It signaled that there was voicemail. This was an old voicemail and I was pretty sure it was a robocall message as I had been getting many of those.

When I decided to dial in and delete it, as mentioned before, I discovered that the SIM card was offline, Then it came online again and went to 3G. It later went to 4G.

I just dialed in. I have no voice mail messages, but the symbol that says that I do is still there.

Okay. Time to admit that I thought that the robocalls weren’t genuine. (Keep in mind that I have been dealing with this for over 16 years. I am a scientist. I can analyze things and spot patterns.)

This phone is not an android. I bought it on purpose. I can’t tether with it and there are other things that I can’t do with it, but if I need to make a call and don’t want too much interference, I put my regular SIM card into that phone.

The last time I did that, I did get cut off, probably because whoever it was wanted to listen to my voice while I made the call. He’s had a thing for wanting to listen to my voice for a long time.

This reminds me of the time when I stupidly had written somewhere (LinkedIn, I believe) that I looked forward to reconnecting with an old friend in the US. She was at the Knight Poynter Institute, but lives in California now, hails from India. We got disconnected so many times, forcing us to reconnect, no matter what medium we used that we gave up. This was on 13 August 2018.

I didn’t want this person to be impacted by the nonsense on my end any more than that and have let her be since.

(Otherwise, she might have been someone to cooperate with, too.)

There was someone in the UK, too, that I reached out to, a consultant who among other things had lived in the Netherlands and worked with Shell. We had things in common but there were also many difference. It could be great basis for cooperation. Games were played with that, too. The mistake I seemed to have made was that I reached out to her at two postal addresses and that one was at the University of Portsmouth. I later received my letter back without envelope or explanation, in a Royal Mail envelope.

Please note that a prince is a royal male. Word games like that have often been played, though there was no obvious connotation this time.

She communicated with me on a new phone for which I had given the number in my letter, and that I only accessed away from my home. When I got home after having read that message, I found the same message on my equipment at home.

I’ll reboot the phone now to see what happens. (Still there.)