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.
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?
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.
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.
Sitting here on Slaughter Beach-named after the migratory Horseshoe crabs washed up on the shore in early June. This is there breeding ground, and I have been told that you can’t kill them, it’s illegal.
And, as I write this? I am reminded that it is still against the law to kill Deplorables; at least I believe it is.
I woke early, eager to watch the sunrise over the bay. Over the last few days I have had predictable, yet disturbing results when mentioning my beloved POTUS. As a matter of fact, I would have kept my mouth shut, I mean, I’m on a hiatus-absolutely no need or want for drama. That didn’t occur to me when the couple staying next door ran into us in the driveway. I couldn’t help but notice he was military, as his army gear spelled it out. Here was my chance to talk to another Patriot, and I wasn’t going to miss it.
Thank you for your service soldier! So, what are your thoughts on our amazing President?
“Sorry ma’am, I can’t comment-good or bad-about the president when in uniform.”
I could feel the underlying tension-you could cut it with a knife.
I was confused and saddened.
Then, a truly enchanting conversation with the neighbor down the beach. Effervescent and loving, we bonded immediately. She was a nurse in our home town, and I brought up my blog. Not politics, my blog.
I hope to purchase a small cottage on the bay, and I believe the president is working on this country’s affluence as we speak. Things are going to change for the better, don’t lose hope!, I chirped.
With that being said, the woman turned abruptly away from me.
“Have a nice stay,” she mumbled as she ran, not walked, for her porch.
Hmmm. Maybe I don’t want a house on the beach in Delaware.
Honey, you’re on vacation, give it a rest.
Now I’m supposed to avoid conversation with other humans? I think not.
Will we ever live in unity Abba? Will this nation come together and heal, as it did in the days and months after 9/11?
As I headed for the beach this morning, I ran into a lovely man named Kai. From Sweden originally, but now living in upstate New York-we talked for the better part of an hour. We really hit it off, so I didn’t think I was out of line when I showed him the video of Michael O’bummer on the Ellen DeGeneres show.
“Now that is what you call anatomically correct. No doubt, that’s a man. Holy shit!!!”
He warned me his wife, Lucille, was headed our way. He told me to avoid politics at all costs: My wife will eat you for breakfast. Do yourself a favor.
And so it was, after discussing the removal of our history, illegal immigration and Trump’s tweets-she said this:
“You know who I really, really liked? John McCain. Now THERE was a man with balls.”
Before I stroked out, God reminded me that most people continue to watch the MSM narrative. It won’t be long before the lamestream is out of our faces for good. But in the meantime? I will love humanity whole heartedly, despite our differences. I don’t want to argue, I want to encourage, uplift. I had to admit it, I loved this woman.
Later, Lucille said this to my husband-
“I simply adore your wife. Even if she is a hippy who voted for Trump.”
Carpe Diem folks. Get out there and love someone today! Find the common denominator, and love the crap out of anyone who shares the ground you stand on.
For only when we come together will we change the world, one day at a time.
I apologize for not writing more often these days, but the truth of the matter is this: conservatives are being attacked and censored on every level. I have spoken of this in previous blogs, but now the Cabal is desperate, unhinged you might say. They are desperate to keep you brainwashed, terrified that the truth will have a domino effect on evil players, demons if you must know.
Perhaps 10 to 25 percent of you are woke to the truth, maybe not. I can tell you that my awakening came after years and years of drinking, drugging and messing around with the New Age. My story is not unique, not by a long stretch. Sadly, there is a population of vulnerable, impressionable peeps out there-they have been abused their entire life, be it physical, emotional, sexual or circumstantial. They fly to the “answers” they have searched for their entire lives, and I was one of those victims.
In 2015, I attended a funeral for a young man who happened to be my friend’s one and only son. We sat in the balcony, and when Sherry walked into the chapel? Every muscle in my body tightened. I dug my nails into my husband’s thigh, trying to stifle the scream I felt surfacing-Jason was her only son: an expert on motorcycles, a truck driver found him in a ditch, on a sunny day. Sherry received the news while grocery shopping, when a friend called to voice her sympathies. A part of my heart died that day, and my life took on a frenetic rush to prove that life on this planet had purpose.
“This can’t be it, Jesus. Why are we here? Seems a tad more like hell on earth, not life.”
During the funeral, I was startled to find the woman behind me had placed her hands on my neck. She began gently massaging my scalp, and I retreated in a not so nice way-as if to say-look lady, I don’t know you and why in the harry are you TOUCHING me?
“Honey, this is Lydia. I went to high school with her,” my husband whispered.
The very same Lydia who sold gorgeous, handsewn purses made from old wool sweaters? That Lydia? I had heard of her wares, and she was quite renown in our sleepy little town of Kleinfeltersville. Everyone loved Lydia.
As an artist, I am drawn to others in the field. I envied her, it seemed she had an idyllic life. But why was she massaging a stranger’s neck?
Lydia explained that she was studying for her Reiki Master license. All “treatments” would be free, at least for the coming month. As a victim of narcissistic abuse, I had plenty of healing to do-was this what I had been looking for? I jumped at the chance to see her home, let alone receive Reiki (I had no clue what it was, but my mind is always open) I was not disappointed on my first visit. Lydia sat down with me, I glanced at her kitchen table and noticed a deck of what I thought to be tarot cards.
Ten years prior, I had been at a superbowl party in which there was a “psychic” in attendance for the party goers. Hounded by the host to go up and be “read,” I finally caved. I had attempted to have my palm read years and years ago, in a tiny flat on South Street, in Philadelphia. She read my sister well, so I was excited (and terrified) of what she would say to me. She took my palm. The look on her face said stranger danger, and before she could scream GET OUT, we headed down the steps, taking two, three at a time. My sister laughed the entire way home, but I was tormented.
Why would she kick me out? She told me to call her and she would explain, but that she could not be in my presence. It wasn’t until years later that I realized a very, very important fact:
Practitioners of black magic, fortune telling, Reiki, or witchcraft simply can’t deal with the children of the Most High. They know who we are, and they don’t mess around with God-even if they worship satan, they know who we are. It’s as simple as that.
My visit with the super bowl psychic proved disastrous as well.
“I don’t like tarot cards, or having my palm read,” I explained. I told her of my past experience.
“Oh, I know why she did it, but that was cruel. You must have been frantic, Nothing to fear, let’s get started.”
As my heart began to pound out of my chest, she shuffled the cards.
Long story short, I picked the death card.
“Within the week, someone will die in your home.”
Well, that made me fly up out of my seat and run to my husband.
Honey, I thought you didn’t believe in psychics, that isn’t going to happen.
Two days later? My beloved Dalmatian, Chipper, began having a series of strokes. By the third day we had to call the vet, and he lapsed into a coma in my lap. I sat there for five hours, legs numb, railing at God.
The poor dog was diagnosed with encephalitis, a brain swelling. The trauma hit us both in the face, like a bowl of ice cold water. In my grief, I had more questions than answers. I will never forget that day, the darkness, the heartache.
After a few Reiki “treatments,” I found myself becoming more depressed by the day. I would have days that were so dark? I couldn’t move, get out of bed, even feed the animals. I tried to reach out to others, but no one had a clue what I was talking about. Black crows followed me everywhere, and I mean a murder of crows. Snakes were found in my kitchen, one dead, with his head sticking up as if he were warning:
These are trying times. Deep State false flags, public shootings, crises actors…it’s enough to send you reeling. Please understand this:
The elite, deep state, cabal, illuminati? They have an AGENDA, and that is to unarm America, yes, but they know it’s coming, this STORM-and thus it is in their best interest to play on your emotions, and distract America’s attention from the real news, the real war on crime.
[These people are STUPID] That statement used to bring me comfort. But stupid is as stupid does, and the casualties matter not. Do you honestly think that Beto O’Rourke gives a damn about who was and wasn’t killed in this latest attempt to distort reality? If so, you should probably know that each and every democratic candidate for 2020 wants their blood back. And that is the blood of babies. It’s what keeps them young, keeps them in Adrenochrome, keeps them rich-human trafficking is a lucrative business. They want Trump stopped because he knows. He knows everything about [them] and will not stop until each and every traitor, demon, and scumbag extraordinaire is not only behind bars, but dead.
I said dead, yes.
You aren’t awake because they want you sleeping.
You will NEVER hear the truth coming out of the corrupt MSM, EVER. So why are you watching it? This includes FOX news, the BBC, New York Times, Washington Post and 99% of all media. You see, they all have a vested interest in keeping you in the dark: together we are strong, but divided?
Not so much.
I found this lovely prayer in a book entitled Prayers and Promises for a Hurting World.
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Dear Jesus, we are Your sheep, the people of Your pasture, loved and precious and known. Thank You for that pastoral metaphor, which is both humbling and comforting. For we are just like sheep: foolish, weak, small and easily led astray. We are prone to wander; we feel it every day in the way our minds tend to things other than You. We are prone to complain with an irritating repetition and a blindness to the blessings around us. Hours or even days go by without us pricking our ears to the sound of Your voice, without looking up to see where we are in relation to where You are. And when we find ourselves in a predicament-far from home, far from the flock, far from You-we cry out and You are there.
But Lord, we want to be able to feed Your sheep too, just like You commanded Peter to do. We don’t want to be so continually lost that we’re no help to the other lost sheep around us. Help us to persistently reorient our minds on You and Your loving voice, and keep our wooly ears open to the cries of others. Amen.
Peter was grieved because he said unto him, the third time, Lovest thou me? And he saidunto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep. John 21:17 KJV
Speaking of the world that is currently run by the enemy-but will soon be run by God himself? That’s right, I said it’s going to be a Jubilee, and there is biblical proof to back this theory, plenty of it-I might add. I love Sainted Anon’s exposés on the proof in the pudding, the dark to light of so many hidden demonic forces currently working to end the Trump administration, take away your rights, disarm you and then kill you off in droves.
But the Good and Great News is that Jesus is our Lord and Saviour! Abba protects His children, and because we declare Jesus to be our Saviour? We are covered in the blood he shed as the Lamb of God. This isn’t about anything but the battle of good against evil. That is what this time in biblical prophesy is all about. God is giving us another chance, to make it right before we can’t.
I had one hell of a time trying to write this blog. It appeared that all signs pointed to this not being published today, as I threw my laptop down in despair. Computer screen frozen, I shut the shit show down and pouted.
And then I got good and freaking angry.
I had a talk with Jesus.
I don’t want to fear any longer, remind me of the Warrior angel you set me upon this earth to be, and guide me in the Spirit with all I say and do. Strengthen me in faith and spirit, let no evil touch this home. Know that I am beyond grateful for your abundant blessings, and that I am nothing without you. Help me speak out for the children, the victims and all the saints in Heaven.
In Jesus’ precious name, Amen.
If this was a movie?
Marilyn Monroe would be walking down the runway, in nothing but a trench coat and black Wayfarers. The crowd would cheer her on, her comeback, dreaded by many-made perfect in His timing.
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.
If I could, I’d make a deal with God, so we could trade places. -Kate Bush
I just now picked up on the irony. The thumbnail on this video is a girl with butterfly wings. MK Ultra and the butterflies-God never ceases to surprise me. And it was in utter shock that I heard myself unravel earlier today, on the phone with my friend Kat.
My heart was breaking in half for the people who will have their world turned upside down in a matter of days. My husband, my beloved tribe, and others I cannot claim to be my own. How will it go over? Will there be panic? Will there be martial law? Will my family be okay? When will the healing begin…blah, blah, blah. Where was my faith? I truly lost my shit, and that hasn’t happened in a great while.
Every word she spoke was a panacea to my soul. I went from weeping to breathless laughter in a matter of moments.
“Wait until they find out about the royals. Wait until they see their lizard tongues, then our husbands will believe us!”
This is a shout out to those of you in my intimate circle, my brothers and sisters in Christ, what little is left of my family-if I could trade places with you, I would. I take zero pleasure in awakening before you were to do so, believe me. This isn’t about me, it isn’t about you. It’s about the children, the charades, the evil on mind blowing levels. Everything dark and hidden will be brought out into the Light. And by the Light I don’t mean the New Age, ascended master version-I mean the risen Christ in all His glory. He is about to eradicate all evil from this planet.
It’s about good versus evil, as simple as that.
You will hear bad, very bad things about the so called “elite” of this world. Household names, famous names. There will be so much news, coming at once. Even though I thought I joined the Christian QAnon truther community for this very reason-an awakened world on the same spiritual plane, moving together as one? I am not relishing the coming weeks and months of disclosure. People will be thrown into the abyss of unbelief, for sure.
Hold onto the people you love and hold tightly.
There is absolutely nothing to panic about, God has this.
Donald J. Trump and his QAnon team have planned this for twenty years.
Trust God, trust POTUS, trust Barr.
The very best is yet to come-at least for some of us.