The First Time, The Last Time

These are trying times.  Deep State false flags, public shootings, crises actors…it’s enough to send you reeling.  Please understand this:

The elite, deep state, cabal, illuminati?  They have an AGENDA, and that is to unarm America, yes, but they know it’s coming, this STORM-and thus it is in their best interest to play on your emotions, and distract America’s attention from the real news, the real war on crime.

[These people are STUPID] That statement used to bring me comfort.  But stupid is as stupid does, and the casualties matter not.  Do you honestly think that Beto O’Rourke gives a damn about who was and wasn’t killed in this latest attempt to distort reality?  If so, you should probably know that each and every democratic candidate for 2020 wants their blood back.  And that is the blood of babies.  It’s what keeps them young, keeps them in Adrenochrome, keeps them rich-human trafficking is a lucrative business.  They want Trump stopped because he knows.  He knows everything about [them] and will not stop until each and every traitor, demon, and scumbag extraordinaire is not only behind bars, but dead.

I said dead, yes.

The most evil man on the planet. I would like a shot at him myself.
Facts and truths put together to show you the truth, thanks to Anons worldwide, and POTUS.

You aren’t awake because they want you sleeping.

You will NEVER hear the truth coming out of the corrupt MSM, EVER.  So why are you watching it?  This includes FOX news, the BBC, New York Times, Washington Post and 99% of all media.  You see, they all have a vested interest in keeping you in the dark:  together we are strong, but divided?

Not so much.

I found this lovely prayer in a book entitled Prayers and Promises for a Hurting World.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Dear Jesus, we are Your sheep, the people of Your pasture, loved and precious and known.  Thank You for that pastoral metaphor, which is both humbling and comforting.  For we are just like sheep:  foolish, weak, small and easily led astray.  We are prone to wander; we feel it every day in the way our minds tend to things other than You.  We are prone to complain with an irritating repetition and a blindness to the blessings around us.  Hours or even days go by without us pricking our ears to the sound of Your voice, without looking up to see where we are in relation to where You are.  And when we find ourselves in a predicament-far from home, far from the flock, far from You-we cry out and You are there.

But Lord, we want to be able to feed Your sheep too, just like You commanded Peter to do.  We don’t want to be so continually lost that we’re no help to the other lost sheep around us.  Help us to persistently reorient our minds on You and Your loving voice, and keep our wooly ears open to the cries of others.  Amen.

Peter was grieved because he said unto him, the third time, Lovest thou me?  And he saidunto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee.  Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.                         John 21:17 KJV

Speaking of the world that is currently run by the enemy-but will soon be run by God himself?  That’s right, I said it’s going to be a Jubilee, and there is biblical proof to back this theory, plenty of it-I might add.  I love Sainted Anon’s exposés on the proof in the pudding, the dark to light of so many hidden demonic forces currently working to end the Trump administration, take away your rights, disarm you and then kill you off in droves.


But the Good and Great News is that Jesus is our Lord and Saviour!  Abba protects His children, and because we declare Jesus to be our Saviour?  We are covered in the blood he shed as the Lamb of God.  This isn’t about anything but the battle of good against evil.  That is what this time in biblical prophesy is all about.  God is giving us another chance, to make it right before we can’t.

Will you cling to Him or sell your soul?


I had one hell of a time trying to write this blog.  It appeared that all signs pointed to this not being published today, as I threw my laptop down in despair.  Computer screen frozen, I shut the shit show down and pouted.

And then I got good and freaking angry.

I had a talk with Jesus.

I don’t want to fear any longer, remind me of the Warrior angel you set me upon this earth to be, and guide me in the Spirit with all I say and do.  Strengthen me in faith and spirit, let no evil touch this home.   Know that I am beyond grateful for your abundant blessings, and that I am nothing without you.  Help me speak out for the children, the victims and all the saints in Heaven.

In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.

If this was a movie?

Marilyn Monroe would be walking down the runway, in nothing but a trench coat and black Wayfarers.  The crowd would cheer her on, her comeback, dreaded by many-made perfect in His timing.


You Can’t Handle the Truth!!!


If you didn’t unsubscribe from my blog, this doesn’t concern you.  If you want to read a scathing reaction to the absolutely incomprehensible stupidity of some people?  Carry on.

I wrote about the SOTU last evening-and each end every time I write about President Donald J. Trump?  I lose subscribers.  Yep, it really is that obvious.  Before I go off on my tangent, this is what I have to say to the sheeple, Socialists, MS13, Black Lives Matter, MeToo movement and the other .245% of the population who a.  doesn’t want the truth, 2.  thinks this is about politics, and c. has no concern for what our country and its precious people have been subjected to over the last fifty some years.

If you don’t care about Satanic Ritual Abuse, Election Fraud, Comet Ping Pong, human trafficking,  or the plight of our every person living in this country who is subjected to radiation poisoning, chemical trails in our skies, or baby fetus particles in our Pepsi? Step.  The.  Fuck.  Off.  I don’t want you anywhere near my writing-trust me!

There are actual demons walking this earth, some are sitting in GITMO, some are in political positions and ALL of them are subsisting on the blood of our children.  Yep, I said it.  Do your homework on SRA, do your own investigating and by the way?  Get used to it, because those of you who are even remotely interested in the truth?  Well, say goodbye to that as well-you won’t get it from the MSM, and by the looks of the increasing numbers of those alternative media sources who are peddling facts?  You won’t have anywhere to go once we are gone.

What the hell is wrong with America?  Let’s start with the cowards who troll decent, hard working, citizen journalists who only want to provide a service and work their behinds off to support the critical direction of this country.

If you’re in denial about any of the above topics, see ya.  Don’t let the door hit you in the behind.  This is not a game, people.  I am absolutely done with fools who live in their own Private Idaho while the rest of us suffer because of their ignorance.

I make no profit, no money actually-for providing a service that is close to God’s heart.

I won’t sugar coat this-heed my warning.

If you are not with us, bloody hell,  you’re against America.



Sweet You Rock and Sweet You Roll

The Dave Matthews band-last concert I attended and for good reason.  Santana was due to open and they didn’t, I lost our tickets and I caused a near riot with the traffic control.  It wasn’t until my husband screamed “COPS!!!” that I calmed my indignant ass down, and got back in the truck.

You have been with me through my journey to the other side of despair-and I want to give you my humbled thanks and in return, the love you have shown to me.  God asked me to do a 180 on my life.  He asked me to be my authentic self, speak my mind and be bold in my approach to life in general.  I shed every friend, some family and pretty much society as a whole.  I found it increasingly hard to be amongst the sleeping.  I quit exercise class.  My social life was the grocery shopping-I had become my mother.

Until very recently, I felt quite comfortable in my own, awakened cocoon.  I am so keenly grateful for all that God has blesses us with-a beautiful, Norman Rockwellesque town-complete with chapel.  Less than a mile behind us is the Middlecreek Wildlife Preserve-a panacea for the soul on speed.  

My cup overfloweth. Jesse Bocephus Happy Hoffmananoff

We have each other, Dwain is the biggest gift I have ever been gifted, and as we grow together in Christ?  Our love deepens, he is truly my bestest ever friend.  We have a century old farmhouse that finally feels like home.  I have more years here than I did in my former life in Philadelphia.  But much more than that-the isolation, the sadness and the pruning days have led me to all out rejoice for the time that is now, the time that remains to be seen.  A darkness has lifted, my soul rejoices-I feel lighter, shinier, the most hopeful gal in the room, for sure.

And I have seen the worst of the news to come, have known it for years.  God designed a life for me that enables me the time and resources to write about the greatest time in this nation’s history!  God is separating the wheat from the chaff.  The end will not be for everyone, no-but for those of us who allowed the Holy Spirit to drive us, unflinchingly towards the truth?

Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.                                                                     -Colossians 4:2

Well, we are going to experience Heaven on this earth.

Evil will be eradicated.

So, a few months ago I had prayed for a true friend.  As I had walked away from every toxic relationship, my self esteem improved.  After a water baptism, the Holy Spirit felt more vivid and tangent than ever.  I grew impatient with my faults, tried harder and repented.  Hey, I sin each and every day in thought or deed, but I have a Savior who died for my sins-we all do, all we have to do is call out his name.


I asked for one true friend, He gave me so much more.  Abba always gives me more than I ask for-such a loving father is He.  I am not very good at praying for myself, as I said before, but whenever I do?  Jesus comes through in His timing and His will-but I have never gone with prayer unanswered.

I have a community of family, a support system-a tribe if you will.  I have men and women in my life who love me for me, and what more does one need?  Two of my closest friends have resurfaced in my life; we have all grown in small and grand ways-the reunions are joyful.  We know how very rare a true friend is, and because of that we appreciate each other so much more.

And so, at the end of the day, we are all facing persecution.

You simply cannot go it alone, us humans were designed to love and be loved.

It’s going to be so thrilling, so peaceful-just like Heaven on earth.

What She Said…

Have you every dry cried?  It is a phenomena I had never experienced until this day.  Apparently, I’ve no tears left to weep-and that is why God led me to Thessalonians.  Paul speaks passionately about the truth and how raw the need for transparency in a fallen world.

I admire the heck out of Roseanne.  She has been through the ringer, and then some.  I think she exudes God’s wisdom and grace.  She means so much to me because she is gutsy, and that is so very rare in today’s pansy ass environment.  How can people not see this?  How could you allow your child to be taught to bow to Allah?  Or learn about the eleventy hundred ways to identify:  God bless them they must be so confused.

Roseanne is right on the money.

This is about the children.

I am joining this community of women, as we are growing in numbers and strength.  In the days and months ahead, may we comfort the mothers who blindly followed the vogue, the trends, the Joneses.

I would much prefer a bitch slap, but hey-you can’t have everything.

Chimes of Freedom

I don’t care how strong or stoic you are; when it comes to your heart, or the breaking of it; your grief will find its way. Losing my ability to run from my emotions today, I finally let go and cried on my golden retriever’s neck-is there any better place for waterworks? Your canine/feline’s neck? Sigh.

The fall weather makes my heart sing-I love the cool air, the life transforming sunsets, and the harvest of a hard Summer’s work. Everything, from hay rides to pumpkins-it’s all good, I treasure every day. Big blankets, cinnamon burning on the stove, my pup at my feet. A Holy Bible. A Dean Koons. A warm cup of cocoa next to the fireplace, even if it is just gas. Our wood stove in the kitchen, cranking out heat so strong I walk around buck naked some days: the hot flashes don’t bode well with my husband’s desire to warm his feet, which have no circulation due to frostbite obtained in a long ago hunting trip.

My day turned from glorious to harsh reality in ten seconds flat. While hiking at Speedwell Forge, a beautiful but far away place. We go there maybe every two weeks, and due to recent flooding-we hadn’t been in months. Halfway through the trek I took out my cell. A screen I had seen only once before appeared; some sci-fi looking alert. I couldn’t turn the stupid phone off, and I was set to take pictures of an ethereal waterfall. I knew I was being targeted, and I was wild.


I took my phone apart and head out towards the jeep. I was furious. Speech is not free in America, and hasn’t been for some time now. If you have a voice that goes against the mainstream media, you will be silenced. Period. Not only will they shadow ban on social media, but they will fuck with your electronics until you’re at the point of pulling your hair out. Literally.

Do you have any idea of how long it takes me to write a blog? Hours. The screen will go blank just as I am getting going, suddenly I will lose my work-even after I have saved it. It sounds silly, but after two years of this crap, I am beyond angered, frustrated, homicidal. Okay, not homicidal, but seriously?


I have taken on an assignment from Jesus. For two years I have been led, by the nose at times, on a quest for truth. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS (the deep state contains more than a few Republicans, Mike Pence being a satanic, POS pedophile himself-and yes, I have proof)and due to the successful mission of Project Mockingbird-the media is full of CIA operatives, who are trained to “brainwash” the lowly general public. I will write more on this subject, and include research affirming my statements.

The point of all of this is that while I have no choice in the matter; while I don’t go down the rabbit holes with any joy in my heart; the fact is, this is how God wants to use me, in the here and now. He has been preparing me for such a time as this. Losing friends and family has been hard on my psyche, and three are days when the loneliness and isolation leave me breathless and weeping.

No. I didn’t ask for any of this, but I sure as hell fire will do my very best, to be the hands and feet of my Lord and Savior, Jesus.

Like Some Heroine….

Every other Sunday, I work at our church Welcome Center.  I genuinely like my coworker, (names have been changed to protect the criminally insane, mainly me) Alice.  When we began working together, about two years ago, she frightened me to death.  I feared she may be judgmental, and I’ll be honest-she intimidated me-two years ago, that is.

When I first began attending Hosanna, I wasn’t in the best place at that time in my life.  I hadn’t dealt with my poor self esteem issues, and was not aware that my PTSD was eating away at my life, making me cripplingly insecure, and a people pleaser.  I tried to hard.  I wanted everyone to love me.  I had just come from a very broken church, and the grief enveloped me to the point where I am sure it showed.

Alice is pleasant, and I admire her status as a cancer survivor.  She likes things done her way, so we have fallen into a pattern of her doing the desk work, and me doing the people work.  I know she means well, but I am beginning to tire of her putting me down.  I am beginning to feel as if I should protect my heart, as she criticizes almost everything I do-but here’s the catch-she’s my sister and I love her, so therein lies the rub.

I told Alice about a picture of one of the congregants cats, who had just passed away.

I don’t do any social media.  You have to be very careful being on the internet, it is very evil and you are swayed way too easily.  You have no idea what goes on, (she is shaking her head as if I am a toddler) and we (Christians) would do best to stay away.

I mentioned that I wrote a blog on WordPress, a Christ centered one at that.  She mumbled underneath her breath.

I wanted to say something, yet gone is my rage.  I find it impossible to remain angry with some folks, and what is the point of harboring resentment?  I need to speak up or shut up.  I will pray for a way to approach her-say my peace and be done with it.

I believe she would be horrified to think she has hurt me; and I know I enabled the behavior simply by allowing it.  I want to give her the benefit of the doubt, she is kind and compassionate-yet today it kind of stood out, and gone are my paranoid ways: as a sensitive and intuit, I found it excruciatingly difficult to discern between being oversensitive and just plain hurt.  Over the past two years, Jesus and I have been working on my self esteem, values and perceptions.  I now know that I am okay, worthy and pure in God’s eyes.  This has changed not only my persona, but my boundaries.

I have found freedom in authenticity.  It has been a tiring, painful journey to get to this stage in the game-where I have tired of the human punching bag role in life.  I think myself equal with all people, no better, no worse.

How is Jesus working in your life?  Anyone have a similar experience?  I’d love to hear your thoughts~<3

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~