I found drawings of my parents and witness myself being drawn. Her outfit is accurate indifferent.

[Nicholas Forystek]

I also find a coin Philip V is on and it strikes my memory as the man who cut her stomach open to deliver me and my twin sister. His hair is very similar to Louis X of France. but mine in natural growth resembles Louis X of France. It gets the same length, before it's too heavy and stays that length from falling out, and it attempts to make a curl, but not even 1/4th at the lengths end. Philips does curl, fully it looks at his similar length to his brother. From other picture evidence in this era, my hair was dyed blonde for what must had been enough of the 20 years frozen that it lasted without dye until I was in the 6th grade. If for chance the water I heard nightly was a tide and not a water elevator operated by hand for the era, so only nightly, then I was born in the UK, otherwise Fort Snelling MN USA, but I believe much of all the information in accumulation that I've found.

My in-law relatives, if I were like similarly to imagine I was genetic related, I would be in the following sect: Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Methodist, Orthodox, Lutheran, Baptist, Catholic, and Christian. Circumcised twice on the same penis, (not the cloned two or malpractice lawsuit donor of an exhibit in a jar attempt) once in Beverly Hills, just a drive time difference away in Naples Florida more is remove, and I am Baptized at the Apple Valley Baptist Church in Apple Valley Minnesota.

I notice a coin as well, that has my outfit and is of an infant king mortal side "Jean I Roy de France" blasphemy side "le Posthume", isn't that special, so that must be the drawing of me, it's dated 1830 by the grading company. I found out where my middle name Randall comes from. A high school drawing teacher, Randy Lage. He asked us this multiple-choice question: "If you, say you are an artist for hire and your hired to do the commission of a high-profile person to draw, (drawing is how you earn your income), someone that is extremely rich, and this person has a hideous mole on their face just big and huge and hairs coming out of it grotesque to the max, do you A) commemorate the memory of the person as exact as with in your abilities to do so and draw the blemish B) leave the blemish out or offer the choice and possibly offend the person, but maybe they would ask to do so in make the memory of the person last in different light without it C) go with whatever the person may want, even if against your moral as an artist to draw the person not exactly and in turn maybe offends you by asking D) draw attention from the blemish by techniques of focus, or lessoning the blemish effectively engaging the audience to avoid the situation effectively in lasting memory of the person E) lastly maybe you do determine that you don't need the money and play sick, risking the benefactor of client word of mouth business or fail the opportunity you need the gig for house payments."

After listening to students respond with their answers, he told us the answer is F) all of the above. It really is.

Probably not exactly how he words it. But I have a swelling on my head on the coin that is also shown in the first instance of memory I have in the USA. Due to the photograph for the paper woke my vision, but it was only an hour. then about 20 years cold. I wrote two timelines because the intro damage isn't sorted in recalling memory of events happened in discern and deception. So, I wrote the duality of sorting out every moment, which isn't much of the 600 years. Out of the ICE BOXES begins but I still have trouble forced into artificial induced comatose for about 6 years, that congratulations! Mydnage.com results are back! it's a, either 28-year-old or 47-year-old, but he put down 41. I'm younger then the like the 99th percentile of people or something. Surely, if I lived out my life normal timed in 1316, I'm long gone to anyone in the world's population today, that is pretty young. But the 47 is accurate experienced in growing, I just can't make sense of 6 years for abducted and toyed with whom sent me pictures? or had my in-law family keeping them somehow yet didn't get to that adoption in time before abducted for six. Oo, hey I have an idea to make your demon me go away, and you're going to like it! Earthen date when your flesh is in existence, Logical Date more like a starting date, and Experienced Date absents the sleep experienced from your logical date. All three those need to be present birth records if you don't shut up. Born day, womb way and birthday, port authority stay.


Timeline of my memory ascending (an earlier draft than the one posted, whereas I'm still unblocking memory, for instance, the county does not find my birth record to be an adoption, in a secondary perfect world it should be, in a perfect world, I would not know the people on my MN birth record as I'm born in the UK, so it is a 3rd world and not perfect. Ever hear "the grass is always greener on the other side of the road?" A high school teacher seems to think France is worth 48 billion, maybe it is greener that in rule belonged to my perfect world family, as Simba stands up to Scar. I want to tell everyone else who looks at me shifty that much, is be stepped on repeatedly not having the opportunity, a I'm only 5-days old in the big battle to save my mother and kin urgent, my father already dead as I'm born).
Timeline of my memory
• 1316 AD (5 days total, after premature born)
• This date is based off of where I think the source maybe likely correct as far as the year and recorded to the year with historians and the events. This memory is extremely faded and took some 47 years for me to even recall recently. There is another single hour or so that also has a great fade, but I recall that first and it is only 20 years from my final revival and healed of the wounds by a male and female doctor in around 1972. This skip in the pond from 1316 to 1951 really shows a depth fade. I used to notice the same in around high school thinking of grade school. How as time goes on you may recall stuff but thinking in actual context of take the look back it has a heavier fade then stuff yesterday, and these were profound and the only way I know it’s true as I’m not granted anything of reference or talk to the effect I learn, rather I eventually work past some issues and uncover blocked memory between 1972-1979 which brought to more reference of not yet recalled where the womb is in my life I come out of. Also when a woman’s water breaks it is significant that all orifices of the youth growing have become a ready state, mainly senses. With out that much, there is not so much awareness even though the senses may be active, and some not. So while I sat on the grass, I wouldn’t know I’m sensing the sun cycles, or that I’m hurt, not really even conscious with it.
• Life begins with men cutting myself and a twin sister out of our mother with a sword or large knife while she is alive speaking in a language I did not learn to know what she is saying, if it was a list of everything she is guilty for before she dies, it absolutely was forgiven by God is not letting her voice through, forgiven, in blocked from passing it on, more likely she was cursing in French, the assailants are speaking in English and she is tied up in a horse stable with a stone block floor. Finding some artist renditions for the period not having photography, she was wearing elegant satin catholic wear with crosses too. About four or five men total, whom I’ve come to recognize from recent silver coin depiction, is Philip, and he was new to English, they are wearing basic leather outfits top to bottom, not extremely fancy but neither extremely poor, the main thug is admiring the blade he is stealing and used, they have a lot of silver things, weapons, crowns, necklaces, rings, pouches with coin, and two men drag her off to join the fate of the Lord of the castle. Checking the genders, they decide upon keeping the female, and some horses are rounded up to accompany their own from which they came, and are preparing to leave. Considered to be the discarded, my genitals are tied to the end of one of the horse’s tail hair, and the men and the horses ride away from the castle. I recall the jerking around at first the horse starts running, and they go to a door that draw strings down, and decide to turn back to a different door that goes to the court yard to the main gate and I’m really being flown around when they are running full speed out. Just past a main bridge entry to the castle, I fall off at what now looks to be a modern road, but was only grass at the time next to a dirt road back then.
• I’m not sure how many days pass, I think some 5 days is likely accurate, and it is a very strange feeling al though the sun is cycling, the environment feels like no other in neutral temperature, as if temperature doesn’t exist, and I think it is truly that, man creates snow dubbed the Cold War, via German science and before that the feeling is not warm or hot, it is oddly different then temperature at all. I also hear an ocean, but it is night time and two men on horses come to the castle spotting me on the ground, and decided on passing me up to go find something suitable to wrap me in with in the castle. One man returns with an ornate gypsy style pattern cloth sheet and wraps me in it and brings me to the castle. He is wearing something like Robin Hood’s merry man would wear a brown robe. Upon entering the court area of the castle there is two bodies impaled by large spikes as if dropped on them and up high, they also have no heads. From what I gather, that is the mother whom gave birth and the Lord of the castle, whom I don’t see until that point with no head. When inside, he uses a hand torch and carries me through the castle lighting some other torches on the walls of twisted iron affixed to the walls with decorative drapes and such also held up by black iron forges structures embedded in the castle walls. The man also gives me a quick run down of rooms walking through each one explaining in English like, “this is the kitchen” and that “this is my home.”
• On his way to a small room with a frame out the wall is a big book, and he reads or writes or both in a book with a feather pen, then he brings me back through a different path explaining more rooms, until we reach a room with arcs on the walls, the smaller of room with arc on the walls, not the church/mass or entertaining large cathedral like room with arcs, it seems to have a bed in the second portion of it stepping up, but in the first there is also a guillotine and in the second is a iron forged crude box. Arriving at a two part room the other man is there and they discuss what happen, to the Lord of the castle, as his head was found in the guillotine, they spare me from seeing or already removed it, the man carrying me tells the other man to go to the pantry and get ice or ice packs, out of the freezer, Due to the two men knowing placement of rooms and such, I think they maybe were paid help arriving for the morning. he brings me up a step level to the second part of the rooms where a bed is at that has elegant drapes just as the walls, and a machine in the opposed end of the bed across the room, and he places me in the machine. When the other man arrives with his request from the kitchen he dumps the whole bowel in with me apologizing that my parents are no longer and closes it I can only describe it as a magnet unfelt but it takes your mind off. Maybe even a ticking just before you don’t notice you’re not present with existence.
• To the best of my knowledge this castle is located in Dinan, France and is called Chateau de Dinan. The pictures I was able to find match with all I’ve seen 100% from the horse stable to hallways and even a very strange draw bridge that was not taken but reviewed as the men left on horse, carrying much, they decided the horses might have trouble. It is a very steep draw bridge door that doesn’t bridge, but maybe was loading dock for horse draw trailers. Every room even the cathedral worship like shrine the man walks by on the way to what is also shown, where the book was, a inlet in the wall in a lesser attractive room, possibly secret, the circular stairs and what is not shown is the cathedral portion spans down by a railing to where there is a double wall nook like a little tunnel in the wall, it all exists in my memory much the same as from the online pictures for Chateau de Dinan only in my memory there was much more iron structures on the walls, like torches, and drape holders with big faction drapes that covered walls. Seeking on the internet for images of John or his parents, I do find artist renditions of Clementia I of Hungary that matches the type of wear of the woman who gave birth to us, where there is a compliment picture of Louis X of France, on similar canvas paper, in a better search, as well lower quality black and whites dominate the results, derived from these two no doubt. Louis X, as fancy as his hair style isn’t, for a king, I do think it was fancy, if I compare it to my own when I let my hair grow long as I could naturally, my hair exhibits the exact same length before gets no longer falling out, and the exact same attempt to curl right at the length the same..
• 1379 AD (2 hours roughly, otherwise in the Lalique)
• The castle is moved to its current location; from where about Tintagel Castle is in the UK to Dinan France to preserve the exterior from further ocean climate damage. The same man whom put me in the box, of brown robe, whom also said it would be my home now (As last boy standing, and the man appearing to be staff of the grounds, that is like his ultimate perfect job never taking me out the box he put me in, no work tending to the lord of the castle now don’t need but the space for the box, I think he’s a victorious opportunist when I think about it…), opens up the box briefly while I’m a muse and the same room that it were in, it is in but the appearance is more like the way pictured online today, but filled with stuff as if temporary storage for a move. The muse is for a coin, a king of France bronze medal. Also normal large needled vaccinations that they period of time people were getting in their shoulder was also given to me. Carefully, 18 years is probably accurate to move a medieval castle. But the machine is only open while the artist renders me and the vaccination is administered. Not but an hour or so, then back to slumber.
• 1951 AD (2 hours roughly, exchanged to mini fridges)
• Assuming the articles date that runs coast to coast in many newspapers August 5th-8th 1951, with a picture of my aunts, each holding a child, one alive and gnawing on the finger of one aunt and the other looking total not with it, signs of bruising and cauliflower ear discussed in the article in the 70’s that brought back memory of 1316, they are both wearing nurse robes plain white robes, which was common in WWII, she remained a nurse wearing her nursing orthopedics to the last day I seen her and probably still today. She is very old, if she is even still with us, I’m not certain. The captions under the image say I am a girl, both children are, or all four people in the picture I should say are labeled as female I think, the journalism is corrupt for 6 names for a 4 people picture. But, I have this memory of she is possibly carrying me from like a Mound High school Dance or something to a local sail boat shop, or her father’s home at the time I think. There is other signs that I believe she maybe was nurse at the nearest hospital in this area, Waconia, MN. She and some other nurses are done for the day and begin walking together home and she is carrying me, the other ladies break off to their own path eventually and we are the only ones walking the furthest, to a location in Mound, MN. In between Waconia, MN and Mound, MN there is nothing but mild grass hills, there is not any businesses, homes or roads.
• 1972 AD (5 days total, after hospital still birth revival)
• All I can make out is voices of a man and a woman to the left of me talking about fixing me up and addressing the cauliflower ear. Turns out it’s something I just picked up, but because of my overall state of bruising and swollen member, they begin a antibiotic and other drug regiment IV and that is all I can recall for that moment. But I still wont notice any of this until I’m much older and soul search for memory of my beginning, after unblocked some hardships that occur at this date, where I’m still 6 days old, and my known birthdates where I am more like 6 years and not developed in the brain enough from all the trauma about to occur, I wont see the machine until 2003 or so and I wont even know what it is for another 15 years after that.
• My next memory is foggy of sight, as well, a ruminated vision has come before in the truth and I got a colorful impression of a man at a medical refrigerator, when that did not happen, after that vision however, I do find recognition in my mind of the man, and he as involved, but I only remember to the my best guess one Michelle Forystek, removing me from a medical refrigerator with a glass window and a lowly temp and placing me in the car like she is bringing her new born home from the hospital, while it does look cute like that, she is a medical technician, and she drives from Somerset, CA, El Dorado county, all the way down to Hermosa Beach I believe, where there is a beach flat she seems to be the only one present when we enter, and she places me down like I’m shoes and wont be leaving the entry way, and proceeds into her home as if someone who just got home from work would. There are green tiles and cubicle style walling for a bedroom in the main open room of the place. That is the last I see of her, Jacques Forystek, in my belief comes by and picks me up after going in to the house and talking with her or something rather, grabs me on his way out and drives us to Universal City.
• Entering one of the studio with two other people one holding me, one with a camera behind me, and Jacques, it reminds me of S.N.L. openings in later years where they are walking down the hall way until they get to the studio audience which is no different, soon as we get to the hallway exit in to the studio bleachers, he administers a shot that I can only guess is water because my eyes sight gets drastically better at that point, but it’s still pretty fuzzy, and there is about 5 other people already standing near a makeshift set, all men except one lady, one of the men says “no camera’s” and it appears like a man and a woman are in rehearsal, with a few crew men holding equipment or something, and as he puts the needle in his pocket and picks me up from the other persons hands and begins to walk me over to the lady actress she falls down from upright standing. So as people are scramming tending to her he beings me by her bending down using his knees and legs holding me as if he is still going to hand me to her, and then he says “oh well, I guess I could help, I don’t know what I’m doing standing here holding the baby” and so he looks around and there is a make shift quarter room set like on sitcoms and it has of all things a European style box wood crib with baby blankets and such and a fake blue window with a glow of light opaque blue. He places me in the crib, and everyone leaves the studio carrying her out saying “we should probably bring her outside while we wait for the ambulance.” So everyone left. Then the lights turn off and it’s only a blue lit nursery window, the rest of the studio was blacker then night. A little while later the doctor comes back puts a blanket over me and removes me to bring me around the mountain to a Beverly Hill church to be circumcised, then meets up with my Thomas Forystek Sr. in front of the studio entrance outside and Thomas puts me in his vehicle. Then he proceeds to drive cross country to Naples FL. Where, after seeing my private member, he decides the priest didn’t take enough off, and brings me to a Naples FL church to have more foreskin removed, and the priest is not okay with it, until a stink is raised and they both call back to CA to either the doctor or the priest there, and get the okay and do so. Next I’m placed in a Naples FL beach side apartment in a baby crib in the kitchen, with a girl that appears about 2 years old, my best guess is that she is Nicole Forystek, where my known raising mother to date, Mary Forystek has an apartment on the beach with her girlfriend at that time.
• The two year old girl with black hair climbs out the crib and leaves, shortly there after Mary Forystek removes me from the crib with a extremely uncertainty on her face, I’m not sure what it is, but she drives to the Florida Keys where Jase Forystek and Deborah Forystek lived and then she returns to Naples and Jase Forystek follows, or meets her there, when we part at a parking lot on the beach, we go out to the beach sand and Thomas Forystek Jr. goes running ahead to play with a pale and a shovel in the sand, and Jase Forystek takes a picture of Mary Forystek holding me, on the beach which I still have, she is very good at keeping things and making memories like use of photos and hallmarks. We drive back to the Florida Keys, and only briefly, then she proceeds to drive to Apple Valley MN, to Thomas Forystek Sr. and her home, and he was already there.
• Not but a few days in, Thomas Forystek Jr. is going out to wait at the bus stop for school but comes back asking Mary Forystek if he can get a kitten and stay home instead, the lady whose house is by the bus stop has a box of free kittens. Our mother, Mary Forystek agrees, and so he goes to pick out a cat and comes back. Mary, preparing herself for the day, acknowledges the cat and continues to the bathroom putting on makeup and such, with the door open right down the hallway. Thomas Forystek Sr. is still in bed. She is back and forth to the bedroom and bathroom just down from the living room, when Thomas Forystek Jr. picked me up and put me on my back on the living room carpet, and grabs his cat by the arms talking about being nice to the baby. They had just put down a dog, for it being too over protective of my mother while she was tending to me, and it bit a neighbor while she was outside with us both, a boy who jumped the fence. It was very strange because she was attempting to breast feed and not lactating enough so she called it quits. So my Thomas Forystek Jr. wanted to make sure the cat knows to be nice, and is holding it by its arms after had removed my diaper, forcing the motion of it pet my private part to learn how to be nice, something about good touch bad touch I can’t really see anything but up on my back, but I feel a tug like a snag a couple times and he is wrestling with the kitten turned it’s nails to his hands instead trying to run away and gets all scratched up and drops the cat, then he goes to the kitchen to get scotch tape and comes back, then I feel what I can only describe as rushing blood internally and a slight blue balls testicle pain internally in the abdomen. Later my father finds out, that was my testicle, and he pulled it off, scotch taped me up, and went back into the kitchen put it in the blender (he said for holding, it’s a container) and grabbed a hand towel and came back and wrapped it around me like a diaper, a pretty good one I do think so. Then goes running down the hallway “mommy the cat cut me all over my hands what do I do?” She says “their just scratches, a lot of them, here, wash your hands really well with soap so that gems don’t cause an infection.” Then she proceeds to the living room, picks me up and walks me across the street to the lady still outside with free kittens to ask he if their safe for children if their house broken. In my mothers arms seeing these kittens I lead over reaching to grab them all the way down there on the ground, I was so ridiculous, but that’s when the lady already offended for my mom asking if their anything short of pure breed which she claims they are, notices my towel turning red, and snaps at my mother “what the f**k you crazy b**ch that is not a scratch give me him!” My mother get a horror face of fear over her face as she removed me from her arms and places me on the side walk and pulls a blood soaked towel off of me then runs into her home to call 911.
• In all from the castle to my first known actual home there is only the entry way of a Hermosa Beach flat, and approach to a Mound MN home that I don’t recall if my aunt carrying me entered or not in honesty, as far as house memories. As well, between 1316 and 1972 there is only ten injured days where it repeats a 5 day injury on day 10 with the clone tissue of replaced my legs, first was a work horse of the world and if you had the opportunity to do over, the king of the jungle, as elders are the kitten among cat breed, really were there for the opportunity to minimalist theory of passing. I don’t know how others view “king of the jungle” or “top of the food chain” and even “protected class from being food among man too” but to me is was always sort of easy to see, there’s no spot in the world they as a breed haven’t covered or checked out is how I see that. I believe in order to slaughter a pig for production of food happily you need permission from the cat as the zoo keeper to know it is okay, but doing the same to a cat is not, so it is all in together with their lead, and dog are similar if existential keep, but they both as class share arthritic qual9ities man does not in tire by bone structure, and that is par a horse power. There is even signs with history about the trace of a certain figure may very well fit or be speaking about my flesh exactly, that I think in courtly name, repeats in the states in city names, on the path during each 5 day period of the ten. For instance, Naples for Naples. An 1800’s bronze coin, medal not monetary money value, has the same negative imagry bruise or swelling as the image of me in the newspaper in 1951 as the horse damages were sustained the entire time in the machine. As well, relating to the B.B.C. quality analysis in “Antiques Road-show,” I had seen this machine once more in life, and didn’t have a view but the inside or iron the first time, I do notice it has what the Road-show explained on a totally different item, a lamp or something, that the feet style are hugely French, while the feet look similar like period they seem off to the item over all, but maybe I’m just wonder at any rate. The feet style is like a three toe talon design, when not talons but looks very similar like a bird foot. I only seen the back side of the machine this second time in or around 2003 from about 50 feet away. But it struck me as fine clock maker quality gold that am as old as crude iron forged.
• I black out from loss of blood.
• 1973-1978 AD (real time commences on day 11 of life)
• By this point, I am learning to walk starting with attempted to crawl but was injured and my whole pint of blood just on my first crawl, and have said my first word, “ma,” and nobody at that age is really egger if knows to address me about the past, and to this date they never will be least encyclopedia mentions or user based ones bias commentary on what really happened, citing itself in misinformation, never the less, it appears Britannica, World Book, and Wikipedia are clear on one thing, a infant king of France in 1316 who’s born king and for only 5 days. Further information is trivial at best, or down right used in offends the name by granting to anyone, maybe the nature of truth is survived by him self possibly not potentially, but two of the encyclopedia mention probable lost resting place as in where about he has gone off to.
• The mini refrigeration after just 20 years has set permanent nerve damage in minor portion of my body, for it’s inability to sustain cell life, not human life, as indefinite from growth or degrading, as is what the Lalique may do for fits only a small child, and the human life returns is the child is really the magic, due to the rebound rate of initial growth cell metabolism activity, and not the machines should be intended to operate that way but it has born itself so many various business uses in our everyday, such as light bulbs and soda compression sealing, least a called a safe.
• This period of life however is significant in that I am abducted from my fosters, and held in a artificial comatose while they use me and them, only to be returned not even recalled what happened until my eventually adopted parents perished. Two things I’ve seen in my lifetime and the area I am abducted from have me understanding the links in articles in newspapers for the timeline and events, but seemingly missing the crimes, of that is, wrongful sentencing still related to finding traces of what happened from my own perspective. These two things are “Michael Jackson’s the making of Thriller,” for makeup in Hollywood is honestly a lot more then just make up, prosthetics and not near miss seen for the time and cost of know how. The second thing is a celebrity wax figure museum, and this one is for the accuracy of replicated celebrities in real size. Those two things together could easily spell to me not os clearly that the foster parents are duplicated in the first 6 years of my life while I’m out cold in an artificial comatose. Two things alone don’t fit the bill, I mean; I am young and missing, so easily able stumped in and out of vague waken to take part in like its normal life going on, but what about others? For instance foster parents reporting me missing? My best guess is wrongful sentencing to confusion between criminals used myself as liaison guilt tripping, but they wrongful sentence to get them into isolation and there by giving time to master their image like the celebrity wax figure museum. They must be time confusing to do so. They even used the foster parent’s home, it was a twig light feature of normally otherwise well kept clean with furniture; these things of a house hold are introduced to a study when you are going through the adoption process. However this memory was very real very different. Nothing but extremely dirty carpet and empty rooms, and only nights in my memory not day times. I’m willing to bet they sold everything and are about to buy them cheap like a sorry, ransom of empathy. So this section will change around some as I describe what goes on in the changes to this page because I don’t fully know the timeline in what events are first and such, it occurs the most damage to my physical well being, unadulterated slavery happens before your age of 6, I am actually convinced the entire lifetime of my fosters in my life that they are my real parents, it is when they die I start to gain memory and how they say it is told me, so I know something is off more then usual or your average mix-up type of crime. It is confirmed, with myDNAge.com that I lost these years seemingly accordingly.
?• 1979 AD (official birth record year of USA adoption)
• Six hundred and sixty three years (or likely a even 666 partied to one of the seven wonders of the world then John 13:13 becomes the passage rather then John 13:16) and one month ago the November 16th abortion of the expected due date December 17th, is my legal United States Citizenship birth certificate and FBI missing date built of a composite of at least 4 children’s images, artifacts and information, also including a picture of a sweater of mine and description of a scar. Vital Statistic newspaper announcement sets the pace for this as my known birthday.



Timeline descending;
Thu, Jan 1st 1998 - Senior Year High School Graduation
Wed, Jan 1st 1997 - Junior Year of High School
Mon, Jan 1st 1996 -Sophomore Year of High School
Sun, Jan 1St 1995 - Freshman Year of High School
Sat, Jan 1st 1994 - 8th Grade of Middle School
Fri, Jan 1st 1993 - 7th Grade of Middle School
Wed, Jan 1st 1992 - 6th Grade of Middle School
Tue, Jan 1st 1991 - 5th Grade of Middle School
Mon, Jan 1st 1990 - 4th Grade of Middle School
Sun, Jan 1st 1989 - 3rd Grade of Elementary School
* Somewhere below this point happens a lot of injury that are important to me to find some time reference of as but I’m not really got much of a clue, instead I’m going to list them so I can keep track. 2 dental offices I enter, I don’t remember leaving, gassed. 2 critical head wounds, of 1 I lose enough blood my face caves in from the fracture of the other. I am cadaver orange head to toe once from losing all my blood through my scrotum gash, the stitches for that were in until I was about 8. The Greenleaf elementary teacher before Mary wound up in jail, the open wall plan era of kindergarten, poked me with a needle and I passed out walking home, right in front of a home I was also drugged at in a secret Santa party, a motorist stopped to see if I was okay and followed me the half a block way to talk to Thoams Sr I suppose making sure I lived there, not even seen Thomas Sr come to pick me up and leave with the partner girl, that I was removed from class, probably about the bulk of stitches showing in my pants at nap lessons. After this point in time, there is two more skill altering head wounds. I blocked most stuff before this time out automatically until age 37ish and 5 years later still sorting it out with this timeline. Mary would call just to be sure I am alive, I nearly got sour like I should be offended. I didn’t know it’s so valid.
Fri, Jan 1st 1988 - 1st quarter of 3rd Grade of Kindergarten
Thu, Jan 1st 1987 - 2nd Grade of 2nd Grade of Kindergarten
Wed, Jan 1st 1986 - 1st Grade of Kindergarten
Fri, Jan 1st 1982 - Mary Goes to Jail for 4 Years
Thu, Jan 1st 1981 - Lamma's Class
Tue, Jan 1st 1980 - Preschool
Mon, Dec 17th 1979 - Vital statistics (date accuracy 100%)
Mon, Jan 1st 1979 - Kindergarten
A newspaper article soon after Dec 17th prints Vital Statistic birthdays, among them are no names of children only a parent and address. Thomas Forystek's. Two different Sunday schools are started, day care was at New Horizons. We change Sunday schools for the move, and are in normal school too, while they put me in mass and not with the children, we were asked if we like maybe rather not go to Sunday school as well, Mary was single parent raising two boys and it was a lot for her, and I didn't get what was going on or find mass particular interesting as coloring or craft projects. I thought, and school pictures show, I look like normal size around these dates, because emaciated IV fed in an artificial comatose would grow quite slow. Banishing is neither frozen nor comatose, all three are different, but French is another word for queer, and queer is a spade plate in a smorgasbord so as the actual box likely causes most of all the physical sustained damages received exiting and trying to stand up, it has a queer effect of impact that the Earth beats you up with. The only other extremes I can think of to get outside the average queer span is lobotomy and ghosted, brain or body, pick on because out cold in-between is like those three? That’s French Jean in a Box, Jeanie in a Bottle, hey! Maybe she exists that I’m looking for to fix this extroverted planet plug stopped up on life here, not seemingly with you all, only mine is busted me as furniture and it shouldn’t have talked. Some was abuse, most of all of it including 1316 but that is a different country strict in not processes here, a matter of diplomacy, and vice versa. Screw them, I hate travel, it’s possession I want in the U.S. way, not really caring for you may do that just like anyone else, since it is so long going on in my face unknown, I’ll put it on the record. Not like you ever downed me in attempted so many times. Plus, you're going to live forever not me. Half, half fun!
Tue, Oct 31st 1978 - Estranged by my Fosters (date accuracy 57%)
An article hits the newspapers claiming, "two charged with selling baby." To the effect then prior to this date, Mary has been in jail for four years wrongfully committed to crimes unjust to the truth. This lady who abducted me appears very similar to Mary Kay of the cosmetic brand, if so, were Mary's grandma, it then explains a many of false leading articles that have a common link of William or Williams. Mary, uncertain Kay Williams is her mother, may had been the lady who dropped in Universal City and has not truly been alive since 1953. Making these "entertainer hacks" of newspaper articles forcing legal underwrite to have to have some form of reference to Kay unable to speak for herself between the two Mary's Kay's mother and daughter. While Mary Kay is a makeup mogul, Kay is an actress whose career abruptly stops in 1953, media indicates she gets married has an only child, a son, and liquidates her CA estate. Her real name maybe protected as an entertainer insured when she's not able talk for herself. It is my belief it was not Mary Kay but a good fake, whom out the corner of mt conscious I recall just as she told me to come along, drops an infant into the pool of children in a carry seat. The child is Justin Frankle, and Bea Arthur is framed as impersonating Mary meanwhile the man really impersonating, is photographed as a woman being escorted from the Bloomington Minnesota hostage situation, he brought me to, by an off-duty officer in plain clothes. The lady he is said escorting had a trench coat on and was gripping it closed and my impression is that I am unconscious under his coat even so if not, he is obviously carrying something large under it. The photo is on a full page spread of a different hostage situation news. Personally, I believe it to be the same and the terrorists are getting away broke a deal as hostages tunneling to nearby but far for tunneling, bowling alley to stage a fake situation.
Wed, May 4th 1977 - Past curfew is now Law (date accuracy 50%)
Between this period and 1979 all the events seem it happen after sundown. I don't know how I get back to the Apple Valley home but I am waking periodically in a bed and short tasks happen so foggy minded I don't recall my own life and stuff that was all happening. What my skin tone and facial muscle as well body over type over all indicates after the day experiences come back is that I am being held in artificial comatose and IV fed for short scenes awakening that criminals are using the night time to not arouse others suspension.
Tue, May 4th 1976 - Enlisted the Air Force (date accuracy 45%)
An uncle, Mary's only biological sibling of three siblings two are cousins before she and her brother are adopted at somewhere of age four, is rushing me barely conscious on a baggage handler dolly into a plane garage of the air forces at MSP and stops at a decorated soldier looking down at me and says "he looks dead to you?" Nicky, the name of the uncle, can't talk has to go, critically like he only snuck out. The sweater is show cased on a crime network as belonging to a missing person in 1962, that person's profile mentions the shape of my vaccination scar and has the would be expected date of Dec 17th if not ideal torment aborts one month before due for maximum loss of readily senses which is indicated by the water breaking. Dec 17th will also become my future legal US birth date in 1979. The FBI.gov website still pictures the sweater under missing person William Ebeneezer Jones Jr. but it looks like I must have been thrown out a moving car. Stated "it was not worn when he went missing."
Tue, Apr 1st 1975 - Abducted out of LAX (date accuracy 45%)
Mary while going to see her grandma in Gary Indiana buys two tickets for us to travel by plane and they have a connecting flight in California starting in Minnesota as odd as that pattern is, there is a reason. During the stop in the LAX airport, she rents a car and meets up with someone while I wait in the car. Very brief was her meeting and then we are heading back to the airport to continue to Indiana. In the airport every ten minutes was a strict rules advisory that enforced nobody whom is not checking in with flight tickets is to be at the counters because of crowding. On the other side of the terminal halls near ticket counters are pools of children congregating alone near coin TV's because no parents were allowing checking with children whom are not. So, she does the same putting a blue button up knit sweater on me, and puts my ticket in a front pocket of it just in case, and proceeds to tell me she will be quick as she can and that I should wait here with the other children. I am, and I am looking around aimlessly when I hear "come on, let's go" and what appears like Mary with a different coat I only see from behind and start walking as fast as I can to catch up and she boards a plane before I catch up, and I slip right through the ticket checker and get on the same plane. Seeing the lady, I followed I sit down in a seat same row. She gets up and sits behind one row. I am peeking through the seats at her seemingly like something isn't right, so I just stay seated where I am. After takeoff the crew coming around noticed I am alone seated and starts questioning, where is my adult party. I have no response but they notice a ticket sticking out of my pocket and so they remove it. The lady speaks up "he sees lost, that is my seat in front of me I moved" Noticing my destination to be on the wrong plane he asks if I am "Nicholas Forystek" reading the ticket. The lady speaks up again "oh, is that my great grandson? we've never met, no wonder why he followed me, he must had recognized me." By the end of the flight, it is determined that this lady is diligent party to return me to Mary, as we were on a plane returning to Minneapolis, where I departed from. She rents a car and, in the car, asks if I am hungry stating she may have something at her house she is unsure bug will think of something, she also says "I don't usually do this sort of thing I am otherwise a really nice person, honest." Regardless of if it was Mary's real grandmother or an act, she was raised adopted and doesn't know her real mother. Those words are this lady's confession to abducting me. We stop at a big building near the airport and I follow her in. I am trailing behind far enough she turns a corner and I don't are her turning it too but it is in one hall way. I think the last corner I have a lapse moment I am wondering where I am going as she walks by me the other way and I have to look around full circle before I remember I am with this other lady "ma" isn't around anymore daunting like it is over too, as far as I messed up. The lady got something from a guard at a podium and hands it to a little girl, then the lady goes up to the teller style bars window gets irate with the clerk, pulls up her skirt and kicks a door then then proceeds to leave as I just stand there, sort of lost her again walking back. She walks right by me on her way out and half way between me and the door indicates for "your with me come on" so I start to walk that way and the guard at the door is on the outside closing it and locking it, more guards start closing in on her and tell everyone in this lobby to get against the wall and sit down people begin to panic and the little girl starts in with claims the vents above as gassing us and says "her put thus over your mouth and nose so you don't breathe the gas," however it was the gas. A foul wretched stretch knocks me out and all I remember thinking just before so is why me? Why is this girl giving me the only cloth anyone has; does not she need it? Nobody else has one.
Sun, Mar 31st 1974 - Blood Shed (date accuracy 70%)
In Apple Valley at the known residency of my first place called my home in USA Thomas Sr. is already there by time Mary arrives. She is a flight attendant so she leaves for semi days of a week at a time depending on her schedule demands. Thomas Sr. is watching over me in those times and he brings me to Apple Valley Baptist church to get me baptized. I am dunked in the water. By this time, I have said my first word "ma" and somewhat crawled thus far. Soon as I said ma, everyone was excited and Thomas Sr began to say "say dad, say da?" Then Thomas Jr. said "say T.J." so I got my work cut out for me. Complex demands and what not. A very dark period of life is about to occur so excuse my date accuracy, in fact, every date up until 1979 could be in question for accuracy. Long story short I lose my whole pint of blood when Thomas Jr. involves me with his mew kitten, that did the damage I can't even raise my head enough to look while on my back at what happen, and I have a testicle external for part of a day that leaves me with stitches in my groin and all this before I was able to walk. I managed to learn to walk too but have not learned anymore words since the first word.
Mon, Feb 18th 1974 - Road Trip (date accuracy 70%)
Thomas Forystek Sr drives from Universal City California to Naples Florida, when we arrive, he noticed I was not circumcised enough so he goes to a church to get it corrected and the church has a moral issue, prompting they call someone at the first, I am not sure if it was the man they call or the church that preformed it. They allow it to proceed again. Thomas brings me to a beach front apartment building or hotel in Naples where in the kitchen is a woos frame baby crib, he places me in, a dark haired two-year-old girl I believe to be Nicole Forystek is already in the crib, and when Thomas leaves, she climbs out when adults were around. I still am about maybe 10 days old logically and just lay there on my back. Mary Forystek picks me up out the crib and drives me to the Florida Keys where Nicole and her parents live then Mary drives me, while Jace Forystek and Thomas Jr. follow back to Naples, and we go to the beach. Mary is explaining the sand path and that I probably never seen a beach before when Thomas Jr. goes running right by us with a toy shovel and pale. Mary goes back to the apartment to get a blanket from the crib to shelter the sun while Jace takes photographs of her holding me on the beach I still have the digital scan of. Mary proceeds to take me on another road trip from Naples Florida to Apple Valley Minnesota.
Thu, Feb 14th 1974 - Dethawed in the E.R. (date accuracy 50%)
There is a ding and a circular clock on a wall my window glass pane views in an office like room with medical supplies. A woman comes to remove me from the refrigerator and carries me into the hallway of a typical E.R. with a desk and wide-open halls for rushing in stretchers when walks out the glass door entrance. Puts me down in the passenger side of the car and drives the car away. It is a long ride maybe four hours along to our right is steep short mountain terrain right into the ocean variant heavy green. vegetation going down. She arrives at her home, appearing to be a Hermosa beach flat interior decorated with deep greens tiles and such. She places me right by the entry way sets down her things like a long day at work and continues into the flat. It has a semi open ceiling wall plan, more like partitions not extending to the ceiling. I don't see her again. A man arrives, goes on in passing by me, then comes back later picks me up and takes me with him. That is the last I will see of any banishing in a box or froze in a refrigerator. I get to grow on past day 5 from here on, it still isn't perfect a perfect world but no longer will I be called Ice Box. But I think that is a really cool name for me. The man drives me to Universal City and two others met meets up with him as they walk carrying me, one holds me, another holds a camera and the man administers a shot to me all during entering a studio. They kind with a bleacher seating audio audience, I think is empty but has that hallway going through them that they are walking and administrating a shot arriving upon what appears to be a closed rehearsal of a couple surrounding them is some equipment crew, but the lady drops to the floor upon the man trying to present me to her. He goes as far as holding me above her as if she will come too, the others attending to her. He decides to put me down and help them, so he places me in the fabricated TV set behind them which has a European style baby crib, which us just four soft wood walls not but a foot high in what looks like a small nursery setting. Everyone leaves carrying the woman outside, as said bring her out there and wait for the ambulance. They turn down the lights which don't make much light anyway, yet one light stays on, an opaque baby blue window in the nursery. The man returns to get me a d brings me around the mountain range to be circumcised at a church in Beverly Hills, the. back to the studio nursery to wait. One last time he comes to pick me up and bring me outside where he exchanges words with Thomas Forystek Sr., they put me in the passenger side of Thomas's van and part ways.
Fri, Nov 16th 1973 - Finally a hospital (date accuracy 40%)
I titled this event like I may expect one! I can't see but I hear a male talking with a female about administering an antibiotic and Demerol IV while removing something white from my ear that was not an infection but just something I stuck to me. Then no conscious again. The white thing stuck to my ear is in the 1951 picture too for certain few qualities difference in black and white prints in many newspapers. Much later in life, in fact recent, I learn from newspapers and the internet that the lady is Michelle Forystek, as seen in an article pictured next to Mary Forystek's sister in-law whom is not a Forystek, but is a nurse, and the man is Jacques Monod from what the internet tells me, in his Noble Prize-winning recognition, was maybe a half-brother to Thomas Forystek Sr.
Sun, Aug 5th 1951 - A Flash of Light (date accuracy 92.9%)
My eyes begin to come to focus after a reporter using one of the cameras with a flash bowel as big as a flood light flashes a picture of whom I've known in my US life as an aunt, is holding me next to her is her twin sister holding another baby and the picture I found is in newspapers coast to coast by from Auh 5th to Aug 8th 1951. Both sisters are wearing WWI nursing robes, plain white robes, the other child appears to be new born but awake and teething from multiple quality prints the eyes of that child are open in the picture. I am not awake. I show signs of cranium damage from lack of oxygen and bruising from hoofs as well a larger wrap up she is covering holding me in has titled we are all four girls in the picture no signs of the box, birthday suit nor crown. The location is Waconia where now is a hospital at the time stared as just some beds for tending to the sick. After the picture was taken, both ladies and some more begin walking away from the facility, one by one over mild rolling grass hills with no other business houses or roads in sight each lady breaks off from the group to their own destination, until it us just Elaine Forystek and I, named as Frances Forystek walking the furthest, approaches a home with no others around, that is still there today, in Mound. But that is where it ends, I am out of conscious again before she reaches it.
Wed, Nov 16th 1379 - France History Notes (date accuracy 99%)
Chateau de Dinan is noted to had been erected in Dinan France in this year. Online where pictures are still available of this castle today as a historic monument the internet says it is an open house you may tour. Chateau de Dinan is an exact match for the castle I am born in. It shows signs in France of coral like exterior weathering with no salt water around and even has less than perfect walls that brick looks to be broken into sections and re-rocked showing a mending difference in color of in-between bricks.
Sat, Dec 17th 1328 - Box Opening (date accuracy 80%)
The box I am in opens and the same man is speaking with another man he is having drawn me and he asked to excuse the clutter, by this point the room looked like furniture storage. He explains he is preparing to move. He also begins to read notes and holds a metal straw, wider than a straw with angle cut. Inserts it into my arm and breaks a little packet open and pours it into the other end of the straw. He seems satisfied he did it correctly and so they sit and he lets the man draw me for an hour or so. He places a very basic crown on a pillow in the box with me behind me. He will open the box a few times more periodically and not have it open for long, he is only administering booster vaccinations same way. I do have one out of body experience thinking back, and it was my soul falling into an ash hold in the castle I get the sense there is ancestry remains and the statue tomb room with a strange 2nd story drop to overlook it in-between the flags, is just for show. He puts my parents in with the quarter of a story high ceiling ashes beneath.
Wed, Nov 16th 1328 - Death of my sister (date accuracy 75%)
I don't know this for sure but it is recorded in a bias opinionated encyclopedia of the people as my mother's death date, other encyclopedia does not list her any more then that she is Louis X King of France's Queen. This date would place my sister at about the age of puberty. I think that information is significant to know what Wikipedia meant by our mother perished after moves her valuables to a church, when the church burnt down. Thay are talking about attempted heir assorting her to the then King of France after Louis X whom is Philip V, an uncle. At puberty he would dispose of her before she can give birth or become an adult. As otherwise locked up, she would be rightful owner to heir and succession Philip would not want to see possible further as also not granting without her control override, away with the church fire framing.
Sun, Nov 21st 1316 - Banished by Staff (date accuracy 95%)
Some days pass and I hear water and see the sun, even a fog like mist in the forest ahead each evening lying in the dirt. There is something of a skin ball swollen large as or bigger than my head. I believe it is accurate as said the days I lay there because Philip V indicated they had four more castles to rob on the same stretch of bluffs, all neighbors and they probably did it one a night, then maybe returned somewhere or gloated which alerted help, or possibly it was staff who come in only once a week to prep for the owners as rich folk. Either way two men on horses come driving in and notice me in the dirt, they indicate leaving me for now to go in and find something suitable to wrap me to pick me up. One does come back with something. As he is driving his horse back into the castle. There are two headless bodies impaled with spikes through the groin and the spine, one story up as if thrown from the fourth story castle roof, headless. The man proceeds to lite a hand torch and enters the castle lighting twisted iron fixed torches in the walls and down a long corridor. As he is walking, he says "this is your home now, I can give you a quick tour if you like, this room is for..." as he walks through some arriving at a destination tiny nook room, he sets me down and opens large book. Reading, he then flips pages and grabs a feather dipping it in ink and writes in the book. Carrying me, he says we can see some more really quickly. States what room we are in. There is a cathedral ball room, a worship obelisk, a dining, a horse training, an outhouse inhouse, we arrive at a large bedroom and he is talking with the other man about the bodies as there is a guillotine in the room. There are huge iron bar drape hangings with massive shield shaped drapes with something like faction crests sewn and fitted to each arch of the room wall structures. Asking the man to go get him some things from the pantry, the ice cool it's what is with the vegetables. Not sure both was what he meant, when he said "with the vegetables." He walks to the other partition of the room and shows me a bare pole of a bed canopy otherwise very ornate each other pole covered and matching the bed spread except for the canopy sheets have dangling silver charms and it was what I am wearing because the clothing was all adult and the bed spreads way too big. At the end of the bed, opposite wall across from, is a black iron box he places me in. The second man returns, with a bowl of ice cool and vegetables and he explains he needs some ice cool and he dumps the whole bowel of white stuff in with me and we wait. He reaches in and cracks some ice cool chemical pouch and apologizes my parents are no more and closes the box.
Tue, Nov 16th 1316 - My Mother's Lover (date accuracy 70%)
This maybe my father, the only thing I know is it is a castle occupant related to my mother, probably lover as indicated or father, but I do not ever see a head of this person.
Tue, Nov 16th 1316 - Death of my mother (date accuracy 98.9%)
In all that I remember from this area, my mother was the only one that didn’t speak English. Philip V spoke broken English with an accent heavily French, and I think my mother spoke Hungarian, she only spoke to me for some reason, brief moments as she was being dragged by her bound hands off to quote “her lover’s fate.” I don’t see what happens until I’m found and brought into the castle, there was a view of the two bodies as I was being jerked around but it wasn’t spoken what was going on, and even then, I don’t speak any language, nothing out of the ordinary for an infant, some people in society or mental banter are a little crazy on that subjective. I guess I didn’t understand that was going on, thinking back, I remember a few little instances where I’m treated like a this is all my setup to gain crowns of France and Engle or that my parents set me up on it and that is I take the role today, same venture. I'd rather practice memory as it is vital to development, and I think time does correct some things not just in due find, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be considerably time correctly, least the information. So, while I know there’s no justice in lead attorney can’t cross borders, I do know what is right in humanity and I wouldn't want to look like a sit-down fool and maybe it’s pretty remarkable how I end up here if really were a will power of a great man in me gene, King Louis X, all heart and will aside, fact and honesty is needed to be historical, whether or not the internet can control to be so, I once thought big names like Britanica do, even if they ever made an internet version, and that I only trust the old many set books which I haven’t found again yet to check, only World Book at the library which merely lists John I of France among Kings of France, for the year 1316. These people maybe actors that don’t have anything to do with the real and it is my family in a crash and burn nut shell. Or maybe the historical internet is accurate, I really don’t desire finding out in my situation by going there, however would cherish to see the castle again, or my modest crown and lavish sheet of a birthday suit. At any rate, the castle of Dinan France is about 4 stories high, and there are strange spikes that are about two stories high in the court yard, it appears my mother and “her lover” were headless, and thrown from the fourth impaled by the spikes and left there for show. It could be Louis X but I’m not sure.
Tue, Nov 16th 1316 - Born Premature by C-section (date accuracy 98.9%)
Unconventional to put it nicely of an operation, myself and a twin sister are born into a torturous scene by the hand of Philip V of France as seen in a brilliant silver coin matched my memory, and three other men, holding the male of the castle already murdered, and our mother tied bound in a horse stall as Philip V crude opens her stomach with a blade. There is a large catholic rosary around her neck in the way, and she is wearing satin evening gown type of shawl robe as if taken out if her bed sleeping and bound up in the horse stalls. Checking our genders, he maintains holding my sister and is asked by another man what they should do with my mother? He indicates there was not enough coin in the pouch sacs found but for all the silver they had draped on themselves and horses, she gets to join the fate of her lover and is dragged away by two men. A fourth man asks what should be done with me? His answer was disposing of me however ye see fit. The man uses horse tail hair of one of two horses they are also taking, and ties my penis with it and places me sitting on the horse's ass. The two men come back and the four of them get on four horses, my sister riding in front of Philip V's lap and on the 6th, horse is only carrying silver cargo, so are the men, as much as they can wear or carry, looking like Mr. T silver editions, crowns, weapons, dinner ware in all they begin to ride away to a door he thinks he noticed they can exit with. I fall immediately off the butt of a horse and am jerked around as it trots. They arrive at a door and hand crank a draw string until the door is diagonal touching ground and he decides the horses will break their legs with all the silver and that steep a decline. The proceed back to the horse stalls and exit into the courtyard and to the front entry leading to a bridge and I am jerking around quite a lot and can see water pretty far down as I am jerked something like about to fly over into it then back, and forth and back and when they are off the cobble stone castle and bridge floors the go full horse speed on the dirt road and I finally fall off, swollen and hoof beaten just past the bridge in the dirt.