you know that I included a picture of myself with Dr. Franco Columbu at Gold's Gym in Venice, California. Of course, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of photos taken of me back in the day, and I included only a few.
I heard of Franco's death last week, and something kicked off grief in me that lasted for days. I think I was grieving my life as I was knew it. Back then, I had important people around me at all times; each of us were trend setters, shakers and movers. They were nothing like the lowlife Satanists, freemason Gangstalkers and thieves that surround me today. Unfortunately, they also harass my old friends; making them send me emails and occasional communications that make me upset (I am sorry they bother you and probably threaten you.) This is why I stay at a far distance from the people I once loved and shared my life with, though I hold those memories close to my heart, which often helps me make it through another day. This is also why I hadn't stayed in contact with Franco throughout the years. I didn't want him to be harassed or lied-to about me. I could go on for pages on how different my life is today, but I will focus on Franco instead. We did an ongoing column together called, Body by Franco w/ Tina Plakinger, for IronMan magazine. We would usually meet at his office is West Los Angeles where the interview would take place, before he would treat me to a fish dinner at some nice nearby restaurant. He was always a perfect gentleman and someone who knew how to love life and appreciate beauty to its fullest. If you don't know about Franco Columbu, you must look him up, for he was a strongman back in the day. He would blow up hot water bottles until they exploded! He could also pull tractor trucks behind him with a rope over his shoulder. He was truly an amazing chiropractor, as well. I hold my memories of our time together very close to my heart. For that strongman has made me a strongwoman today! Rest in peace, my friend. Rest in peace. For you have left your legacy here on earth for many to learn from. One thing I want to add: The filming of your movie about life in Sardinia, Italy, where you introduce your mother to the world, was enjoyed by both myself and Dr. Leroy Perry of the International Sports Medicine Institute in West Los Angeles. Something so precious that I was invited to participate in and will never forget. Losing you has kicked up the loss of myself in many ways and brings tears to my eyes, yet thinking of how strong you were makes me remember how strong I am. Thank you for everything. I will see you in the afterlife, God willing. ### It's been 12 weeks since I returned to my home in Georgia and ended up pulling my hamstring. I am still not sure if I pulled it completely off the sit-down bone or if I have simply shredded the muscle fibers that go up the back of the thigh, around the crotch area and up into the buttocks. Even with all my crazy bodybuilding and powerlifting days, I've never injured myself to this degree, nor have I ever been in a situation as such where I have no doctors, chiropractors, sports medicine gurus in my back pocket. So, it's just me and Jesus.
Yesterday, while feeling a bit blue and non productive, I decided to listen to a doctor talk about injuries that just don't seem to heal. Interestingly, he was adamant about taking Vitamin C in large doses. He claims that without Vitamin C, the body cannot heal itself. So, I ordered a large bottle of low acidity Vitamin C and will start my quest next week. I am thinking this could be the answer because, though I do take many supplements, Vitamin C is not one of them. Also, stress robs our body of Vitamin C. Can you imagine how many Targeted Individuals, who are gang stalked and harassed, are running around depleted of this vital nutrient; unable to heal or function on a high level? I remember many moons ago, reading a book about Vitamin C by Linus Pauling. He actually claimed that Vitamin C could cure a person of Cancer. Sometimes, with all the fancy formulas being pushed our way, we forget about the basics. It goes along the same lines as forgetting about the disinfectant and mold killing qualities of using simple bleach. We go out and spend hundreds of dollars on fancy schmancy cleaners, when a $5 bottle of bleach will do the trick. Years ago, I wrote and published an article in Flex Magazine called, "Back to the Basics". It was along these same lines. All types of new fitness equipment was coming onto the bodybuilding scene; they were all wonderful and fun to use, but when it came to results, I needed to go back to the basics. I will post an update on my findings and results. In the meantime, being targeted robs us of Vitamin C. Perhaps, you may want to get out there and get yourself some. Stay in the Fight. Focus on Jesus. Live One day at a Time, And together, we can do this thing. God bless you. My first TI email contact, Mr. Byrd, a southern gentleman who was one of the first people to purchase my book, just reminded me that I have been lax on my blog. He didn't have to tell me that. I already knew. Two of my biggest difficulties are picking up the 100-pound telephone to say hello to someone, and putting into words by way of a blog exactly what I am feeling, for the whole world to know.
I had been busy with revolving the month of July around the topic of Suicide. It was due to the sudden death of Zeph Daniel's daughter, Francesca, who passed away one year ago Feb. 18 by suicide. I was fairly new to the world of YouTube videos when I learned about Zeph Daniel's daughter, and it was also a week or so after my book was hot off the press. I had been listening to The Zeph Report for nearly a year, and was so enthralled with the things I heard, that I list Mr. Daniel in my resource section of the book. Suicide is a tough topic for some people, and I am sorry to say that I have lost a few subscribers. One in particular goes by the handle of E H; I miss this person's comments very much. If you are reading this, I apologize if I hurt your feelings, and I hope you decide to join me once again. With you gone, less people are helped. That's right: each person who contributes under my vlogs helps others make it through another day. For some of you, that is your job. I want to thank all my followers, encouragers, and enemies for making my vlogs possible. I particularly am fond of the locals who live around me who holler and scream while I am filming. My subscribers pick that up right away and it certainly adds flavor to my already interesting messages. Please don't stop. It is my time now to use you as free entertainment. Remember: We stay in the fight! We focus on Jesus. We live one day at a time, and together we can do this thing! God bless you. Just want to share with you that Treading On Serpents will be displayed this year at the L.A. Times Book Festival in los Angeles. This annual event will be held on April 13-14th at the University of Southern California. If any of you get over there, let me know.
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If you like what you see and hear, subscribe to my channel. Be sure to click on the bell, so you will be notified when a new reading is posted. We have a date for the second Chicago T.I. Rally: April 27th, 2019
Last year, I did attend, though I got soaked from a rain downpour and left early. I was so proud of myself for taking the train downtown and showing up! I'd been isolated for years and wasn't sure about the whole thing, but I knew if I didn't go, I'd beat myself up. The night before, we were all invited to Portillo's for a gathering. Though, I struggled with the whole "intermingling" thing, my mother and I took a cab downtown. We reluctantly visited with the rest of the TIs, who came from all over the United States. I was uptight and honestly couldn't wait to get back home to my comfort zone. It was a normal reaction for anyone to have, considering the years of being isolated from any human beings who were good, kind and had my best interest at heart. I had been living in the woods in Hamilton, Georgia, for five years, where the community was only interested in raping me, in every way imaginable, and using me for their entertainment! I can't say my mother's neighbors here in Chicago are much better, but that's the way it is when you are put on a gangstalking/harassment list. As Zeph Daniel from The Zeph Report says, "It is everybody, everywhere, all the time". Nevertheless, I met other T.I.s who were fun and full of life, even though they were beat up by the deception, meanness, and constant torture from gangstalking perpetrators. We actually laughed at the craziness we go through on a daily basis. It was healing because, by showing up, I began the process of coming out of my shell. I highly recommend anyone who is targeted to try to show up for this Rally. If not for the Rally, you can come to the gathering, of others like yourself, the night before. You can do what I did: show up for two hours and leave. The enemy wants you to be in your little room and stay isolated. Bust through those walls and stay in the fight! I have made a few Youtuber friends like Swanie1, who may show up from Michigan. You can check out his channel. Also, NexxLevel will be coming in from Michigan; his channel is fun, especially his LIVE chats. We'd also like to get Sgt. Scott Sepanek (IamtheVet.com / TheSpiritualMarine.com) to take a road trip from sunny California and visit the Windy City. I will find out more information on lodging and will post it soon. ### Well, I have finally uploaded six daily readings from my book, Treading On Serpents. They can be found on You Tube. The dates are January 1 through January 6. I am fumbling around with some new equipment and will be back on the set shortly. A big shout out and thanks to all my subscribers. You guys are awesome. As far as 'not wearing red' ….. I will eliminate that color from my sparse "Chicago" wardrobe; as I am still on an extended visit here in the Windy City. As far as wearing long skirts and dresses ….. no comment as of right now.
To my subscribers who fight the good fight with the Freemasons, Trolls, and Satanists who leave nasty, hateful comments on my channel: God bless you! |
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