I just listened to this whilst showering, and I have to say that it was probably the most important forty minutes of my life. For months I have known in my spirit, in my heart of hearts that Jesus is coming. It was as if I was floating around, thrilling at each and every blessing God sent my way. And then I began doubting myself. Mysteries were solved, questions were answered and to be perfectly honest? I began to doubt myself.
When you doubt yourself you are doubting God.
The Holy Spirit has led me on a journey that few experience, in my estimation. Not saying I’m special, just saying it wasn’t me leading the way, that’s for sure. Aside from the times I went against my intuition? I have been led to the truth for three years. I am incredibly grateful for the time He spent grooming me; and every time I took a pill, or had a temper tantrum the pull of Jesus put me back on track.
Three years ago I hiked the property by the lake at Middlecreek Wildlife Sactuary in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. You may have heard of the area as the migration of snow geese can be seen in the form of hundreds of thousands of birds who nest for two weeks every February/March. Brings people from Japan, Canada and all over the world, actually.
As I came to a well known fishing hole, I noticed a pair of boys underwear by a maple tree. Something Wicked This Way Comes, the Holy Spirit roared within me.
At the time, I could have chalked it up to a small child swimming and leaving his skivvies behind. No. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was evil in the air. Putrid, sickening and so very dark. Two weeks later I found yet another pair on the same bank. This time I bagged the evidence, using a stick as to not put my fingerprints on the evidence. Once home I donned gloves and opened the bag.
“Lebanon Police,” a thick voice on the other end.
I went on to explain myself.
“Are there any markings?”
Yes, I said. The material is blue, and I see what appears to be semen stains.
Sorry, doesn’t sound like anything. Just throw the bag away.
And that my friends, was the beginning of the end of me.
When I was a little girl, not even five, I began reciting this prayer:
God, please allow my family to be happy, healthy, holy and safe.
Growing up in a dysfunctional household (my sister was in a high chair until the age of 11) where chaos reigned supreme-I had to pray. Clinging to Jesus was how I coped, and nothing has changed in that department. As a matter of fact? I pray the blood of Jesus over my dog and myself before we hike in the morning, and today was no different.
To set the stage for this story, I have to make it known that Jess and I hike in very remote areas. I am extraordinarily aware of my surroundings; I take no chances, carry a big stick and a pistol-not the one I want to carry, but a little red number that looks just like a Ruger. Sadly, it contains mace and not bullets. Or perhaps, like my husband says, it is best I not pack heat. With my Irish temper it could get ugly, and fast.
So, as we exited the woods and moved towards the Wrangler-an older gentleman pulls up and rolls down his window.
“Can you still fish in this pond or have they drained it?”
Feeling he was harmless, I began a conversation I will not soon forget.
This country is in big trouble. Hey, I’m an atheist. God has done nothing for me, and I’ll tell you another thing-that asshole needs to go!!!
My jaw clenched. My body language changed. I was put on the defensive immediately.
“Why would you say that sir?,” I gently asked. I thought, now I can give my testimony of what God has done for me, and perhaps help the old geezer out.
Because of all the women he has raped!!!!!
What the holy fazuck?
How, and I mean HOW does this shit happen to me? Of all the places in the world, this cranky old man has to piss on my parade? I’m just minding my own business, I was trying to help…seriously???
“I believe we are done, sir.” I waled away, but he ranted and raved until I was safely ensconced in my jeep.
Later this morning, while on the phone with my best friend, she casually blurts this out-
“You know who that was, don’t you? That was a demon.”
Holy Mary, mother of God and all of the Latter Day Saints.
Well folks, we’ve made it to Easter yet still we are picking our noses and wondering what will come of us. People in the grocery stores are fist fighting over toilet paper. If you’re not wearing a mask it’s grounds for outright paranoia, yet still the general public is concentrating on COVID19. And that is how the Deep State Cabal wants it to be.
The World Health Organization, the United Nations and Bill Gates have surpassed the MSM in unlikability-their numbers are off, their predictions ridiculous-and then there’s Biff’s vaccinations. Enough to make you batshit crazy and then some.
I want to live in a civilized society, yet I don’t trust the rules. I am what you would call a rebel and have never, ever liked being told what to do. The way I figure it? If I’m minding my own business and not hurting anyone in the process? Fuck. You.
A few weeks ago I was hiking in our nearby state game lands. I know all of the conservation officers as I hike there daily. I also volunteer on the 2,000 acre property, and drive a 30 year old Jeep Wrangler-let’s just say I am well known: most of them call me the Hippy Chic because they read my blog. Just prefacing the story I am about to tell you.
Three years ago I was walking amongst the dense forestry surrounding the lake. It was Summer and the views and fauna were breathtaking. As I passed a thick Holly tree, I heard the leaves rustle. I chalked it up to my angels, but then I felt the hairs go up on the back of my neck. I was walking a long log, placed over the muckiest, grossest swamp you’ve ever seen. I had done this many times, but I still took my time as the last thing I wanted was to face plant in the disgusting muck and mire.
Suddenly I felt the hairs go up on the back of my neck. I turned to see a half naked man, carrying what I thought to be a crossbow. I don’t have to be hit over the head to know when I am being stalked. I gestured to my golden and we ran; to this day I think it a miracle I didn’t fall off of the log. As I neared the boat launch I saw my angels-in the form of conservation officers doing trail checks.
Annual trail checks.
Long story short, he was caught. As I left the parking lot, my PTSD in full swing, I see the red haired man. I pulled up behind him, and mind you I didn’t know he had been caught at the time. Jesus nudged me to get the license plate, and on a straightaway-doing 90 mph-I followed him to a stop sign and retrieved his numbers.
I didn’t say the officers were smart, but they made up for it with their compassion. Hell, they made up for it by saving my life.
They caught him masturbating but allowed him to throw out the evidence. They let him go with a warning, completely forgetting to run his plates. He was never charged, but officer Graham made sure he knew they were watching him. That episode cost me months of therapy, oodles of outbursts and my husband’s last nerve. But hey, praise God for the divine intervention!
Anyway, so back to my story. My dog and I walked, blissfully unaware of the deer hunters that surrounded us. I looked up to see Officer Graham driving towards me. I didn’t much care for the look on his face.
“Michele, now you know darn well you aren’t allowed to walk here during hunting season. What in the HELL are you doing?,” he barked.
I tried to charm him, but let’s face it-I was wearing three layers of clothing and I’m pretty sure there was snot coming from my nose. My hiking outfits are other worldly, to be kind. I once had a friend refuse to walk with me if I wore “those neon purple tights.”
I plead not guilty, but Graham knew better. Like I said, they know me.
I don’t wear a mask because I know the truth. COVID19 is a parasite. The “powers that be” wanted this to be a mass depopulation exercise. China (always ready to help out, those guys) most certainly did aid and abet the deep state in not only patenting the virus? There was foul play involved, but the Trump administration turned it right back on them.
The above video is a special treat for you to share with your friends and family. Even though I am estranged by my family for telling the truth? I emailed this to my brother. This documentary was released yesterday and it’s the best breakdown of Hellywood I have seen. Liz Crokin is a former Mockingbird Media reporter -she has reported for Entertainment Tonight in the past. Years ago they put a hit on her and she went into hiding. Now she works for us, and yes she is a part of the Great Awakening.
We will pull through this, I have no doubt. Don’t feed into the negativity around you-they feed off of our fear. And don’t forget-this is the end of [them], not us.
My apologies for not writing for a week, but my methods were twofold: [they] shut down my computer immediately after I wrote my blog on Somerset Belenoff. I was infuriated! Second laptop in two years, but hey, this time I will ask for the VPN special package, and I might even throw a few bucks in for the latest program that incudes Grammarly, etc.
The second reason is this-it just so happened that I was kicked off Twitter the very same day! I don’t know how you felt? But the Super bowl (there was an option for Superb Owl in spell check???) half time show took me from the edge of the cliff right on down to the very bottomless pit of despair, rage and nausea.
I know there are those of you who are screaming WHAT’S WRONG WITH IT? Sugar, if you knew what I knew? You’d be whistling Dixie right there beside me, in the pit.
I am a bit short on the uptake, but I realized in short order that God wanted me to take a break. I was at the point that I had pretty much sacrificed any semblance of a life for the past three years-although my friends were frantically searching for me, it felt so liberating! I won’t have a new pc for awhile so-from here on out it will be Saturdays or Sundays when my husband’s computer is available.
I felt a push from the Holy Spirit to check in on you all, to let you know I am praying and loving you on all days-and my future blogging will be centered on The Great Awakening and giving you the comfort and information to make as smooth of a transition as possible. I know in my heart that Jesus cleared a path for me to write for this very reason, and please let me know of any questions/concerns you would like me to address.
I was beating myself up pretty good the other day; it surprised me as I hadn’t gone there in some time. I find that there is always a reason and never a coincidence that God allows us to go through any hardship. The last years was a doozy, but that’s why it’s called the Tribulation and not Super Duper Hilarious Happy Hour. There will be days where you will want to give up, or even get scared. Fear is the biggest liar of all time, and this I know because I believed a lifetime of lies that had nothing to do with reality.
If you are feeling broken, call out His name. And one more thing-we are winning the battle, we are the victors in this game-God promised us this.
The Great Awakening (‘Freedom of Thought’), was designed and created not only as a backchannel to the public (away from the longstanding ‘mind’ control of the corrupt & heavily biased media) to endure future events through transparency and regeneration of individual thought (breaking the chains of ‘group-think’), but, more importantly, aid in the construction of a vehicle (a ‘ship’) that provides the scattered (‘free thinkers’) with a ‘starter’ new social-networking platform which allows for freedom of thought, expression, and patriotism or national pride (the feeling of love, devotion and sense of attachment to a homeland and alliance with other citizens who share the same sentiment).
When ‘non-dogmatic’ information becomes FREE & TRANSPARENT it becomes a threat to those who attempt to control the narrative and/or the stable.
When you are awake, you stand on the outside of the stable (‘group-think’ collective), and have ‘free thought’.
“Free thought” is a philosophical viewpoint which holds that positions regarding truth should be formed on the basis of logic, reason, and empiricism, rather than authority, tradition, revelation, or dogma.
When you are awake, you are able to clearly see.
The choice is yours, and yours alone.
Trust and put faith in yourself.
You are not alone and you are not in the minority.
Difficult truths will soon see the light of day.
I was up all night, but sleeping all the same. I have a recurrent dream: I am driving from one end of the country to the other, in several feet of snow-I get lost, I am frightened-I can’t make it to the person on the other side. The person who needs me is there, they are counting on me, I can’t fathom letting them down. Last night, the nightmare du jour was the children laying at the bottom of Gloria Vanderbilt’s pool at Biltmore Estate.
My mission? To save the babies. I was not successful.
This is how anons around the globe are feeling right as we speak. We have been prepared, normies have not. I walk from room to room, asleep yet awake-fumbling for my weed I hit the wall. I go down on my knees, I break before Jesus. My golden retriever comes to my side. Funny, I know I wasn’t making any noise-he is an incredible comfort.
Today the force of what is truly happening around the globe hit me full in the face. My PTSD triggered by an insensitive asshat, I don’t want to be making it worse. Try as I might I just can’t leave it alone. I want to make myself suffer, because they are suffering. For the first time in a very long time I self harm.
NO! NO! NO!
I will not allow the ignorance of others banish me to the kingdom of Naught. I have spoken nothing but the truth since word go-the mocking and hurtful behavior will not bring me down. Not this time, because God needs me to be present, fully aware of my surroundings. There is work to be done as the hands and feet of God-once we overcome the shock and despair? That is when you’ll see change, that is when you’ll see miracles. Pray for the medical professionals on the front lines.
If you need help, please reach out-I will try to have the information and phone numbers in tomorrow’s blog. There is no shame in grief, no shame in a broken heart. We are with you.
I hereby declare a bloody war on the next person who tries to fuck with one of His children. I will cut a bitch.
As hard as I may try, I can’t shake the restlessness in my Spirit. Just two days ago I was telling Jesus that I thought myself incapable of crying one more tear. Not so, not so.
My heart is heavy and I don’t want to feel this way. I am a hopeful person, I run from depression at warp speed-I want nothing to do with it, and God knows this. It’s more of a deep seated sorrow. I know too much and not enough. I could no more take my eyes off of the spiritual warfare happening worldwide than I could pull out my eyelashes. This is what we have been praying for, this time. The children are indeed being rescued, and God will punish those who have as much as touched a hair on any child’s head. We must take comfort in that. We must.
I suppose reality is settling in. I’ve known this information for three years, but knowing and seeing are two different things. I am not quite sure if I can possibly prepare you for what is coming in the news-but I can steer you in the right direction. Just when I feel as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders, I look up.
Jesus comes to me and lifts me from the depths of utter despair. And for as long as I can allow myself to cling, I do. I just want to go back to sleep and awaken from this nightmare. I know you all feel the same way, and I am praying for you-prayers move mountains.
I will leave you with the knowledge that you can do ALL things through Christ who will strengthen you.
For when you are weak, only then are you strong.
Not that you asked for it, but my advice is to pray for the victims and medical professionals who are facing this crises. I have heard many are suffering from mental breakdowns and overwhelming grief. Take care of your families-treasure every moment. We shall not be moved.
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.
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.
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.
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.