Anthony: Back from Rio

I do not like the obsessing entity or entities that I have. I kept hearing them while walking along the beaches of Ipanema, Leblon, Copacabana, and Leme, sipping suco de melancía, listening to Portuguese lessons in my hotel room. They seem to solely exist to bother me. They have said that they want me to work in pornography, but they do not follow up. They make racist and sexual comments, often repeating themselves, and swear all the time. I didn't want to stay in Rio with them.

On August 1, I took a cab to the Santos Dumont airport in Rio to try to get on the same August 2 flight as my sister. I wanted to surprise her on the flight home — I was supposed to leave on August 11. I paid USD$135.00 to change my flight from Rio to Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo to SFO. I took a final walk along Copacabana at night to listen to a woman who played guitar and sang along the beach between two circular food bars. Then the next day, I took a taxi from my hotel to the international airport. Along the freeway, the taxi broke down and the driver flagged down an official taxi. The taxi crossed two lanes of traffic while I dragged my lugged in front of the first taxi. I switched cabs. The new driver would get the R$70.00 fare. (He paid the first driver some money to make a fair trade.)

At 4:45 PM on August 2, I walked up to my sister sitting in a food court in the Sao Paulo-Guarulhos International Airport and gave her a hug. She told me that she had written in her journal that she would be traveling back home with someone, even taking the Marin Airporter with the person. She couldn't think of who the person might be.

Since I've been back, I've been thinking about seeing a medical intuitive. I arranged a last minute trip to another state, but changed plans when I discovered the price would be $2,500.00. With taxi and hotel and food, the whole trip would cost around $3,700.00. That would cover the cost of two months in Abadiania if I turned around and went back to see John of God.

Of course, I start classes on August 16. But I cannot enjoy the beaches in Rio or take classes with this possession by discarnate or incarnate entities. (I really have no idea what's going on. I just know that the cause isn't neurological and I don't have schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder, or bipolar disorder.) So my first priority is getting rid of this thing.

I have about ten days to get my teeth cleaned and plan another trip back to Brasil for mid-August. I have written a letter to a staff person at the Casa, explaining the obstacles of my last trip. (Even now this stupid entity wants to write this weblog entry. It keeps typing letters that I don't want to type and I have to delete them.) I think I need to spend more time talking to mediums of the Casa.