A Passionate Man, Sainted Anon

Good afternoon!  My ADD has won, I give up.  I’m done trying.  Sweet Mary, Mother of God have I had my head up my bottom!  Literally.

It has been a day, but a good one indeed.  Why, you ask?  Because the good guys, the Patriots, the White Hats-at the direction of our beloved Donald J. Trump (who has accomplished amazing and terifically brave things in the fight for our lives and country back)  There is no opinion other than that, and that isn’t being a Socialist-it is about being a pragmatist.

Google, Facebook, and soon the MSM-they will answer for the censorship and in extremely expensive ways at that.  There has just been a lawsuit filed, don’t quote me but I believe it represents all conservatives who have been silenced and shadowbanned.  Let’s face it, the past two and a half years have been debilitating.  Shunned by a society that worships the AntiChrist, simply for voting for Trump.  A hellish few years, but we are experiencing the literal TAKEDOWN of evil at its absolute worst.

There is a film, I have not watched it-I don’t want to.  I think it’s illegal to do so, but I am not sure.  This snuff film caused grown men to cry, vomit and seek therapy.  No one is going to sue me for saying this, they are the facts:  Hillary Clinton and Huma Abedein raped, tortured and then consumed a child.  For Adrenochrome.  FACT.

As Juan (or, as some including myself believe-JFK, Jr.) would say, this country needs to “Grow The Fuck Up.”

I wanted to share this vid to show you that my information and sources are credible, and that I do a great amount of research before I come to any conclusions.

Sainted, baby, thanks for the mention!

I Confess…

In 1990, I married my fiancée of five years, in a Catholic ceremony. I did it with the full knowledge that I was in love with another man. I take full responsibility for the role I played, however, it still makes for good reading.

The wedding had not gone off without a hitch, no pun intended. I had an ex who had threatened to “crash” my wedding: I took care of this little inconvenience by hiring a security guard, who was given a picture of the man in question. As the limousine containing my mother, my father and myself pulled up to the church? I see said security guard frisking a friend of mine, who happened to have red hair, but looked absolutely nothing like the red head who had planned to embarrass me at my nuptials. As my father and I sat in the back, knocking back the champagne at warp speed, my friend Dan approached the stretch.

“Michele, they won’t let me in.”

After my father and I pulled our laughing carcasses off of the floor, I had a quick meet and greet with Mr. Robotto. I had asked that he not come dressed like a cop, which he did. I had asked that he come to me before throwing anyone out, which he completely ignored. Needless to say he was fired, and my nemesis never made it to Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

I had asked my maid of honor to search the church for the man I was truly in love with, as he was my husband’s employee, and had been invited. I knew, with certainty, that one look at that man and I would make The Graduate look like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. A mix of high anxiety and no sleep the evening before, I was a whirling dervish of angst and punchiness. I don’t remember walking down the aisle with my father, but I DO remember this scene:

My girlfriend Gina had been given the assignment of reading scripture. And as she began to quote Corinthians, she stumbled on a word. To the normal person, this would have gone unnoticed; to an exhausted and heartbroken bride to be? The funniest thing I had ever heard. When I laugh, well, it’s with my whole body-and I am not quiet about it, no, not at all. I laughed so hard that the priest began to become unhinged, and as hard as I tried…and then, the icing on the cupcake of the service: hearing my father and best friend laugh with me, I was gone. I collapsed at the altar, thus ensuring the crowd that this would be a day that would live in infamy.
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It wasn’t until the ex and I pulled away from the cozy bed and breakfast; our friends and family waving us on, headed towards Martha’s Vineyard, that this song played. And as I sat, numbed and tortured by a forbidden want, hot tears of recognition trickled down to the post card I had been writing:

HAVING A WISH, TIME YOU WERE HERE…

I mailed it from Nantucket.

To Dwain, with love… (to be continued)

OK, Now You’re On My Nerves

Why, oh why, didn’t I listen to myself when I put me on a Twitter ban?  Coulda, shoulda, woulda…but today I had my fill.  Good.  Day.  Twitterville.   I said, Good Day!  This was day two of absolute hysteria, and I was going to get to the bottom of it, so help me God.

I was standing in the grocery store when it happened.  The twat alert.  A girl I had befriended sent me an incredibly upsetting tweet, and rather than remain calm and sedated?  I took the effing bait.

A while ago, last year, I befriended a man who called himself Morpheus.  Green as I was, I allowed him to bully me into doing a background check on Dustin Nemos.  Because he had a picture of the Morpheus in the movie, I for some reason assumed the dude was big and black.  He intimidated me, like I said-newbie.  After awhile he sent me his name, Keegan Reid.  While doing my research I found a Keegan Reed alright, but a Bigfoot Expert extraordinaire was he.  He was nerdy, geeky even.  I watched two videos:  one in which he was literally interviewed as an expert on Sasquatch.  The other a video of Keegan by himself, in a pizza joint, talking about some crazy ass stuff, while admitting that no, he had never seen “the Sasquatch Peoples.”

Holy fazuck!  I said to myself-that dude is a lunatic.  He was very self serving and attention seeking.  He retold the story of his near death experience, over and over again.  Later, when he opened a new account he had changed his name to I Am..New Life with a profile pic of a lion.  Long story short, he resurfaced again-only this time talking as if he was God and that just pissed me off.

So, as I am standing in line in the grocery store, I see this tweet alerting his followers that the “three days of darkness” is coming.  Do not go outdoors, cover your windows, I am warning you.  I’m not gonna lie-I freaked the fuck out.  I was sent into a tailspin, why did I not know about this?  Where in the bible does it say this is coming?  And for some reason, my biggest worry was that my dog wouldn’t be able to go outside and pee because the demons would get them.  What was I ever to do with my poor outdoor cats?  Should I warn my family?

Jesus, Mary and Joseph I was literally bawling.  So I messaged Mr. Reed and told him I knew who he was, and that I was going to report him to National Security.  I was as livid as it gets, but here’s the rub-if it wasn’t for the Holy Spirit I would not have known that he was dreadfully wrong, and it was a good possibility that he could cause a nationwide panic the likes this country hasn’t seen since Orwell.

So here I sit, migraine level one thousand, and do my research into this three days of darkness.  There is nothing in the bible speaking of this, and the basis for this comes from a “prophecy” of a Catholic nun in 1958.

Seriously?

I have a study bible folks, nothing.  Just a bunch of lunatics about to steal the show.

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.

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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.

“Arggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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.

 

 

 

“I am not suicidal. I am not suicidal.”

I didn’t know Isaac well, but we were in touch, now and then.  I wrote to him to offer help with the counseling (for the Satanic Ritual Abuse survivors) but turns out he needed people in LA, not Pennsylvania.  He had a good heart.  He began a truth movement, targeting people he knew in Hollywood (Isaac was an actor) and outing their evil, pedophilic debauchery.  Seth Green was his first, and I remember watching his very first video.  He and Seth were good friends, and he was extremely emotional.  It took great courage to take this to the public.

Some things were accomplished, and foremost in the minds of those who loved him was the bothersome question:

How in the bloody HELL is this man going to stay safe?

Moments prior to his appearance on the [Alex Jones] show, I contacted him to offer some support-Isaac was anything but frightened or nervous.  Afterwards, we both laughed at how hard AJ tried to get him riled up-we laughed harder when Isaac stuck to his story, and held on to his integrity.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I saw the news:  Isaac Kappy dead, of suicide, after jumping from an Arizona bridge.

No!  NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went to his last video-he was in trouble.  He fucked up.  He repeatedly said that he was not suicidal.  Isaac struggled with addiction (another commonality) to Meth and gambling.  He was honest about it.  But things had been looking up for him recently:  a combination of his new music and a brighter outlook on life.  He fondly called his followers famalam, and his air hugs were poignant in a way I can’t put to words.

I cried for hours.  Sobbed, actually.  It is hard for the regular Joe to understand the bond the QAnon community shares.  I have worked in an ER, and in nursing homes-when you work in a war zone, you share an intimacy with your coworkers-just as veterans of the military do.  The adrenaline is pumping and you rely on you peers to support you in the fight for victory, justice.

Not unlike those of us who support Donald J. Trump, QAnon, and the fight to crush the blackhats and make America Great Again.  We are vulnerable digital soldiers, and the dangers involved in speaking against this otherworldly deep state are real.  William Cooper, Seth Rich and now, Isaac.

This isn’t over.

There will be justice for Isaac.  He fought so hard.  The reality of his day to day exposure to victims and their stories, combined with the stress of staying safe took their toll.  He always said that nobody would mess with him, implying that there was a security team of sorts, the likes of Dirty Harry and Bikers for Trump…I find it chilling to think of him in his final moments.  When he realized his fate, how terrified he must have been.

It is my belief that Mr. Kappy is with his famalam in Heaven, where his tears are wept away-and he doesn’t have to run, from anyone, ever again.

 

Such A Time As This

I’d like to tell you that I am hard at work, putting together a new and improved blog-but I would be lying.  I simply don’t have a square to spare.  I would like to have a few categories for each blog-Faith, WWG1WGA, Music, Cooking and Gardening and Mental Health. 2ATryTakeThem I would like to focus on that in the near distant future.

Let’s start with the real news.  What we are seeing is the spiritual battle that takes place in Ephesians 6.  It is my opinion that we are not in the end times, simply for the question-Why would God MAGA, only to squash it under his thumb right away? But only Abba knows the day and the hour.  In the video, Michael says we are to reach out and comfort one another-but so far my kind of comfort has fallen on deaf, dumb and blind ears.

Put on the full Armor of God

As it happens, Ephesians 6 has this very information.  There is nothing to fear with Jesus, and frankly, no one knows how it’s going down, this roping in of the black hat posse.  I know that the marines will be out in full force, I know that we can trust our president, and I know God is on our side.  What we are preparing for is possible civil unrest.  The people who are going down, in a very big way?  They have never cared for or about you for one millisecond.  These maggots are the descendants of Cain, I have research to prove it.  We, those of us who walk with Christ (it’s free!  Just call out his name, and ask him to take your life into His loving hands) are descendants of Abel.  Very confusing, but I will link this for you below.

This is the thing, we are all, every one of us, engaged in a spiritual battle, subject to satanic attacks-because as Christians, we are no longer on the side of the diablo.  

Paul tells us in Ephesians that we are to put on the full armor of Jesus, which means:

The belt of truth.

The body armor of righteousness.

Peace that comes from knowing the good news, your shoes.

The shield of FAITH.

The helmet of SALVATION.

Your sword?  The word of God.

What our president wants us to do is this:  protect ourselves and our families; see something, say something.  Very dangerous people are being surrounded by The Storm, and nothing, nothing can stop what’s coming.

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I wasn’t a fan of Mark Taylor at first, and I attribute that to my PTSD.  I literally don’t trust anyone.  Ok, Jesus and my husband.  The dog.  I’ve learned the incredibly hard way not to take people at face value-let’s just say I was a tad naïve.  But I used to be many things that I no longer fancy, and I do my investigating-trust me.  What I do know is that many people we trust aren’t worthy of it, and those we don’t-they are the real deal.  That’s how life works.

Don’t let anyone take your guns, your children or your civil rights.  Locked and loaded, baby.

Fight the growing censorship against conservatives, who are trying to help the world awaken from the nightmare our brainwashed minds have endured.

Just stay alert, and don’t forget to dance.

 

Imbecile Wind

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Please proceed with caution.  I am triggered and that means there’s a good chance you may be too, so…don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I was wondering when the dam would break.  Just yesterday I was marveling at the fact that I am not, in fact, in a mental institution after the stress of the past two years.  I say this entirely serious-as a heart attack.  If I had known what lay ahead?  Let’s just say it’s amazing what Jesus can do for one’s health.  Amen!

I have always cared, a bit too much, for people who don’t give a flying fig about me.  It’s my nature to love, and in fact, I find it close to impossible to say anything that would hurt someone else’s feelings.  I cannot stand for bullies, and I just can’t stomach malice.  There is an exception to every rule, and today has been coming for a very long time.

I have always had a cause or two, animals, battered or abused women and children, banning Sharia Law from this country…LGBT rights.  When it came to the real news?  I had not a clue, as I was busy living my life self centeredly; it’s what addicts do best.

Biden, Pence, G.W., Obama, Clinton and their wives were given an envelope. It wasn’t good news.

Here’s the thing.  I woke up in 2015, when working for a client who listened to Rush Limbaugh at volume ear bleed on his Bose.  Religiously.  I was a Democrat at the time and a feisty one at that.  As the days and weeks went by, I learned horrifying details of what Barry Santero and Michael Richards were doing.  I would yell out loud, and ask John, an 85 year old Italian, who had an opinion,  about everything, what in the Harry Belafonte was GOING ON?

“This can’t be, they’re ruining the country.”

“I think he’s the antichrist.”

“Yep, it’s deliberate.  He’s a muslim.”

I conservatized my butt then and there, on the spot.

“Why do you hate that guy?”

I didn’t want to step on any toes, but I began trying to get the word out to my friends and family.

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Here they are, yup, they’re all there! My nearest and dearest…

My situation changed, and I could no longer work due to my PTSD.  Praise God we won my disability case, as to this day I can’t commit to a haircut, let alone job.  The Lyme disease reared its putrid head around this time-I had long days of resting, and I took to the Truther ropes with relative ease.

At first it was Alex Jones, who ended up being a bad actor.  To this day I am unsure of the real truth about some of his theories-he is paid disinformation, don’t forget.  I slowly found my way, with Jesus’ steadfast love and encouragement.  What I learned I can’t unlearn.  And yes, there are days when I wish I could-my life is now pre and post red pill.  I get teary watching certain shows, dreamily thinking of the days when we took life at face value.  When women weren’t men, and presidents didn’t cause race wars, or fund the terrorist militias, or murder innocent children.

That absurd bill for hotdogs that you and I paid for?  It was code.  Code for prepubescent boys.  And yes, Pedogate is real-as real as it gets.  Did I want this information?  NO!!!!  Yet the combination of my dread of being snuck up on and my drive for the truth (it may be a hard pill to swallow, but it will set you free) set me on a three year journey of unpleasantries, life changing belief systems and absolute night terrors.

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At each and every opportunity, I gently tried to tell the people around me the truth.  It took my husband two years, two years to realize I knew a lot more than him-he did the research himself and came to his own conclusion.  But the years of “Oh honey, you’re hilarious” took its toll on me.

What do you think it does to a person’s soul when no one around them believes one word that comes from their lips?  I can answer that, it ain’t pretty.  And so it was that I phoned my acquaintance Bea today, upon her request, with news of Mike Pence.

I’m really sorry, but it doesn’t look…”

I don’t believe you!!

That moment I felt something growing within; a rage and fury I had yet to know, and it rises again in the retelling.  Who are you going to believe, your friend of ten years of the MSM?  What on God’s green earth would be my motive to lie?  Please, by all means, shed some light on the situation.

I don’t claim to know about the economy, or the plight of today’s farmers; but what I know for certain (that’s what research does folks, it enlightens one) I share.  I don’t go out into the Twilight Zone blindly nor naively.  I had to learn the hard way whom to trust, and how to get at the truth-I have sources with high military intelligence clearances.  John F. Kennedy, Jr. follows me on Twitter-along with some two thousand other people who just happen to assume I have half a brain-and a good one at that.

From this day hence, I shall banish these people from mine kingdom.

If your first name starts with STUPID?  You’re shit out of luck.

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