The first time I heard Steeleye Span was in very early 1981 at a party in Hyattsville at a hippie house, very Joni Mitchell-looking austere greys and ochres light, cold rooms no heat winter older hippies I was young punk Jamie went way back – now I realize they were from the pedophile crowd with Tom Wolfe’s son, all that got my FIL booted from the position he held as Fort Meade Army Base Chaplain trafficking his children in the sex rings where they went to Florida in a Cadillac with Charlie Watt and came back set up selling acid via CIA (they were made young teen fronts) to College Park students in the early-mid 70’s. Meanwhile I was being MK Ultra’d into the Forever Family and used in satanic rituals in Job’s Daughters in Catonsville.
Steve Gilman was Jamie’s best friend and his father was the Washington DC City Planner. When Max was six weeks old we went in the green van I used to sell at the flea markets and festivals (SOWEBO pics) to Steve’s parents’ Maine estate, a fantastic old lodge and restaurant. It rivalled anything you may see in Twin Peaks. They had a retired racehorse there all alone in a pen in the woods. I rode it. That was surreal. I had just had a VBAC and episiotomy six weeks before and rode a huge, bony wild-eyed shell-shocked human-contact-deprived ex-racehorse in the woods in September in Maine, a horse who ‘did not know me from Adam’ yet because of my confidence trusted me.
I think of these things with the words Steeleye Span. The music follows.
The unravelling of the web of deceit I had fallen under when marrying K. went downhill quite rapidly after this interview, posted here for posterity, for testimony to truth. It is profound, looking back at the perspective the soul has taken, and the place of suffering in its choices.
Sound and silence are not juxtaposed, for when one gets past the narratives, thoughts, distractions, to their place of being, the creation sound, that frequency of joy and love for nothing identified is the nirvana bliss of The All.
Cymatics is used to control us, is why language was weaponized, so as speech occurs the planned agendas were carried out. The same with symbols, colors, names.
Music, the 440Hertz scale, embedded imagery in broadcast signals and recorded media, refresh rates which entrain the brain and control thoughts, moods, the endocrine system, turning on and off switches for disease, 5G to drop us all and prevent souls from translating beyond the veil…
Was this why The Christ taught the Essenes – and instructed his disciples to carry on this message – to eat living food with intact biophotonic light energy, and to remove the parasites, thus removing the fallen angel alien DNA from their systems? Is that the programmable DNA, not humans? Is that it?
Because the reptilians, the vril, they are the spawn of Yaldabaoth, Lucifer, the serpent seed.
Could it be this simple, that all their efforts to imprison us in a world of sound, the weaponized food, water, biological systems of insects, molds, yeasts, the air laden with adhesives, heavy metals, dried blood products, vaccines including the FunVax to shut off pineal glands, because WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE GENETICALLY?
Yes.
They tell us there is “too much space junk” and yet satellites are assigned to surveillance human beings, and an entire industry exists in which people sell rights of use, coordinating with intelligence agencies, military branches and maintaining orbit patterns. The very last barn my horse Devon was at before I had to put him down (a Morgellons victim, a victim of the crime against humanity as we all are, I had to lease him out to be be able to afford the holistic healing remedies I needed, since the medical establishment condoned my cabal-planned murder with Lyme Disease they refused to diagnose and treat, so Devon was fatally lamed – NEVER LEASE A HORSE YOU LOVE, IS MY ADVICE), that last barn was managed by – I can not make this up – a very obese (parasite-ridden) ex-Army veteran (25 year tour, she said) who reported to Tysons Corner and Quantico weekly, and carried with her a laptop in which she sold the contracts for targeting people, and I pretty much said to myself this is crazier than Morgellons. That was the moment I realized that they had even made my own horse a target.
At home I put aluminum foil on all of my tower-facing, non-treed windows. After a month of hearing pops and taps, to the eye they looked fine, but on a moonless night I put lights outside to illuminate them and took photographs: they were full of pinholes in arrays like the pattern from a shotgun shell.
So I began to sleep behind a wall of stacked water bottles. That’s when I began making organite. I’d been teaching people how to do the nanobaths since 2016 on Facebook already. Fasting, becoming vegetarian, and the fermented cabbage all began that same month, June 2017. I’d been deworming and detoxing since December 2015 for the Morgellons and Lyme already. Now this was war. My name means Victory. My own mother who used me in MK Ultra experiments named me that, and I am certain that that was her own inner light, however dimmed, who chose that name. That light is my light. You gnow that.
Tomorrow is the TARGETED INDIVIDUALS PROTEST MARCH in Washington, D.C. If you plan to go, meet in the morning at 1600 Constitution Avenue, NW (I do not have the time, the previous day’s schedule started with a 10AM meeting, check HERE for last minute changes).
This is rather a rambling post. I was inspired by the listening I finished earlier of this Mooji satsang The Power of Silence and having gotten around to looking at these two short videos on Russian experiments changing DNA with frequency. I might have not chosen to get back online – or do anything electricity-dependent at ALL, as it is well after midnight – but a new building resident came in noisily, and he truly is making my heart sad. He’s an addict, but trying to survive the struggle as best he can, that is clear. He works; he’s typical of the assault on humanity the Sackler family and entire cabal have underway with “the opiate epidemic”. So I thought, after a few hours of observing thoughts/not thinking, that I’d write.
I’m really no one. No one wants to hear my voice, listen to my stories, hear me sing lullabies or say good night to them. Because of the MK Ultra targeting and gangstalking, and the effect my secretly cross-dressing ex-husband (of one day less than two years marriage, I was his “I’m not really ___” trophy wife) DC newsman had on my family – he is a consummate liar, a perfect skeleton-in-closet-keeping narcissicist who delights in the actually-illegal insurance policy he keeps on me which he wrote into the divorce I had no ability to defend myself against, and he himself is a tool to make my family hate me. Because of this perp and louche I don’t get called “Mom” or “Gramma” anymore. It’s going on five years now, with my son and granddaughter, and eight for my daughter. I’ve decoded the ‘whos and the hows’ of it, and why I was put in the program at birth. Why my life was derailed, who derailed it, and the significance of mine and my my children’s lineage as well. And my granddaughter Emily’s. Extra teeth, red hair and all.
I write about it here because that IS-ness within me is my LIGHT, THE LIGHT the same as YOUR LIGHT.
It’s a gift that Master Mooji was graced to humanity at this time, and others too. I am only one person, I can’t “stay on top of” all the things (as my granddaughter would say, I can hear it in her ten year old voice – see? THE MEMORY TRAP). So much pitted against us. Look at the skies, what is being hidden, the effects upon the earth, the psychopaths in power. Imagining the resources they are using to literally aerosolize spray and HAARP every foot of skies under the dome of our earth, and as I looked this evening at their so-obvious spraying over the area the black sun is “setting”, which is south/south west, and then looked toward one of the other two luminaries they were also still heavily spraying in the southeasterly direction, well, I just shook my head and chose non-thought.
I believe that this silence we seek is exactly what is needed, and the space they cannot invade.
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This is a world in which children are a teased, prodded, tantalized, traumatized, tortured, raped, cannibalized and eaten alive and murdered in order that the fallen angel “alien” dieties (the Annunaki of Mesopotamia and Sumer provide the most evidence, but it precedes those ages), who do not have the mitochondrial capacity body type to metabolize light energy in food, so they harvest children, adults, animals – all living things.
My first memory was waking up at age nine months, tied into a metal-barred white-enamelled crib spread-eagled, held down in an X-shaped crucifix form of ACE Bandages, in pain, unable to move. That is my first memory.
My mother was a Washington, D.C. cardiac research nurse and I was used in government experiments to monitor my reaction to what was being done to me. My body functions of urination and defecation were controlled with diuetics, laxatives and enemas. I was kept sedated on Paregoric, a Class-5 liquid opiate, and forced to live on my back.
After two years of this, my mother’s brother who had been an Air Force Pilot in the Korean War, and had become an architect an gentleman farmer who built the grotto in Emmittsburg, MD, the Marian Visions of the Black Sun took place at, discovered what was being done to me after I had been released from the crib and my father raped me on the kitchen counter. When he left for the day (he had been in the US Navy in their band for four years on a ship, and was getting his Bachelors Degree in Music at the U of MD), I went to the bathroom and got the bottle of Bayer’s children’s orange-flavored aspirin and ate the hole bottle, to try to kill myself. I had already pulled the shells of my two turtles off, hiding behind the couch, so see what dying was. My mother has told me, because I liked the orange taste of baby aspirin, and apparently had a lot of it those two years in the crib being data-collected for the CIA’s MK Ultra pilot projects Monarch and Mannequin, that it would kill me. I needed to know what dead was. So I killed Tinkerbell and Sam, and, sobbing, ate the baby aspirin, crawled under my parents bed, and a thunderstorm came. My stomach hurt and I cried. My mother found me and made it all even worse by making me drink some awful yellow syrup (Ipecac), and I vomited. When my father came home I was whipped with a belt. I couldn’t count yet, but at some point I passed out.
My uncle took me from my parents to his farm in Flintstone, Maryland. Since I was only two, and he had to work (he was building the hospital that was in Cumberland), and my three cousins (one, P.B., was in the Montauk projects while he was in the Navy, and was severely damaged, and he became a medical officer at Fort Detrick, where in 1996 he would tell me they made AIDS) were not much older than I was, my uncle put a dog harness on me and attached the dog chain to it and an old bulldozer tire which he filled with sand and toys, and placed it at the edge of the tributary to the Potomac River that ran through his farm. A cooler with drinks and sandwiches was there and the chain was just the right length to prevent me from drowning. That was the summer of 1961 and I was two. He knew that was a much safer existence for me that what my parents were using me for. This caused a lot of tension, but I am grateful for his intervention, although it didn’t last long, it saved my life, I am sure. I was able to visit his farm until age ten. He too was under attack, like his own uncles, he resisted the cabal, refused to become a Freemason, and he died an unnatural death prematurely.
My nightmares were of hiding from Nazi stormtroopers with dogs, and I was protecting my brothers and other kids, hiding us in walls, cabinets, cellars, and hanging upside-down from the silver-plated box springs of beds, the aluminum-flake metal getting into
Another of my first Photoshop pieces in 1997 now. The doll behind me was my mother’s. I used dolls cathartically.
my eyes, holding onto their arms and legs as they were discovered and pulled out of our hiding places. The dogs ripped at our clothing, bit our faces and bodies, snarling. Many were lost like this. I learned to use my forearm to pry open their jaws, and with my left hand, push their snout back, poking my fingers into their eyes. It only slowed them down, but it was self-defense.
This is just the beginning. Now I have decoded much of it. Here’s my “bio”, leaving out the part about my “second husband”, a newsman in the nation’s capital who is secretly a wanna-be transgender (he uses herbs and dresses cross in private, afraid to be discovered) who conspired to have me murdered in 2012. Miraculously, the shotgun shell missed my skull by a fraction of an inch, although it burned me. After the lifetime of MK Ultra, V2K, the satanic ritual abuse, the sabotage, destabilizing, the persecution, the killing of loved ones, the surviving “accidents:, arson attempts, being targeted by the gang in Fulton Hill in Richmond, losing my business, my animals, my home my art my lifetime of work my vehicles my health – LYME AKA MORGELLONS INFECTED WITH SMARTDUST BY THEM – I lost my family.
I DO NOT BACK DOWN.
I HATED Walt Disney films: FANTASIA was my trigger film father forced me to watch for two days.
I hated caves, and still do. And parking garages, and tunnels. And sleeping bags. You know why. And suffocating and drowning. I have drowned three times and been revived, but that’s not the only count. Yet I love to climb the mountains!
I began speaking out in 2007 on MySpace, telling the world about the Bee Colony Collapse. When Facebook launched, I told all my “friends” repeatedly that it
is a voluntary CIA surveillance input database we are feeding ourselves into”.
I was ridiculed for that.
Now it is common knowledge.
For some reason, the only media I am “allowed” to use is WordPress, and that onlyand even then, it is hacked, posts are edited or removed. The youtube channels I have started are jammed. Videos have words replaced, moved around, lose meaning, no views, subscriber counts cap. Channels deleted. And I am constantly hacked. At first I thought it was my newsman ex, who I had to inform the VA state police and IC3 about in 2016. Now it’s the social credit scoring done by the cabal.
I have seen the UFO crafts – all kinds – since age 3 or 4 (at the farm first) and as recently as last month, twice in one week here. I have had premonitions of the coming cataclysm that we are facing now, my brother’s death, my mother’s suicide attempt when I was 11 (I stopped it, she was in a coma, naked, beet-red, covered in foam, slimy clear froth coming from her mouth).
I have experienced ghosts, poltergeist and demons in my space since childhood as well. Once a woman died while I was drawing her blood when I was in pre-med at a Johns Hopkins Hospital (it was peaceful, her spirit passed through both of us and circled the ceiling and left. It was tranquil and affirming, I was 22).
At age 5, on a Baltimore television show on WJZ13, I loved to watch at home on Sunday afternoons, the host was a kind hobo in a gray suit. During each show, the children would all free-dance to classical music the likes of Erik Satie: interpretive. At home I dance my heart out. My father got me a ticket to be on the show, drove me there in the Dodge in the photo on this page and when it was time to dance, I wouldn’t. I felt as if I didn’t belong there then. Lorenzo (the “hobo” host – Stu Kerr was his name) knelt in front of me as I sat in a folding chair alone, all the children dancing, and askjed me – the cameras rolling – why I wasn’t dancing with the other children. “Because I’m not a child”, I answered. I was beaten for that, and once home, received lashes with the buckle end of the belt on my bare bottom.
At seven I began calling the police on my parents, but after the second call, I stopped, I couldn’t walk for the wounds from the belt buckle and broken yardsticks on my buttocks, thighs and calves. I stopped crying then, a silent rebellion.
The church was an escape, and the school ignored every word I said. I dared not tell anyone else.
Occasionally I would awake at a different age, time or place. I’d draw it, write stories, and it was said that I had a great imagination, was a dreamer.
By age ten, my parents were divorced. My father, high in the Elks Lodge heirarchy, MA in Music Howard County teacher, deacon of our church impregnated a young neighbor and it gets worse. Mother, an ICU night nurse fulltime, made me stop playing anymore and be her personal slave Cinderella and she was Mommie-dearest. She had a man move in who was a Roman Catholic from Highlandtown, John Anthony Baronowski. He and she were big-time swingers. I was drugged alot and used at his parties when she was at work. He was a pimp in Baltimore and had a string of hookers, passing off a fake career as a Baltimore City Police Detective with a fake badge. I found this out from my best friend Susie Collum’s dad, who worked as an engineer at Westinghouse nearby. He had compassion for me because I was kind, and had the three brothers and running the house on my young shoulders. I did everything by sixth grade. Everything. My mother and “Mr. John” ‘swung’.
Here is a picture of a demon releasing from her. I took it. I saw it then.
Mr. John drugged me and tried to burn the house down with my brothers in it, and I saved us. He had left. That was in the middle of the night in February of 1970. My dog Dutchie saved us really. She jumped on my bed, barkig, despite the two “hot toddies” he had me drink because “couldn’t sleep because I feel like something bad is going to happen”. That something bad was pouring gasoline all over the kitchen curtains and setting the house on fire so they could collect on the Gerber Child Life Insurance Policies my mother had just taken out. She had had me bring her home the papers from Catonsville Elementary School. I asked for them in the office, Miss Hall gave them to me.
Someone in a video just said people are having problems remembering their past(s). Not me.
So here we were, me, Jay, Charlie and David, barefoot in snow, and I ran to Miss Bruchey’s next door and banged, calling the police and fire department. Mr. John came running up just as they arrived, and must have watched from a distance around the corner, then gone around the alley and come down the driveway from the back. He ran up and said “Thank God you got here, it’s horrible”, and pretended to cry. He threw himself on the ground and pretended he was suffering. I looked at him, a sixth grade girl, still outside in the snow barefoot, and screamed “YOU DID THIS!”
It gets worse… My mother drove up and he became a crisis actor.
After that I began to imagine them dying in a car accident, praying for forgiveness for the thoughts. In my dreams I tore him and other men’s eyes out, jumping on their backs from behind. I was staunchly virtuous, and suffered constant beatings, being burned, bruised, bones broken. My brothers… oh my god.
Charlie was driven to commit suicide at age 20, and event I had a vision of but could not stop. The other two are still alive, if you call it that.
So when the CIA came to collect their supersoldier in her twelfth grade year, I said no. Those are just a few high spots.
Here I am.
They (the Annunaki interdimensional parasites who rule this world) don’t let a person succeed who does that.
My great uncles suffered similar fates career-wise, Uncle Homer even losing his entire valley because he left the DuPont wing of Post WWII Operation Paperclip. He tried to get so far from them he bought an entire valley in California, and had to go in and out by plane, helicopter, or guywire and pulleys. (I even met a man online last year who grew up hearing about my great uncle!) – the movie Chinatown is about that land they flooded. They took his land. I ended up living with Uncle Homer on the farm he had after that in St. Mary’s County, Maryland. It’s Amish now. He’s long passed.
The early days of the projects involved extremely invasive methods with drug classes and handlers who had less finesse than the eighties and nineties. Also, the saturation and vernacular of commercial pop culture and children in the gamer world hadn’t biased interpretation of what was happening.
The MK Ultra ran out of Spring Grove State Hospital, just across the beltway bridge. We used to go watch the Leary LSD experiments on the weekends, and saw and heard what I don’t like to describe. The Catonsville Nine draft record burning was dome with chemicals mixed by a member who became my UMBC Physics instructor. Small world. My high school friend Will Wilson went on the paint Michael Jackson’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR album cover. He’s then one who took me to the CIA’s Forever Family cult.
I remember when the entities would visit me, and their forms which went through walls, or came through radios and televisions, like now, but more evident then. More visible.
My children made art about the cloning centers before they went to the dentist, who gave them fluoride treatments. Dear GOD I wish I had known then. I should have listened to their father, Jamie, my husband. He told me fluoride was used by the Nazis in concentration camps, but I didn’t understand yet. But he had already been fractured, himself a butterfly from DC used in sex trade as a child by his father, the then-Chaplain of Fort Meade Military Base. The clientele they were passed around in included being at the *author Tom Wolfe‘s home, and they were still friends with his clone son of same name, dress (white suit) and affectations. We “partied” together.
The images of my two children are black and white photographs I took, developed and printed. My daughter’s is infrared, my son’s is Tri-X. Note the starfish… sure you have.
After I was left homeless by this reptilian mass media shill whose YouTube banner literally is the station’s mast truck he operates, set up at Sandy Hook, the whole setup behind – he is the one who wrote “I’m in news, I lie for a living” publicly, in 2013 – and then I was targeted with Lyme and developed Morgellons Syndrome, the canary-in-the-coal-mine reaction true children of the Light with a high VMAT2 gene expression have. Because we are extra small, atom-sized, atom-us.
I’ll stop there. I’m grateful others speak out too. It helps to be specific. Makes a person more believable. Of course in the case of a child, then that’s different. I love you all, and each of us is a wayshower. There is great deception, and we cannot even conceive of what joy awaits us soon. We are refined by The Purifier, so stand. Or as I said in last night’s post, RISE ❤
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THREE POSTS IN ONE: THE UNIFIER IS TRUTH Blogpost 11August2019 (posted on the 12th)
The WP redirect BS again, 12:40Am 12Aug2019 https://wordpress.com/wp-login.php?redirect_to=https%3A%2F%2Fwordpress.com%2F
IT TOOK ME OVER 90 MINUTES TO GET ONLINE AND LOGGED INTO WORDPRESS. MOST PEOPLE WOULD HAVE GIVEN UP. THIS IS REALLY OVER-THE-TOP. I MUST BE SAYING SOMETHING THEY DON’T WANT HEARD. #PROOF
August 11, 2019 (But it’s 1:30AM on the 12th now)
“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge, because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shall be no priests to me, seeing thou hast forgotten the Law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.” – Hosea 4:6
THIS IS A THREE-PARTER.
P.S. (lol PRE-script!) Watch WANTED (jolie, freeman) then The Adjustment Bureau (damon) and think about the wizard past the elysium fields and the fact that all governments are nephilim and enchantment is the veil since their religion IS witchcraft.
FIRST SEGMENT: WHAT I WITNESSED THIS MORNING
To break up the morning, I decided to run an errand, but forgot something and had to return to the house. Then drove a different way, just for randomness, and at a stop sign looked up. The sky was almost cloudless. I saw in the distance over the trees past a municipal park two objects in the sky, floating and very bright and dynamic, yet not helium balloons (too large) or kites. I crossed the intersection and drove into the park, as they were still in my direct line of sight. As I was looking, they disappeared. I gathered their relative size and speed from the environment while parked, taking these two pictures.
Here is where I saw two celestial objects, one larger, one smaller, flying together. There was one on the right, which looked as if it was a humanoid-shaped figure in white, and the white around it was in motion, like plasma balls that created a form, the movement of which kept the figure materialized to my sight and moving. It seemed to have a red hem or sash, and what looked like a head. It was interacting with a smaller being, in similar form. This one had blue instead of red, and seemed to be looking to and following the larger apparition, which looked like it was guiding the form just to its left, and slightly lower and behind, as if on a path. The appearance of the two was as an adult leading a child by the hand, while the child looked about in wonder and the adult looked back at him (or her). They were above the trees seen here, and rose another short distance and then dematerialized.
It was 10:36 EST when I took the two photos. The sky was clear. I felt a sense of peace. I ran my errand, and have been processing what my third eye sees of this.
Did a small child pass away and was being led by an angel into heaven?
If so, would this sighting beyond the veil necessarily be local, as in, to this geographic area? It was near a hospital, and the beings I saw were above homes, roads… an urban area.
With The Destroyer upon us now, its elliptical transit so close this month (the reason for all the 5G GWEN DEW towers, to control people when they begin to lose it as has happened every other reset, though they are hiding this from the masses with their enchantments, pharmakiea and their sorcery, including the geoengineering climate change lie), at night I often see stars, and they are in unusual places now. North is no longer where it once was. The stars are angels, appointed in their transits. The sacred texts (this includes the bible as put forth by Religion, Inc, albeit that is watered down information) all reveal that the skies will change, the stars, the sun, the moon. They use the geoengineering to mask this. By morning their jets and crafts have made trails and clouds and whiteouts to hide the massive, striped Nibiru spanning the rims of the earth we call the horizon.
Are the beings I spotted perhaps local watchers? For I have seen similar, at night. And of course, the Ezekiel’s Wheel I photographed, which was featured by Steve Olsen on his ZionaziTube channel WSO before they deleted it (even the supposed backup copy is hacked, a great effort they go to indeed, to silence my voiced observations as a witness in these End Days.
#detoxplease
SECOND SEGMENT: TO ALL THE FANTASY, SCIENCE FICTION AND HEALTH WRITERS FOLLOWING MY BLOG
Thank you for following, may I first say. I see that a fair number of my blog’s followers are self-proclaimed writers of Fantasy, fiction or Sci-Fi. As well, many who blog about various health topics. You, health writers, I am not so concerned about. But you fiction authors, and Nanowrimo peeps, heed my warning: plagiarism is a crime. Intellectual property theft is serious business, especially when what one “lifts” or “is inspired to use as a character, plot, story model – whatever – is derived from the content of what I write, which is TRUTH. Hard-won truth attained through detoxification of the pineal gland and study of all that has been occulted (hidden) by the powers of this world to create deception, hide from the individual their TRUE IDENTITY AS A DIVINE CHILD OF THE LIGHT AND ONE WITH THE CREATOR, and harvest the trauma they foment as a utility source, which is even sold back to the masses for their financial profit. It is free energy to them because we are their human resources: NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH ELECTROGRAVITIC FREE ENERGY TESLA TRIED TO MAKE HUMANITY AWARE OF.
So if you – a Ravenclaw, for instance (get thee behind me satan) – make use of the enlightenment freely shared here, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS THEFT ETERNALLY.
DO YOU WANT THAT FATE?
This blog is Premium: the domain copyrights the content and this is intellectual property. Yes, I work here doing the Great Commision to save souls: yours included. If you identify with dark forces, you are out of your league here.
You have been advised.
SURVEILLANCE, HACKING, IDENTITY THEFT, AND THE COLLUSION OF GOVERNMENT AGENCIES TO FURTHER DARK AGENDA OF SECRETKEEPING (EX IN NEWS)
Since meeting him, after he lied to me that he ‘really wasn’t a crossdresser or gay, but just experimenting (air quotes here) since his soon-to-be-ex-wife emasculated him’ (that’s as close to his verbatim words as I can recall), and before his then-STBX contacted ME through my eBay account and threatened to blackmail HIM for his lingerie and corsets and wigs, thinking I was part of what she left him because of… I had just met him, heard the lies… there was dark stuff there and I was so, so naive, so blind. I had no idea then about detoxing! #GodsPlanIsPerfect I believed what he said. What a mistake. And then the online hacking of all I did began, including gangstalking by first the barn manager where I boarded my horse, who insisted he was cryptorchid (an undescended testicle) and was dangerous, when he was a perfect gentleman with perfect ground manners and perfectly gelded (RIP Devon, a victim of all I speak of here), the neighbors who screamed from their yard “we’re watching you!” put up to it by his STBX, then friends and family. It is all of a pattern of classic gangstalking and not worth giving cerebral real estate to. Her (his now-first-ex-wife) had been having an affair with and then married a known and self-proclaimed computer hacker. My blog then, named after my LLC called HOME – Our Home Farm, was hacked. So it began. But I recognized it from my previous work experience, having learned computers from DOS and up, software and hardware, to becoming multiplatform and Lan/Wan certified at server level including telephony and all peripherals – even mainframes before Y2K, during which I worked at NASA Goddard Space Flight Center. And before that, I had singlehandedly created the helpdesk AND RAN IT for the Archdiocese of Baltimore, and after working at NASA Goddard, I worked at the Discovery Channel… DURING ALL THESE CONTRACTS I WAS TIER 3/4 DESKTOP SUPPORT RUNNING EXCHANGE MAIL SERVERS, and I was a Macintosh specialist as well, creating dual boot systems with emulators (there’s more preceding and following technical ‘stuff’, but that’s enough to make my point): I have spent a fair amount of time in the trenches of viruses and malware, trojans and denial of service attacks.
I have therefore been hacked since 2008 and it’s almost 2020. They will never stop. This is what they do: they are dedicated to destroying God’s people. (Read up on VMAT2 here)
He forged my name electronically and filed taxes as if we were still married, although we were legally separated. He wrote online back then “I’m in news. I lie for a living.” The Ire-Ess kowtowed to him – as all entities did and still do – because he is a part of their beast machine. His banner ZionaziTube is a pic of the mast truck he drives at… SANDY HOOK. He’s proud of that.
That’s SICK. How could I make this up! The proof is all there.
So I do pray for him. Like the writers who, like crows (ravens) swoop down and pluck up shiny baubles, he’s hoping I’ll pass before my time and he can collect on the life insurance policy he took out on me without my knowledge and in the property and settlement agreement which HE WROTE, asked for and was awarded by the Baltimore County Court in the legally-sanctioned theft his affluent father paid lawyers to commit while he claimed he was poor and stole all I owned in my long life, although he and I were married one day less than two years. We had NO CHILDREN, NO PROPERTY except the F350 he took, although I had sold my truck I woned outright before we met and married (I was his ‘show-the world-he-was-straight-when-he’s-not trophy wife who in the first year figured his deception out, throw open the closets and said I DO NOT CONSENT TO YOUR SKELETONS – and he crushed me like a bug as reptilians do.
Or so he thought. The etymology of my name is Victory.
The bumpersticker you have seen REALLY says HE WHO DIES WITH THE MOST TOYS LOSES.
So, being targeted and interfered with, AKA hacked. In the last week, I have dealt with supervisors at the bank, my main shopping source, and my ISP. Twitter account infiltrated just enough to leave-the-gas-on breadcrumbs of changing the color scheme and reading notifications. Besides legacy back to April interference with these things, payment abilities, illegal external logon attempts to get into my main shopping account. My mail server as well (paid for, not government email AKA gmail). (Made by the folks who bring us the dark entities are being brought in daily and a videotaped human sacrifice, as well as their opening ceremony ritual celebrating Lucifer are available online for all the world to see, so hey, even THEY are the dark majority giving the semblance of privacy to the unwitting. A Shiva stands at CERN as their idol.)
I am looking right at the paper records of my meeting with the state police and the Internet Crime Commission. I reported these cyber attacks (and more) on June 11, 2016.
People who work for the beast think they are above the law.
What makes him dangerous is that so many think he’s a good guy: HA. FACADE. Someone, please, go into his garage and house: it will be full of all my things. At least those he didn’t sell or give away.
And this sad person has police level access to databases.
This is truly a fallen world.
Ephesians 6 speaks of people like that as the wickedness in high places.
What is being done to me and my online presence and activities is an attempt to stop my ability to purchase, to communicate, and to create. To research, to network, and to exist as we have all come to think is natural.
Why is this happening? BECAUSE I AM A WHISTLEBLOWER AND THIS IS HIGH ORDER.
#PSYCHICDRIVING
Not only do I call out those who were once close to me, like my DC newsman ex, and my adult daughter (perhaps also my son, but I pray not) who is likely the beneficiary on this highly illegal and nefarious for ill-gotten gain GANNETT life insurance policy that is UNDESERVED BY HIM AND UNWARRANTED LITERALLY, AS WE HAD NO CHILDREN OR OWNED SHARED PROPERTY OR INVESTMENTS AND WERE MARRIED LESS THAN TWO YEARS. MY EX IS THE PERSON OF INTEREST IN THE ADVENT OF MY PREMATURE DEATH OF ANY CAUSE. I pray I am wrong about my blood family possible involvement, but these things must be documented, and searchable, in the advent of malfeasance of any kind which affects my wellness and personhood.
I call out the medical system who refused to test me for Lyme Disease after a lifetime of tickbites in Maryland’s Patapsco Park I called my playground for decades, the family farms in Allegheny and St. Mary’s Counties, and residences in Pennsylvania and Virginia all my life (besides Maryland). The 300 acres on the James I was asked to survey on foot, hiking, on Memorial Day weekend in 2015 where I was attached to by 20-30 nymph ticks.
Washington DC, MD, PA, and VA are ALL TICK HOTBEDS.
I call out the entire Luciferian world.
YOU HYPROCRITES AND MONSTERS.
I call out the family – birth and married into – who participated in satanic ritual abuse and hurt all of us, my own family and Jamie’s, the father of my children. And all families intertwined with ours or not – for it is everywhere. The child molesters, the rapists, the soul-stealing narcissists who literally kills children, albeit slowly, over a lifetime, spanning all time.
I call out my parents. My mother (Do You Know This Face?) who I believe was an MK Ultra nurse in the nation’s capital, and USED ME IN THEIR EXPERIMENTS.
I call out my father who raped me before I was two. I remember EVERYTHING.
CIA MK Ultra Document dated 27 March 1959, partial, transcribed
MEMORANDUM FOR: THE RECORD
SUBJECT: Continuation of MKULTRA, Subproject 68
1. Subproject 68 is being continued as a means to support a research program, the effects opon human behavior of the repition of verbal signals. The program will be under the direction of D. (blacked out) Chairman of the Department of Psychiatry at (blacked out, but this could be looked up and connected). The program will be for a period of one year, starting 16 March 1959.
2. The scope of the project encompasses studies upon the effects of predetermined signals upon (a) physiological functions, (b) patterns of behavior. The immediate objectives of the program entail a study of methods to (a) improve the technique of heteropsychic driving (b) to investigate the range of physiological functions which can be changed by these procedures. More specifically, these studies include:
(1) A search for chemical agents which will breakdown the ongoing patterns for behavior: more rapidly more transitorily with less damage to the perceptive and cognitive capacities of the individual than the present physiological agents.
(2) An attempt to develop better methods of inactivating the patient during the period of driving (exposure to repetition), and at the same time maintain him at a higher level of activity, by physiological and chemical agents, than by the present physical effects. Among the chemical agents which are being explored with respect to their capacity to produce inactivation are the following (used either singly or in combination):
Artane Anectine Bulbocapnine Curare LSD-25
I call out the public school system who saw the bruises, welts, cuts and burns, the missed days, poor grades and attendance – who confiscated my journal from 7th grade – and whose nurses and guidance counselors participated in the coverup.
I call out the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. My brother, 11, was sodomized by his scout leader’s stepson who was mentally handicapped and 18 years old, and neither my parents, his parents or the Boy Scouts did anything.
I call out the Freemasons, The Eastern Star and the Job’s Daughters fraternal organizations. I was the Jobie chaplain for five years (12-17) and was used at age 16 in a ritual in which I was drugged and my virginity was taken by the honored queen’s brother, who was a McCartney clone. Their uncle is Jerry Falwell! How small IS this world, how crazy! Read my posts IMAGINATION LIMITS OUR FUTURE and EXTRA SMALL.
I call out the county police and fire department who knew the child abuse was going on because I began calling them at age 7. The fire department knew my mother and her new boyfriend (parents divorced the year before, father a county teacher married another county teacher who had been a part of their 1960’s Baltimore County Education system swingers club (Last name Phelan jingle any bells?) drugged me and set the house on fire, but she slept with the fire chief and the arson investigation was silenced! I was eleven! I saved my three brothers!
I call out Salem Evangelical Lutheran Church. You, Pastor G. Paul Lottich FAILED ME LITERALLY as well as figuratively. I was the ONLY 14 year old girl who was a virgin, who did not – had NEVER – drank or done drugs, I had come to church since joining choir at age 4 and going to all sunday school and bible camps. I was ZEALOUS and SINCERE about GOD and TRUTH. You failed me in that you told me that for missing sunday school because I had to stay home alternate weekends and “keep my brothers quiet so my mother could sleep”, you decided I had to repeat 9th grade and could not move on. Yet on the weekends I was ALLOWED to let them make noise, i.e. get them dressed and walk them the mile – in any weather – to church, all three of them, and this included ironing their shirts and trousers and shining their shoes… Pastor Lottich, YOU FAILED ME. I was DEVOUT. I LOVED JESUS. I was PURE. You too, PAstor Lottich, must have been failed, so very badly.
This led me to joining the Forever Family cult the CIA created.
I CALL OUT ALL THE CHURCHES. This deception goes back to the beginning of all history.You are all a part of the synogogue of satan Yehushua called out.
I call out Keypoint Health, which was once simply the county mental health clinic. Lori Butkovich, the therapist who refused to allow me to incorporate spirituality into my therapy, when I requested that at our first meeting in my early thirties, and who in 2013 regretted disallowing doing that. You and your clinic and the illuminati mental health deception flowchart poisoning of minds plan destroyed what was left of the family I was trying to have, AGAINST ALL ODDS, BUT I LOVED THEM, MY FAMILY, MY CHILDREN.
I call out EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO DROVE MY BROTHER CHARLIE TO SUICIDE. You alphabet agency mind contril V2K murderers. Pediatrician Robert Irwin who drugged two fo my three brothers to the hilt with Dexedrine, before Ritalin became a thing. THEY WEREN’T ‘HYPERACTIVE’: they were NORMAL, INTELLIGENT BOYS WITH ALCOHOLIC CHILD ABUSERS ON DRUGS AND WORKERS OF SYSTEMIC INIQUITY FOR PARENTS. And the adjacent county’s police who tapped my (then landline) telephone, and followed me with unmarked cars, parked outside of my house, intimidating and terrorizing me, a 25YO young mother of two who had the audacity (you bet I did!) to initiate an investigation into how badly they handled the accident scene.
The same county that WIPED AWAY THE $44,000.00 I WAS OWED IN BACK CHILD SUPPORT, the one that legally sanctioned the theft of all I owned in the recent so-called divorce, is the county government that put my estranged, very sad to speak of brother J into their public database as a child molester, when he had been framed by a 33 year old crack whore who lied, ruiniing his life. And I mean, his life was RUINED. AFTER ALL THE NEUROLOGICAL DAMAGE OUR PEDIATRICIAN AND MOTHER CAUSED, he became an alcoholic and drug addict of diminished mental capacity, then homeless. This is the same gifted child who built Testor models of jets and ships, painstakingly assembling and painting them, and hanging them from fishing line from his bedroom ceiling. Who made masks for all of us to wear so that we could see the solar eclipses safely. Who read everything he could get his hands on. He and Charlie both were gifted, talented, empathetic and kind. The only child who became a worldly success is the youngest, who is a narcissistic co-abuser our mother left everything to, and is a guilt-ridden alcoholic intelligent but trapped in a programming TV and sports prison who watches the idiot box even sleeping. I love him. I do. I pray for him daily. IT IS NOT OUR FAULTS.
We were SACRIFICED.
WE HAVE ALL BEEN.
WE MUST ALL LOVE AND FORGIVE EACH OTHER.
Like I was, forbidden to go outside and play anymore at age twelve, “because I had to take care of the boys”. If all this (and so much more) happened to just the four of us, WHAT WAS DONE TO OUR PARENTS, AND THEIR PARENTS?
It’s mindboggling.
I HAVE LYME DISEASE WHICH BECAME MORGELLONS, THAT COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED WITH A SIX MONTH SET OF THREE ANTIBIOTICS in June of 2015, THE PRESCRIPTIONS ROTATED, Dr. John White of Henrico Medical Accociates in Richmond! I WORKED for my Medicare. It’s not SSI. I earned it as a single working mother. I’m not a drug addict. I do not make the system profits though. I’m a Child of God. I have had to heal myself at great cost, and lost everyone and everything. Everyone, I say, because, tragically, my family believes the medical system’s lies. I rejoice in being a targeted individual. I choose eternal life over any material fleeting satisfaction obtained by
selling out to lies.
I wouldn’t trade the clarity of understanding I have for anything. Thank you, God!
I am so truly blessed.
I call out almost everyone. The ones who were good were and are truly the meek, poor and downtrodden, ignored and denied any and all ability to help stop the abuse at Shadynook. So few in number, and now, all gone. (I now know other Elect, and there are good people I am connected with, thanks to the trust I put in His Plan and where I am within It.)
I call out all rewriters of history. The fact that all we have all been taught is lies. The skeletons in the closets – come out now! Let me hang all these facts in the wind for you!
So yeah. My computer and online time is hacked. But I stand up to all of you, and I will never stop.
I must be such a frustrating Project Monarch and Project Mannequin original MK Ultra subject to them! I understand why my parents moved from the DC suburb we lived in to a street separated by a train bridge over the beltway from the Spring Grove Hospital Center where CIA experiments were in progress, the LSD ones involving operatives Timothy Leary and Richard Halpert (AKA Ram Dass of BE HERE NOW NOW BE HERE fame, that New Age mind control psyop to destroy the family and remove GOD from society). There is NO WAY this is coincidence. I grew up watching the experiments through the cracked, barred windows. I grew up THERE, things done to me in that cloning center 42 miles from DC, on the military road called 695. Coincidence? Ha.
MY UNIVERSITY PHYSICS PROFESSOR (I was in pre-med, SO glad I never became a murderer medical doctor) – MIXED THE INCENDIARY CHEMICALS FOR THE CATONSVILLE NINE.
My hometown.
I read 1984 in 1974 and that says everything.
The redirects of my premium WordPress blog login were identified by the “Happiness Team” support specialist as malware and hacking. I have witnessed the trojan in action, and see the scripts running, which explain the 10-20 browser instances running, when the cache is clean, zero, no history, and one tab is open. This is a lean, clean old system.
Even at a nearby MCDONALDS on their WiFi, a McDonalds I had never been to (and I never go to fast food places or any restaurants anymore, for that matter), with ample funds in the bank, I was not permitted to purchase alternate forms of software to examine what might be operant and remove it, as advised to do by all techs I have spoken with. THEN THE BACKBONE NETWORK OF MICKEY D’S DID A DENIAL OF SERVICE ON ME. And that was that.
They are able to completely halt pageloads at logins. They do it.
They are inside the backend of my paid-for email and VPN, the positive part of the atom, by name, FYI. And their “helpdesk team”, like all Secret-keeping Cluster A and Cluster B Narcissists who Lucifer was the first of, simply ignore my questions regarding technical security and etc., (I will leave usaid the specifics, but their silence reveals the answers and confirms all suspicions which arise from clues my background recognizes, as well as having a well-functioning pineal gland). (Note while trying to get online and post this: they have quite possibly applied DoS (denial of service) limitations to my VPN ability. Wow.)
Why is this happening?
The CIA doesn’t like it when they come to collect the 16 year old girl to work for them who they thought they had groomed/traumatized/gave splits and alters to SO THEY COULD USE HER TO DO THEIR DIRTY WORK.
Sweeping me under the rug has been their effort since 1976 when I told them no, unconditionally.
Oh no. NOW they REALLY have a thorn in their side.
I am one of Jah’s Elect, a watcher, and we are in the End Days.
I WAS MADE FOR THIS.
I stood up with truth and ethics to a lizard in capital news, and they give me Lyme and Morgellons. AND I HEALED MYSELF. I learned how to detox others as well.
I CLAIM MY DESTINY – THE DESTINY YOU TOO CAN CLAIM – AS A CHILD OF THE LIGHT, AND A PRIEST IN THE ORDER OF MELCHIZIDEK.
Jehovah never called anyone priests. The Religion, Inc. Roman Catholic Church translators of the edited bible did, in their weaponized word choices. The word “priests” is a 17th Century Englishman’s interpretive translation of what was actually said by Yeshua in the Hebrew: as the Elect, we are called by Jehovah to be KOHANIM. This is the plural of kohan: what was falsely interpreted as priests (giving the church of Religion, Inc. the power to extort and deceive and erase history under the deceptively trusted title of priests is actually the word JEHOVAH said: Kohanim. The plural of Kohan, I repeat. The verb root of Kohanim must be examined in order to understand the word Kohanim. Kohan’s verb root is “kahan”: one is a kohen only to the extent that one kahans. I hope that you have already immediately made the association to the term to “ken” something, from the celtic lore, eh? It means “to know”. One cannot be a kohan if they do not kahan. Only certain chosen people can kahan. Religion Inc. intentionally replaced kohan and kohanim with priest and priests, the officers and arm of the workers of iniquity, at the highest levels.
So what does Jehovah mean by His word, kohan? From Gesenius’ Hebrew Chaldee Lexicon to the Old Testament, kohan in its verb form means “to presage, predict, prophesy, and, by extension, to undertake anyone’s cause, to act as a deputy, or delegate, by [with authorization by that person or people] presenting the words of the one whose cause he [or she] has undertaken to third persons; to stand up on behalf, and to labor in the authorizing person’s cause.” Gesenius’ Hebrew Chaldee Lexicon to the Old Testament, pg. 385 [in relation to word number 3547]. Yeshua kahans in the heavenly tabernacle, according to the Word of God. The elect do so now. No societally ordained 501c3 accredited church affiliation is necessary. Only the Mind and Hand of God working through those He so chooses to receive The Light, who recognize and love Truth.
The Hebrew language literally tells a story. (And yes, the Egyptian language, and Mesopotamina/Sumerian, were also cuniform. Look at the timing and connection, post-Destroyer cataclysm reset.
This is why they changed language, the Babel tower Yahveh destroyed. The fallen angel-created languages hide history, and true history is inarguable truth. If you have wondered what people mean when they say language is weaponized, perhaps that just helped you understand it better!
Looking at the word KAHAN in pictographic letter form, as it always is in the Hebrew, one sees it is of three letters (pictograph symbol elements, to the western mindset), reading from right to left. The first one is an upturned open palm, which signifies “bend, allow, open, tame”: to submit; to be open to input. The next letter is a man with arms raised up with inspired revelation. The last letter is a nune, a representation of a sperm, and means life, or if in the final position, means the final son or heir who is the Messiah.
What is it to be a kohan? A kohan is “One who is submitting to the revelation that brings life, and speaks of the Messiah”. This is what it REALLY means to be a priest, as the word priest is considered to be.
And in Holly-wood, we have the Coen Brothers, film noir moviemakers extraordinaire. Coincidence? No. Inversal as usual.
I ask you this: would true bearers of Light do the heinous things that torture this world’s people? The little I have related of my life alone bears witness to the fallacy existent in their so-called roles! And I am but one person who had three brothers… two children, three grandchildren…
The Most High God INTENDED all of this, and all of this they fight tooth and nail; a dragon thing, divine light beings needs none! Where DO these clichés come from? <— That’s rhetorical. SMH. The reason for the alphabet agencies and Wag The Dog false flag twin tower human sacrifice stem cell therapy and natural flavor abortion business-cum-passing children over the fire to Ba’al, their adrenochrome-drinking governments and monarchies, the corporate oligarchs, the Rothschild dwelling in England where Lucifer sits at the table: his residence on earth when assuming human form. His grandson Mark Zuckerburg’s Facebook voluntary trauma endocrine harvesting surveillance database which feeds their Tavistock, adverts, social steering agendas… oops, I digressed again.
If you are reading this blog, unless you are a. – just a voyeur, ostensibly, or b. – in league with evil as a stalker of ANY kind, you are reading it because the Most High is calling you, too. I pray that you are enabled to speak out, too, against the wrongs of this world that we Lightworkers have come together to right.
I once met a man who was V2K’d to the point where all he could do was vocalize the voices he heard: it was truly like overhearing the transmission of parts of conversations from many different radio stations all at once, constantly. He was obviously educated, and was clean, well-kept, and healthy (looking). He had kind features and a pleasant, quiet voice, which could say thank you, I noticed, when a door was opened for him. Yet if you weren’t looking at him, all you heard was the many tiny portions of sentences. It was so sad. At the time, I thought he “was psychotic”, for want of a better term. Now I know that psychosis is created by the mind-splitting caused m=by MK Ultra tactics, which have existed literally since time immemorial, and are now full-on business. Even the woman who ran the barn my poor Devon was last at before he was euthanized was retired Army and worked for the government selling satellite contracts for the telecommunications companies. Really. I cannot make this up. (And yes, she gangstalked me.)
“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge, because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shall be no priests to me, seeing thou hast forgotten the Law of thy God, I will also forget thy children.” – Hosea 4:6
The strong delusion and the apostacy of the churches hinges on this intentional omission of the true meaning of Kohanim.
Absolutely related to what I just explained in the preceding paragraph above, I had a great chat with @GreyTonka about the process of sacred information downloads and how it feels; how unbidden it is, how it affects us, our relationships, our bodies – everything. We spoke about water and cymatics. Making the acquaintance of another watcher who is being shown truth – watching this unfold, a watcher watching a watcher – it is amazing, and bless-ed, and sublime. I have no words for this. I suggested she look up the cymatics of church work that has been done. I am sure she will discover why structured water is real, and needed. DO YOU STRUCTURE YOURS? If you don’t, please start. Look at my kombucha posts, you can see the bottles, and (if it hasn’t been hacked out like some of my other posts) read what I have written. Search “cymatics” in the searchbar above. THIS IS GOD’S LAW: LIGHT > SOUND > CREATION.
Okay.
Ending this portion of today’s quilt-of-a-blogpost here for now. Thank you for reading, and I hope that all TIs (targeted individuals, i.e. the entire of humanity, miscegenated as it is) benefit. If you do not do it yet, please begin to detox. Your body is the antenna.
#detoxplease
THIRD (AND FINAL, WHEW) SEGMENT: THOUGHTS ON MISCARRIAGE, ESPECIALLY FIRST PREGNANCY MISCARRIAGE
A couple I care about very much just lost their first child. They are married and this baby was intentional and very much wanted. They see this as a part of the Most High’s plan, and I agree. His Plans are Perfect. His Law is Perfect. Children of The Light learn to live by His Law. (Jesus was an Essene, the Catholic Church hid this fact, and all churches hide it still. The world as it has been toxified makes it difficult to follow The Way, which is why this blog is subtitled ALKALINE DIET AND OPTIMAL HEALTH IN A NANO TOXIC WORLD.
I was thinking… if the mother carrying the baby who miscarries was not a virgin at the time of conception (I do not know whether she was or was not, in this case), but had the genetic material DNA of previous sex partners or from pelvic imflammatory disease (PID) parasites from sex play or bad family hygiene (at best), could this be a reason a miscarriage occurs?
Nichole, my daughter-in-law who I make intercessory prayers for daily, as she died of an accidental Illuminati Sackler-family depopulation drug Fentanyl overdose on December 20, 2018, was plagued by PID since her early teens, as was my sister-in-law, the older sister my first husband, the father of my two children, whose family lineage is of the Tribe of Dann. Both of these women were molested by their fathers as young girls, and each of them suffered from PID and an entire spectrum of reproductive and menstrual problems. I have come to recognize that, as all disease and death is parasites stemming from the original parasite called Lucifer, satan, Belial, Ba’al, Sammael, Baphomet, Beelzebub, and more, the afflictions from his seed are passed through the reproduction of those he mind controlled to traumatize – SACRIFICE – their own children to. (See the Fetal Cell Natural Flavoring page.)
Poverty or affluence make no matter, although cleanliness is indeed next to Godliness. Processed or impure foods, vaccinations, epidemics, OTC medication and the print, radio and television programming all contributed to this in the pre-digital days. The advertising, the growing music industry and Hollywood drove all of this agenda, with behind the scene forces of the axis of evil with men at the helms including Werner Von Braun, Walt Disney, Aleister Crowley (Barbara Bush’s father) and Mr. Prometheus destroyer of worlds himself, the father of the Manhattan Project, Robert Oppenheimer. Josef Mengele, who devised new lows in human experimental torture, was instrumental in the formation of MK (mind kontrol in the German) Ultra, and standards for the AMA and CDC, assisting the Rothschilds with that morass of coffin nails for what remained any real possibilities of wellness extant for the American people. Sugar and wheat created the foundation of the fix addictions stepped in to fill. Now devices, WiFi, apps, geoengineering, GMOs and mass MK Ultra and transhumanism push people like lemmings over their edges: over the ledge. It’s a plan. The elite long game.
But, I digress.
When I was in nursing school, I learned in Anatomy and Physiology (actually, I have taken that very course THREE times, with a nearly 4.0 grade: in 12th grade as an honors Biology class, in my early 30’s at the community college for transfer to University of Maryland School of Nursing, and then once more because ten years had elapsed and I had not gotten the sheepskin degree yet, although I worked in private care nursing, mostly palliative, end-of-life hospice care… now I refuse to do the remaining clinical for my BSN because I will not participate in that industry of lies and death) that the body self-regulates and will shunt off nutrients to the building of the placenta if the developing baby gives off a spectrum of nonfamilial identity blueprint. That the body will stop nourishing it and reject and EJECT the unwanted pregnancy if it is faulted. That this does not happen always, apparently hence the birth of infants with genetic abnormalities… or are these teratogenic only? I believe that IS the case: that it is the mutated genes damaged by the miscegenated DNA from the eons of activities of the fallen angels and the waste they have worked at destroying earth and God’s people with which are the reason for miscarriages. The parasitic serpent seed sin in us. #detoxplease
But in the case of first pregnancies, perhaps it is the Creator’s way of clearing the deck, so to speak, to make way for the child He intended to be conceived in the womb of the mother from the seed HE chose the lineage of. I had a miscarriage before my daughter was conceived, and I was alone and it was awful. I was 18 and quite lost then, post-Forever Family cult, reeling from the trauma of our childhood and its continuance in my brothers lives which I was unable to put an end to, as my parents and the system (see Second Segment above, a partial accounting) were more than I could change. The baby I lost was not from the man I married’s seed: it was an error, a sin of fornication product. I believe wholeheartedly that everything happened because it had to then. This is The Law of God.
My heart literally goes out to the parents of this child who stayed behind the veil and is with the Creator. His ways are perfect.
Oh, and if you are not already, get off all dairy, STAT. IT ALL HAS LUNGWORMS (THREADWORMS). That’s what mucus is. Period.
#detoxplease
Namasté ❤
Postscript: P. Knight, the queen is dead 🙂
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severely damaged, and he became a medical officer at Fort Detrick, where in 1996 he would tell me they made AIDS) were not much older than I was, my uncle put a dog harness on me and attached the dog chain to it and an old bulldozer tire which he filled with sand and toys, and placed it at the edge of the tributary to the Potomac River that ran through his farm. A cooler with drinks and sandwiches was there and the chain was just the right length to prevent me from drowning. That was the summer of 1961 and I was two. He knew that was a much safer existence for me that what my parents were using me for. This caused a lot of tension, but I am grateful for his intervention, although it didn’t last long, it saved my life, I am sure. I was able to visit his farm until age ten. He too was under attack, like his own uncles, he resisted the cabal, refused to become a Freemason, and he died an unnatural death prematurely.
My high school friend Will Wilson went on the paint Michael Jackson’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR album cover. He’s then one who took me to the CIA’s Forever Family cult.
Looking at the word KAHAN in pictographic letter form, as it always is in the Hebrew, one sees it is of three letters (pictograph symbol elements, to the western mindset), reading from right to left. The first one is an upturned open palm, which signifies “bend, allow, open, tame”: to submit; to be open to input. The next letter is a man with arms raised up with inspired revelation. The last letter is a nune, a representation of a sperm, and means life, or if in the final position, means the final son or heir who is the Messiah.