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~

 

Rally Round the Family…

Before I alarm my readers, I want to say that I wrote this in December of last year.  If you are a regular, your eyes would be bugging, you’d be thinking –

For crying out loud?  Is she left unattended on a regular basis, and if so, why?

That reminds me of the time my step son was pulling into the driveway one day last Spring.  I was in the garden as he turned into the driveway.  And then, I wasn’t.  Yep, stepped on a rake-just like you see in the movies-and knocked myself into a concussion.  To this very day?  I mind my business around them, try not to get too close.  Sneaky bastards.

This is the season of my content.  And that is precisely what I was thinking as I stood in my garden and thrilled to the Monarchs and hummingbirds.  I was feeling pretty overcome with emotion, gratitude on a level that is hard to put into words.  This was all I had dreamed of and more.  Not just the garden…

And then, all hell broke loose.

I bent down to watch a particular butterfly, caught by her beauty and grace.  It took approximately three seconds for me to realize that a mother effing praying mantis was eating her head.  There were muffled cries, lots of cursing mother nature, and, inevitably?  The hysterical spraying of said praying mantis with dawn dish soap I usually reserve for my roses.

On that note, have a fab Sunday and hope you enjoy~

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Life goes along at warp speed until something stops you dead in your tracks: As was the case Sunday morning, after a full weekend of loving and socializing, the enemy came to take his due-you don’t think he isn’t out there trying to devour everything good in your life? Au contraire, mon amies! But here’s the good news-call out to Jesus, and you are free. He can’t hurt you if you are covered in the full armor of God.

But what about those times when evil does strike? Well, Abba will protect you in ways you couldn’t imagine, and that’s why I’m alive and writing this blog-my Lord and Savior sent His angels, and they protected me from a massive head injury and internal bleeding.

Just out of Dwain’s truck, exhausted from a weekend of frivolity, I could barely pick up my feet. I had promised my husband that I would collect the myriad of dog toys that lay around our yard, at the whim of my golden retriever, who thinks he has to entertain the grasshoppers and blue jays with his cacophony of babies. It’s so sweet, until it isn’t.

I had my purse in one hand, my drink in the other, AND I was carrying six, that’s SIX dog toys to boot. We have concrete stairs, no railing, and the stairs are ridiculously dangerous. It did not escape my mind, while sitting in the ER, that I had traipsed up and down said steps while drunk, high on cocaine, and worse. Never once even tripped. But yesterday was different. My boots caught on Jesse’s blue elephant, and down I went. I had no hands to put out, and I landed on my noggin.

I immediately called for Dwain, who could hear me, but couldn’t find me. Pain so severe I thought I would vomit, I remained perfectly still until my husband arrived on the scene. I am an EMT, and a CNA-I have volunteered in the Emergency Room, with hospice and prison ministries-I have seen it all and maintained my composure. This is the precise reason I am prone to freaking out when I get hurt-I simply know too much.

Head injury? I was out of my mind hysterical. It didn’t help when my husband picked up my head and his eyes bulged out of his-

“My GOD, is it THAT bad?,” I wail. He didn’t answer, he was too busy putting my ample white behind in his truck, grabbing ice and driving like a bat out of hell, towards the ER I had recently walked out of-after calling out the employees no less. As I walked in, I immediately placed my eyes on Dawn, who calmed me as she directed me towards the door. I knew where to go all right. I just didn’t know if they would help me, or hurt me. They had so much power at that moment.

A friend of mine, Katie, was the charge nurse, praise God. She gave me a hug and an ice pack, told me the doctor would soon be in. As Dwain sat on the bed, this came over the PA System:

ATTENTION: SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER. SEPSIS ALERT IN THE ER.

“Fabulous,” I murmured. And then it hit me, we were the only people there, aside from an 83 year old man with a dizzy spell. What the Harry???? They were talking about me for crying out loud! I couldn’t figure this out as the knot on my head was the size of a peach, but the wound wasn’t bad, it bled very little.

Dr. Ammons didn’t waste any time checking me over. I was told it would hurt like hell for a few days, but that I was extremely fortunate as if I had hit one inch below, I could have had serious eye trauma. If my cranium had hit a few inches lower? I could have knocked out my front teeth. But I knew about head trauma, and I was frightened. I kept what I knew to myself, forgetting that my man is a first responder.

And so it was, that I woke this morning with a shiner the size of Texas, and a headache to beat the band.

And because of His love? I’ll be strutting my stuff, sooner than you can say the words accident prone.

Waves and Wind

Before I begin, I want to talk about the utter joy I feel when I watch this man lead thousands of people in worship.  People have taken great joy in watching the demise of this man, and understandably so-the arrogance, the Taylor Swift! Whom-in a bizarre turn of events not witnessed since Stanley Kubrick produced and directed the moon landing-is now a part of the Illuminati while Ye has turned to Jesus.

Those jaded will think me naive.

Those enlightened by the Holy Spirit will see what I do, if they listen to their hearts.  Which brings me to my next subject.

In loving memory of Barbara Elkins~

A few years ago, I stormed my physician’s office after three months of getting the run around.  I was wearing my white, tattered robe and fuzzy bunny slip ons.  My hair had been drenched in sweat from fever, and matted to my head.  Every inch of my body was in pain, and I meant business.

I’ve done my research, I have Lyme disease.  Please give me 30 Doxycycline and a shot of Toradol.

The doctor, aghast-apologized so many times that I had to intervene.

Please, you’re human.  It’s okay.

The now hysterical doctor was in tears.  Five minutes later it was I who was in tears, as they sent my Lyme riddled body for testing-all I wanted was my bed, but you can’t always get what you want.  They sent me for an ultrasound, because my lymph node was the size of a grapefruit.  That, in turn, led to a transvaginal biopsy (without the lidocaine ladies-she was a bitch)  By the time the tests were completed, my Lyme symptoms had long before vanished.

My sister and I could be physicians without going to med school.  We grew up with a very ill mother, and picked up-as if  by osmoses-a vast knowledge of anything that has anything to do with the medical field.  Our collective hypochondria added to that vocabulary-the worst book ever written?  That big, fat medical encyclopedia that explained any and all illnesses.  My siblings and I would spend hours upon hours reading the news of our impending demise, running from friend to grocery store cashier for advice on our latest and greatest ailment.

Did you ever swallow in a way that your sphincter muscle twitched and the backfire caused pain in your anus?

Oh, it didn’t matter how mortifying the question, we would not be reassured unless ten to twenty of our nearest and dearest had given us satisfaction.  Looking back it isn’t in the least bit humorous, as we wasted the best years of our lives like Woody Allen in Annie Hall.  It’s hard to enjoy life when you think people are poisoning your food, or worse, telling you about their recent harrowing brush with death.  I mean, how TERRIFYING!!!

All of this preface was necessary, and in the following prose you will understand why.

A few months ago, I found my grade school report cards in my father’s filing cabinet.  I opened them with great anticipation, as I assumed I had been a reasonably intelligent child.  What I found shook my very foundation:

Michele continues to resist any form of discipline.  She struggles with social structures and often retreats from the group.

Michele is having trouble with motor skills a child of her age should have mastered by now.  She isn’t able to skip and will not pass unless she can show improvement in this arena.

Michele continues to have difficulty with division.  I will send exercises home with her, please follow through and test her skills often.   I don’t want to hold her back a year.

One day, my eye caught this video about Asperger’s syndrome.  Odd, I thought.  My video subscriptions are either music, history or politics.  I wasn’t subscribed to this channel.  Apparently, God wanted to get my attention. He had it.

On the third visit to my family physician, he tested me.  To my utter shock, he confirmed my suspicions.  On one of the tests I took, where 34 was the cut off for Asperger’s-I scored a 41.  I wasn’t convinced.  Why hadn’t someone caught this sooner?  I loved my family pediatrician, Dr. Shultheis.   He was a capable and compassionate physician.  Wouldn’t he have picked up on it?

Here’s the rub:  my early years (beginning at age 3) were spent in and out of the hospital.  I had Pyelonephritis and required multiple surgery.  I spent months at a time trying to recover from the latest surgery, latest dilation.  It was painful and I came to the point where every time my mother made lasagna or meatballs?  I knew what was coming, another painful hospital stay.

In my early teens I developed anorexia.  That required a tremendous amount of money and work on my poor mother’s part.  By the time I married my husband at thirty one, my teeth and hair had been ravaged by malnutrition.

My point?  There was always something else going on, something that took any thoughts of curing my depression, anxiety and other issues out of our minds.

The need to isolate.

The hours and hours I spent in my bedroom, headphones on, rocking back and forth in my hanging wicker chair.

My trouble with angry outbursts, extreme sensitivity, a shyness that came off as arrogance to everyone around me.  My intense desire for routine and structure.  My heightened senses:  I can smell a dead mouse from a mile away, and I hear things my husband tells me I have no business hearing, as in–

How in the HELL did you hear that?

I attributed it to the Elkins nose, the hearing to a God given gift.

My name is Michele.  I have spent my entire journey searching for answers to my need to isolate, my fear of dirt and germs, my utter lack of common sense, and my passion for music.  Why couldn’t I manage my temper?  Why did I become so enraged?  Why did loud noises cause me such anxiety?  Why did I lack the common sense, the street smarts others seemed to own?

Why God, was I so incredibly different from everyone I had ever had the pleasure of meeting?  And how did I build this incredible wall around my heart after years of rejection and ignorance?

This is my journey, my cross to bear.

  My newest friend, a young Mennonite girl named Jolene, is a cashier at our local Good’s.  I was drawn to her love and compassion.  Last week I burst into tears while buying a can of paint.  Her precious heart was evident when she came around to embrace me.

“Would you like to have my youth group sing to you tomorrow?,” her angelic smile lit up her beautiful face.

And so it was, that ten of God’s angels sang The Old Rugged Cross in my tiny living room.  The Grinch’s heart let loose a sigh, and thanked the God she worshipped for blessings in disguise.

 

 

 

 

Into His Arms…

I have to start out by telling you I have consumed my happy juice and am a bit crosseyed at this time.  But praise Jesus, for he has given us every herb, plant and fruit bearing tree so that we will live healthy, peaceful lives.  Medicinal.  Used for my CPTSD, it can take me from despair to joy, and that my friends is worth its weight in gold.

I’ve been thinking about what is happening in this world, and obviously, it all but freaks me out.  After watching a video I shouldn’t have, I was overwhelmed-feeling as if the entire three ring circus was on my back.  First sad.  Then frantic.  Then Jesus.

I tell him, Jesus! I am clinging to your robes today, I need you badly!

These are the times when I run, full throttle, all engines on to God.  I picture myself running in to his amazing hug, and hear him say There, there child.

I can’t do this Jesus.

I know too much, why do I know so much and when did you make the decision to take a scaredy cat like this girl, and lead her in the direction of Doom.  Real news.  Investigative reporting.  I have felt the Holy Spirit driving me in this direction, and some days?  Down with the ship I go.

He never pushes, never demands.

I come to the realization that He alone is my Lord and Savior.  He will not leave me nor forsake me.  He is in control.  

I take a long hot shower.  I plug in my tiny white lights strategically placed all over my home, to give comfort.  Put some cinnamon on the stove.  And then He takes me back to who I was before I got clean.  I am profoundly grateful.

I fall into His arms.

The People Have the Power

My entire focus has changed.  Not even a week ago I lay in the fetal position, doomed to the land of the unheard, the voiceless.

As I always say, first the LESSON, then the BLESSING.

I never cared how many followers I had-some people strive for thousands, but  as for me, I am much happier in life and on social media if keep my circle small.

God has put a new dream in my sites, and that is to bring people together.  This has virtually nothing to do with politics, but everything to do with freedom from government and bringing the masses out of the forced slavery of rhetoric, psy-ops and propaganda.

The truth, as always, will set you free.

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What we are experiencing at this very moment has been prophesized in the bible.  The part that speaks about “everything dark and hidden being brought out into the light.”  What if we were to look at the book of  Revelations again through different goggles?  What if the second coming of Jesus is right around the corner, and the separation of the wheat and chaff were done in ways we don’t understand or even comprehend?

I am not suggesting that you put away the bible, on the contrary!  I am asking that you consider the present to be the Tribulation, and that Jesus is real and very present.  Could it possibly be that He is already here, and that the evil in this world is not only being exposed, but the evildoers are being eradicated?

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Something to think about as we face the dramatic rectifying of good against evil.

We need one another in this spiritual battle.  Pink hats and camouflage must put down their arsenals and stop the wretched hate.  We are so much stronger together, and like it or not, it’s time to set ourselves free of the Illuminati brainwashing.  We need to return to one another, arms open, hearts afire.

 

Nothing’s Going To Change My World

We have all been fooled, some of us have grown up and faced the grim realities of what the elite, the cabal, the powers that be have orchestrated since the beginning of time.  The masonic, satanic Illuminati and their puppets have infiltrated the MSM, via Project Mockingbird.  The fact is these so called deities have lied on every level imaginable-and now we are facing a war of biblical proportions.

That of good vs. evil, satan vs. Christ, the Democrats vs. Rebpulicans.  Wait, go back, stop right there!  There is very little time to waste, and [they] want us to be at each other’s throats-divided-as we are weakened by our lack of trust or love for our brothers and sisters.

But what if we dropped the political grand standing and took a month or two to dig deep, truly deep into the dark and shark infested waters?  Would we find that there is corruption and deep seated evil on both sides of the political spectrum.

Let’s take a look at the facts:

 

Strolling through the ferns and fauna, searching for truth that lies somewhere between the Matrix and the powers that be, I am awakened.

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world.  If any man love this world, the love of the Father is not in him.  For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life; is not of the Father, but is of this world.  And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth forever.                                                                           -1 John 15-17  KJV

We need to help one another understand the gravity of this situation.  We were not only lied to, we were abused on a level that even the most knowlegable people find hard to swallow.  The government is not, and never was our panacea.  Satan is the ruler of this world-look around you-what do you see?  Have you even taken notice to the darkness, the hidden, the evil?  No, you say?  Who wants to ruin their day, and I mean, what can we DO about it anyway?

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Do you have any comprehension of what would have happened had HRC not lost?  Did you take a real good look at the Obamacare codicils when you signed up for his “answer” to health care?  Allow me to educate you:

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This information includes a picture of Hillary, that old beacon of hope that so many hold near and dear to their hearts?  She and her cohorts (Obummer, Clinton, Bush, and many in the music and entertainment industries) are Satanists hooked on Adrenochrome.  They first terrorize the child, to raise his/her adrenaline levels.  After this they rape and murder the child, often consuming the remains-they give their sacrifices to Baal-think Bohemian Grove, Epstein, Oprah Winfrey, Tom Hanks, George Clooney.


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These people are sick, twisted, as evil as they come.  It was Barry’s idea to amend the health care addendum he so disgracefully advertised as the answer to modern day coverage.

I am not trying to frighten you.  I am trying to aid your awakening.  There is no such thing as us against them without you doing your due diligence to awaken the still sleeping masses, who have been brainwashed, literally, into believing that Donald J. Trump is the enemy.

Without him, I don’t want to even think about where we would be right at this moment.

Go in peace, and serve Jesus to the best of your ability-only together will we win the war on injustice, and the scary monsters who want us dead.

 

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Into His Arms…

I have to start out by telling you I have consumed my happy juice and am a bit crosseyed at this time.  But praise Jesus, for he has given us every herb, plant and fruit bearing tree so that we will live healthy, peaceful lives.  Medicinal.  Used for my CPTSD, it can take me from despair to joy, and that my friends is worth its weight in gold.

I’ve been thinking about what is happening in this world, and obviously, it all but freaks me out.  After watching a video I shouldn’t have, I was overwhelmed-feeling as if the entire three ring circus was on my back.  First sad.  Then frantic.  Then Jesus.

I tell him, Jesus! I am clinging to your robes today, I need you badly!

These are the times when I run, full throttle, all engines on to God.  I picture myself running in to his amazing hug, and hear him say There, there child.

I can’t do this Jesus.

I know too much, why do I know so much and when did you make the decision to take a scaredy cat like this girl, and lead her in the direction of Doom.  Real news.  Investigative reporting.  I have felt the Holy Spirit driving me in this direction, and some days?  Down with the ship I go.

He never pushes, never demands.

I come to the realization that He alone is my Lord and Savior.  He will not leave me nor forsake me.  He is in control.  

I take a long hot shower.  I plug in my tiny white lights strategically placed all over my home, to give comfort.  Put some cinnamon on the stove.  And then He takes me back to who I was before I got clean.  I am profoundly grateful.

I fall into His arms.