Traveling has become even more difficult in the past six months.

(I mentioned the trouble with my debit card refusing to release my money so I could get gas, that is part of this. I actually told the lying customer service reps that I did not need their permission to travel!!)

When I first left Indiana in 2015, people were more friendly, but cautious. Truckers kind of looked out for me, a single lady. They have changed. I now recognize some truckers are in on gangstalking. The one that tried to run me off the road in Wyoming…and more close calls on the way back to Indiana. I don’t believe in coincidences.

But there are still some not willing or unaware of the gangstalking evil going on. I thank you for being Knights. Two black men truckers helped me get the last few miles home. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I ask the Creator to Bless you 100 times over for your kindness and compassion. I ask that for everyone whom has helped me, known and unknown to me. It keeps me going on.

I stopped in Nebraska trying to find somewhere to live and work. A kindly policeman told me there was a good shelter in town and he encouraged me to stay and said they would help me with my disability claim.

The mere word “shelter” sends chills down my spine. I shook my head “no”. He said to think about it because the bigger city, Omaha, is terrible. He definitely would not recommend going to any shelter there. I left and then decided to go back and at least give it a try.

I was met with a stone wall. The director of the Mission, calling himself a Christian but his words were anything but…

He emphasized this was a WORKING MISSION meaning that if I were disabled and couldn’t find work, I was not welcome. I told him that I had a sewing machine and I would be willing to help the others with clothing repairs or sew quilts for the mission. He totally ignored my pleas and pretty much dismissed me. He would not even give me a food box or water to take on my trip as he brushed me off. I was lucky that he gave me lunch.

And they wonder why people have turned away from Jesus.

I would like to say that the good people of Idaho who helped me out greatly with food boxes and clothing store are living the Christian way. They give without making you feel like a low life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Nebraska is just not a place to be in if you are poor.

While I was there, I witnessed a young woman get hit by a car. She survived. She was hit in a way that her leg was pinned against her chest and her body acted like a door stop, preventing the tire from going over her and crushing her head. It was the most sickening sight. I sat there and bawled as I tried to get through to the Emergency Dispatcher. The girl was screaming at the driver to get off of her. The driver, a young woman also, in her 20/30s, was apathetic. I could not believe her attitude. She actually told the victim that she was crossing against the light, and she had the right-of-way. Pedestrians always have the right-of-way, regardless of the light.

Anyway, I had a couple of visions of the young lady and I saw her in surgery for a couple hours, prayed that the surgeon’s hands be guided to make needed repairs. Then I had a vision later of her sitting up in the hospital bed, so I take that as her being okay. It is truly a miracle she was doing okay.

Her Helpers had to have been there at the accident to prevent more serious injuries. There was a person with medical training, too, as she was right there and asked pertinent questions to assess her injuries.

The apathy of the driver really got to me. I was dumbstruck at her lack of caring. The same thing happened to me in Idaho when the young man stuck me. He didn’t apologize nor seem to care of what he had done. He even smirked at me a year later when he saw me at a traffic stop. And he was the son of a judge!!

A final note~ When I was leaving, I had my final check from the gaslighting coworker place, and saw a man my age with a sign asking for help. I gave him a few dollars (wishing I could give him a $100), and this guy looked at my camper like it was the Taj Mahal. He said he was sleeping in a tent — in 40 degree weather. He has stayed on my mind. I pray for him to be warm and safe and dry. He was asking for help in the Peoria suburbs in Illinois.

Creator Bless all of us fighting against the evil with strength, and courage, and wisdom, and being made poor by not accepting the mark of the beast.