So, when I found out that my two great great uncles John and William Callahan fought in the Civil War, in the Indiana 69th (John) and 36th (William) Union regiment, it tickled me. (Edited to add Great Great Uncle William, whose regiment went into service of our country April 10, 1861)

I had no knowledge of my family having been here before my parents moved here in 1954.

In my hometown, I always felt like a newcomer.

So I started thinking about my great great Grandfather James, and when I put the question out “what did you do during the Civil War?” The answer I got back was “underground railroad” which was an organized network of people who hid escaped slaves to get them to Canada to freedom.

So I picked up an old book about the underground railroad in my hometown library…apparently the destroyers (friends *cough*) of the public library let one slip through their greasy little fingers…

And again I am tickled at what I discovered:

from The Underground Railroad from Slavery to Freedom by Wilbur Siebert, assoc. Professor of European History at Ohio State University

[…] About the year 1840 there came into Cass County, Indiana, a man from Kentucky by the name of Carpenter, who professed to be an anti-slavery lecturer and an agent for certain anti-slavery papers.

He visited the abolitionists and seemed zealous in the cause. In this way he learned the whereabouts of seven fugitives that had arrived in the neighborhood from Kentucky a few weeks before.

He sent word to their masters, and in due time they were all seized, but had not been taken far before the neighborhood was aroused, masters and victims were overtaken and carried to the county seat, a trial was procured, and the slaves again set free.” (p.53-54)

Makes one proud of Cass County for that moment in time….

…and interesting that this was never taught in our local school. We were taught a general lesson that Indiana was part of the underground, but names and homes involved were not discussed. And the book does not elaborate on the addresses, either. Curious.

So it would seem that my Dad was meant to choose Cass county, when he graduated from the Osteopathic college in Missouri, in 1954, because he was originally from California and Mom from Missouri. He could have chosen to go back to California or anywhere, but he settled on Cass County.

I can’t know for sure at this point whether my great great grandfather James was part of the County’s underground r.r. My great great great grandparents are buried in Indiana, but not in Cass.

Since I have been reading up on the Civil War, I have seen quite a few pictures of Civil War officers and soldiers, and something very interesting has been exposed…several have put their hands halfway in their jackets.

It’s a secret society gesture to let others know that you belong to the society. It doesn’t matter what society they belong to, they were all being manipulated by the Rothschilds or some other rich satanists. A secret within a secret society.

I saw the “hidden hand” on both sides. General McClellan of the Union really stands out because he was obviously not interested in fighting the south, that he was eventually replaced. A photo shows him with the hidden hand. Um hmmm…

I’ve read that President Lincoln was a freemason, but he probably came to realize what the 33rd degree was really about, and turned against them. They killed him, just like JFK. And I think for the same reasons: they came to understand the truly evil ones they were dealing with.

Cass County also illustrates how the evil ones go to good places and seek to destroy the good energy there, as was done, beginning about the mid-seventies.

At that time, business was booming, a good economy meant men were promoted to higher paying positions, but that usually meant hauling the family to another state. After five years or so, another promotion meant another move, and so on. You lose something when you don’t grow up with the same people who knew you and your family when you were young and innocent.

Throw in the secret society stuff that sought to undermine ANYTHING good, and good society starts to unravel.

A man named McNarny arrived about the early-seventies time. He, a banker, and his wife, a real estate agent, joined my Presbyterian church. It was a great church with truly Christian people who lived their beliefs. I am Blessed to have grown up with good examples of what Christianity meant. Not perfect because no church is, but a good base to grow on.

But soon after McNarny and family joined, things began to change. Our preacher and his wife were involved with other people and announced they were divorcing and marrying the others. In those days, before 1975, divorce was rare and scandalous. It was double for your preacher.

Naturally it weakened the church. I can’t speak for others but it was a confusing time. Where was God? Why was this happening?

And then my own parents divorce in 1975 further weakened my beliefs. Where was God? Why was this happening?

It created a hole in my soul that the evil ones sought to interfere with my connection to the Creator. My ex came along, and lured me away to the Catholic church.

His father was friends with McNarny and wife. Um-hmmm.

The plot thickens, as they say…

Now, my ex FIL was a control freak to the nth degree.

He had to control everything. He threatened to make my life hell, and with McNarny and the circle of evil men, they began the assault.

( But I think in the end, my former FIL admired me for standing up to him. I think he was actually proud of me for my resilience.)

His buddy McNarny was secretly at work trying to destroy his family, however.

He sent a woman in to try to interfere with my ex’s older brother and that didn’t work. Then she started working on my husband.

My husband began the abuse at this time. He had been verbally abusive but the rape and sodomy came the last four years of the marriage—the same time that she became a secretary. Can’t be coincidence.

But the pieces still didn’t fit together until I got back to town, and I had a vision of McNarny talking to her, my ex’s current wife, when I first came back. She was trying to get rid of me and was consulting with him on how to go about getting me out of town again.

It’s mindboggling how a small group of evil ones could destroy so many lives and get away with it!!

So back to the Civil War, I do believe it was always about good versus evil and the evil ones had planted traitors in the Union to try to win, but the Good Hearts won anyway.

The Underground Railroad and the women who risked their lives by hiding Union soldiers escapees from Confederate clutches, like Elizabeth Van Lew, were evidence of good courage in the face of evil.

And Cass County was a part of that.

The freemasons were hoping to take over the country, like they are trying so hard to, now.

My gut feeling before was that Indiana is a target by the evil ones because we wouldn’t join the Confederacy, and that turned the war in the Union’s favor. The Indiana regiment fighting in the Iron Brigade was a force to be reckoned with.

And the south never got over losing the war.

They infiltrated Indiana after 9/11/01, bringing their Confederate flags with them. I had never seen so many flags flying here. They just suddenly appeared after the towers fell.

And I can’t shake that feeling that Indiana is the next 9/11. The Indiana Civil War monument looks exactly like the twin towers. And there was a reason that all those southerners started flooding into the state after 9/11.