Bang Bang

I just happened upon this song while out with my pup-just discovered this bright light-Alice Phoebe Lou. I haven’t been this excited since my brother introduced me to Amy Winehouse while on a trip to LA. And speaking of that trip-leaving him in California and boarding that plane was akin to ripping my heart right out of my chest.

I knew it would be the last time I visited California, I just didn’t know why the feeling of finality. He is my younger brother, and since he was born I have tried to protect him from unseen forces in the spiritual realms. Not unlike recently, when I decided not to send him anything political-for fear it might shut him down-permanently.

Now it appears as if he may never see the light, which concerns me terribly. I have learned to let go and let God-but the pain is physical and daunting at that. For three years I have upset my husband by walking around the house, weeping for my family. Firmly enmeshed in the world, they cannot see the forest through the trees.

And so it was, after receiving a message that Pepe the frog is a racist-nothing could be further from the truth and if fucking WP would allow me to insert a picture I could explain what Pepe stands for-the plague of frogs that come upon the wicked in the last days.

The promise of Jesus’ return

Behold, I come quickly: blessed is he that keepeth the sayings of the prophecy of this book. And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things. Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am a fellow servant, and of thy brethren the prophets and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God.

And Behold, I come quickly, and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be. I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and last. Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city. For without are dogs, and sorcerers and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.

Revelations 22:7-15

And to my family: my brother, my sister, my nephew and nieces-I will love you with an everlasting love-no matter what side you choose.

Be not mistaken, for family is everything.

A Denial

Fun Fact: Kurt was WOKE. And Courtney is a WITCH.

I sit here, watching the sun rise, and contemplate my next move. What to do, what to do…

It doesn’t matter what you think or think you know, it’s coming. The Big Boom! And whilst the MSM blasts the sleeping masses with propaganda? America sleeps in sedated slumber.

Awake, awaken!

You have a choice-choose wisely.

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

You are witnessing the systematic disassembly of the shadow government, and today Trump was a beacon of hope to those of us who have been working and waiting for this day to come.

Yep, it’s habbening.

The unmitigated gall of some people (did something)


Not to be rude, but if you don’t know that 9/11 was an inside job, perpetuated by the greed of Poppa Bush and the Cabal?  You should probably step off.

Hey, God woke me up for a reason and it was the hardest, most frightening time in my life.  I went through it, am still going through it, alone-with the exception of my best friend Jason.  He can’t talk to anyone about this “conspiracy” stuff either, his husband won’t have it, no, not for a moment!


Yeppers, friends-the icing on the cupcake of years and years of investigations, biblical prophecy and evil so prevalent it will change the course of your life and everything you thought you knew about it.

[They] fell into Trump’s trap once again, and have shown themselves to be the traitorous backbiters that they are-and I am not alone in anticipating their downfall with glee.

Hey!  Here’s the list of craptastic players in the game, not exclusive by any means:

Hillary Rodham Clinton 

Barry and Michael Obama

Joe Biden

Chuck Schumer

Nancy Pelosi

Elizabeth Warren


Kamala Harris

Kristen Gillebrand


Do your homework, put on the full armor of God, and get yourselves some popcorn.

Enjoy the show!


Everyone Knew Her as Nancy

As a child, I was never able to get away with anything.  Anything.  That being said, it was a shock to see a new follower this afternoon:  How to Get Into the Illuminati.  After I caught my breath, I went on a journey to nowhere.

His Twitter account didn’t exist.  He didn’t have a blog on WordPress.

But he knew that I had written about the death of Isaac Kappy-almost immediately.

The first time I wrote about Isaac, Tom Hanks himself commented:

I hope your husband finds a wife that’s not a lunatic…

Why would he need a wife?


Oh Lord!  Why have you forsaken me?  Kidding, of course.

The first time I was hysterical, and on a Saturday evening, whilst in bed in my pjs, I wrote to Sainted Anon (a valuable team player and friend) with the information.  Being the righteous man he is, he did a video including my information-ensuring  thousands of Twitter viewers would smell what I was stepping in.

Pig shit.


What I want [these people] to know is this:

I am protected by a loyal and jealous God.  He is much bigger, much stronger than the god you serve.  As a victim of child abuse I made a covenant with Abba two years ago: to bring this horrific, worldwide Satanic Ritual Abuse, human trafficking and pedophilia out into the light.  Many powerful people now have your information, and I ask that you cease and desist.  I will not allow you to intimidate me.

I have 400 and some followers, for crying out loud.

The news of Isaac’s passing has been addressed on innumerable vlogs, blogs and alternative news stations.

How could I possibly be a threat?

Bugger off.

Stop Acting Crazy

This man is not only my lifelong crush, but a genius as well. David Byrne! Marry Me!

Ah, the lovely #ImpeachmentHoax-as if America-the world!-hasn’t suffered enough. Watching that clown is so distressing to me I can only handle it for milliseconds at a time. My Gawd! Put your eyes back in your head, Adam. Really, so inappropriate!

The Nancy Pelosi voice, it kills me every time.

If America wasn’t pissed off enough, the lying, corruption, murderous pedophiles, oh it’s all too much! Ever since our duly elected president has been in office we have had to deal with these insufferable, albeit hilarious clowns. When the country awakens to the reality that their entire lives were basically a mirage? Oh, please. The media is nervous, the democrats are hysterical, and the increase of suicide rates in Hollywood tell me they know something’s up. Their hours are numbered, the “days” ship has sailed.

They don’t hate our beloved @POTUS. They hate US.

In other news, the veil is thinning to the point that my dog and I shot thirty feet out of our sneakers after one of my cat’s tunnel toys came to life last evening. I was chopping beef, and the noise startled us badly. I assumed one of my four indoor cats was playing-and when I bent down to tickle the feline? Nothing, and I mean nothing was there.

I tell my husband this as he enters the kitchen.

“Great. Just effing fantastic.”

Poor Dwain gets spooked very easily, which cracks me up because he isn’t afraid of anything. I have literally stood behind our front door, literally wheezing at the thought of scaring the bejeepers out of him and despite my best intentions? Not once did I come close.

He has zero startle response, but when it comes to the paranormal or spiritual warfare? He absolutely hates it. There are reasons for his terror: for the past three years I have been on a spiritual journey that has granted me access to the other side. I don’t know how else to explain it. Dwain has seen things man, and let’s just say he would rather unsee them.

He can watch IT repeatedly but if I pray out loud he runs.

Check out some of my older blogs in which I describe his terror in detail.

Back to the story. When I realized that it was one of my “experiences,” I felt an unease. Pets have shown up here, and even the science will tell you that we are in the midst of a great awakening-but something was off. God took the spirit of fear from me not long ago, but I wondered…

I walked upstairs to grab a sweater. As I entered my bedroom I stopped dead in my tracks. All four cats were freaking out-mewing, running, and each of four was strategically placed in a circle, as if they were trying to corner something.

I had read about cats warding off demons, but I had never, ever seen my cats in this state. I looked at the pup, and then I looked up.


I reminded myself of exactly whom I was in Christ. I threw my head back and roared.

Battle Cry

If I told you what it took to finally get to the space of writing this particular blog?  You would call me a liar.  One or two vapes later, after an anxiety attack brought on by the enemy, I am finally here.

See that’s the thing, nothing bad could ever come from God.  The fact is that if you love Jesus with all of your heart, body, soul and mind?  People will persecute you.  They hate us because they see our inner light, and spend the rest of their lives pushing you out of your own lane, your own life.

My husband took me to an auction this past Saturday.  We live out in the beautiful countryside of Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  Despite the hundred degree heat the view from the house was insane, nothing but farmland as far as the eye could see.  The quaint little town of Mt. Airy sent me reeling from its charm and Rockwellesque scenery.  As we approached the house, I could see the walk up the hill would be a killer.

That’s why I’m here, to pick overheated elderly people off of the ground.

I thought as I watched an old fellow navigate the vertical landscape.  It took about one minute for heat prostration to kick in, I ducked into the garage for relief.

“Honey, do you see anything you like?,” my husband asked.

I couldn’t answer him.  The sound of the auctioneer had me all but in hysterics.  I couldn’t catch my breath, I wanted out of the peopled chamber.  I ran outside, gulped air and let it flow, the tears.  In an instant I was reminded of the estate sale my siblings had when my beloved father passed away.  I insisted from the very beginning I had wanted no part-I wanted us to buy dad’s things and give what we didn’t want to charity.

I received a call from my sister the evening of the auction.  She was pleading with me to come, and as much as I resisted?  The harder she begged.  I could hear the man in the background, asking strangers to bid on my memories, my heart of hearts.  I remember hanging up the phone and going for a shot of tequila, the pain so bad I wept all evening.

No mystery here.  Exhausted, I returned to the garage for a bottle of water.  My peripheral vision caught the brightest light I’d ever seen.  Turned out, the sun was hitting an antique railroad watch encased in a glass dome.  The very same railroad watch that was sold at my father’s estate sale.  It had belonged to my mother’s father, and I remembered my sister grieving the loss not long after the sale.  Hindsight is twenty-twenty.  I felt so badly for her I wrote a letter to the editor of the local paper.

For naught.

And so it was, on a hill in the countryside, in weather that could kill the hardiest of souls, that the crowd began to clap-when my husband outbid the man in the red suede shoes.

I have a piece of my history back and it is nothing short of a miracle.

That’s how God works, and I will praise Him for eternity~