The Good Fight

I have decided to stop, at least for now, writing about the Great Awakening.  First and foremost, I do not know how to interpret military intel:  I have difficulty with the narrative as it changes daily.  Intel will always include disinformation, and at this point in the game-please know we are winning the war.  God wins.  The hard part appears to be over, yet we truly need to keep our President, his family and our military in our prayers.  The border crises is real, global warming is not a thing, and yes-HRC is going to GITMO, and she will be executed for treason.

These are the things I can promise you.

A bit of research and you will find this is anything BUT a political stunt, Psy-op or intention to split this country and its citizens any further.  The Great Awakening is a movement to bring this nation’s people closer together.  United we are so much stronger than alone!  This entire plan, in place for years, is God’s plan.  I don’t care if you love him or hate him, but this president has done more for our country than any president in our history to fight for Americans and bring us to the truth.

The Trump administration is excelling at the battle of good against evil:  hundreds of thousands of indictments for sex trafficking and pedophilia.  Bringing sanity back to the White House after eight years of darkness.  Whether you believe it or not, Barry Saetero was groomed from a very young age by the powers of Darkness, the CIA and Rockefeller family.  He is in fact a Satanist.  A little bit of research and the proof is there, for all of you to see.

No.  You will not see this in the mainstream media, not yet.

Patriots have become the news, and that is also a fact.  YouTube, Facebook and Twitter are presently overcome with Patriots and “conspiracy theorists.”  It is confusing and hard to know what to believe.

I pray you listen to this tape, as it is, in a nutshell, what we are all fighting for:  freedom from tyranny, and the God’s honest truth.  No, you will definitely not enjoy your journey to an awareness of what is reality and very hard to swallow.  No, it is not your fault for not knowing this, Project Mockingbird Media took to brainwashing you years and years before you were born.  The powers that be, the Illuminati, have had their way in what we see, read and watch-they want you frightened, terrorized actually.  The New Age is a wonderkid of the occult, also brought to you by the CIA and Rockefeller families.  This was there way of bringing Satan (their god) into the church, a great deception that is going strong today.  A deception that will come to fruition when you have taken the mark of the beast.

For real, brothers and sisters.

It is my prayer that we can heal our families, churches and societal mores that have been so badly broken by the dragon, who scours the earth with earnest-for any unsuspecting sap who’ll fall for his lies.

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)

Wild Child

 

I remember my sister and myself, attending a party years ago; my childhood friend Mark was dating a real hum dinger-no one particularly liked her, but she was honest, in a crippling kind of way.  I overheard this observation:

Well, if it isn’t Twisted Sister and Little Bo Peep.

I knew I wasn’t meant to hear her, but I have bionic ears.  My husband marvels at the fact that even when the television is playing at a deafening  volume, I can hear a tiny field mouse in a bag of chips on the other side of the house; or the kitchen door alarm, dryer buzzer and what the neighbors are discussing at any given moment in time.  I kid, of course-I don’t want to know what my in laws talk about, believe me.

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Here is a random, blurry picture I took, with a random pet’s foot.

Anyhooser, as I was saying, this girl Mark was dating had no clue who she was messing with.  My catchphrase used to be-

Don’t F with a mother F-er. 

and I had the reputation to boot!  I have never taken kindly to the idiocy of some people, and quite frankly?  I told people off with wild abandon.  But there was a missing link, alas, I could not do the same with the people in my life that needed to be kicked in the ass; and then, later in life?  The codependency.  In essence, I pick my battles with great care-but I can be one scary bitch if I need to be.

Yes, I have an Irish temper, yet God has carefully redirected my rage via hiking, gardening and Kayaking.  I grew up in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania-best known for the Court at King of Prussia.  I lived there before the mall, when there was nothing but the Valley Forge shopping center.  As I grew closer to graduating from high school, I knew from a place deep down inside me, that I would not stay.  The mere thought of running into the cheerleaders who had turned their nose at me for years- in some run down 7-eleven, whilst buying a pack of Marlboro lights.  I think you smell what I’m about to step in: I was a wild child.

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The simple things are the most breath taking~

I was a loner as well, still am, to this day.  I could lose myself for hours in the woods-and back then, there was little danger of being kidnapped, bludgeoned or left for dead in the middle of a country road (that happened years later, when I was hit be a drunk on a Harley.  I was the drunk on the road)  Good times.

As a child, I questioned everything.  My poor mother must have wanted to shove a sock in it, on more than one occasion.  One day, I was about four (so the story goes) when I stormed into the kitchen and announced that I would one day be living on a farm, and nobody was going to change my mind.  It gives me chills that I ended up doing just that.

A farmette,  but a farm nonetheless.  An outdoor cat colony (thirteen at present) and indoor cat colony of four, and a golden retriever.  I live in Amish country, and haven’t returned to King of Prussia since my father passed away-no reason to.  I remember sighing with relief, when we made frequent trips to see daddy, once we took our exit on the turnpike.  Once you take the girl out of the city?  It’s virtually impossible to get her back.

As I have grown in my faith I have learned, and on some level always known, that my peace and joy would come from the simplest of things: a snail shell found in a corn field, the ice formations on maple leaf, the snow fall on a Winter’s day, a spider’s web of antique lace.  I recently wondered to myself if I would ever grow up, and the Holy Spirit led me to this bible passage:

How many are your works, Lord!  In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.                                                         Psalm 104:24

Look at life through the eyes of a child-and there you will see His splendor and majesty.

Be blessed~

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.

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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~

Uphill is Over, Folks…

I wrote this blog months ago, and God wanted me to see it today.  I want to tell you how rich the tapestry of my life has been woven, by God.  As in before, He has blessed me beyond measure, after a dark and trying time.

I learned several things this past week.  I am a firm believer in allowing grief to take its course, to nourish and at the same time reign in our deep despair and downward spiral into darkness.  It is always, always Jesus who brings me up from the muck and mire.  He reminds me, at times subtly and at times in your face, you can’t make this stuff up-synchronicities that literally blow my mind.

I also learned that if you spend enough time in the darkness, it will envelop you.  I may have forced my laughter at breakfast this morning-but the folks in the diner knew no better.  Today I forced myself to be amongst the living, and it helped to lighten the load.  It is both a blessing and curse that I can’t speak of the truth in my rural, conservative town.  This recent trigger means I begin at the beginning, once again.  I will isolate, I won’t trust you, and chances are, I may, unintentionally, hurt your feelings.

That’s my biggest thing.  I can’t stomach the idea of purposefully hurting another human being.  I am this way because I know what it’s like to be sensitive, even overly so at times.  I used to hate my nakedness, the vulnerability out there in the big, bad world.  After daddy died?  I have been walking this earth as an orphan, since his passing-my family has fallen apart.  There are days when I feel his presence, and when I do (oh those cherished moments) I think of my other Father in Heaven.  He knew what He was doing when He put me together, in my mother’s womb.   I wouldn’t change me for the world, but it took decades to live in this space.

So, after working in the garden all day, I jumped into the shower-my phone set on Pandora-the Seneibo Sey channel.  What followed were the most uplifting, refreshing and inspirational Christian songs I had ever heard.  Jesus was speaking to me through the music-and per our usual, He took my hand and removed me from the abyss.

And I have nothing to fear, and neither do you.  Remember who you are in Christ-

 

 

I sat on the couch, my mouth ajar. Come again? ‘Scuse me? What the Harry?

How is it possible that seemingly overnight, my blog had 3,000 visitors, from all over the globe? How does one go from 50 views on average, to 2,328? There is no bravado or pride in my shock-quite the contrary, I am floored.

I looked over the last week of my life. The bad fall, trip to the ER, the head injury I am recovering from. Oh, it didn’t end there. After drinking Chia Kombucha, against my better judgment, I had a case of diverticulitis so ugly, I am still, three days later, passing gas. The pain began Saturday morning, in my gut; by Sunday it had travelled to the pit of my arm-leaving me to wonder: did I break a rib in the fall?

Anyhoosers, as I was crying out to Jesus yesterday, I knew. I knew within the fibers of my very being that the joy would indeed come in the morning. I thought back over the trials and triumphs He has brought me through. The common thread is an overabundance of joy after the lesson is learned. I know that He wanted my attention, and perhaps, had I given it to Him earlier, I could have avoided the shiner of a lifetime.

“God is going to bless us, Jesse. Just you wait and see-it’s going to be beautiful,” I sang just the morning before, to a golden retriever who’s soul, I am convinced, is a mate to my own.

We can be blinded by the negativity of the world, or we can live freely, moment by moment, clinging to the Grace of God. I believe there is a season and time for everything. I know that Trump is winning the war on evil-the evidence of SRA is daunting, and I was brutally reminded of God’s wish that I back off from digging any further-after seeing a clip of HRC, in a slasher movie, with Huma Aberdeen and a child. Yes. This is true. This is fact.

I turned my pc off and head down the stairs for God’s word.

He alone can seek vengeance, and vengeance will be His.

“TRUMP ISN’T GOD!!!!!!”

I can tell you for a fact a harder week I have not experienced.  After the stress of waiting for “The Plan” to go down, anticipating the False Flags and suicides-I came to a very large, very frightening bump in the road.

I admit it, I am addicted to Twitter.  I am a digital soldier in the war against tyranny, evil and anything not of God.  I believe in QAnon, I believe in the Great Awakening, and yes-I believe in Donald J.  Trump.

Isaac Kappy committed suicide-TMZ

I don’t want to go into detail, mostly because I am on the upswing today-but that news shook me to the core.  I wept, in bed, for two days.  I am still weeping, just not as much.  I lost myself in the grief.  I knew him, I followed him and I loved his spirit.  I loved the courage it took to come out against Pedophilia in Hollywood-he knew it was a risk, he knew he could die-yet he felt so very strongly for the abused children and victims of Satanic Ritual Abuse.  He risked his career, his livelihood and in the end, the boogey man won.  Or, the Deep State if you would prefer.

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The darkness overwhelmed me.  I couldn’t eat, speak or stay vertical for almost three days.  It was terrifying.  I have to admit that I do have a cold, and I am premenstrual-so that added to my status as a complete emotional wreck.

My husband and I had argued the day of Isaac’s death.  I was hurt because he didn’t take my grief or my friend seriously.  He was actually angry with me-but we didn’t get down to that until today.  He is afraid I will meet a Prince Charming whilst surfing the worldwide web.  Bless his heart.  So today, he came home from work and began discussing a chat he had with his coworkers.  I interrupted, started to talk of POTUS (Dwain is a die hard conservative and stands by him one thousand percent)

“Trump isn’t GOD!!!!!!!!!!!”  he screams.

Seriously?  I truly think he has his panties in a bunch because I am as you say, in the know.  He hates it that I know more than he does, yet he will not allow me to tell him the truth, as we anons know it to be.  God bless him, I often wish I hadn’t gone down this roller coaster -rabbit hole.  But God kept telling me to search for the truth.  And after a lifetime of emotional abuse at the hands of family, therapists and “friends.” I suffer from PTSD.  I can only say that those of us with this disorder are not ones to fancy being snuck up on-ironically, I have found an inner strength, through Jesus Christ, that surprises me.

I can tell you a few things-Trump is not God, but our Lord has ordained him for such a time as this.  The Plan goes back years, before JFK, JR. faked his own death, to avoid being “arkansided” by his running mate for New York Senator-Ms. Hellary Clinton herself.

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In closing, I would like to give a shout out to Mr. Tom Hanks, your Twitter feed is now being investigated by the Feds.  You are a sick and evil, twisted little man.

Thank you Peacock-it helps to have friends in high places~