Just because some snooty botanist calls something a weed does not mean the Creator made a mistake.

On the contrary, the things labeled as weeds have medicine in them just as favored plants do.  We were given everything we need to heal our bodies, minds, and souls.

Purslane is a good detoxer, plus it has effects to lubricate your insides.

Dandelions have Vitamin A and C and cancer fighting properties, as they are now being used in cancer treatments.  Too bad they are still using toxins like chemo and radiation.

Poke berries.  Every single website, save one, proclaimed these as toxic and not to eat them.  They are ripening now and I grabbed some for making wine.  I did this last year, drank it, and…lived to tell about it!!  So there.  Further proof that people who call themselves experts are clueless.  Big Pharma doesn’t like it when you use God’s creation to heal yourself…

**edited to add:  I found a great testimonial on a pokeberry website and a video on poke sallet (no, not salad, but sallet, a dish)–

• Joyce August 10, 2015, 11:57 pm

  Hi James Crawford Pitts,
  From long personal experience of ingesting poke & being told that pokeberries were poison, I can answer your question. What we preferred to pick was shoots (which I describe as short stalks displaying some leaves, but not necessarily unfurled or open)is very similar to asparagus spears, as being the most tasty. Parboil and eat the young stems or stalks with leaves. We never used more than 1 short early boil to wilting point followed with draining & rinsing, and then proceeded to cook it in manner of choice. Young leaves unfurled and even as I learned from my son, who is now 55 years old, picking new tender leaves from older plants also is safe to eat, as long as you follow the parboil, drain & rinse, then cook. My family always enjoyed these 1st spring greens to appear. I can remember my mother making poke stalk patties, but never fixed them this way myself, but ate my share of them. I don’t recall parboiling them first, but any fritter or patty recipe & frying should work.
  Recall one year when we had an abundance of poke sallet growing in a freshly bulldozed acreage, and did we have a ball with harvesting that. We ate poke shoots and stalks, older ones with more leaves, but still shied away from red stems or stalks. Froze about 50 quarts of poke sallet that year & enjoyed poke all winter long. With such an abundance of white poke stalks, hit on the idea of making poke stalk pickles (used a dill pickle recipe from the Ball canning book), no parboiling and my young children ate them like candy. Fifty or more pints did not last through the winter.
  One of our favorite recipes for poke when leaves were more prominent with less stalk was to let parboil stage run a few minutes longer, drain and rinse. Put bacon grease in cast iron skillet and put parboiled poke in, then beat eggs as to scramble while poke is heating up and pour over the poke in the skillet, stirring frequently while beaten eggs cook. Some of that crumbled bacon does enhance the flavor somewhat.
  Now lets talk about those poison poke berries. A bout of what was probably a bad bout of gouty arthritis that had me moving like molasses in January – very slowly – as even my ribs hurt when I breathed. On the advice of a very near and dear woman, I started taking poke berries that fall – after a discussion re their being poison and her telling me that they never hurt her aunt who had taken them for arthritis pain as long as she could remember, and was then in her middle to late 80’s. I reminded this dear lady that if her poke berries killed me, she had to finish raising my children for me. When she didn’t back down after that bit of information, I watched my pokeweed closely and started taking them as soon as they ripened. However she didn’t know how many poke berries she took at a time or how often, so I had to work out that for myself. For the more daring ones who trust God’s medicine more than man’s, my advice is to start by taking 4 or 5 pokeberries at a time, 4 times per day and add a berry or 2 each day until you notice some improvement. The most likely side effect that might occur is some loose bowel movements. If this occurs, decrease the berries until it stops and hold the number of berries at that level 4 times per day.
  When I first started taking pokeberries, my advisor told me that her aunt dehydrated the berries that ripened faster than she needed to take them, so again I followed her aunt’s wisdom. Since then I have gone on line to learn how to make a tincture or extract of herbs, which the poke berries are. Simple to do, a little time involved and also a little messy when straining the pulp and seeds our of your tincture or extract. My youngest child probably was less than 2 years old when I first started taking poke berries and I am still here to tell you and all others interested in good health about it, so get off your duff and get out there and pick those pokeberries.
  Found a brother of mine suddenly limping badly with a walker and asked him what was going on. He replied that he had the gout in his foot and the doctor told him he nothing more to offer, so he would just have to live with it. After a long discussion, I told him that I had a healthy crop of pokeberries still ripe and I would bring him some if he would use them. Had more trouble talking him into eating asparagus (since this doctor had told him that it was bad for the gout), until I told him that the asparagus was bad for the gout, but it was good for him. He made a trip to the grocery for the asparagus, and the next morning I carried him a bag full of pokeberries and instructions of how to use them. Three days later he was walking fine without the walker and was one happy pain free camper.
  As for that poisonous root, had a relative ask me for any natural remedy for scabies (itch), so I asked if she knew what poke sallet was and got a positive answer. Told her to dig some poke root. cover it with water and boil for 5 to 15 minutes. Throw root out and let water cool before applying it all over the body, leaving it on for a short period and shower off. Later asked her if it worked since I had only read about it myself. Her reply was that it worked just as she had hoped, but it sure did feel like she was on fire when she applied it to her skin – reports of any problem except for the initial discomfort of being on fire.
  Have also read of at least one person who makes a poke root tincture or extract, but don’t recall what she used it for. My guess would be that if poke root water kills off scabies, it should also kill off head or body lice and probably internal parasites also. But if I were using the root extract, it would be in 1 or 2 drops in a glass of water 4 times a day and building up to point of noticing a difference, whether it was improvement or undesired side effect. If the difference was an improvement, you might increase by another drop or if an undesired side effect, decrease a drop or 2 until it stops.

   

I loooove these testimonials that fly in the face of the so-called experts who just repeat what they are told instead of doing their own investigations!  It is especially intriguing that this plant is thought to fight against parasites and HIV, which we know was lab created, along with Lyme.

I tried to make poke wine again, but it wasn’t cooperating, so I made it into an 1700 drink called shrub — video below.  I really like the idea of using this instead of pop drinks.  Very healthy with raw honey and raw apple cider vinegar PLUS the fresh berries.  I had some possum berries that I made my first shrub with, and mixed it with mineral water — wow, it was delicious!

I’ve drank pokeberry juice and eaten raw pokeberries the past two days.  So there.

Here’s the video on poke sallet.  I had to try this and it is DELICIOUS.  The leaves become crispy with the yummy bacon grease.  Definitely comfort food!

First of all, I like that this guy looks like he’s ex-military and…he enjoys cooking…and he’s down-home folk who keep traditions alive.  I love that.  He mentions his nana had a recipe, but unfortunately, nobody got the recipe from her before she passed.  That has got to be the saddest part of what has happened to us — women, especially older women, are not valued for their wisdom and making simple things like dinner warm and comforting.  They really did a number on us with the feminist movement degrading all things that nurtured and comforted, and therefore healed us.

Speaking of nana’s…I never had the wonderful benefit of a nana.  One nana died before I was ever born, and the other nana was waaay out in California, so I never got to know her or listen to her wise words.

So….I found this wonderful lady on youtube looking for ideas on cooking on a budget.  Instead, with her warmth, she helps me find comfort in today’s world.  Perhaps she will comfort some of you, too:

I’ve posted this before, but after what I witnessed in California, Nevada, and Arizona, the disappearing water is alarming.  I would cross bridge after bridge with a sign for a river, and look down….there is no water!!  Or, like the Belle Fourche river, it is now a glorified stream that barely resembles the once magnificent flow of water.  You can see the former banks of the river from years past.  I drove across Nevada on Route 50, and there was not a drop of water to be found in any of the public parks along the way.  NONE.  This was many hours in 95 -100 degree heat.

I wonder WHERE the cities are getting their water??  If the river is dried up, where are they sourcing the water from??

Just try going without water for a day.

Reposting the video below on how the homeless were treated during Hurricane Harvey.  This man who wanted to know why they were being separated haunts me to this day.  I am left to wonder what happened to him…

And this post also comes with some personal experience, too.  The story below the video.

So I was at the Biker Rally in Sturgis a few weeks ago, and afterwards, went to California to take my Dad’s ashes to the Sequoias.  If you recall, he passed four years ago.  One of the last conversations I had with him, he asked me if I wanted to go see the Big Forest.  He was loopy from the pain meds, so I played along and said “Yeah!!”  He then said we could go tomorrow.  It made me cry because there was no way we were going.

So after rally was over, I drove to the Sequoia National Forest to lay him to rest in the beautiful mountains.  It was a joyful happy moment to be able to do that for him.

But it was a moment surrounded with negative darkness.

On my way there, I was gangstalked.  I was also gangstalked at the rally by a group of the nazis getting jobs at the rally.  I kid you not.  This is how serious these self-righteous, smug hypocrites are.

The worst day was driving through Utah.

This picture of Flaming Gorge Dam was taken from this website.

This picture cannot compare with actually being there and seeing such breathtaking beauty.  In fact, you’re lucky if you can get close enough to actually see it because they won’t allow folks to walk the crosswalk across the bridge to see up close the stunning beauty of the mountain.

The story–

I see this gorgeous stone as I drive across the bridge over the dam.  I thought that I could not pass this by — that I had to stop and view the formation up close.  So I start to walk back towards the dam, when I see that it has been blocked off.  An employee was on break nearby and I asked her about it.  She said since 9/11, they have not allowed people to walk over the bridge unless they signed up and allowed security to go through their belongings.  I kid you not.

I was stunned, to say the least.  Are you kidding me??  I can’t walk across a bridge to see the Creator’s great designs?

I wasn’t about to let them go rifling through my purse.  And it’s not actually a purse, but one of those slim thingy’s that is meant just for money and credit cards.  There is no way that I could be carrying a bomb in it.  The whole thing is just so ludicrous anyway.

So I walked away.  Boy oh boy, that set off alarms to the chicken little security guard who thought that it meant I must be guilty of *something* to refuse to be searched.  The chicken little security guard then calls Dept of Hysterical Security.  Yep.

As I am leaving, not one, not two, not three, but SIX trucks with one parking light knocked out come racing up the mountain.  There is no way anyone can convince me it is coincidence that all of those trucks just happened to have their lights knocked out and they all just decided to come visit the dam all within 30 minutes.  One arrived before I even got out of the parking lot.  The others soon followed.  It was unnerving.

But way, there’s more!  And it ties into the treatment of the homeless.

So the gas prices here were at $3.79 to 4.00!  It took all that I had to get Dad to the mountain, and I had to wait until they paid the balance of my pay from rally to get going again.  In the meantime, I was stuck.

So I went out into the country near an Indian reservation, but not on their land.  I parked in an area on the mountain that was off the road.  Unfortunately, it was without water or facilities.  And it was 95 degrees for a solid week.  Very hot and uncomfortable.  So I thought I might try to sell my beloved beehive that I had just purchased a few months ago.  I had wanted one because I loved honey and I wanted to help the bees.

Anyway, I didn’t get any takers.

I moved to another spot that had some shade and water nearby, if I needed it.  Again, it was not on the reservation land.

So the first location, the Indian police came by and inquired about me.  I explained about the gas situation and that I was hoping to sell the beehive.  We had a friendly conversation.  No issues.

The second location, they wait until it is getting dark and then pay me another visit.

This is where it gets scary.  And reveals how the homeless are treated.

Keep in mind that I am not bothering ANYBODY.  I keep to myself, not venturing too far from my truck.  I don’t talk to anyone.  I don’t approach anyone for money.  I just need to hang out for a few days until my pay is processed.

The officer asks again what I am doing, where I am going, blah, blah, blah.  I answer him, and as we are talking, I notice he has one hand behind his back.

I’m no threat to this man, so it is inconceivable that he has his gun ready to fire at me.

But as we finish the conversation, he turns away and his gun is out of the holster— his finger on the trigger.

He does not move to put his gun back into the holster as he turns, so I am left wondering if this was not an implied threat?

WTH??

This is just so unreal that I am still trying to process it.

This police officer pulled a gun on an unarmed citizen who was not threatening, not abusive, not bothering anyone.

I wonder what the hell the Watchers told him?

If they didn’t tell him anything, he should turn in his badge because he is trigger happy and clearly not able to judge whether a person is a threat.

If they did tell him something, he needs to go back and read the 6th Amendment to the Constitution:

The Sixth Amendment guarantees the rights of criminal defendants, including the right to a public trial without unnecessary delay, the right to a lawyer,  the right to an impartial jury, and the right to know who your accusers are and the nature of the charges and evidence against you.  It has been most visibly tested in a series of cases involving terrorism, but much more often figures in cases that involve (for example) jury selection or the protection of witnesses, including victims of sex crimes as well as witnesses in need of protection from retaliation.

This police officer acted from gossip he obtained from others instead of judging me based on his own observations.  From our previous conversation, he did not perceive of me as a threat.

Just like the nazis described above, he was just following orders based on falsehoods about me and pulled his gun out of the holster, ready to shoot me.  No trial.  No ability to face my accusers and refute their bullshit.  Boom.  You’re dead.

In the midst of the evil surrounding me, I take every opportunity to see the good, too.

Today I saw the sweetest sight and wanted to post something positive for a change…

I’m driving along the rolling plains and see a cowboy (yes, an actual cowboy, sans horse, but a real one, nevertheless), and I smile at a joke I made with another lady saying “I saw him first (after seeing broad-shouldered cowboys in a restaurant) …” haha.

Anyhoo, I keep going along, and there is grandpa cowboy with a baby riding on his hip…obviously his grandchild.  Brought tears to my eyes.  🙂  So sweet a picture…and this little one content as could be with grandpa (and grandma probably at home cooking the noontime meal).

…and then I think of the Indians who felt the same way with their families.  I just wish that we all could have shared this land instead of  fighting over it.  And I wish those that came would have followed the Indians’ lead in taking care of her, as they had for 10,000 years.

He has a good post up here on not only the medical profession, but all of America and the World. Those physicians who truly want to heal people are in direct conflict with the billion dollar pharmaceutical industry, whose own executives have been quoted to state that they wanted EVERYONE to be on a drug.

I believe strongly that the Creator gave us everything we need to be healthy.  The body is a walking miracle that can heal itself given the proper plant (medicine), diet (food designed by the Creator, not bio-engineered), clean water, clean air, fasting, and coffee enemas when we are toxic.

I have prayed for help for those folks who believe they are doing good works, but in reality helping satan, to get the information they need so they can ask the right questions so that they see what they are really doing is a bad thing, and to turn it around, re-connect with God, the Creator, and stop doing whatever they are doing that is helping satan.

This isn’t satan’s first rodeo, and he is much more clever than we have been taught.  We have been impaired physically (toxins), spiritually (infiltrating every good aspect of culture so that we lose hope), and emotionally (no nurturing) so that satan can prevent our connecting with the spiritual and with the Creator and with each other’s goodness and so messed up with toxins that we lose physical stamina and strength and the ability to connect with God.

My own experience with being toxic from mercury poisoning proved to me that if our bodies are very toxic, it directly interferes with our ability to feel God’s presence.  I didn’t feel God’s presence, so I lost my belief in God, the Creator, at that point in my life.  And as I have detoxed, I have felt God, the Creator’s, presence grow more strongly as the toxins leave my body.  And as my spirituality has grown stronger, I have been more fiercely attacked by those helping satan.   This cannot be a coincidence.  It did come as a surprise, however, because I mistakenly believed that as I grew more spiritually stronger, that it would keep the evil away.  However, that has not been the case and I was unprepared for that.

I was taught that bad things happened because God, the Creator was punishing us…but that is not the case at all.  I just want to emphasize that for those who are also experiencing it and are confused, too.  It’s taken me a long time to understand that it was satan behind the bad stuff happening, and that I have to stay connected to God the Creator through all of this.  This is not to say that I don’t have my down days where I wonder where God is…I think that it a normal emotion during these rough times.  Keep the faith, my friends.

So the harassment is continuing when I go to pray at the Tower (Sacred Tree of Life).

It’s getting worse where they are not content to follow me in my vehicle, but are now following me around the Tower as I try to pray.

Two women in particular followed me for the entire way, a two hour hike, if you go slow like me.  They stopped every time I stopped.  I mean EXACTLY where  I stopped.  Finally, after the third or fourth time it happened, I turned around and gave them a dirty look, staring at them.

The worst part of this is that they knew I was driving my boss’s vehicle.  I had only asked to borrow her vehicle the day before.  Someone I worked with had to have given them notice in order for them to know I was driving the vehicle, and organize the gangstalking.

Please pray for me.  Please pray for the Tree of Life to be restored.

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For all the people of the Earth, the Creator has planted a Sacred Tree under which they may gather, and there find healing, power, wisdom and security. The roots of this tree spread deep into the body of Mother Earth. Its branches reach upward like hands praying to Father Sky. The fruits of this tree are the good things the Creator has given to the people teachings that show the path to love, compassion, generosity, patience, wisdom, justice, courage, respect, humility and many other wonderful gifts.

The ancient ones taught us that the life of the Tree is the life of the people. If the people wander far away from the protective shadow of the Tree, if they forget to seek the nourishment of its fruit, or if they should turn against the Tree and attempt to destroy it, great sorrow will fall upon the people. Many will become sick at heart. The people will lose their power. They will cease to dream dreams and see visions. They will become unable to tell the truth and to deal with each other honestly. They will forget how to survive in their own land. Their lives will become filled with anger and gloom. Little by little they will poison themselves and all they touch.

It was foretold that these things would come to pass, but that the tree would never die. And as long as the Tree lives, the people live. It was also foretold that the day would come when the people would awaken, as if from a long, drugged sleep; that they would begin, timidly at first but then with great urgency, to search again for the Sacred Tree.
The knowledge of its whereabouts, and of the fruits that adorn its branches have always been carefully guarded and preserved within the minds and hearts of our wise elders and leaders. These humble, loving, and dedicated souls will guide anyone who is honestly and sincerely along the path leading to the protective shadow of the Sacred Tree. (from The Sacred Tree: Reflections of Native American Spirituality.)

If you read the book of Daniel, chapter 4, it speaks of a giant tree whose roots reached to the center of the earth.  This tree was cut off, supposedly by  a messenger from heaven.

Daniel tried to claim that the tree was King Nebuchadnezzar and the tree cut off meant his kingdom was coming to an end.

I have a lot of issues with this passage.  It describes cutting off the trees branches.  Now where have we seen that recently?  The supposed tree goddess who mated with baphomet is represented in cemeteries as a stone tree with its branches and its top cut off.

I had issues with that story from the start, because the satanists supposedly worship her along with baphomet.  satan hates the sacred feminine.  It didn’t make sense that they would worship a feminine deity.  But after reading Daniel 4, and how they cut off the tree’s branches, as is seen with statues of the tree goddess, it came to me that perhaps King Nebuchadnezzar was actually satan on earth before he became arrogant and thought he was God, the Creator. He was, after all, king over Babylon.

After all the lies told to us, I have to rethink everything, so this makes sense if you look between the lines.

Perhaps that sacred tree is right here and is the difference between losing Earth to the evil ones who want to destroy her, and those of us fighting against the evil…

Perhaps she is dying and needs prayers for God/Creator to return her to the way she was before evil came?

Perhaps if she is returned to her original state, God/Creator will wipe evil off of earth?

Here’s an idea:  why not give them their land back?  They were being persecuted for praying to the Creator in their own way.  They laid down their weapons as they were told.

And then they were shot.

Babies were shot.

Children were shot.

Women were shot.

Elderly were shot.

Unarmed warriors were shot.

This site is not for gawking by tourists.  It is a site of a massacre!  There are still members of their families scattered throughout the grounds there…dying where they were shot.

The very least one could do to right a terrible tragedy is donate the land back to them.

Oklahoma and Arkansas have had Ten Commandment monuments put up, with the star of David on it.  Plus the all-seeing eye of the illuminati/eye of horus (satan).  Notice that the man charged with destroying the Arkansas monument was never charged.

In Oklahoma, there was a link to another article that had a statue of baphomet with little children looking up in admiration.  It said that satanists were going to hand out coloring books to kids at schools and invite them to learn more about satanism. (!!)

You know, given the anti-education kids are receiving at school nowadays, and now this, along with these satanist creeps molesting kids and involved in human trafficking, I as a parent would keep my kids at home.   God help us.

…means you are not honorable.

…means you use weapons on women, children, animals, the elderly, and others who don’t have the resources to defend themselves.  You use weapons that one cannot see.  You use technology to invade their homes, their bank accounts, their means of communication, whether it be by telephone or electronic.

….means you use others in their community to harass them continually to force them to your will.

Let me give you a brief glimpse of how they have been messing with me, a truth teller.  All I can say is that it means that I have struck a chord and what I am saying is true, otherwise they would not be harassing me continually.

1.  I will not be getting my legal tax return refund this year.  I sent it to the appropriate address in March.  A month later, I get a letter, unsigned by any agent mind you, that says I have to call their 800 number because “they don’t know if this is you”  filing the tax return.  Mind you, they never questioned who I was when I filed a tax return in South Dakota.  I got my return with no problem.  So I call the 800 number and….wait for it…I get a recorded message (no human) that tells me I have to go to the web site.  I go to the website and ….wait for it…it says I have to call the 800 number to identify myself.  Yep.

Not only this harassment, but when I moved back to Indiana, the Housing Authority here demanded that I show them my tax return.  I know this is really stupid, but I was in a hurry to send my return in last year, so I didn’t make a copy.  Stupid, I know.

so….I went to ask for a copy of my return and the IRS was demanding $50 (!!) to send a copy of the tax return to the Housing Authority.  Housing claimed that they never received a copy, after waiting for six weeks.  I mailed another letter to the IRS, and never got a reply.

and no other Housing Authority has EVER demanded a tax return — not Fort Wayne (a superb agency), and not the two housing authorities I had dealings with in South Dakota.  One even said she had never heard of housing authorities asking for tax returns.  Good Lord, they get enough documentation on your wages (from the employer), documentation from food stamps, documentation from your landlord, and on and on.

By the time the Housing Authority here approved me, six months later, it was minus 14 degrees in the middle of January.  By that time I was so disgusted with their unreasonable, and probably illegal, demands, I never bothered to answer them.

And, as a side note, they were demanding that I not house any homeless folks.  Now I can see if you tried to move someone in and not report it, because you have two incomes and low rent.  But when I was in Fort Wayne, they were compassionate enough that if someone YOU KNEW was in trouble and needed a place to stay, they could stay with you on a temporary, two week basis.  I thought that was fair.  I never had anyone in trouble at that time, but it was nice to know if one of my kids were in trouble and needed a place to stay, they were welcome.  Knowing how bad things are when you’re poor and everyone hates you, I would have a hard time turning down the homeless.

So the goal for the nazis is making people homeless through no fault of their own. Check.

2.  The one headlight = one eye harassment.  Every time I go out now, there is the one headlight harassment. TWICE today, on a bright sunny, beautiful day, two people with their parking lights on, one light knocked out, were harassing me.  One chick in a SUV started speeding up like she was going to ram me!  I started slowing down so she would.  In the state of Indiana, if you hit someone from behind, the state automatically blames you for following too closely.

Same thing happened later in the day, same deal with the one parking light on and the other knocked out.  Another woman driver who again started to speed up to intimidate me.  Again, I slowed down.  Go ahead, make my day.   I will slam on my brakes.

I am the porcupine versus the python.  I will take you down with me!

3. Tampering with my phone.  So I finally got my own phone after starting working.  I assumed that since the grocery store was selling them, that they had local service.  Nope.  I had to get service from out of the area.  Which meant i had to pay additional fees for roaming.  Okay, so more expensive, but I had a phone, right?  Yeah, not so fast.  I found out from someone that I purchased something from that they were unable to contact me.  They said my phone was blocked and they could not ring me up.  They said they looked the number up online, and it said the number was a scammer!  Not only that, but they called the phone company to ask if it was a legitimate number, and the operator said there was no such number!!  You cannot make this stuff up!

4.  Emails not reaching me.  Enough said.

5.  The horse story. I know they were somehow blocking that by Hillary Clinton being elated by thanking satan for me not getting the horse.

6.  My every move is watched. The men in black have visited at least three places I have been to.  They’ve even been to my place of work.   It’s gotten so I have to make jokes about it so I won’t freak out.  I call the drone that follows me “droney”.  I have seen it shoot across the sky as I would leave for work.  I would hope that it is not all bad — that there are those who still are good and are fighting this evil and they are looking out for me.  And I could be full of it, too, hoping that there is still good in the world.

7.  Using directed energy on me and my sister’s little dog.  I know this will be hard for people to grasp because you cannot see the weapon, which makes it all the more cowardly.  You cannot see it coming at you so that you can defend yourself.

Three times I have been assaulted by this weapon.  Each time they were “zapping” me, my heart was beating so fast it was if I were running the marathon.  I was sitting or laying down each time this happened.  The last one I nearly passed out.  The room began to darken.  It took me a few days to recover –weak legs and off balance.

But then they did it to the dog.  I was in another part of the house, when I hear doggie screaming like she had been hit by a car. I went into the room, and she was lying on the floor as if she had been hit by a car.  My sister stood there, stunned.  Finally, doggie stopped but she just lay there.  And when she did eventually get up, she was wobbily like she had a seizure.  She hasn’t been the same since.  Cowards.

Her main weapon is her bark.  Which is why I think they attacked her.  If they were to try to mess with us, she would forewarn us.  (My sis thinks she is just getting old and it was a biological seizure.  I had a dog that was epileptic and he NEVER screamed like that.  Ever.  Not in four years that I had him.  It was a seizure, but it was NOT a biological process.  It was directed energy.  Fuckers. Excuse the language, but I’m pissed.)

And if you still have doubts about directed energy weapons being used on American citizens, this will remind you:

**edited to add:  I watched another video of Wendy Williams and she does not look well.  And she has exhibited the same behavior that I have when directed energy is used — getting overheated like a hot flash, pulling up your skirt to cool off.  They try to say it is menopausal, but there is no way in hell that hot flashes go on for three years that I have experienced.

**edited to add:  7.10.18 — Now that I have moved around a bit it is even more clear to me that I have been hit with directed energy.  When I first left Indiana, it was like normal again.  I slept normally, my body was behaving normally, I felt like I did before this horrible nightmare started.  But after being in the same spot for a week, I began noticing the hot flashes were back, sleeplessness, etc.  And it happened three more times as I moved around.  I felt good — for the first few days I was in a location, and then it would start all over again.  This last location, in a 1950s built motel, after I had been there a week, I woke up one morning with a severe headache and both of my cheeks were swollen.  My head felt hot, like someone used a blow torch on it.

This is as bad as I have seen to date.  It was clear that they had used directed energy while I slept.      What utter scumbag cowards!!

I imagine that the reason I feel good at first is because it takes them a few days to zero in on my physical location.  But those first few days are WONDERFUL!  I feel like my old self.**

And if you didn’t believe that this is the BIG one — a spiritual war going on, I hope that my story will help you to realize that it is real.  And that you need to open your eyes.

End times prophesied everything that is happening now.  What you had been taught to believe will be exposed for a lie.  The evil ones have turned bad into good, war into peace, taken on the parenting role, interfering with nurturing to control people (because we all need to be nurtured— if they can prevent parents from giving the nurturing a child needs, the child will be open to manipulation by the nanny state, which will give faux “we care” nurturing to take on the “parent” role.)  Feminism (I used to be one) was a false movement that stripped women of their roles of caretaking and nurturing while stripping men of their warrior roles.  Mind you, warrior does not mean go kill anyone for any reason– the Indians hated wars.  The warriors were fierce but also tender towards their own.  When the men returned from a war, they had a ceremony where the men would be on the outside of the circle, and then slowly take off their battle garments and weapons, to undo the psychological trauma of battle.

Be prepared for having to choose between Good and evil.  You won’t be able to sit on the fence.  Trust in the one, true, God of Creation.

Bless the one true God, the Creator, forever and ever.   Amen.