I Came To Win

I have always been competitive. There was an “incident” when I was about thirteen years of age. My brother and I were having a ping pong game on the deck of the Canoe Island Lodge beside the beautiful Lake George-to this day my favorite place in the universe. We played back home, and may I humbly say we were good? We were damn good.

I lost the match. Before I could even think (I can still see the look on his face) I hurled my paddle as hard as I could, in his direction. To this very day it haunts me to think of what would happen had he not moved out of the way? The joke was on me, as there wasn’t another paddle, and that ended our sibling rivalry for the week.

I peed my pants after beating Kathy Quarto in a mile race. The girl had plagued me from the moment I met her, literally. She was one notch above in academics, a few notches in the athletic field. I just couldn’t beat the bitch, until one day I’d had enough. I remember the looks on my team member’s faces-shock, hilarity and pity. As happens in marathons and other fields of energy expenditure, one may lose control of their bowls after pushing their bodies to the limit. I wanted to explain this to my crew mates, but I was too busy running past them, peeing my pants the entire way to the locker room.

Good times.

I had the highest average on my bowling team in high school, Mom bought me a bright purple ball, and bag set for my efforts. After winning my trophy, my bestest ever friend, Denise threw it at me and let’s just say-she didn’t miss. I walked with a limp for a whole semester.

And yes, she was one of many Jezebels who hurt me and are no longer a part of my life.

Nanner, nanner.

No, Barry, the economy is not your accomplishment. Vomit, belch, fart.

So, to finally get to the point of this blog, and that is to tell you I did not spend the last three years of my life immersed in the 4 and 8kun boards to lose. No siree dee.

Year of the BOOMERANG
https://youtu.be/RerQ7uPv9nM

Wowza. [THEY] didn’t want THIS video uploaded.

Wink. Wink.

Hauntingly Familiar

So I wandered through my gardens today, half heartedly. I usually love my time in the garden, but today I wasn’t feeling it. My mood was great, I just wanted to be sitting on my ass.

In the worst possible way.

I watched as my sister in law drove down are rural Mountain Road, top down on the sportscar.

“HEY MICHELE!”

It didn’t bother me one bit at first. My monster in law lives directly across the street, and let me tell you honey-there is no love lost. She is a narc if there ever was a narc, but since my recovery I see right through the Jezebel spirit. I didn’t speak to her for almost a year because her behavior became so outrageous, so toxic. I wanted no part. In an effort to keep the peace, I forgave her (I am way too forgiving) because it is virtually impossible for me to hold a grudge. She apologized, I agreed to Christmas dinner…

My problem begins when I let my guard down, which, with her anyway? She is so good at the manipulation that she reels me right back in. Don’t get me wrong, she knows I’m on to her-yet she continues her war on my psyche by playing inappropriate games she thinks will bring me down. That isn’t going to happen. However, it is getting to the point that I almost went loco today in front of her “company.”

You see, she had invited my husband’s brother, and my sister in law and her husband who live two hours away. As I pulled at the roots of an old hydrangea-the bells and whistles went off like fireworks on the fourth of July.

Are you fucking serious?,” I yelled in my husband’s direction.

I went on to say how infuckingcredibly rude it was of her to once again invite the entire family sans team Dwain and Michele. Did she not think we could SEE them? Were we invisible?

What in the serious fuckwad.

And then I got mad for my husband. I knew it hurt him, and I was livid.

I grabbed the pup and went for the orchard in the back. I knew damn well they could hear me at the shindig. My Tourette’s kicked in.

WHITE TRASH, MISERABLE BITCH-MANIPULATIVE C***

I didn’t care at that point, in my mind it was far better than appearing like Medusa and hurling the bitch to the ground. I mean, could you just see it? I thought it far better to hurl insults from seven acres away, than to bludgeon her to amidst the catsup and relish.

Instead I stormed into the house. I smoked some medical weed.

Folks, I have found the cure to sobriety amidst the mayhem that is family: cannabis and a Shark vacuum cleaner.

With attachments.

All Will Be Revealed

If you’ve heard the rumors that Led Zeppelin is ‘satanic” allow me to calm your nerves – their record label was satanic, but the men themselves were not. Yes, Jimmy Page was into the occult. Yes, he did buy a haunted mansion. I don’t know the details, but after watching the band win the Nobel Peace Prize a few years back? Let’s just say that Jimmy kept smiling over at Robert Plant. The smile was not reciprocated.

When I wrote my blog last evening, I told you about the Ten Days of Darkness and how, against my better understanding, I gave into the idea after seeing so many Anons talk about the subject. I remember seeing a tweet from Praying Medic clearing up the notions.

I see Anons on the boards and Twitter speaking about the ten days of darkness and they have it all wrong. The ten days…was when Q went dark in 2018.

Praying Medic, Twitter

This is a great place to make my point that you should ALWAYS do your own research. Don’t believe a word I say until you can back up my data. I learned this lesson last evening-as it turns out? They were all wrong. I did not lol at this information this morning. I was ticked off at myself. It turns out that none of us understood until this morning what ten days of darkness meant. The next two weeks will be painful, yes, but for the Cabal, not us. That was my gut, but when John F. Kennedy Jr. tweeted a picture of the white house with the caption-“looks Dark” I incorrectly correlated that with confirmation. He was confirming what the president said while addressing the nation last evening, that the next two weeks would be PAINful. Frankly? I wish I could watch them cower.

And speaking of cowering, how will the narcissists of the world cope with the biblical times we are in? Well, there is so much material about this in the bible. I know in my case I go back and forth between having compassion and wanting nothing but my comeuppance. The pain that we targeted individuals feels at the hands of these psychopaths’ toxicity is a worldwide epidemic. In my opinion they have two choices-turn to Jesus and repent by telling the families and friends they ripped out of your lives the truth. Or suck it up buttercups, ’cause baby the wrath of God is coming down upon your perfect heads.

I was honestly looking forward to the break, but then again?

It would have been pure torture not to be able to write to my people, my tribe. I want to give my heartfelt gratitude to the precious souls who read my work-love to you all around the globe.

Your devotion means everything to me. 🙂 I’m out~

I Came To Win

I have always been competitive. There was an “incident” when I was about thirteen years of age. My brother and I were having a ping pong game on the deck of the Canoe Island Lodge beside the beautiful Lake George-to this day my favorite place in the universe. We played back home, and may I humbly say we were good? We were damn good.

I lost the match. Before I could even think (I can still see the look on his face) I hurled my paddle as hard as I could, in his direction. To this very day it haunts me to think of what would happen had he not moved out of the way? The joke was on me, as there wasn’t another paddle, and that ended our sibling rivalry for the week.

I peed my pants after beating Kathy Quarto in a mile race. The girl had plagued me from the moment I met her, literally. She was one notch above in academics, a few notches in the athletic field. I just couldn’t beat the bitch, until one day I’d had enough. I remember the looks on my team member’s faces-shock, hilarity and pity. As happens in marathons and other fields of energy expenditure, one may lose control of their bowls after pushing their bodies to the limit. I wanted to explain this to my crew mates, but I was too busy running past them, peeing my pants the entire way to the locker room.

Good times.

I had the highest average on my bowling team in high school, Mom bought me a bright purple ball, and bag set for my efforts. After winning my trophy, my bestest ever friend, Denise threw it at me and let’s just say-she didn’t miss. I walked with a limp for a whole semester.

And yes, she was one of many Jezebels who hurt me and are no longer a part of my life.

Nanner, nanner.

No, Barry, the economy is not your accomplishment. Vomit, belch, fart.

So, to finally get to the point of this blog, and that is to tell you I did not spend the last three years of my life immersed in the 4 and 8kun boards to lose. No siree dee.

Year of the BOOMERANG
https://youtu.be/RerQ7uPv9nM

Wowza. [THEY] didn’t want THIS video uploaded.

Wink. Wink.

The River of Deceit

Ah, as He would have it this song just popped up out of nowhere-one of my favorites as it speaks to my own personal pain, self chosen. I’m not quite sure how all of this happened-the knowing, the peace I felt at every turn. It was a bunch of little, then not so little things that cracked my very foundation, then led to a joy I can’t put into words. Almost like childbirth, I would suppose.

You don’t get the miracle. No-not until your body has twisted inside out, every single cell of your body transformed with the life and truth of something so big, so biblical? It literally brings to mind the phrase-

“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

And then, when you’ve learned the ABC’s of it? When you think all is lost and the world is crumbling at your feet, a stroke of the painter’s brush and you see it, you see the LIGHT. You have come home, beloved. Discernment is a very touchy thing: water it with love and care-your truth and power are directly tied to Christ. After the desolation and despair, I come to the part where it gets good-really, really good.

I want to share it with you, but I must be careful in how I do this as these are touchy times in which the word misspoken can break the fragility of Christians around the world who are troubled, unsettled, panicked even. So I will leave the writing to God, although I know what it is I have to say to you.

I received a text from my close friend Jay. He is suffering on a daily basis: you guessed it-the Corona Virus. Now, [they] have been trying to silence me for years. Can’t have the truth out, now can we? After writing my blog entitled Who is Somerset Belanoff? my computer blew a gasket. Prior to that, I had been banned for life on Twitter. After sneaking in the back door so to speak, I realized I had a conundrum.

I could tweet on the phone, but not write my blogs. I had access to so much information that simply can not be shared with you all-without my pc my world became much smaller. I chalked it up to God wanting me to take a break, rather than beat my head against the wall trying to stop the censorship.

Back to the worm moon.

This video is a must watch if you’ve ever wondered, Why God?

Okay. This is what White House Photos had to say on Twitter about this #SuperWormMoon:

You are the mother of all life/

when we lived only in thevseas, you gave us hope/

You caused tremendous waves to tell us ‘leave the sea’/

You ordered us to go to land n build the paradise on earth/

You have been sailing for us in the universe’s ocean.

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Now, we all know the number 144,000 spoken of in Revelations. Would it shock you to know that there are approximately 144,000 sealed indictments awaiting unsealing. This is key. What states have the highest concentration of the Corona Virus? The following video contains the information: the areas of highest concentrations of CV are the exact same areas for the highest number of indictments per state.

Let that all sink in.

Gives a new meaning to Q’s constant phrase: [These people] are sick.

Just suppose our beloved president is a 5D chess player genius. What if the Corona virus, patented in China before the outbreak, was a false flag, a hoax. What if the deep state colluded with the Mainstream Media to create a pandemic and hysteria of mass proportions to take our minds off of what is happening in real time: Trump is using this faux virus as a boomerang right back at the feckless cabal?

So, then @POTUS could turn it around to play the deep state. He can use medical martial law to contain the masses, lessen the threat of rioting in the street, looting, etc. People would stay home, and he could use the border closings and flight restrictions to round them all up, with minimal wear and tear on America’s psyche.

I laid in bed this afternoon, exhausted by grief-it’s my father’s birthday and I miss him terribly. I watched Fox News talk of precautions one must take to protect themselves from the “virus.” The more they talked, the higher the Dow Jones rose. I was transfixed in time, knowing that I was a part of something so big, so amazing and so biblical. I nodded off and slept for hours; deep, restorative REM.

Be blessed beloveds~

I Came To Win

I have always been competitive. There was an “incident” when I was about thirteen years of age. My brother and I were having a ping pong game on the deck of the Canoe Island Lodge beside the beautiful Lake George-to this day my favorite place in the universe. We played back home, and may I humbly say we were good? We were damn good.

I lost the match. Before I could even think (I can still see the look on his face) I hurled my paddle as hard as I could, in his direction. To this very day it haunts me to think of what would happen had he not moved out of the way? The joke was on me, as there wasn’t another paddle, and that ended our sibling rivalry for the week.

I peed my pants after beating Kathy Quarto in a mile race. The girl had plagued me from the moment I met her, literally. She was one notch above in academics, a few notches in the athletic field. I just couldn’t beat the bitch, until one day I’d had enough. I remember the looks on my team member’s faces-shock, hilarity and pity. As happens in marathons and other fields of energy expenditure, one may lose control of their bowls after pushing their bodies to the limit. I wanted to explain this to my crew mates, but I was too busy running past them, peeing my pants the entire way to the locker room.

Good times.

I had the highest average on my bowling team in high school, Mom bought me a bright purple ball, and bag set for my efforts. After winning my trophy, my bestest ever friend, Denise threw it at me and let’s just say-she didn’t miss. I walked with a limp for a whole semester.

And yes, she was one of many Jezebels who hurt me and are no longer a part of my life.

Nanner, nanner.

No, Barry, the economy is not your accomplishment. Vomit, belch, fart.

So, to finally get to the point of this blog, and that is to tell you I did not spend the last three years of my life immersed in the 4 and 8kun boards to lose. No siree dee.

Year of the BOOMERANG
https://youtu.be/RerQ7uPv9nM

Wowza. [THEY] didn’t want THIS video uploaded.

Wink. Wink.

Something Keeps Calling Me

I don’t know if I said this before, so I will try and communicate it now:  anything and everything I write that means something comes directly from the Holy Spirit.  My blogs aren’t written off handedly-there is a spiritual connotation, God gives me the song, and when the synchronicity becomes too much to bare?  I cave, and I write.

Right at this minute there is a war going on:  for your soul, your mind and your faith.  God promised us in Revelations that the enemy can’t take your soul, but what would happen, say, if you sold it?  That’s right-to the other team, the spiritually corrupt enemies of Jesus Christ-they are working non stop to control your thoughts, prayers and mind.

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Some of us have known Jesus our entire lives.  It’s not that we knew who He was as tiny tots, but it is my belief that we knew His love from the word go-I am one of these people.  One of my earliest memories is that of sitting on the pot as a small child.

Please let my family be happy, healthy, holy and safe.

How many toddlers come out with that?  And how many knew at a very young age that they were loved and protected by a gracious and loyal God?  My mother raised us in the Catholic church-and if we learned anything it was to FEAR Him.  At 5 years old I was petrified to step on the crack of a sidewalk, as I assumed that it would, indeed, break my momma’s back.  But when I was alone?  In the quiet, by myself I felt  the love of Jesus.  I don’t think I would have managed the childhood drama trauma if I didn’t know that at the end of the day, God was in control.

And yet, as I grew older, I became an anxious bundle of phobias and limitation.  We were raised to be alarmed at anything and everything.  My very own sister was in a high chair until the age of twelve, but that’s another story for another day.  I remember my first kiss, Tom Shunder-the absolute crush of my life.  I was fifteen and knew that I could not tell my mother.  She had actually told me that you can get pregnant from kissing boys-and I believed her!  So there I was, the next day, looking up French kiss in the Encyclopedia Britannica-it makes me sad just thinking about that day.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/ql6njEt0rvMC/

If you give it your all, this precious thing called Faith will suffice.  God’s grace is sufficient.  There is nothing to fear.  If something doesn’t sit well with you?  Call out His name.