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!

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.

It’s All Been a Pack of Lies

I have always felt an inner peace around animals, perhaps because I know they don’t have the capacity to hurt me as so many humans have-but these “people” can’t touch me now, as I am wearing the full armor of God.  People, if you think true followers of Christ have lily white lives, nothing could be further from the truth.  Look at the people Jesus hung out with, um, that should tell you everything.

I want you to know that I will one day be writing soon enough about my inane and often absurd journey of recovery from addictions.  I am sure I’ll be compelled to write about my travels and feelings, the plight of the homeless et al. again, I just don’t know when that will be.

You see, I am on fire for God.  I burn for Jesus more than ever before, and I can honestly say I never understood the term.

“Yeah, that bitch is ON FIRE for God, let me tell you!”

My thought cloud inevitably read, What The Hell Does That Mean?  And how do I, myself, join the club?  It is only now, at the age of 58 and after years and years of darkness that I can truly say I am free and at peace; and because of the way He has led, protected and loved me?  I can’t help but want to serve Him, and give back to humanity one one millionth of what my Lord and Savior has given to me.

If I am making you want to vomit, I understand.  Not too long ago I would have read this very paragraph and SOL’s (Snarked Out Loud)  I can hear the snort as we speak.  But this has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with Jesus within me.  What were the words in that tune?

“…who saved a wretch like me?”

I was selfish and needy, arrogant at times-always out for me and my needs.  When you accept Jesus into your life, or vice versa, you don’t spontaneously combust with the Holy Spirit-however, if you are a true follower of Christ you will see changes, drastic changes in your values and heart.  You are filled with love for others, and most times it’s because those of us who turn to God are broken.  We have suffered, some of us our entire lives.  We didn’t fit in, we didn’t fit out.  Real human beings broke our spirit.  When that happens one has two choices:  admit their need or turn to lust and greed.

As of now, approximately 51% of the country is either awakened or in the process of awakening.  And when I say awakened I am not talking about the New Age “ascension” model.  I am saying that via Project Mockingbird, we were all brainwashed, literally.  While the Babylonians were thieving and killing?  We were too busy to notice, we had better things to do!  It’s called worshipping idols, folks.  I was one of the worst-give me a People magazine and a beer?  I was in ecstacy.  My entire family followed to gossip rags relentlessy, and with great abandon.  We celebrated the weekly arrival of People like some tribes celebrate feeding the entire village.

I know they omitted and changed some of the language in our bibles.  I will do a blog on that, but I want to point something out-God does not intend for us to love our enemies, when those very foes we fight are Satan’s merry band of demons.

I refuse to love these monsters.

I’m in all out war mode, thank you very much.

 

I Look Up

As I hiked the Susquehanna Valley this morning, I thought of and prayed for the plight of the folks who refuse to awaken, my husband included.  I have done what I could, so I’m giving it to God.  What did God say to Elijah?

They will not listen, but tell them anyway.

It’s not a game to me, the Spiritual battle that is playing out all around us-although I do understand the smoking gun…who wants to rock their own world, everything they have ever believed is a lie, right is left, up is down-the mainstream media takes it to a new level of STUPID every single day.

But now the time has come.  Nothing can stop this, it has been written in the stars, the Word, our very beings are filled with truth-you must search for it, and pray for discernment.  I deleted my Facebook account-you have thirty days-and I still have to open it one more time for any last minute messages.  It was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, but I know what’s coming:

AI, facial recognition, social status…these three things are not good for one who has bucked the system at every turn.  I don’t go out to play, as aside from my husband?  There is no one to play with.  Not until the whole truth is out will I venture into unknown territory.  I am sick to death of being:

Stared at blankly.

Laughed at.

Told I am out of my mind.

Advised I should stay off the internet.

Disrespected.

There is good and great news on the horizon.  Don’t believe me, do your own research.  John F. Kennedy, Jr. is alive and well.  Mike Pence is a sadistic child rapist and murderer, and his time is coming, you can take these things to the bank.

We need Jesus desperately.  I just read a great article about the current times, and according to Thomas St. Germain?  We are only seeing about 5% of what is really going on around us.  The worst thing you can do is succumb to the darkness, that is exactly what the Cabal wants.

Satan is the father of all lies.

Satanists have another thing coming if they think their “god” loves or even likes them-he is the Great Destroyer.  Don’t get caught up in what the world is doing, we are not a part of this world.

And one last thing:  lukewarm Christians, know-it-alls and even a few people I know are in for an extremely rude awakening.  Don’t shoot the messenger.  Good things are coming.

For the meek shall inherit the earth.

 

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.

If I Were the Devil…

 

I haven’t been writing on the subject of our reality in this day and age:  the fight of GOOD against EVIL, the thinning of the veil, pure evil being brought into the light-simply because the good news comes now, at warp speed.  The Good News meaning a myriad of things, but first and always foremost it is the story of Jesus.  He was born to Joseph and Mary (a virgin) in the little town of Bethlehem.  He grew to fulfill His purpose, which was to sacrifice himself, on that wretched cross, to pay the debt for our sins.  He died, but He rose again-bringing with him the Holy Spirit.  He now sits at the right hand of our Father, in heaven-with all of the Saints and Angels.

People.  If God could save a wretch like me?  He can, and will, save the likes of your sorry butts 🙂 All you need to do is ask Him to come into your life.  If you ask Him to, he will forgive all of your trespasses-and welcome you with open arms.  In my case, as bad as my life had become for so many reasons?  I needed to hit bottom-which ended up being my husband telling the social worker in the emergency room that I had pointed a knife at him, over a bottle of wine.

And then, he burst into tears.

I was accompanied to the bathroom by a police officer, who stood suicide watch on me through the night.  They gave me meds so strong, that I slept through the next day-as my husband emptied the house of any vestiges of booze.  The next few years were the absolute worst/best of my life.  But mostly worst.  I clung to Jesus for dear life!

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I want you to know a few things, such as I was not awake myself until two years ago.  The PTSD and Lyme had taken their toll on my mind and my immune system.  My anxiety and depression left me incapable of dealing with any stress whatsoever.  Ironically, the quest for truth God put me on has added to the trauma.

But yet when I am my weakest, only then am I strong.

This sentiment in this scripture  speaks to me, speaks to my very soul.  I have lived through a life that could not have been lived by the faint of heart.  From the time I was a young, chubby girl yearning to be loved to the anorexic fright of a waif, weighing in at 73 pounds, Jesus has been with me.  Even in my isolation, there was a solace and peace-I was never truly alone.  I desperately needed Him.  A  grueling battle with alcoholism and addiction to opioids left me feeling unworthy, unloved and unwanted.  I can honestly say I despised myself, and drifted away from the church.

This isn’t the story I want to be telling, but one day during the first year of my sobriety, I fell to my knees in eight inches of snow, and cried out to Jesus.  I wept and wept and prayed that He forgive me for my transgressions-it took me awhile to believe it, but he did, and I felt it.  To this day I literally take one moment at a time, one day at a time asking the Holy Spirit to guide my endeavors.  On paper?  God waking me up at such a time as this is objectionably hilarious.  Me?  The girl that screams bloody murder when she mistakes her slippers for a rodent?  The gal who can’t read Dean Kuntz at night, even with her husband right beside her?  The girl who has to light every candle in the house for aromatherapy, just to write a check?

I have really bad issues with money.  Oy vey.

Yes.  Apparently so.  The Great Awakening is about a movement of like minded people,  who begin to realize that the life they had been living was an absolute shit show.  We just didn’t know it at the time.  The treason and evil go deeper than a hundred blogs could cover.  We are at the inception of a mass awakening, as the Trump administration (through QAnon) begins the delicate unraveling of the truth.  The corruption.  The evil on a scale that “would put 99% of America in a hospital.”

I have news for the enemy.

President Trump wants to control the drop of information, so as not to alarm and cause mass hysteria.  I want this blog to be a place where you can come to get the absolute truth, in a loving and humble manner.  All glory goes to God, thousands of people have this information-and we are okay, for the most part.  There are support groups, those who will answer questions, and those that offer the truth in a safe, timely and responsible manner, that honors God and country.

Tomorrow we’ll take it from the beginning,

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“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~