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.
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.
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~