– Talkin’ Bout A Revolution – High Quality
I’m so grateful that I’ll have some fun soon, but I wonder if I’ll be able to. When I finished college I went to Ecuador, but I couldn’t sit still for the first couple weeks. I brought a bunch of books and we were at the beach but I couldn’t slow down. I worked two jobs during my last year of college and I was married and also taking care of my ex’s needs. Tonight I made myself a spicy stir-fry with carrots and celery and green onions and red pepper. I made Josh a pizza, I had some sauce left over from last time because I used pesto instead, on one of the pizzas. I didn’t send him a salad with his lunch today; instead, this morning I sauteed some zucchini in extra virgin olive oil with Greek seasonings. I took a loaf of hot sourdough bread to my aunt’s house; I’ve seen her car tooling around so they must be here for the summer but they didn’t come to the door; so I left it in the car. She’ll ask Dad to bring her up to speed on the Linda-situation. He’ll be given another chance to tell the truth. God is merciful.
I prayed every single day of my married life, that God would do for George, the great favor of …changing me. It was always understood, that he was perfect and I was the troublemaker. I accepted that, just as I accepted black-sheep status in my family of origin. I was valueless to them and their religion; who was I to suggest any different? We ordinarily assume much of our self-concept through interaction with others. (Perhaps all of it, to the Godless.) Without human interaction, you never know if your funny thought was really clever. When people call you crazy, you’d REALLY like to bounce those clever-wannabes against a certifiably sane person, but instead they shun you. Isolation can make a person crazy because if you don’t have God telling you every minute that he loves you and has a plan for your life that will fulfill your heart’s desire, it’s hard to dream of better things. And if you do not follow the Holy Spirit who “leads us into all truth”…it’s pretty tough to believe in yourself. The accusations are the pathogen and love is the remedy. People pass out a lot more of the former, regrettably. Jesus touched me, again and again, and told me that he had given me a sound mind and that he would restore all the things taken from me. Then he loved me without wishing for me to change…because he already knew I wanted that more than anything. I’ve always wanted to be different than others said I was. Now I am. “Thank you, Lord.”
BUMP TO THE TOP, from 8/24/14 (My sister’s birthday.)
I just talked to my dad. I called to see if Megan is alright because there was an earthquake. He made me an offer.
Why would an innocent man offer me a credit card in my name that I would not have to pay on? Why would he do such a thing without wanting to discuss all that I’ve reported about him? (Shouldn’t he be a little pissed, even though I told the truth?) My dad should replace the house he took from me, and put the ad in the Newberry News saying I am not a murderer and that my mental prowess is consistently exceptional. He wouldn’t be setting me up, would he? He already talked to the bank. He’s narcissistic and inappropriately controlling and disrespectful.
Text to my dad, 6 pm:
“I don’t think I want a credit card. I want to use yours. And I want the condo. Thanks though.”
(He’s not guilty of identity fraud now too, is he?)
The necessity of replacing my home is a no-brainer, but perhaps the many benefits of giving me the condo in Toronto (with a trust account for the boys’ house, a trust account for the condo and me, and probably some metals) are not as apparent. First of all, I’d really like a place where Isaac or I could go outside of the US, in the event that it might become prudent for us to do so. Isaac was giving speeches against the RINO’s when he was fourteen. He is on the red list. Also, moving MONEY out of the country is very smart, considering the new laws inhibiting off-shore accounts. Josh NEEDS SOME OPTIONS…and there are NONE HERE. Had I not been tortured for years, I would have taken him to museums and some concerts. Maybe we’d have even gone to a ball game. I’ve been WORKING for the FAMILY ever since Dad put out a contract on my life and livelihood. I would very much like to learn some new things, and to begin helping people who can help DESTROY THE NSA. I lost many contacts due to slander and Toronto would be a very fine place to begin replacing them.
Connie acted like a lady today, and my young friend even had along her pet chicken. If I spent time alone with her in a decent climate I think she could learn to fly quicker.
It was a turning point when I kicked our guest out of the house a month ago because he exposed his body repeatedly to my sons and me and crawled into my bed once when I was already asleep, and who has owed a TEENAGER 400 dollars for a year without a payment. I realized that I don’t have to be treated poorly; I don’t treat others poorly. I’ve spilled blood for that man, I got him out of jail and I stuck up for him with the authorities. I deserve some respect. I deserve respect from my father, and it’s been a long time coming. My life has been directed by principles that he cannot fathom, and it’s high time he recognizes that fact and reimburses me accordingly.
Once in a while you read an article that you know will change your life. (I have a whole CLOSET of spices.)
How to Clean Out Your Spice Cabinet and Organize it—for Good
If you see a spice and can’t immediately picture two or three delicious things you want to cook with it, its days are probably done. You can always get a newer, younger model for not too much money if you buy it from the right place.
When it comes to organizing your spices, I’m a big believer in the kit approach. Chances are you use cloves in the same dishes as allspice, and cumin in the same recipes as coriander. These commonalities are your “kits,” and are best grouped together for easy access.
DRAFT LETTER TO NEGLECTED FRIENDS:
Dear Friend, I’m sorry you haven’t heard from me for a long time. I’ve spent the past six years shaking down my father who began a smear campaign against me in 2009. (Long story.) I would like to renew our friendship and now I can, finally, afford to pay for my own dinner. I live in Toronto but spend much time at Isaac and Josh’s house where we used to live. I’ve learned a lot of things about our country and God and the times in which we live, but I haven’t had anybody to talk to about it all. (Isaac moved to Colorado last summer.) Would it be OK if I came to see you? I think about you and pray for you a lot. Much love, Linda
During interview cop defending corruption makes the typical a few “bad apples” argument. But when asked why don’t all the “good” cops speak up? No answer.
See more at: http://xrepublic.tv/node/13340
“The military knows what is happening around the world, and they’ve either decided to go along with it…or they speak out against it.” (James Corbett)
BUMP TO THE TOP, Letter to David from 1/9/15:
Dear Brother, I suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder because I was repeatedly raped over a period of years. When I sought help, I was 1) maligned, 2) ostracized, and 3) made to be a slave in my own home. Our father saw to it that my men, whom I cheerfully served for decades, would disrespect me and I would become a slave. (I can show you copies of letters where I begged him to consider the family, rather than his vendetta.) If you, my brother do not care about these things, I do not expect to see you in Heaven.
I keep waiting for my dad to come back. If he comes in an hour I’ll give him hot bread but I’m still looking at every car that goes by.
Its a Good Day
(This is also a good sermon.)
“Arrested” can mean a number of things. Old men like my dad think of ‘cardiac arrest’, but my cardiologist-sister assures me that guys like him ‘groove on stress.’ (He REALLY LOVES me a lot. That’s his problem exactly.) Arresting somebody’s attention is possible, I’ve heard. (I’ve never accomplished the feat personally, but Jesus does it all the time.) Sometimes we arrest our selves; we stop short and reconsider the direction we’re heading. Other times my government arrests people and takes them away. I don’t really know what happens while they’re gone but I’ve heard a lot of stories, some even through chicken-wire inside a prison. My dad NEEDS TO BE ARRESTED, 1) on the spiritual level, 2) for criminal activity, and 3) due to the natural progression of karma. We’ll see some fireworks, one way or another.
I went to Curtis for some hot sauce because I’m making Buffalo wings. On the way back I stopped at my dad’s office…I was tempted to taunt him some more. I was thinking to suggest that he could execute a deed for my TORONTO CONDO that only made the transfer when he gets arrested. But instead, I walked around the building and prayed for him. He can’t even tell the truth about the weather! Tim asked what I was doing and I told him that I was praying for my dad because he won’t stop lying and I want him to become a Christian. Then we swapped recipes.
Dad went down to the cottage and when he got out of his car I yelled three times, “Good Morning!” He didn’t respond, but when he drove back through he stopped and spoke through the car window. He said thank you for the cake I left in his car yesterday. (That’s a first.) I asked if somebody would be staying at the cottage and he said he didn’t know. Then he said he got a deposit. Then he said they were supposed to come on Saturday. I helped him then, “That would be a YES.” He agreed with my deduction. Then I asked when he was giving me a house. He said, “You have a house.” I said, “I do NOT have a house and You made it that way.” I did a little dance on the steps with my index fingers pointing out and I sang, “You owe me a house and you know it.” Then I let Connie out because she was inside bouncing against the door to get at him. He’s gone now.
(He owes me a LOT MORE than a house, and he knows that too.)
MIND CONTROL: DANIEL ESTULIN AND MAGNUS OLSSON – RUSSIA TODAY
Very few people are aware of the actual link between neuroscience, cybernetics, artificial intelligence, neuro-chips, transhumanism, the science fiction’s cyborg, robotics, somatic surveillance, behavior control, the thought police and human enhancement.
They all go hand in hand, and never in our history before, has this issue been as important as it is now.
One reason is that this technology, that begun to develop in the early 1950s is by now very advanced but the public is unaware of it and it goes completely unregulated.
Thanks to Magnus Olsson, who, despite being victimized himself, worked hard for several years to expose one the biggest human rights abuses of our times – connecting people against their will and knowledge to computers via implants of the size of a few nanometers – leading to a complete destruction of not only their lives and health, but also personalities and identities.
“…its backside –mind reading, thought police, surveillance, pre-crime, behavior modification, control of citizen’s behavior; tastes, dreams, feelings and wishes; identities; personalities and not to mention the ability to torture and kill anyone from a distance — is completely ignored.”
Prophecy, through Phyllis Ford on 5/26/15:
“…Get ready because everything that has tried to hold captive your dreams, arrest your development and keep you from fulfilling all that I have placed in you is about to be dismantled and removed. For my wisdom shall flow from you like a river that cannot be held back or dried up with silence. It will cover those who are willing to hear and obey my word of release in this season.”
“As I release great liberty, you will no longer feel confined. Your previous captivity has had to do with how others felt about you and your own perception of what you thought was necessary to do to be accepted. You are who you are and you can no longer be contained in others evaluation of you. For I chose you, fashioned you and you are accepted as my beloved. I made you and formed in you greatness and now as you draw nigh the increase in you will pour out living waters into others and quench the thirst that has fallen so heavily upon many.”
More at: http://ft111.com/ford.htm
When I get into my condo in Toronto, I’d like to buy an electric piano; or maybe some new computer keyboard that would cost less and could be compatible with Isaac’s recording projects so he could use it too. Josh has a friend in Toronto, he owns a recording studio, I bet if I asked him for advice he’d show me the best thing to buy. My young friend’s friend lent me a camera! I’ve never owned one, and only really used a real camera during campaigns. (When my sons were small I used to buy those disposable cameras where you drop the whole thing into an envelope and somebody sends your pictures back.) I think I’d like to install a camera mount in my car; several of the alternative news-guys do their reports as they’re driving. I always pray when I’m driving and lots of cool things happen to me. In Toronto I’ll study about computers, and how to teach English as a foreign language. I’ll learn something new each time I step out the door and I can’t wait. Johnny-5 told us what transhumanism is like: “MORE INPUT.”
Every day is identical and these years have been really hard. Now that I’m happy though, it’s easier to sit at this computer every day. (I never liked computers before.) Now I could continue forever, if I just had somebody to talk to. I miss debating. Arguing is trying to convince; debate is proving a matter. Debating with an educated atheist is best, because he will always point out your logical fallacies. Also, you can ask questions like “Why did you bother to learn about satanic symbolism and all the groups who use it everywhere…if you don’t think there is actual spiritual power is their statements?” (He said, “Because THEY believe it.” Good answer.) If some nonbeliever, preferably a Baptist pastor, would stop by every day for a cup of coffee at three, my life would be much improved. It would have some time-structure, and also I’d have something to look forward to each morning. “God, please may I have a friend?”
YOU ARE STILL HOLY
I put some anniversary cake in my dad’s car and sent a text to remind my brother that I’M STILL WAITING TO GET MY LIFE BACK.