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.

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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.

 

Les Deplorables

TRIGGER ALERT   TRIGGER ALERT  TRIGGER ALERT

Today is the day that Inspector General Horowitz releases the IG Report.

There will be some truth told today, and not a one of us is going to like it, that’s right.  None.  It was Barack Obama’s intent to slaughter as many Christians as possible:  this information can be found on http://www.whitehouse.gov.  

He bought the guillotines (hundreds of thousands)

He bought the black caskets  (millions)

I will provide the proof.

 

 

Sitting here on Slaughter Beach-named after the migratory Horseshoe crabs washed up on the shore in early June.  This is their breeding ground, and I have been told that you can’t kill them, it’s illegal.

And, as I write this?  I am reminded that it is still against the law to kill Deplorables; at least I believe it is.

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I woke early, eager to watch the sunrise over the bay.  Over the last few days I have had predictable, yet disturbing results when mentioning my beloved POTUS.  As a matter of fact, I would have kept my mouth shut, I mean, I’m on a hiatus-absolutely no need or want for drama.  That didn’t occur to me when the couple staying next door ran into us in the driveway.  I couldn’t help but notice he was military, as his army gear spelled it out.  Here was my chance to talk to another Patriot, and I wasn’t going to miss it.

Thank you for your service soldier!  So, what are your thoughts on our amazing President?

“Sorry ma’am, I can’t comment-good or bad-about the president when in uniform.”

I could feel the underlying tension-you could cut it with a knife.

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I was confused and saddened.

Then, a truly enchanting conversation with the neighbor down the beach.  Effervescent and loving, we bonded immediately.  She was a nurse in our home town, and I brought up my blog.  Not politics, my blog.

I hope to purchase a small cottage on the bay, and I believe the president is working on this country’s affluence as we speak.  Things are going to change for the better, don’t lose hope!, I chirped.

With that being said, the woman turned abruptly away from me.

“Have a nice stay,” she mumbled as she ran, not walked, for her porch.

Hmmm.  Maybe I don’t want a house on the beach in Delaware.

Honey, you’re on vacation, give it a rest.

Now I’m supposed to avoid conversation with other humans?  I think not.

Will we ever live in unity Abba?  Will this nation come together and heal, as it did in the days and months after 9/11?

As I headed for the beach this morning, I ran into a lovely man named Kai.  From Sweden originally, but now living in upstate New York-we talked for the better part of an hour.  We really hit it off, so I didn’t think I was out of line when I showed him the video of Michael O’bummer on the Ellen DeGeneres show.

“Now that is what you call anatomically correct.  No doubt, that’s a man.  Holy shit!!!”

He warned me his wife, Lucille, was headed our way.  He told me to avoid politics at all costs:  My wife will eat you for breakfast.  Do yourself a favor.

And so it was, after discussing the removal of our history, illegal immigration and Trump’s tweets-she said this:

“You know who I really, really liked?  John McCain.  Now THERE was a man with balls.”

Before I stroked out, God reminded me that most people continue to watch the MSM narrative.  It won’t be long before the lamestream is out of our faces for good.  But in the meantime?  I will love humanity whole heartedly, despite our differences.  I don’t want to argue, I want to encourage, uplift.  I had to admit it, I loved this woman.

Later, Lucille said this to my husband-

“I simply adore your wife.  Even if she is a hippy who voted for Trump.”

Carpe Diem folks.  Get out there and love someone today!  Find the common denominator, and love the crap out of anyone who shares the ground you stand on.

For only when we come together will we change the world, one day at a time.

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News to Break Your Heart

This news broke on the Patriot hour not 45 minutes ago.  Please be forewarned: the information is raw and chilling, but in order to ensure this never, ever happens again-we must face the music.

Our children and future generations deserve this.

Rating: R  Not intended for children.

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God will have His victory over evil, and that’s a threat, not a warning.

The QSpiracy Theory

After the Field McConnell debacle, dare I even write about truth?  Ah, the truth, in my opinion is that he and his wife take the money and prayers of the vulnerable, the broken.  They tug on their hearts and sense of patriotism, and faith in a way that defies humanity.

These people are evil.

My rage lies in the betrayal at a time the nation is trying to awaken the masses with the truth.  I have come across the best thing known to a wanna be detective, the Kevin Mardsen  channel on YouTube.  He has been working on revealing the true nature and motives of David Hawkins and Field McConnel.  His search led him to abeldanger.net which then led to the realization that Abel Danger has a porn hub.  Nothing to see here folks.  Meanwhile, the fat F*** from Alaska, Daniel Lee, needs a wife by the end of November.  He has abused and terrorized his last five wives, but hey, Yah told him he would have a wife by November 23rd.  Yah also told him that the “rapture” (found not once in the bible, KJV) would be in September of 2017.  So, there’s that.

So, if we put the heinous past behind us and look to life with the eyes of a child, with the help that only the Holy Spirit can give?  If we truly ask for discernment, won’t He guide us in our ways?  That statement led me down a rabbit hole of nausea and rage, as I woke up to the fact that Abel Danger was a bad operation, and when Lestat took over Field’s YouTube channel?  I knew in my gut that the “news” sites I was subscribed to were all involved in a plot to scam Americans while giving nothing to the movement to save our children.  None of these people, including Timothy Holmseth, are what they say they are.  Many are pedophiles themselves, and if that doesn’t sicken you?  I don’t know what to say.16730301_2154735361332389_8260966481023903396_n

I have been speaking to and about this subject for over a year, and I won’t stop until I feel fit to-and believe me, I have no choice.

I am here to tell you that we are going to be okay.

But first we have to look to God and face the past so at no time in history will the enemy be so powerful again.  We cannot allow this to happen again.  QAnon is not a conspiracy.  It is the plan to save the world-not just America.  To ensure our freedoms and God given rights, to bring peace and love and rejuvination.  We are here to help you, please let us.

 

 

You Fucker, Get up!

I know the band members of Disturbed are pretty scary monsters, but they wrote this particular song about child abuse.

Unless you are QAnons or an extremely woke Patriot?  You won’t know the following facts, and I believe, with God’s permission-it’s time the world knew.  No denial.  No fear.  No flaking out.

WAKE THE FUCK UP AMERICA!  The powers that be are taking our children, selling, raping and terrorizing our children, then murdering them as a satanic ritual to Molech and Baal.

I live in Lancaster County:  it’s human nature to think these things do not occur in our backyards, but sadly-they do.  Harrisburg is a mecca for human trafficking, and after a talk with a local teacher who warned me that SRA is alive and well in our area?  After finding single shoes, and a little boy’s underwear at the lake down the street, after trying to make sense of my irrational fear of white vans?

It all came together in one tumultuous awakening.

This is why I’m here, isn’t it God?

I won’t lie to you-after the supposed death of my friend Isaac Kappy?  I went rogue.  I ran up the stairs, did a nosedive into the abyss that is my bed, and didn’t get out for three days.  If I was awake and vertical, the daymares hit me at a velocity I could not control.

It was the worst few months of my life.  Because I am a recovering addict, I had to knock myself out with Benadryl, or Nyquil cold medicine.  When like a Medusa I rose to get a drink, in my fuzzy bunny slippers and torn robe, my husband appeared to be alarmed, to say the least.

They got him, they got to Isaac,” I wailed.

Who the hell is Isaac?  my husband retorted.

I ran like a harry canary up to my bed once more.  No one understood.  No one.

I still cry, like right now.  I can’t see the keyboard through my tears.  It took all I had to watch this video again.

Isaac exposed pedophiles in Hollywood.  The last time we interacted was right before he went on the Alex Jones show, and I was worried about him.

“I got this.  I know he’s going to try and discredit me, but I got it, don’t worry.”

I’m in no shape to tell the rest of the story.

Don’t let his death, at the hands of the cabal (Tom Hanks, we see you) be in vain.

Isaac was fighting for your children too.

I Must be Hercules…

What is up with the folks who say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle?  I mean, even Moses couldn’t handle His mission without losing it, and as a matter of fact?  David deemed himself unworthy for his tasks as well.  Who handles a cancer diagnoses, the death of a child, or even the loss of a career?

Hey, you have the wrong person!!!

We cry out to God, then have the unmitigated gall to suppose that He doesn’t know what He’s doing.  That being said, the world is full of beautiful and very horrible things: the only way, truth and life is literally the only way.

I will be writing about my testimony in an upcoming blog, but for now I want to talk about what we do when our world, as we knew it, comes crushing to a bitter end.  How do we pick up the pieces?  How do we not put a bullet through our skulls, or have the faith that our persecution has a distinct beginning and end?

God will not ask you to suffer indefinitely.  

We need to know that there is always a purpose for trials, persecution.  When I think of how my life has been completely transformed (no, not saying I’m a saint) after a lifetime of abuse, despair and hopelessness?   My gratitude for the peace He has given me knows no bounds.  I mean, I went my entire life without a diagnoses of autism, which looking back?  I still catch my breath when I realize that not one single adult, teacher, doctor or family member caught this?  I grieve for the child and young adult who struggled so badly she turned to drug and drink.   Like my brother says, mom and dad were in the midst of their own struggles, their personal demons.  But how, you ask, how in tarnation can a child grow to become a woman and then some without the skills necessary for a healthy and productive life?

The answer will always be Jesus, no matter the question.

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As we drove to church this morning, I thought of my first day of kindergarten.  My golden retriever, Chipper, was so distraught that after she and mom dropped me off?  She ran back to the school and jumped through the screen window-  this happened twice, and after that she was no longer allowed to accompany us.

To my surprise, a tear dropped down my cheek to my chin, from my chin to my poncho.  I believe that Chipper knew full well that her human had some disabilities.  I also believe God sent her for that very reason, to love and nourish and protect.  She was the love of my life, and it is no surprise that her little brother lay at my feet, Jesse Bocephus Happy Hoffmananoff.  His love and devotion to me is not unlike his predecessors, but Jesse is special in a way that defies explanation; and he has been loyal and true and beloved, during the hardest six years of my life.

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I slowly succumb to the nurturing only Jesus can orchestrate, my sweetest boy at my side.

I marvel at what my beloved Jesus has brought me through-yet I know that this newest storm will not be the last.  As followers of Christ we will know the pain and isolation Jesus knew at the foot of the cross.

There is a beginning and an end, the pain does not endureth forever.   If we pick up our cross with the foreknowledge that we have the Holy Spirit in the stead of Jesus, and what the power behind that truly is?

We can do all things through Christ, who strengthens us.

After church I did some researching and finally reached out to a complete stranger on Twitter-I know I was led to him, because he gave me answers to questions that have plagued me for the last few years.

John F. Kennedy, Jr. is dead.

Dwain find me in the kitchen, regrieving Junior’s death, and beating myself up for my lack of discernment when Jesus whispers-you had hope, there is nothing wrong with hope.

The stranger tells me I should take a break, leave the truther community for a bit.  I am pondering this when my husband runs into the house.

You are NOT going to believe this!!!!

It is 42 degrees here in Pennsylvania.  My husband had given me a set of dragonfly and lights, of the solar variety.  I keep it outside during the day to charge, then bring it inside for the light show at night-red, blue, violet, yellow, red, blue…so surreal.

“Look honey,” my husband says.  “I was getting your light out of the garden and look what flew out of the ground!”

With that said he released the most beautiful red dragonfly.

This is how it has been for years-His presence made visible through the eyes of a child.

The Shining Face on Your TV

 

Before we discuss the oddities that have become Field McConnell, Kirk Pendergrass and the ever growing web of lies, lust and murder to be found on social media?  Let’s take a look at what God has to say about such matters:

Remember therefore from whence thou art fallen, and repent, and do the first works; or else I will come unto thee quickly, and will remove thy candlestick out of its place, unless thou repent.                           2 Revelations 

This sordid reality became apparent to me months ago, when catfights ensued after I questioned Field’s narrative on Twitter.  I was called Deep State, among other nomenclatures-but I realized that this group of tardettes had one thing in common:  they weren’t telling the truth.  I wrote to Diane Essengil when I discovered Lestat wound up with Field’s Abel Danger channel.

“what the FUCK is this?  What the FUCK is this?,” she screamed in bold face writing.

Something is up with Field and LeStat, I naively wrote back.   And listen, doesn’t LeStat sound an awful lot like Tim Holmseth?

Field is a hero.  Nothing to see here.

I shrugged her answer off and went about my business.  I wrote to the White House when the Zim bond scam became out of control.  The social engineers that be had wound people up with talk of wealth and forgiven debt.  I repeated Field’s statement that the IRS would be dismantled by last August to my brother.  Thankfully?  He never responded.

As God would have it, proof that Field and his merry band of idiots resurfaced-I found myself hanging on every word I could find.  Only recently did I accept my calling to join forces with those who were out to prove that Field had lied about his sister Kristine Marcy.  David Hawkins had been paid $500 a month, by Mr. McConnell, to spout fairy tales and slanderous lies against Field’s sister.

Field called her a malignant narcissist and murderous pedophile.

And thousands and thousands of people believed him, including myself.  And then came the biggest, bestest   validation a girl could get via Montagraph, Kevin Mardsen, Agent 19 and Rebecca 1965 (all YouTubers) who were willing to speak real truth-a dying art in this day and age.

I approached Mark Ellis yesterday, asking for his side of the story.  Mark had started a pedophile investigative service in Canada, and he thought it good and great to have Field share his information, thus the nonexistent Children’s Crusade was born.

Scammers, fraudsters and much worse- the merry band of numbskulls CONTINUE to spread outright lies in the name of green.  This is just the tippy top of the iceberg folks, and I hope you will join us for the ride of a lifetime.

Be careful who you follow.

I would like to thank the mother loving folks at WordPress for making this blog nearly impossible to write.

Below, a sample of the cluster fuck this thing has become.   My thoughts and prayers remain with Kim Picazio-the attorney from Florida harassed for no less than ten years by Mr. Holmseth himself.

The beat goes on~