Physician, Heal Thyself

 

I’m back BABY!!!!  I am back amongst the living, trying to adjust to my new laptop.  I almost walked out of Staples on Saturday: I had one picked out-the cheapest one, and I was dead set on that model-when Mr. Staples, Jr. abruptly said:

“We don’t have that in stock, you’ll have to drive to Hershey.”

I mumbled a few choice words to my husband.

How convenient.  I’m not driving to Hershey!  Seems a bit fishy, they can’t keep the cheapest computer in stock…..let’s go, I’m done.”

The twelve year old salesperson stared at me, stunned I wouldn’t fall for the next to cheapest model, which was $100 more.  And then, by some twist of fate, I ended up walking out with that more expensive laptop.  And so it goes…

Oh what a delight to be back, writing, researching, and coming up with new ideas for my blogola.  I hope I didn’t forget how to write.  It’s not like riding a bike, folks.  I was thrilled with the idea of writing weekly, until I remembered the words of Christian Mahai-write, write, write.  The frequency of my blogs isn’t important, it’s the content.  So, let’s get right into it, shall we?

The above song is by Flyleaf, a Christian band I love.  I don’t believe they are together, and I know the lead vocalist took time away from singing to have a family-the point of this song?

Notice the voice in this video, by Joe M., The Storm is Upon Us.   This is the voice of John F. Kennedy, Jr.  The fact has been verified that John John is very much alive and well.  If you really want hour by hour coverage of The Plan, follow Joe M. on Twitter, you won’t be disappointed.

In other news:

Remember this:  the truth shall set you free.  God is with us and for us, no man can stand against us.

Be blessed.

 

An Open Letter to Joe M. @stormisuponus

Awhile back, I lost my cool on a guy on Twitter-Joe M. @thestormisuponus-it was back when Q told us that JFK, Jr. was not alive, after leading us in the direct opposite direction for months. I cried out in rage, almost convinced that QAnon was a Psyop, and that didn’t sit well with my discernment.

Literally two seconds after I left the boards, poor Joe M., in an attempt to console me, said that there is “disinformation on the boards as well.”

My response?

“This is the ULTIMATE betrayal!!!!”

A good shrink I used to see told me that anger is rooted in fear. And when we fear, whom do we go to? That’s right, Jesus.

And so it was, a few hours later, that I walked the trails of a wildlife sanctuary with my golden retriever. I looked up, I looked within, and popped the question.

“Abba, is John F. Kennedy, Jr. alive?”

Now Joe, you don’t know me from squat. You wouldn’t know that I have CPTSD, am a victim of NPD, and have suffered great heartache in my life because the people I treasured betrayed me. They lied to me. They manipulated me. They devastated me. As a result, I trust no man.

However, my friend, I do trust God. And in answer to my question? The Holy Spirit moved me to look down. What I saw was a Tiffany Blue feather, literally shining brightly by the corn stalks. I knew at that moment that John John was alive and well. My gratitude knew no bounds. I was uplifted and inspired-QAnon was no Psyop.

Just like you say, Joe, there must be disinformation-the black hats are watching. But I wanted you to know that I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s show, and between you and me?

I think you’re him.

Damn Right, It’s Better Than Yours

I remember the day well, we were hiking in treacherous Blue Mountain territory-when I say treacherous, I mean SNAKES. My husband had just tried to convince me that snakes weren’t around on sunny Fall days such as the one we were blessed with-snakes don’t come out in the Autumn, he said. I didn’t believe him, but it sounded good to me at the time. That was until I almost stepped on the slithery, incredibly long and imposing black snake, who, by all appearances, had been waiting for me since 1973.

“You know to put a piece of tape over your webcam on your computer, right?”

Thinking this was a new way of terrorizing me, I laughed.

“Why, on God’s green earth, would I have to do that?,” I cackled.

Just then, and with no warning, a shot rang out, and I hit the ground for cover, you know, your EMT training kicks in at the craziest times. As I spit the flat earth out of my mouth, my husband assured me he had “frightened” the snake.

“He won’t be bothering you any more.”

Folks, that is a true story, and I am telling it because I need to explain how I am the victim of some of the most bizarre tomfoolery ever witnessed by mankind-at the whim of my husband, no less.

So, after I had put my hat back on and had somewhat regained what little composure I had left, I asked again. Why would I have to tape my web cam shut?

And as it happened, on Christmas Eve, the meltdown of a lifetime, now on video, for all the world to see. At least I think they got a shot at me-as I was caught with my pants down, so to speak, and it went like this:

The Deep State Cabal is having a temper tantrum because they know. They know what’s coming-and if you want a good laugh at their expense, by all means, Tweet the word GITMO. Or QAnon. It drives them crazy, and they’re already hot messes of the Kuru kind-their assets have been frozen, they are monitored by ankle bracelets and espionage of the White Hat variety. We know every move they make. But it goes both ways, and after a day of struggling to get the news (my wi-fi mysteriously disconnects each time I hover over the target, my phone insists on me pin pointing my location, I have screen shots of frightening threats and computer codes-I have learned how to take said Android apart, and put it back together once safely home) out, I had a conniption fit befitting HRC herself. I mean, I lost it…

I began ranting at my pc-cursing the shadow government, raising my fists to the air at the injustice, and yes, at one point? I pulled up my shirt to expose a breast, whilst uttering a Tourette-like stream of ugliness in their direction.

I felt better, until I took a second look at my computer webcam, where the masking tape had been.

I gasped, thinking of the shit show I had allowed them to see, and then it hit me-I have really nice breasts. I mean, after a lifetime of flat chested agony, the girls have finally sagged a bit; giving me ample bosom for flashing the best of the best, those sons of bitches who rain on my parade.

Take that, clowns.

At Work Forces…

I laughed out loud last evening when I heard that Rage Against the Machine was banned from the set of Saturday Night Live. Apparently, their politics don’t mix-go figure.

I am here to tell you a few things that are FACT, so much so that you can look these things up on USA.gov-and that is what I finally told my brother. Frankly, I sent him a text telling him that there is a high probability of martial law in the very near future. I am going to share the following video, as I find it fair, balanced and from very reliable sources.

As far as I can surmise, and this being my opinion based on certain facts-I think it fair to say that George W. Bush is missing. His Twitter account is now marked private, and his own wife is not following him. Not much to go on, but if you are privy to the QAnon boards, this makes total and complete sense. I also believe that after John McCain and Herbert Walker Bush’s executions, George W. was the next in line, due to the severity of his involvement with 9/11. The mainstream media does not want you to know that 9/11 was a fraud, perpetuated by the very same government we elected. This is treason in its highest form, and horribly upsetting, the lives lost-families torn apart!

Here is what I have found about the Martial Law issue. Basically, we have a curfew and will have the United States military, united with veterans who can freely join in the movement, as can citizens-just like you and me.

See something, say something.

Have two weeks of supplies ready at any given time. Medications, water, First Aid, cash.

President Trump and the US military are fighting as we speak. Fighting to bring our country back to its people, fighting for our very lives.

There is nothing to fear, God’s got this. #WWG1WGA

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QTip

I am almost hesitant to write this blog, as the last time I wrote on this subject matter? I was called names like, “reprehensible c***,” “delusional F*** face, and my personal favorite?

“I feel sorry for your husband. You are a whack job, imbecile.”

Projection, projection, projection! It’s what the Swamp does best-accuse conservatives of the very thing they are doing, and folks, there is no time to waste, the choice to KNOW will be yours.

It isn’t pretty, it isn’t fair, and it isn’t going to bring us down. I suggest that when doing your own research (QAnon is not a brainwashing PSYOP, as the MSM would have you believe)-in order to protect The Plan there will be disinformation. But Q has always asked us to think logically, think for ourselves, and in doing so? You too will be awakened.

I don’t tend to care what other people think, never have, never will. And thank God I don’t, because the Peanut Gallery is doing some high volume shrieking, and for the very reasons I share this video. They are frightened, panicking, and know that their Satanic, Pedophilic, Cannibal Abuse will be coming to an end-and I mean soon.

The witched and warlocks of Washington, Hellywood, the music industry-they are all going down. Those who did not kill will be given a choice, those who did-GITMO and hanging. No, President Trump isn’t fooling around. And it was proven at the cough, belch, vomit-funeral of Poppy Bush…the man who organized the death of JFK, and the unmerciful, unimaginable terror of 9/11.

As the Deep State planned the funeral for D5, Trump’s plans were temporarily put off. However, this from Q:

“Nice move, DS. Allow us to counter.”

Here is the brilliant counter in vivid technicolor. Never, in the history of mankind, has a presidency been so transparent. QAnon is a means to that end, and at the end of the day? I will follow Him.

“Poppy” Bush…the Satanic, Nazi, Reptilian, Pedovore who Killed JFK.

This information is all coming out, but some of us have known for years, others forever and a day. We are now being inundated with truth, as the Great Awakening begins to unfold. I believe that Donald J. Trump was ordained by God for such a time as this. Mark Taylor, the author of The Trump Prophecies, is saying that all of what is happening is biblical. I want to buy this book, as I believe we are living in the most enlightening time in history. The veil is thinning, as I have said for a year now. Just last evening, at the nudge of the Holy Spirit, I took a picture of the mist in our yard, where I have shown you pictures of angels before. I snapped the pic and ran into the well lit house. I asked my husband what he saw, and he confirmed my suspicion-a beautiful angel. I will get it uploaded soon, God willing.

I feel as if Jesus is comforting the weary, battle worn soldiers who have fought the good fight, but all on deaf ears and bitter hearts; ruined holidays, the thought police, biting your tongue-until it bleeds. I believe we are right around the corner, and when the whole thing blows up? It is people like us who will be persecuted-as hate is seen around the world-the ignorance, the sheeple are the people who are making it worse. The information is online, via many avenues at this point. It is not conspiracy radio, it is alternative media: where they back up their sources and do the hard work, to get to the truth, at any cost. It can be confusing when looking for someone to trust. I can personally speak for the SGT Report, Patriot Hour, War Drummer, McAllister TV-that can get you started in your search. Look at France-the people are resisting Macron. Paris is on fire as the police have removed their hats in protest and to join the patriots in their plight for freedom, no matter the cost.

I think we owe it to ourselves and our families to come to the truth, once and for all. As Where We Go One We Go All.

He is responsible for the death of president John F. Kennedy.

He was the perpetrator of 911. There is proof of him placing a bet on how many would die in the explosion.

He was a monster. He killed children. He killed hope.

Shed no tears for this man. May he meet the god he served.

Expand Your THINKING…

In 1999, we lost an American treasure. Or so we thought. He went down in a plane, his wife and her sister aboard. An innocence deep within my soul was shattered that day. I bought a morning paper and wept, unabashedly at work.

“THIS CAN’T BE REAL,” I sobbed. He wouldn’t fly in bad weather, he wouldn’t fly with a bad foot, he always took a flight instructor with him and had been flying his own aircraft for 17 years! And then they blamed it on Carolyne Bissett’s medication, and I knew. I knew right then and there-set up. I couldn’t prove a thing, and at that time? Who could?

A friend and coworker tried to make sense of what I was so upset about. I tried to make sense of it, but alas, she couldn’t comfort me. Everything seemed so pointless and tragic. I slid further into my addictions, giving up hope of ever finding the truth-I drank my life away. I had shut down. I had given up onme.

Flash forward 19 years…I am sober, I am healing from my PTSD, I am a functioning human being. Of course, as you know, holidays are HELL for me and this past Thanksgiving was no exception. I had given up on red pilling another soul-it was as if these people I thought I knew were brainwashed into not believing word one about the Great Awakening. The whole mess came crashing down in a FUBAR of a holiday, in which I was verbally attacked by my sister in law and her sister in law.

I attempted the impossible. I sat down with the girls (my SIL is a pain in my ass, but I love her) and gently began my story. What followed was a preposterous attack on my credibility, and FAKE NEWS screamed in my face. Of course, as you know, I am a thug-my Irish temper knows no bounds-I left the house and went home, to spend the duration in bed with my dog.

I am going to get an electric cattle prod and prepare it for the next time someone is so incredibly rude to me. I mean, I HAVE HAD IT.

The citizen journalists of this world are preparing for war. That’s correct: we are in a war with the Mainstream (Mockingbird)Media, who hasn’t told the truth in over fifty years. We want to get the word out! The Cabal is crashing around these Pedophiles and Pedovores. And as it turns out? John F. Kennedy, Jr. was told that Hillary Clinton had a million dollar hit out on him-she wanted the NY Senate seat, so she blew up his plane.

But now is where it gets good. JFK, Jr. faked his death in order to provide justice to those who took his father’s life. He is alive and well, and he intends to BRING THE PAIN, as only he and our beloved Donald J. Trump know how to do.

Enjoy the Show!!!!!!