MIssing 411 Remote Viewing Project

The Divine Nino There is nothing I hate more than pedophiles, and very few things I hate as much as pedophiles. I was near abducted when I was six, down the street from my house in Southern California. It took me years to realize what exactly happened. I saw a man who lived down the street from me kiss a young teen boy (my neighbor) open mouth. "Movie kissing" is what I remember calling it. I told his mother, because, well, it seemed wrong for that man to do that. Well, sometime later, I was playing outside (down the street from my home) when a van came tearing up next to me. Two teen boys jumped out and tried to grab me. I remember a thick man with glasses driving the van, yelling at them to hurry up. I fought them. I screamed, bit and clawed. Thankfully a woman came up behind the van, hit it with her bumper, and started honking her horn, screaming for someone to call the cops. The teens ran back to the van, and the van sped off.  I remember clearly the ...