I want to apologize for neglecting my readers, it wasn’t intentional.  To be honest?  I am on an emotional roller coaster, but thrilled to report that Jesus has this-I feel a peace and joy that’s been missing for some time.  Turns out, all I had to do is ask.

This information will engage, and enrage you-to be sure.  There is no more I don’t believe you!  This is fact, and nothing but.  Personally, I don’t see how POTUS maintained his composure after Mueller’s antics the other day-I would have knocked his fucking block off-but hey, that’s just my Irish talking.

person reading the daily fake news newspaper sitting on gray couch
Mueller had a chance to redeem his character, but he chose to crawl up the Deep State’s ass instead.

So, what now?  We wait, those of us Anons who know the truth.  This is, indeed, an incredibly dark time in our nation’s history.  And each and every one of us has a choice-we can fight for what’s right and good and true-or we can stay in our comfort zone, all the while knowing that you, sirs, are part of the problem.

I have so much to write about, and one of the subjects I will be taking on is the Great Deception-New Age ideology.  Approximately 61% of professed Christians are involved in this demonology, and to me that is 61% too many.  I have a Twitter account now, so I can see increase in a philosophy that comes from demons.  Literally.  The video below may be of interest to those of you dabbling in the occult.  Many of you don’t even know it-I can speak with a modicum of authority, because Jesus brought me up and out of the muck and mire.

There is one, and only one way to the Kingdom-and that is by knowing Jesus on a personal level.

Christ is not an Ascended Master.

And Satan has an angel costume that will knock your socks off.

Don’t be fooled-it isn’t worth your soul~



Afflictions Eclipsed by Glory

It never ceases to amaze me, this thing called life.  I find myself in a position of wanting to give back, more than ever before.  That often happens after a brush with the boogey man-and I had little hope of good cheer, after the cluster fuck of emotions and roller coaster of pain I endured last week.

To my great surprise (when will I LEARN people???) Jesus came to my aid in a swift and uplifting way:  Patriots from around the globe were praying for me, supporting my right to free speech, and yes-The Donald came through for me in a big way-despite his arrival in Japan, despite the mountain of issues he is dealing with as he and God, together, save this world and the people in it from extinction.


We wandered into a new church this Sunday-actually our second time visiting.  As I sat down and looked around me, everyone hugging, joyous and loving-I smiled.  I was glued to my seat during the sermon, and the pastor’s message spoke to me, in ways I hadn’t expected.

You simply cannot do what God has put you here to do if you are fearful.  Your mission will not be accomplished, your energy wasted-trust, TRUST in the Way and the Truth and the Light.  Jesus will bring you home.

And as I sit here, weeping once again-tears of gratitude, joy and release-I pray my heart out for the downtrodden, the meek, and the Trump administration.

Trump is moving mountains people.  

The best part of waking up?  Your president’s name is Trump.

Hammer Time

I am a simple woman, ok, that isn’t gonna work.  I am a conservative Christian living in a small rural town, happily married, unlucky at friendship-until I discovered a massive group of people who THINK, who DO, who give a flying fazuck.

Donald J. Trump is going to rock this world in a way many will find frightening.

Declass is HERE.

A shout out to all family and friends who did not support me in any way whatsoever.  I tried my darndest to awaken you, but that job is God’s, not mine.

Speaking of my Abba, all power, glory and praise go to Him and Him alone.


The Holy Spirit guides my thoughts and prayers.

I pray you walk the narrow path that leads to the Heavenly Realms.

Just call out His name, and He alone will guide you~


If I told you about the day I had yesterday, I truly don’t think you’d believe me.  In my wildest dreams I never, ever imagined how real the danger of telling the truth on social media.  As a matter of FACT?  The only reason I am writing freely today is because Donald J. Trump came to my rescue.  Personally.  And for that?  I love him even more, something I thought to be impossible.

The Good Shepherd

For this is what the Sovereign Lord says:  I myself will search and find my sheep.  I will be like a shepherd looking for His scattered flock.  I will find my sheep and rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on that dark and cloudy day.  I will bring them back home to their own land of Israel from among the peoples and nations.  I will feed them on the mountains of Israel and by the rivers and in all the places where people live.  Yes, I will give them good pastureland on the high hills of Israel.  There they will lie down in pleasant places and feed in the lush pastures of the hills.  I myself will tend my sheep and give then a place to lie down in peace, says the Sovereign Lord.  I will search for my lost ones who strayed away, and I will bring them safely home again.  I will bandage the injured and strengthen the weak.

But I will destroy those who are fat and powerful.  I will feed them, yes-feed them JUSTICE.                                                                                                                                                                                 -Ezekiel 34:11-16

I checked my WordPress account in the morning, and came close to a dead faint when I saw who commented on Trump Is Not God.  

Tom Hanks himself.

I won’t go into the details, but he told me he hoped that my husband would find a partner that wasn’t a loon.  I took that as a threat, and I didn’t hesitate to notify JFK, Jr.  In the year we have followed each other on Twitter, I have only written once-to thank him and tell him we were praying for him and his family.


I simply told John what had happened, that I was unhinged, and that I hated (and boy oh boy, did I ever) bothering him-but that I didn’t want to be a statistic for telling the God’s honest truth.

I could not shake the feeling: the fact is that [THEY] are up in our business each and every day.  I had problems linking my blog to send to a friend.  I couldn’t write, nor could I access the correct information.  I ended up sending Sainted Anon three, count ’em, three videos that had nothing to do with my blog.  I kept in touch with Peacock6 the entire day-and then felt ridiculous for the fear.

Right before we went out to eat, I received a private message, including these words:

“No problem, Don took care of everything.”

I was already in Bizarro World, so I went a step further and asked-

Are you telling me that Donald J. Trump (who was in Tokyo at the time) handled my situation????????

“That’s what his friends call him, so yes, I am.”

And so it is, as I sit here today, contemplating the sermon this morning,  that changed the direction of my life.  The pastor spoke of how fear is the only thing that stands in the way of doing what God has called you to do.  I was afraid to write again-why make mortal enemies of the demons who currently walk this planet?  Yet I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Jesus was speaking to me through the Holy Spirit.

I am a Patriot.  I work for God and God only.  I have been trying my best to relay to you all I believe in my heart to be what God speaks to me, just like a modern day Ezekiel.  And what did God say to Ezekiel? 

When you speak to my people-they will not listen.  Tell them anyway.

Donald J. Trump is changing this world, for the better, believe you me.

God is working miracles through this man.

Trust Him to guide our beloved POTUS to victory.

Peace will be restored to our world.

Dark to Light, one day at a time.






I Need You Now


I have a condition, it’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  Under control about 95% of the time, it never fails to shock me, to shake my foundation-when I am triggered?  I fall completely apart.  The answer doesn’t lie in what triggered me at any particular moment in time.  No, the answer is letting go and letting God.

But what if you are angry with Abba at that moment in time?  Will He hear you?  Will he even give you an ear?  I used to think that if I pissed my Lord and Savior off, (the unhinged, unabridged, unadulterated meltdown comes with the caveat:

Great, now you’ve done it.  Who’s going to listen to you now?  Who will come to your aid when you call out in dire need?  Who will rock you to sleep with His own special lullaby, one that eases every crevice of your heart, one that puts you to sleep as if an army of angels lay at your feet?

The answer, as you well know, is Jesus.  Abba.  The Son of Man.  Prince of Peace, Alpha and Omega.  There is nothing, nothing on this planet, that can steal God’s love from you.  You are His beholden, His beloved child.  If you can’t cry out to God whilst in heavy duty emotional pain, well then, who?

We are in the middle of a storm, one that is blasting us with up to 65 mph winds.  I am contrary by nature-just tell me that I cannot do something and you can rest assured that is the exact thing I will yearn to do.  Hiking is out, so Fido (my nickname for my golden retriever, Jesse) and I are left to our own devices.  I have sinus issues due to a deviated septum.  Remind me to tell you that story, holy crap on a cracker it’s a good one!  Of course, I ended up with a bloody, broken nose and a lawsuit-the perp?  My best friend and roommate, Lisa Walling.  I digress….back to my angst.

adult alone anxious black and white

What drove me to put my head back and scream like a child?  Many things, actually.  It never ceases to amaze me, the strength God has given me for a time such as this:  I am a rock most days, because of His mercy and grace.

I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.

For the last year and a half, I have fought the good fight-at least when it comes to the Great Awakening.  I have researched subjects such as Child Trafficking, The Deep State Cabal, Satanic Ritual Abuse, the dozens of attempts on President Trump’s life-and as I watched the latest video from The Patriot Hour (love that man, go check him out, tell him I sent you) explaining Nancy Pelosi’s latest attempt at foiling The Donald.  Her mission?  To assassinate the President and Vice President-making her the first female president, and God help me, who wants THAT?

The story goes that she took 93 of her closest friends, family and politicians with her on a commercial flight to Afghanistan, among other destinations.  The unmitigated nerve of that woman-to once again try to put it on our tab-she is known for spending thousands and thousands of tax payer dollars on booze.  She is unfathomably rich, and on a government salary-it makes you wonder.  Just take a look at her district, but fair warning, you may become physically ill, or perhaps fall into a blind rage, as I just did, in my laundry room.

So, as I said, it surprises me that I can research evil incarnate, but my dog barking to go out for the thirteenth time in an hour (he does it for treats) in the midst of an almost-hurricane?  Well, that had me squealing like a hogtied pig.


And of course, after screaming at my dog (never, ever have I done that) I broke down into hysterics; ranting and raving, then begging His forgiveness.  I sat down with my pooch and apologized, over and over again.  He kissed my tears away, sat beside me on the couch, as if to say-it’s okay mom, I get it, I really, really do.

I sat down and pondered my throbbing headache, urge to pound sand and other messy, complicated feelings.  Lord, where is this coming from?

And He answered me, and quickly at that.

This Border Wall argument has nothing to do with illegals, or even a border wall…bare with me.  The elite of this world are vampires, who suck the blood out of innocent, traumatized children for adrenochrome.  I have seen evidence of this.  If the country closes its doors to illegal aliens, then where will the Cabal get their blood?  Illegals are easy to target, we have no record of them-when they go missing?  No one but their families know-and how can they prove what happened to their beloved son, daughter, brother, sister, friend?

With acoustic astronomy, scientists are able to observe and listen to the sounds and vibrations of space.  They have found that stars don’t orbit in silence, but rather generate music in the mysterious night sky.  Like humpback whale sounds, the resonance of stars exist at wavelengths or frequencies that may not be heard by the human ears.  Yet, this music, combined with that of the whales and other creatures create a symphony that proclaims the greatness of God.

Now, a question for you.  Who will you turn to when the laughter abets, the tide turns to red, or the evil permeates the air you breathe?

As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.




Why, Oh Why Are Men So Thick?

I swear to the heavens above that my husband is going to give me a.  a migraine. 2.  possible TIA, or III. a nice comfy stay in the nearest freaking mental institution-and the worst part?  I can’t even tell you why, because I don’t want my fucking family to know.

That said-

Does your man manage to screw things up at the worst possible time in the history of men screwing things up?

Does he stare blankly, into the Abyss, when asked to emote in a way that tells you he’s human?

Does he spend hours on the phone with a friend, listening to their tales of woe and betrayal?  But banish you to the Kingdom of Not if you need a little TLC?

This has been a shitty week.  Tomorrow is my effing birthday-and like each and every other holiday/birthday/momentous occasion-that man is gonna yank my chain until I say give.

Why can’t ALL men be like Juan?