It is becoming more clear that my instincts are spot on about the Civil War connection to the destruction of the United States. 9/11 was the “Pearl Harbor” to begin the silent battle of continuing the war we thought was over in 1865.

The house that was diagonal to my house was built in 1860. This puts it in the prime years of the Civil War and the Underground Railroad. The other document I blogged on previously pretty much confirms it for me. I will continue to look for clues, however, and if I find anything different, I will post it.

McNarny, being in the secret society in Cass County, pushed for this stupid, nonsensical roundabout to be constructed in order to deliberately destroy that historical home.

A four way stop or stoplight would have been better. A driver cannot see what is around the other side, creating a blind spot. What if there’s a child in the road? Or a dog? Or a stalled vehicle? Or lumber fallen off a truck into the roadway? Hell, there could be someone standing there in the road with a gun.

There’s any number of situations that could develop quickly with little time to react. A roundabout does not give drivers a clear view of what is on the other side.

It is criminal that this historical home was destroyed over a stupid roundabout. End of rant.

For some reason, we don’t value our historical structures, because in my adventure of finding out my town’s history, a lot has been lost.

Wonderful structures. Beautiful homes.

As a side note, a solid brick school building is now being torn down. It is criminal that this building is being demolished. No sense to it at all!! If they didn’t want to use it for school, then it should have been converted to senior apartments. It only has two floors. Each classroom could be used as an apartment. There was a gym for activities. I once square danced in that gym during gym class. There was a kitchen for staff to fix meals.

And they are tearing it down.

Just so they can spend millions on a new school unnecessarily.

And it could have been used for the elementary they built behind it!!

Any of the seven elementary schools they have torn down could have been used.

It makes me angry that they are tearing down so many historical, well-built buildings!!

Whose palms are getting greased?? End of rant.

Related to this was when they built the new boondoggle middle school, they decided to have a school named Lincoln become a junior high school.

They took away the name Lincoln and just named it the town’s name.

My town’s name is not what I had thought– that it was after an Englishman who was captain of trade ships once using our waterways. Instead, he was a Shawnee Indian.

His name used to be on a prominent and prestigious hotel, but the Cult has obliterated the historical significance by renaming it…

…to a name some schmoozy marketing professional told them to….yep.

These are just two obvious renaming of two things the secret society hates: 1. The Indian, and 2. Those that helped free the slaves.

They are trying to obliterate the names in order to obliterate history.

I really feel my ancestors are leading me on this path. Stuff just keeps revealing itself to me that confirms what I have already learned.

The house I have been parked next to was built in 1870, so it wasn’t part of the Underground Railroad like I had thought, but I feel so drawn to it, that there is something that is significant about this beautiful home that is begging me to uncover.

And so the adventure continues…

People, I am being threatened A small car, dark, pulled up behind my van last night, just a couple feet away with the motor running but lights turned off.

Four Or five vehicle drove past the van at the same time.

This was three in the morning.

So if some “accident” happens…it was no accident.

But don’t let it frighten you into silence or letting the evil ones destroy this great country by inaction on your part.

Fight the evil with everything you’ve got!!!

First, I want to say that if you’re not a druggie or gangstalker, then my anger isn’t directed at you.

Today, I went back to my beloved park that is near a forest, and as I was driving in, a black jeep was pulling out.

The Hispanic woman driving was the same one who was driving a golf cart on the nearby golf course last week.

She drove off the course and came behind my parked vehicle and took down my license plate.

I figured she was one of the stalkers creating lies about me to get her stalker bucks.

But the reasons for stalking me became very clear when I saw her pulling out of the park st 8 am this morning. She was trying to get out of there so I could not get her license plate number. Her handler texted her that I was headed towards the park.

They’re trying to keep me out of there so they can keep their pot operation going, so they’re trashing my reputation to get me in trouble.

&#$%!!!

It’s all coming together.

This beautiful park had a nice walking path in the woods that was well maintained when I came back to Indiana in 2021.

And nobody came back there because it’s hidden somewhat and just the locals knew about it.

Fast forward to this year, and someone has put large branches across the path to discourage strolls through there. And it’s not maintained like it was before.

And there was some good mushroom hunting there, too. The mushrooms were all destroyed, because none of them sprouted. Mushrooms are perennials so they come up every year.

There is definitely an effort to discourage people from going in the woods.

Finding the pot plants ties it all together.

These scumbags are trying to take over this beautiful place to grow their drugs!

I was calling out the license plate numbers of cars that were coming back there, because I know I am being listened to, so might as well make it into a positive, right?

The reason I know they’re stalkers is because:

1. They wear their gang colors of black/orange or black/red or blue/black (trump).
2. They drive through the park, not there to hike or picnic or anything else.
3. The ones that do stop are there for stalker theatre. For instance, a guy with a black California license plate with James Dean on his white four door suv, came back there, ran into the bathroom and changed clothes. This made no sense because it was very chilly and the bathroom is unheated. instead of driving way out of his way, he could have changed in the warm bathroom of the golf course clubhouse. He would have to pass the clubhouse to come back there. An older guy comes to let his dog run, but he goes to those sane areas where I spotted pot plants. He comes by my window and tries to start a conversation with me. I ignore him, because the handlers keep trying to force me to be with a man (or woman). And I am fine on my own. I want my house back that I own all by myself and that is a threat to this horrible cult. Thean starts cussing because I wouldn’t engage him. Ladies, just remember that your instincts are valuable and to listen to them!

Finally, today, an orange Mitsubishi vehicle, with license plate BUP 928 followed me into an area that has been roped off, but interestingly, it has a bunch of pot plants, too.

They didn’t park in the parking area, but off the main area to drive exactly where I went for a hike.

So, because I was naming the license plates, they started sending the creeps back to the park in golf carts the last few days. Harder to identify them with being anonymous in golf carts.

So today there was a fat man with black and grey clothes in a golf cart to come to the restroom.

Then a fat woman with purple shirt and grey or brown shorts comes back to use the restroom.

Nobody ever uses the restroom back there. They usually use the clubhouse restroom.

And then, the icing on the cake is grandma and grandpa bringing a child back there to play on the swings.

Again, nobody comes back there.

In 2021, absolutely no one came to use the potty or playground. Nobody!

Clearly they were stalkers making up their standard lies of me being a child predator and a creep that bothers people in the bathroom.

And I had visions of trump connected with them. I believe he gets his money from drug operations, allegedly (I have to say that).

If you figure that trump filed bankruptcy three times and Deutsche bank bailed him out, you have to think he is terrible managing business and money.

You know, I said before that a single stick can easily be broken, but a bunch of twigs together is difficult to break. We Good Hears need to fight this with everything we can. Everyone needs to go on hikes in the forests and pull up these pot plants by the roots. Just make sure you know what pot plants look like.

We have a problem.

And you all in other states with forests, this applies to you, too.

The drug lords have been trying to get pot legalized in Indiana. I believe they’re paying the media to continually air segments of some fathead (my Dad’s term) in the legislative branch to get it legalized.

First, they tried the “everybody is doing it” routine. The media was saying all the states around us have legalized it, so Indiana should, too.

And yet, we tell our kids if someone jumped off a bridge, would you do that, too?

Just recently, the media is saying Indiana is missing out on millions of dollars in revenue from pot.

And how much is Indiana saving in the problems that druggies cause, like stealing to get their pot, even if it’s legal? Or vehicle accidents? Or gangs that sell drugs, whether legal or not?

How many young ones who aren’t using pot now will start using if it is made legal?

The drug lords like to say it’s”medical” pot to help with pain or anxiety, etc.

But they or the media never talk about alternative measures.

Coffee enemas have been used for pain since World War II. Nurses gave them to soldiers when there wasn’t enough pain meds to go around.

I haven’t blogged on them recently, so here’s what you do: 1 TBSP of organic coffee to 1 quart of distilled water, bring to boil. Boil one minute, then simmer for four. Let cool to just above body temperature.

Using an enema kit (you can find them on ebay), fill the stainless steel bucket, and lie on your right side. Gently insert tip of tubing in rectum. Relax, remain lying down, up to twenty minutes, then relieve yourself on the toilet.

This will not only relieve pain, but detox your liver, as well. You will be amazed at what comes out of you.

It is recommended that you do juicing of carrots and beets to help along with mineral water and B vitamins to aid the liver detox.

The liver does regulate hormones, so be conscience of that. I was very toxic and did them on a daily basis, but others say they do them once a week or once a month. Since women detox with their periods, that’s a good time to do the enemas. And for menopausal women, I think once a month is also beneficial.

A natural remedy for anxiety is vanilla extract. A little bit in the evening can help you sleep.

I’m not a doctor, so do your own research and make your own decisions.

So my fellow Hoosiers, with Indiana’s lush forests, it makes it easy for the druggies to plant and harvest pot.

During World War II, Indiana forests were used for growing hemp for rope. Hemp is from pot plants with the THC removed.

Indiana spent millions trying to eradicate the plants after the war, and as late as twenty years ago, we were still trying to get rid of them.

So when I took a walk out to the woods, I found pot plants.

My first thought was they were hemp.

But on further observation of some questionable characters going into the woods towards those plants…well, it was obvious those plants were pot, and the druggies were growing them there.

One of those was a character from California.

Yep.

They trashed their state, so now they want to do the same to Indiana.

I have two words: Get Lost!!

I am begging you all to take hikes in the woods and if you come up on pot plants, to rip them out by their roots!!

We can’t wait for the DNR folks and state police to do it, because it’s too big a job.

If you care about our wonderful state, and about the youth, then do your part to get rid of this menace.

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.

I’ve come to realize that my creepy sister’s creepy husband is still trying to get with me.

He and the Zionist Handlers are creating a lie through fake videos.

If you recall, I tried to get an order of protection against him in the Cass county court, but the judge would not because I couldn’t prove he had tried to get into my room at my sister’s house.

The hearing was in February. The judge did tell him and her to put my desk, my father’s desk, and my mother’s piano out in the shed so when I was able to pick up my camper, I could load up the rest.

So a month later, I rented a truck, drove up there and they had not done as they had promised the judge. My things were still in that house of horrors.

This little game they are playing by holding on to my things means they “own” me. Or that I am coming back there. I also suspect they are getting paid to have me there. Greedy as hell.

Let’s do a recap, shall we?

1. I never ever would have been in that house if my property had not been stolen from me.
2. They would not have my entire household of furniture if my house had not been stolen from me.
3. I left there three times because of her creepy husband and would not have gone back if I didn’t get sick with covid.
4. As a protection against creepy from trying to get in my room again, I slept with a 9-inch kitchen knife, a ball bat, a table leg that was like a club, and pepper spray next to my bedding ( no bed because they destroyed it, along with a rocker recliner, and my mother’s lamp) . the creep also tried to steal a side table i bought at a garage sale, but I did manage to get it back and put it in my camper, along with wrought iron garden gates they also tried to steal. Creeps do not know boundaries and can never get enough of my stuff. It’s not enough for them to claim me on taxes and get $7,000 off their income, getting a refund, or a whole house of furniture or that I bought my sister a car to help her get on her feet!
5. And when I did get a job, despite creep’s efforts to keep me from getting a job, my sister refused to take me to work. I packed what I could on my bike, determined to get out of that house and to the new job. It was 95 degrees that day and I had walked my bike because I could not ride it. Too heavy with work clothes and my quilt. I had walked four hours and not gone five miles with blisters on my feet. A good Samaritan picked me up and took me to the town I needed to go.
6. ( remember previously, that there were dead hawks along the roadside as I went to a job interview in a town 20 moles away. All fresh kills. Hawks are wise about cars, so it is rare to see them get killed. And all of them were at the side of the road, not in the middle of it. Don’t forget my sister knocked on my door, holding a hawk feather in her hands. Never did that before. And when I got another job in Miami county, there was yet another dead hawk last October on the road I take back home.

So, despite all of this evidence of walking away from that house of horrors and them withholding my desk and other stuff, this psychopath is still trying to claim me.

Creepy and his Handlers are now trying to make fake videos.

I have been going to a beloved park that I went to frequently as a child. It’s beautiful and serene. And away from the stalkers, but a few still come up there, drive back where I am, which is really out of the way.

The last few days, I was picking up on creepy’s energy. It was really strong Sunday.

And then it hit me– last Wednesday, iirc, I saw a cream colored Cadillac, which is my sister’s car , start to come down the lane to the park, but turned around abruptly . And I have been seeing a LOT of cream colored Cadillacs and cars like her creepy husband around me. So it doesn’t have to be my sister’s or creepy’s but just look like it so the liars can make it appear that they are around me.

It was too far away for me to see if it was my sister’s or who was driving it.

Creepy was stalking me and coming to the park. That’s why I could pick up on his energy.

But their new game is to use camera footage of me being there and splice it with when creepy would be there to make it look like we were there at the same time!!

Such evil!!

I want my house back.!! I want my house back!! I want my house back!! I want my house back!!

It was stolen from me and I want it back!!!

I would not be on the street being subjected to constant harassment by gangstalkers.

I would not have to use public restrooms but for occasionally when out doing errands.

I would not be sleep deprived due to constant noise, people tapping on my window, etc. Sleep deprivation is a torture technique.

I wouldn’t have to beg for a shower.

I wouldn’t have food spoilage due to no refrigerator and I could cook in my kitchen.

I would be warm, and safe and dry, as I have a right to be in my own home!!!

Again, I am amazed and thankful for God’s Helpers guiding me towards things.

In my search of Cass County’s involvement in the underground railroad, I have discovered that the area where my house is located is linked.

Just amazing!

I loved that house from the first day I was shown it by the real estate agent, and I am sure my ancestors guided me there.

The house I think was part of the underground r.r. was diagonal to mine.

It was torn down, however, when they…wait for it…put in the roundabout that McNarny and his wife were pushing for…

It’s not confirmed, but there was a newspaper article saying that the area had an underground r.r. station.

The house torn down was old enough to qualify.

I suspect that a certain area in town was the “neighborhood” that was written about in the book about the underground by Professor Siebert.

One home, now a funeral parlor had discovered a secret room when putting in a parking lot.

There were many homes in that section of town that were owned by wealthy homeowners, and they have been torn down or neglected to the point of demise.

I think those homes were destroyed on purpose.

Because they had a positive energy to them.

And if you’re wondering what I mean, the Native folk taught me at Standing Rock that you transfer your energy to things you touch.

I was trying to make myself useful and helping prepare meals for the camp.

I was asked to not touch the food anymore because of my negative energy was transferred to the food!

I didn’t understand and got my feelings hurt because I had not been taught about energy transfers and that one has to continually cleanse oneself of this negative energy.

I was being attacked by beings with negative energy and carrying that around!

Bless the elders at Standing Rock for teaching me that.

So, I think the homes of the underground railroad being destroyed was because they carried positive energy left there by the people inhabiting them.

And the evil ones want to destroy all positive energy!

As a side note, I went to our local”Y” to get a shower Monday (I went today and was told they didn’t allow showers because of…covid)

Anyway, every time that I went there, a black man with a guitar who looked homeless always showed up.

I didn’t think anything of it.

He showed up again Monday and i gave him a can of sardines and peaches that I had. He barely looked up from his phone and it made me feel odd.

Then I got a vision of him talking with…George Schwartz Soros.

Unreal.

My little hometown is a center of intrigue.

The next bit of mind-blowing news is a written note on the back of a photo of a hanged white man…

“Amer Green, resident of Young America, Cass County, hanged by a mob who took him from the Carroll County jail at Delphi for the supposed murder of Louella Mabbitt some months earlier.

The hanging occurred near Cutler, Carroll County, October 1887.

Amer Green and his brother Bill fled to Texas after Miss Mabbitt disappeared. Deputy sheriff J.B. Stanley brought them back.

The Historian said she found the photo of the hanging the same day they had announced someone was arrested for the Delphi murders of Libby German and Abigail Williams.

That sent chills down my spine.

What if Amir Green didn’t kill the Mabbitt girl and instead she was part of a ritual sacrifice like Libby and Abby?

What if this is a horrible repeat?

The south still thinks slavery was okay and they are still waging a quiet cowardly war.

Link here.

My instincts are spot on about them.

1. Southerners began flooding into Indiana after 9/ 11 /01 bringing their Confederate flag with them. I have never seen so many Confederate flags in Indiana.
2. They refuse to recognize that owning another human being is wrong. You might recall my writing about my sister’s husband acting like he owned me because I stayed at the house. My sister said he expects something in return if he gives you anything. But they got $7,000 off their taxes when I was there, and they have my entire household of furniture they took when I was forced out of my house. Plus, I had bought my sister a car after she found a job, when she was on food stamps and living in public housing. I was also working a part time job, so I paid for my needs. But this warped evil man thought he had a right to own me and interfered with jobs and going outside for fresh air and exercise (walks). I had to escape on my bike in 90 degree weather!
3. Tennessee is proof they are still warped and refuse to recognize they lost.

Here’s the video of the Hillary Clinton head bob. Watch closely as the “reporter” aims her phone and pushes it to Clinton’s face

Just wanted to remind everyone that this is hell week.

April 19, 1993 – Waco Branch Davidian compound firefight.

April 19, 1995 – Oklahoma City bombing.

April 20, 1999- Columbine high school.

There’s more, but that’s what comes to mind right now.

Secret society ritual day of sacrifice. You cannot believe how many here are dressed in orange and black, to show who they worship.

Unbelievable.