Before I start this blog, I want to say that I loved the service and my time there prior to my divorce.

I helped with the preparation of the chicken noodle dinner we ( home and school association) prepared each Fall to supplement the school.

I enjoyed it. The school is now home to the Salvation Army and when I stepped in the kitchen area, it was with sadness but fond memories of those times.

I never knew there was something behind the scenes and dark.

I would never have suspected in a million years that they were a source of the war against me and my reputation.

I’m not talking about the people, because you expect some gossip.

But I didn’t understand that the church itself was behind the character assassination.

I’m now seeing it.

I’m across from a Catholic bookstore. There hasn’t been any activity for a looong time.

I mean NOTHING. I’ve been at this location since December, off and on, and there was no activity. Zip.

Suddenly, these past couple of weeks, the owner has suddenly started showing up.

And “customers”showing up. One parked in the lot even when no one was there!

Because of the false accusations, I have a pillowcase covering in front of me, hanging on the sun visor, because they have made it so I can’t look out the window without being accused of something.

You’re probably thinking this is slim evidence, but there was no activity there at all, and now there is suddenly people are busting down their doors.

But there is more that I need to share, and I take no delight in it.

When I first began going back to the church that I was married in, had my children baptised, etc., I still did not know that they were part of gangstalking.

Nor did I realize that they were part of the darkness.

The young priest, in his 30s or 40s, took me by surprise when after Mass, I went to my camper and felt his sexual excitement.

This is something that came along with the ability of having visions.

I don’t like talking about it because men who know of my ability take advantage of it.

And it feels like rape.

So I was caught off guard, and because it was the priest, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and then when it happened again, I knew he was part of the darkness and knew of my abilities and took advantage of it.

And the Hispanics were gangstalking me in church. The ushers would wait until the last moment to seat them next to me so that I could not escape. But I caught on and would sit on the outer pew and move. This was necessary because they made allegations I was doing something inappropriate during church!

And they would slather on perfume and aftershave, making me ill. The Handlers know that I get migraines and nausea from chemicals in perfumes and aftershave. I have lost jobs because of plug-in air fresheners making me severely ill.

So that’s when I quit going to church.

So when I was in my camper, on the Catholic church grounds, they kept pushing me to go to the Lafayette diocese.

And when I refused, I was asked to leave the parking lot. Unreal.

And get this– they were telling me that it came from higher up the church hierarchy…they were insinuating that it came from the pope himself.

I know that I have felt the Pope’s energy and had visions of him talking with the local leadership, but still…

And the next piece of information some won’t believe, but I can’t in good conscience not tell about it.

You remember my post on the woman from Birthright, a Catholic agency in the town I stay in when I am not in my hometown? She did what the other two Catholics did by driving so fast and close to my vehicle that they nearly scraped paint off.

The gray haired woman got out of her vehicle and smirked at me as she went in to Birthright.

I typed up my blog about it, and that night, as I was going to sleep, I get a vision.

A satanic priest was holding the ritual knife that’s kinda like a cross. With him were other brown robes.

Everything around me went deathly quiet.

No noise at all.

Now, if you’ve ever been in a forest, where everything goes quiet, you know the birds and animals sense something dangerous and evil is amongst them and they all go quiet.

It was like that. No street noises. No traffic

Again, it was meant to threaten me like so many times before.

If you recall, I had a vision of being buried alive when I made a post about Libby and Abby’s murders in Delphi.

What to make of the Catholic church?

Well, my take is the dark ones of the church want my Light, my power that the Creator has Gifted me.

And just like they did with Mary Magdalene, they are trying to slander me, too. I don’t put myself on the same level as she, but what power I have been given, they want.

Do you remember that I said they will put thoughts into your head that ate not your own?

Well, they have put the song “You Need Us” that Ginger, Mary Ann, and Mrs Howell sang on an episode.

This song suddenly popped in my head when I wasn’t thinking about it or about Gilligan’s Island.

I knew it wasn’t my own thought…

I always ask for help to understand what I don’t understand and bingo! God’s Helpers helped me understand the evil ones were putting it into my head saying that I needed them!!

Nope. I don’t need you! Any power that I have was granted by the Creator and to be used in a Good Way.