An Open Letter to Joe M. @stormisuponus

Awhile back, I lost my cool on a guy on Twitter-Joe M. @thestormisuponus-it was back when Q told us that JFK, Jr. was not alive, after leading us in the direct opposite direction for months. I cried out in rage, almost convinced that QAnon was a Psyop, and that didn’t sit well with my discernment.

Literally two seconds after I left the boards, poor Joe M., in an attempt to console me, said that there is “disinformation on the boards as well.”

My response?

“This is the ULTIMATE betrayal!!!!”

A good shrink I used to see told me that anger is rooted in fear. And when we fear, whom do we go to? That’s right, Jesus.

And so it was, a few hours later, that I walked the trails of a wildlife sanctuary with my golden retriever. I looked up, I looked within, and popped the question.

“Abba, is John F. Kennedy, Jr. alive?”

Now Joe, you don’t know me from squat. You wouldn’t know that I have CPTSD, am a victim of NPD, and have suffered great heartache in my life because the people I treasured betrayed me. They lied to me. They manipulated me. They devastated me. As a result, I trust no man.

However, my friend, I do trust God. And in answer to my question? The Holy Spirit moved me to look down. What I saw was a Tiffany Blue feather, literally shining brightly by the corn stalks. I knew at that moment that John John was alive and well. My gratitude knew no bounds. I was uplifted and inspired-QAnon was no Psyop.

Just like you say, Joe, there must be disinformation-the black hats are watching. But I wanted you to know that I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s show, and between you and me?

I think you’re him.

At Work Forces…

I laughed out loud last evening when I heard that Rage Against the Machine was banned from the set of Saturday Night Live. Apparently, their politics don’t mix-go figure.

I am here to tell you a few things that are FACT, so much so that you can look these things up on USA.gov-and that is what I finally told my brother. Frankly, I sent him a text telling him that there is a high probability of martial law in the very near future. I am going to share the following video, as I find it fair, balanced and from very reliable sources.

As far as I can surmise, and this being my opinion based on certain facts-I think it fair to say that George W. Bush is missing. His Twitter account is now marked private, and his own wife is not following him. Not much to go on, but if you are privy to the QAnon boards, this makes total and complete sense. I also believe that after John McCain and Herbert Walker Bush’s executions, George W. was the next in line, due to the severity of his involvement with 9/11. The mainstream media does not want you to know that 9/11 was a fraud, perpetuated by the very same government we elected. This is treason in its highest form, and horribly upsetting, the lives lost-families torn apart!

Here is what I have found about the Martial Law issue. Basically, we have a curfew and will have the United States military, united with veterans who can freely join in the movement, as can citizens-just like you and me.

See something, say something.

Have two weeks of supplies ready at any given time. Medications, water, First Aid, cash.

President Trump and the US military are fighting as we speak. Fighting to bring our country back to its people, fighting for our very lives.

There is nothing to fear, God’s got this. #WWG1WGA

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I am almost hesitant to write this blog, as the last time I wrote on this subject matter? I was called names like, “reprehensible c***,” “delusional F*** face, and my personal favorite?

“I feel sorry for your husband. You are a whack job, imbecile.”

Projection, projection, projection! It’s what the Swamp does best-accuse conservatives of the very thing they are doing, and folks, there is no time to waste, the choice to KNOW will be yours.

It isn’t pretty, it isn’t fair, and it isn’t going to bring us down. I suggest that when doing your own research (QAnon is not a brainwashing PSYOP, as the MSM would have you believe)-in order to protect The Plan there will be disinformation. But Q has always asked us to think logically, think for ourselves, and in doing so? You too will be awakened.

I don’t tend to care what other people think, never have, never will. And thank God I don’t, because the Peanut Gallery is doing some high volume shrieking, and for the very reasons I share this video. They are frightened, panicking, and know that their Satanic, Pedophilic, Cannibal Abuse will be coming to an end-and I mean soon.

The witched and warlocks of Washington, Hellywood, the music industry-they are all going down. Those who did not kill will be given a choice, those who did-GITMO and hanging. No, President Trump isn’t fooling around. And it was proven at the cough, belch, vomit-funeral of Poppy Bush…the man who organized the death of JFK, and the unmerciful, unimaginable terror of 9/11.

As the Deep State planned the funeral for D5, Trump’s plans were temporarily put off. However, this from Q:

“Nice move, DS. Allow us to counter.”

Here is the brilliant counter in vivid technicolor. Never, in the history of mankind, has a presidency been so transparent. QAnon is a means to that end, and at the end of the day? I will follow Him.

Uphill is Over, Folks…

I sat on the couch, my mouth ajar. Come again? ‘Scuse me? What the Harry?

How is it possible that seemingly overnight, my blog had 3,000 visitors, from all over the globe? How does one go from 50 views on average, to 2,328? There is no bravado or pride in my shock-quite the contrary, I am floored.

I looked over the last week of my life. The bad fall, trip to the ER, the head injury I am recovering from. Oh, it didn’t end there. After drinking Chia Kombucha, against my better judgment, I had a case of diverticulitis so ugly, I am still, three days later, passing gas. The pain began Saturday morning, in my gut; by Sunday it had travelled to the pit of my arm-leaving me to wonder: did I break a rib in the fall?

Anyhoosers, as I was crying out to Jesus yesterday, I knew. I knew within the fibers of my very being that the joy would indeed come in the morning. I thought back over the trials and triumphs He has brought me through. The common thread is an overabundance of joy after the lesson is learned. I know that He wanted my attention, and perhaps, had I given it to Him earlier, I could have avoided the shiner of a lifetime.

“God is going to bless us, Jesse. Just you wait and see-it’s going to be beautiful,” I sang just the morning before, to a golden retriever who’s soul, I am convinced, is a mate to my own.

We can be blinded by the negativity of the world, or we can live freely, moment by moment, clinging to the Grace of God. I believe there is a season and time for everything. I know that Trump is winning the war on evil-the evidence of SRA is daunting, and I was brutally reminded of God’s wish that I back off from digging any further-after seeing a clip of HRC, in a slasher movie, with Huma Aberdeen and a child. Yes. This is true. This is fact.

I turned my pc off and head down the stairs for God’s word.

He alone can seek vengeance, and vengeance will be His.

ThanQ

I woke this morning and turned on my pc. Gravitating towards reading a blog or two, I was stuck on my stats: 3,000 people read my blog entitled, FUQ, and the comment section was a veritable mine field.

I was given love and support, and I also had more than a few trolls (blocked immediately) who cursed me out for being “na├»ve” enough to believe in the “brainwashing” to begin with. And now, I am at peace in the knowledge that what I am about to say may indeed ruffle even more feathers. So be it.

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As last night unfolded, I sunk into a funk and put my computer away. In the shower, I cried out to God, for wisdom, peace and understanding. I sat and brought out my devotionals; and to His glory? He led me with wisdom and Grace.

The title of the devotion for December 13? Perfect Wisdom. Below, in its entirety, is the entire writing.

The wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight.
-1 Corinthians 3:19 NIV

The world has its own brand of wisdom. Unfortunately, it’s a brand of wisdom that’s often wrong and sometimes dangerous. God, on the other hand, has His own brand of wisdom, and it’s a wisdom that will never lead you astray.

Where will you place your trust today? Will you trust in the wisdom of fallible men and women, or will you place your faith in the wisdom of the infallible, all-knowing, loving God of the universe? How you answer that question will profoundly affect the course of your life.

I did some research on the theory that Q is a Psyop, but quickly realized that every article naysaying the phenomena had either false information or character assassination by proxy.

QAnon is a marvelous tool for research, but there are bad guys on the military channels as well. “Disinformation is necessary” were my three most hated words yesterday. Huber failed to show up at Comey’s testimonial yesterday, but for good reason. It occurred to me that Trump is the ingenious mind behind all of this rhetoric, and I trust him. I truly believe he was anointed for such a time as this. I also know that you can’t let the enemy in on your plan, and I have accepted that fact.

This morning I am trying to apply what I have learned, and that is that God is our source of knowledge, Donald Trump’s presidency is the most transparent of our time-he leads us to Q for that very reason. The infographs are full of the God’s honest truth, and I owe him and the other Anons so much-in terms of waking me up and leading me to be a better Patriot today and in the future: I love my country and its people, I know what I personally need to know.

And so it was that I went to the infinite wisdom of God this morning, as I walked among the creeks and streams.

“Abba, is JFK, Jr. alive?”

What happened next was so surreal, I thought I may be dreaming. On a dark and dreary day, fog so thick you could slice it with a knife, my attention was directed to a Tiffany Blue feather, sparkling in the sun, directly in front of me. That’s right, there was no sun

Go with God for answers. Do your own research. And, as Q would say-think for yourselves.

Because the world is deceptive, it is dangerous. The world can even deceive God’s own people,and lead them to trouble.
– Warren Wiersbe

Expand Your THINKING…

In 1999, we lost an American treasure. Or so we thought. He went down in a plane, his wife and her sister aboard. An innocence deep within my soul was shattered that day. I bought a morning paper and wept, unabashedly at work.

“THIS CAN’T BE REAL,” I sobbed. He wouldn’t fly in bad weather, he wouldn’t fly with a bad foot, he always took a flight instructor with him and had been flying his own aircraft for 17 years! And then they blamed it on Carolyne Bissett’s medication, and I knew. I knew right then and there-set up. I couldn’t prove a thing, and at that time? Who could?

A friend and coworker tried to make sense of what I was so upset about. I tried to make sense of it, but alas, she couldn’t comfort me. Everything seemed so pointless and tragic. I slid further into my addictions, giving up hope of ever finding the truth-I drank my life away. I had shut down. I had given up onme.

Flash forward 19 years…I am sober, I am healing from my PTSD, I am a functioning human being. Of course, as you know, holidays are HELL for me and this past Thanksgiving was no exception. I had given up on red pilling another soul-it was as if these people I thought I knew were brainwashed into not believing word one about the Great Awakening. The whole mess came crashing down in a FUBAR of a holiday, in which I was verbally attacked by my sister in law and her sister in law.

I attempted the impossible. I sat down with the girls (my SIL is a pain in my ass, but I love her) and gently began my story. What followed was a preposterous attack on my credibility, and FAKE NEWS screamed in my face. Of course, as you know, I am a thug-my Irish temper knows no bounds-I left the house and went home, to spend the duration in bed with my dog.

I am going to get an electric cattle prod and prepare it for the next time someone is so incredibly rude to me. I mean, I HAVE HAD IT.

The citizen journalists of this world are preparing for war. That’s correct: we are in a war with the Mainstream (Mockingbird)Media, who hasn’t told the truth in over fifty years. We want to get the word out! The Cabal is crashing around these Pedophiles and Pedovores. And as it turns out? John F. Kennedy, Jr. was told that Hillary Clinton had a million dollar hit out on him-she wanted the NY Senate seat, so she blew up his plane.

But now is where it gets good. JFK, Jr. faked his death in order to provide justice to those who took his father’s life. He is alive and well, and he intends to BRING THE PAIN, as only he and our beloved Donald J. Trump know how to do.

Enjoy the Show!!!!!!

Giving Thanks

I was going about my daily routine, when I remembered that it was Thanksgiving. As I expected my normally bleak reaction to this holiday, I was shocked by a thrill that ran through, my veins. I heard the Holy Spirit-loudly and clearly:

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GIRL, YOU BEST GET YOURSELF A NEW ATTITUDE, AS YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE A FABULOUS THANKSGIVING.

No. He doesn’t always speak in this manner, and believe me-no one was more surprised than me. I decided to skip the plans I had to bake all day; I lit a candle and plugged in my ambience. I took care getting ready, and I found myself coming around, even becoming cautiously optimistic.

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I was just getting ready to sit, when I heard a faint knock on my door. We live out in the country, and I never get company during the work week. I grabbed my mace and slid into the mud room.

“JACKIE!!!”

I ran to let her in, out of the bitter wind, into my humble abode. Jackie is not just a friend, she is a sister in every sense of the word. We read each other like sisters do, and even if months go by without our paths crossing? We fall into our dance as if together daily. I loveJackie.

We sat only a few moments before I caught the look on her face. It read of deep and troubled waters, and before long she was pouring out her heart. My breath caught at the ideathat she could be in such terrible pain. She looked up, smiled wanly and said:

It’s Thanksgiving.”

And as I sit here by the fireplace, my dog and cats sleeping soundly at my feet-I know. I know with a peace that surpasses all understanding-she will be okay. Better than that. She is cherished by a Savior who died on the cross that we may have everlasting life!

And for that, oh for that I give thanks to Jesus.

I wish you all a blessed and joyous Thanksgiving~

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