Finding Nemos


This is the story I have been telling you about, and it’s a good one!  It may take me days to write this, and I’m okay with that.  Let’s just say, when you commit yourself to God and the truth-it’s a wild, wild ride.

I am truly enjoying this Sunday:  we made it to church, which always cheers me up in the dead of Winter, early Spring.  This time of year finds me cocooning, nesting deep within my she shed, only leaving for emergencies-such as hiking, or food.  Oh, and shed hunting.  🙂  Speaking of sheds, we went out for a hunt today,  my man, myself and my boy-Jesse Bocephus Happy Hoffmananoff.  The.  Best.  Dog.  Ever.  At least in this realm.  We find the mother of all antler sheds after an hour of determination and prayer.  Yes, I asked Jesus for a shed: as always, he answered-and in a not so insignificant way.  I hid the monster behind my back, and the look on Dwain’s face when I pulled it out?  Worth every sweaty movement.

Just moments ago, I receive a message from a dear friend, and one I have only known for less than a week.  I do not know his name, only his Twitter handle-and I trust him more than I probably should, but Jesus gave me eyes to see and ears to listen this week.  The tale I have to tell is as gut wrenching as it is nauseating.   In a time when it is virtually impossible to trust anyone?  After finding that our government lied to us about the moon walk, the wars, history itself and 9/11?  After one third of American women (and men) wear pink vagina hats (that’s FINE) but a red MAGA hat will get you thrown out of school, if not in jail!  If that wasn’t enough, we have the PAYtriots we took a chance on trusting the most?  Well, I am here to tell you that there is a very special place in hell for these monsters.  Some are just in it for money, but some are [THEM] and I cannot begin to scratch the surface, to muster a way to tell you how outraged I am at this very moment.

What was the message, you ask?  From your new friend?  I am not even sure if I should say her name, so I will not.  She is pretty much the official spokesperson for Satanic Ritual Abuse and SAVING THE CHILDREN.  Cute little bitch of a blonde, had a surfing accident recently in which she lost part of a finger.  If this is true (and my friend is UP there with #POTUS and #JFK, JR, so I do trust him) she is one of the most reprehensible human beings on earth (if she is, indeed, human.)

The week began with the announcement of the number one best seller on Amazon!  Q-The Great Awakening, written by Dustin Nemos (an “authority” on Q) and a few other authors ( McAllister TV, Praying Medic, Jordan Sather, Joe M, Sara WestallI watched Dustin’s video on the subject, saying that the people who were upset with him for selling out-were “angry, shill buttholes.”  He went on to say that not only did he have General Flynn’s permission to gather these twelve authors, but that there was a chapter written by Flynn himself!

He didn’t and no, Flynn most certainly did not write a word of that book.

The whole thing didn’t sit well with me, and after two days of praying I dug deeper.  I found that Dustin Nemos was really Dustin Craig Krieger.  A wealthy investor (we were led to believe he was destitute) who had a list of felonies, including trafficking heroin and selling “opium candles to six year olds.”  I found an article and sent it to one of the people on Twitter I knew I could count on, and the result was a spiritual and human connection.

@Morpheus, may you be blessed with all of the goodness that God has to offer.  


What makes these people despicable is pretty obvious.  They pretended to be concerned and vocal MAGAs who were going after the evil, the treasonous, the corrupt.  We felt safe and of course, many of us trusted them.  Have we as a nation not suffered enough?  How putrid these people are-the love of money, the very evil we are fighting against.

This is the video my friend sent me two days ago.  We have a choice:  choose to fix our eyes on the glorious good God has given this world; the bravest man in the world, accompanied by the best president in history, is going to avenge his father’s death.  Or give in to the disillusion, and allow these pukes to get away with it.

I stand with God.

I stand with Donald J. Trump.

I stand with John F. Kennedy, Jr.

This is the battle of good against evil, written in the book of Revelations.

We will have our books and movies, written by the heroes who lived this amazing and bewildering time of tribulation.

In the meantime, we need to know that this is not our burden to carry, it is His.  Ask Jesus to guide you in all your ways.  Put on the full armor of a God who sacrificed His one and only son to pay for your sins.  Rejoice.  Redeem.  Renew.

And don’t you ever give up!  FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!



Destiny is Calling Me…


I don’t quite know where to begin, and my mind is racing in seven different directions, in seven different languages. 🙂

I am not fond of speaking of my past, in terms of the darker days. I feel a chill in the air, my mood plummets to the pits of hell-but God took me through those fires for a reason, and I know that my story is your story-you, the addict. And by addiction I don’t mean to chocolate: I’m talking drinking to the point of blackouts; stealing medications from clients; multiple “accidents” and that feeling in the pit of your gut-your guilt, coupled with the pain you are self medicating.

Nasty. Putrid. Bleak.


“How could I possibly clean myself up? What would I do with all of my raw, searing pain? How could I cope?”

Beloveds, listen to the wise old hoot owl-learn from my mistakes. I spent years running from a traumatic childhood, turned to booze and men, then pills and cocaine. I married the man of my dreams (ok, he is seriously on my nerves today-but we made vows and stuff) and when I had life by the balls? I washed it down the kitchen drain; hook, line and sinker. Ten years of my life are missing, literally. Yet, I was just another sinner, clawing my way out of the rat race; running at warp speed to what I had no idea at the time.


I ran into the boys from Teen Challenge, an amazing program of hope and sobriety for men of all ages and backgrounds, who have failed in all previous attempts to get sober. Every holiday we see them at our local grocery store. I listened to their stories, we laughed-and cried together. I have an innate connection to the broken-I always will. Even without their stand and wares? I could have picked out those men in a heartbeat.

Addicts have a tell, and it takes one to know one. It’s all in the eyes-which speak to me in various ways. Today it was the look of the haunted. I knew immediately that they were just beginning their journey; the look of sheer panic, yes. But something about them stood out, as if they were old souls or friends I hadn’t seen in some time.

“I just got out of prison, was there for two years. Lost my family, home and job. I tried every program out there, and I relapsed every time-it is an absolute miracle that God found me when He did. It’s Jesus that makes all of the difference! I have my family back, ma’am. And you know who the glory goes to, now, don’t ya?”

Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you. -Deuteronomy 31:8

Every day you don’t take a drink is a miracle.

Be miraculous~

Hunger Strike


Here I sit, fresh off of 8chan, and my mind is blown:  not that I didn’t know that Chris Cornell didn’t kill himself, I knew alright.  And here’s the shocker:  Chris knew, and maybe he knew too much.  Pay attention to the words:  I am a lyric junkie, yet in my wildest nightmares, I had no idea.  I had no idea that the Illuminati ate children.  Never even heard a rumor to that affect.  They say that only those with “eyes to see” can understand the severity and depravity of these facts.

Chris was telling us that he wasn’t about to join the diabolical crowd.  Is that why they murdered him?  I simply do not know.


The Illuminati has infiltrated governments across this planet.  Latin for ‘enlightened ones’, the Illuminati was founded in the southern German state of Bavaria on May 1, 1776, by a religious law professor named Adam Weishaupt.  The 20 year old believed that through enlightenment, society would have to become more orderly and efficient.  He incorporated mysticism, to add intrigue and make the group a mysterious enigma, wrapped in cloaks and daggers.

This system was based on the Freemasons’ structure of orders and ranks.  His first group contained five members, all given aliases to provide a modicum of anonymity.  Weisthaupt  chose the name Spartacus.

Professor Weishaupt, as it turned out, was a huge control freak.  The initiation rites prospective members endured included bizarre costumes and chilling ceremonies.  By 1779, there were only 54 members.  Everything changed when Baron Adolph Freiherr von Knigge.:  a renowned diplomat and Master Mason occultist with connections to numerous secret societies.  Von Knigge was very successful in his recruitment of new members, including royalty, powerful politicians and leading Freemasons.

The Illuminati Hierarchy

Weishaupt’s model for a New World Order involved three basic classes:

Class 1-he called this the “nursery,” consisting of Noviciate, Minerval and Illuminatus Minor.

Class II-the “blue lodge” (Masonic) categories of Apprentice, Companion and Master-separated from the higher “Scottish” grades of Scottish Novice and Scottish Knight.

Class III-the Mysteries: Priest and Prince, followed by the more enigmatic Mage and King.

So, in essence, when Jim Carrey appeared on Jimmy Kimmel to discuss the “Illuminutti” conspiracy freaks, his agenda was clear-to disparage and discount the very organization that donned him a High Priest of Satanism.

Don’t let anyone call you a conspiracy theorist if you mention Secret Societies.

They ain’t so Secret any more.



And So It Is


This very song had me meditating so deeply, I didn’t hear my poor husband-stranded on the roof-screaming at the top of his lungs and/or banging the hell out of our tin roof to get my attention.  I had a bad feeling when he went up to clean the chimney; I prayed and gave it to the Prince of Peace.  I was so trusting that I didn’t hear the commotion outside or upstairs.  LOL  My poor husband.

I don’t know what broke the trance, but I do know that suddenly I heard this bizarre, antagonizing and hopeless cry out into the wild.  It took me minutes to realize that it was the sound of my husband, screaming like a banshee, from the roof-directly above me.  It seems he had lost hope of survival, as he was stranded on the roof-the ladder his father had just made him did not look like a good way to get back on the ground.  His hair straight up on end (I kid you not) he hoarsely asks for the metal ladder in the garage.  As I run at warp speed to his assistance, he loudly whispers:


Mildly alarmed, I stop in mid-run like a cartoon character and scream:

WHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO DO?????????????

I feel the nudge of hysteria in my very being.  I am close to tears, no, I am crying.  I have a cold, it’s freezing outside, and my husband has become something neither he or I recognize-his head looks freakishly large as he screams back:

Hold the m***f*** ladder my dad made!!!!”

And phew!  He is down, and life returns to normal

The funniest part of this is that I am on top of everything around here.  Like my Irish mother, God bless her soul, I am prone to making a bit of a big deal about the little stuff.  You know, you’re in a mood and the frig door won’t shut, the jeans won’t zip, the scales of justice can be maddening.  But in the event of a real Kleinfeltersville 911?  I am always the last person to be upset, and always the last to know there is an emergency.

While I’m in Twitter jail, I may as well make fun of Acosta in my blog.


You guys are not going to believe this, buttttttt, I had to stop writing two hours ago, as I was interrupted by my golden retriever: he was flailing around to get my attention, and I, as ever, in my own Private Idaho, failed to notice that the house was full, and I mean FULL of smoke.  I ran into the kitchen, howled like a wolf, and ran aimlessly from room to room-forgetting to open windows, unable to find my phone.  I run to the front porch: my husband and son are just over the hill, in a goose blind-they will hear me scream.  If they don’t, surely my in-laws will hear!  This goes absolutely nowhere, and I am unable to be in the house-my throat is raspy, my eyes tearing at whim.  

I find my phone, pray he has it.  He answers.

“The house is full of smoke, get home,” I say, firmly.

“Seriously?,” he is folksy in the moment, “I could have sworn….”

I cut him off.

get home! 

I use my Coxswain voice, he ends the phone call.

And so it was that he got home just in the nick of time.  I looked up and thanked my Lord and Savior, checked on the felines, gave myself a talking to.

There is a lesson here for me, and perhaps for you; the very reason I wrote this blog.  We truly cannot take our eyes off of Jesus-not for even a moment too long.  When we do, heartaches  we had long ago given to God?  They have a way of creeping back up on you at the most inappropriate of times.  You begin to realize you are feeling pain and grief-the loss of a sister, the yearn for your kin, the love we never had a snowball’s chance in hell of giving.

Pain is God’s way of molding us, growing us into better followers of Christ-but we were never meant to carry the burdens alone.  Fix your eyes on Jesus, and keep the dark shadows at bay~

On Truth and Persecution


I remember telling you that God had wanted me to stop digging, and that is how I had interpreted His words-however, I don’t think He was telling me to stop investigating; it was the subject matter I was researching that was leading me down the wrong rabbit hole.

One caveat:  be very, very careful who you get your information from, as some of the PAYtriots on the world wide web are just that: men and women of dubious distinction trying their best to make a buck off of the most momentous and inspiring time in our nation’s history.

I was on the Q boards this morning.  This is public information, folks.   Here is a link for the site:

Now, I don’t recommend going on and trying to decode Q, as I have tried in the past, and although I get some of it correct, there are many posts that stump the chump, meaning me.  I have listed reliable sources in the past, but nothing works like good old Twitter:  it’s who you follow.  Here are a few to trust-

Joe M. @StormIsUponUs

In Pursuit of Truth

The Patriot Hour

You Are Free TV

McCallister TV

These are a few of the channels I trust implicitly, but please feel free to do your own research.  So what was Q talking about today?  The fact that coming out with the truth will be a daunting task, as many are still brainwashed, thanks to Project Mockingbird and Mainstream journalists who are being paid by the Deep State to follow their narrative, which is a bunch of lies and perdition.  Treason, some might say.  Only POTUS and Q know the timeline, but after reading his current drop, I’d say we are in a war for the TRUTH.


Why haven’t we had the mainstream media told Americans the truth for over five decades?

Where did the Nazis go after WWII?

What is MK Ultra?

What is Project Mockinbird?

Is RBG dead, and if so, why are they using her vote to overturn rulings concerning infanticide?

Stay tuned friends.  Like Q said, who has the time to do all this research anyway?

The Citizen Journalists do, and we will stop at nothing to bring you the real deal.

Be blessed.  Do not fear or become discouraged.  FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!










Tom Girardi and Erika Jane


This one is rather personal, in an eerie kind of way.  I want to begin by saying I am a lowly blogger, who contributes what she can to the #Q movement-I am not making accusations or jumping to conclusions.  I am simply showing you the information at hand, and I am sure there will be more to come, but this story?  It goes back two years ago, when I had been receiving Reiki Treatments and experimenting with the New Age.  At that point in my life, a rook of crows followed me everywhere, even on vacation in Potter County, a three hour drive from here.  I remember my 55th birthday, as my husband was flipping the burgers, he said:

“There’s your crows honey, they really do follow you everywhere!”

This is the same vacation that had me drinking, (recovering alcoholic) anxious and heaving with crying jags.  Brrrr..  I can’t go back there right now.  Suffice it to say, Jesus pulled me from the muck and mire that is the Satanic New Age Movement, convicted, forgiven and redeemed.  It was about this same time that I swore off Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, and Real Housewives of New York after seeing a party in which Miss Erika Jayne Girardi threw such a grotesquely lavish birthday party for herself-I had to turn off the television.

At that time, I knew the Holy Spirit was up to something, because after the lesson comes the blessing.  I was addicted to these reality shows in which women try to out dress, out spend and out drink one another.  They’re vicious vipers who would sell their soul for a buck.  This was when I was beginning to awaken, and as much as I loved those stupid shows?  It was nothing to give them up.  Nothing.


So, after taking in that video, I stumbled upon this.

Nothing to see here folks.


You Can’t Handle the Truth!!!


If you didn’t unsubscribe from my blog, this doesn’t concern you.  If you want to read a scathing reaction to the absolutely incomprehensible stupidity of some people?  Carry on.

I wrote about the SOTU last evening-and each end every time I write about President Donald J. Trump?  I lose subscribers.  Yep, it really is that obvious.  Before I go off on my tangent, this is what I have to say to the sheeple, Socialists, MS13, Black Lives Matter, MeToo movement and the other .245% of the population who a.  doesn’t want the truth, 2.  thinks this is about politics, and c. has no concern for what our country and its precious people have been subjected to over the last fifty some years.

If you don’t care about Satanic Ritual Abuse, Election Fraud, Comet Ping Pong, human trafficking,  or the plight of our every person living in this country who is subjected to radiation poisoning, chemical trails in our skies, or baby fetus particles in our Pepsi? Step.  The.  Fuck.  Off.  I don’t want you anywhere near my writing-trust me!

There are actual demons walking this earth, some are sitting in GITMO, some are in political positions and ALL of them are subsisting on the blood of our children.  Yep, I said it.  Do your homework on SRA, do your own investigating and by the way?  Get used to it, because those of you who are even remotely interested in the truth?  Well, say goodbye to that as well-you won’t get it from the MSM, and by the looks of the increasing numbers of those alternative media sources who are peddling facts?  You won’t have anywhere to go once we are gone.

What the hell is wrong with America?  Let’s start with the cowards who troll decent, hard working, citizen journalists who only want to provide a service and work their behinds off to support the critical direction of this country.

If you’re in denial about any of the above topics, see ya.  Don’t let the door hit you in the behind.  This is not a game, people.  I am absolutely done with fools who live in their own Private Idaho while the rest of us suffer because of their ignorance.

I make no profit, no money actually-for providing a service that is close to God’s heart.

I won’t sugar coat this-heed my warning.

If you are not with us, bloody hell,  you’re against America.