5:40 pm


4:47 pm

ALSO, JOSH AND ISAAC, I am so utterly flattered by your mistaken belief that your mother COULD COME UP WITH PROFOUND STORIES EXPRESSED IN PERFECT COLLOQUIAL GRAMMATICAL PHRASES OF PROSE AND POETRY every single hour of every single day for over three years.   Nice, thanks.  BUT GET REAL!  Boys.  I’m not expecting much here, when I  expect you to say that I NOW REGULARLY WRITE A LOT BETTER THAN YOUR MAMA used to write when she already wrote all the time but wasn’t there a moment in time when she began to sound tough and not frightened?  I’ve been writing all your lives.  Please, get in on the RANDOM RESISTANCE.  We got a revolution going on and it’s going to be boring without my sons.  NO. I’m creating reality.  “This revolution will be far more exciting for me and everybody else including attractive girls who do not sell dildo-rocks.  My sons will love Jesus’ world and their own lives more than they ever considered possible.  Jesus is Lord.”  “Thank you Jesus, for the revolution.”

4:01 pm

This Robert Sean Leonard,  doe-eyed kid…he looks just like Josh.  Even in the expression. This guy also starred in Swing-kids.  My sons met a girl last night with a tattoo of Steam-Powered Giraffe.  What do you figure?  They love that band.  This same studly actor killed himself in ‘Dead Poets’ Society’.  Josh hates when I do that; I always interrupt movies with facts.  He doesn’t wanna know the Truth about the actors, he just wantsta watcha show.

I LOVE that jacket.  I’d prefer the pants a little looser though.  But I’m not entirely historically accurate.  But, I do my homework.



3:54 pm

I also said, “Isaac, what Adam and I did here is astonishing.  I don’t think there are two other people in America who could have pulled this off.”    I’m not claiming responsibility, because if he had touched me even once this story would be different.  BUT IT’S NOT.  And, we trusted each other enough to recognize (eventually…) that we were being jerked around.  At least that’s how it went down for me.  Maybe he was on their payroll all the time; I don’t care.  I’m free of many false beliefs and affectations.  I’d like to stay at my home but whatever.  God is able to DO ANYTHING.  And Adam and I helped to prove that.

3:08  pm

I mowed.  Isaac asked, ‘You mean you still maintain your innocence?’  I said, “I DIDN’T EVEN THINK DIRTY THOUGHTS ABOUT ADAM AND I CAN PROVE IT.  They put pictures in my head.”  I mowed some grass.  The cyber-stalker gave me the very best gift; I received again my love for George.  By calling him a ‘numbskull’ and validating my experience, I was free to move on in Truth and Love.  He’s a great teacher.  I haven’t seen Adam since 2009 in Valley Forge, maybe my benefactor is he?  I told Isaac I don’t even know if I’d like him anymore. It’s been a very long time, and electronic augmentation of esteem ensued throughout,  anyway.  Nice day.  I made strawberry shortcake.  I’m going to mow some more grass.  Isaac is working out with George.  Josh is pissy.  Maybe he was voted down and I may stay?

1:38 pm

They’re voting on whether I may stay for the summer.  Summer is intoxicating on the compound, and if unnecessary, I’d hate to miss it.   They don’t find it incongruous and inane,  that although I have done nothing immoral or criminal, and though I voluntarily relinquished my entire self-worth and net-worth to my psychopathic father thereby freeing them to remove and/or incarcerate me at will, they are voting on whether their own mother may be found worthy, to sleep in the bed where her water broke bearing their father’s seed and where I spent many childhood hours.  Not ironic. Not weird, not funny.  They are in some respects smart men.  They are in other respects spoiled children.  Aren’t we all.
Here’s what I realized, and here’s what I told Isaac.  “My physical life is not worth defending; it is hidden with God.  You,  sons cannot lock me up. Only Jesus can do that and if it happens, it is for his glory.”  (Get over yourselves, basically.)  They’re voting.

12:51 pm

George re-shaved his head this morning so he went inside to get a hat.  I asked, ‘Why do you like it that way?” He said, “Because everything’s neat and even.”  He’d answer the same about organizing the cans in the pantry. To me ‘organize’ and ‘pantry’ shouldn’t ever appear in the same sentence.  (I should stop yelling; it’s tourist season.)  (I red this to George and he laughed a lot.)  (I red it very loudly and from a distance.)
My joints are improving, thank God.  I’m wearing sandals with a little heel today, and feel quite bold and sassy.  I even put on a bracelet.  People still point and laugh at my hair, more pointed when they DON’T point, but I’m feminine and wholesome and more than a little smart.  Not smart enough by a very long way, but far better than I used to be. For this improvement of cognitive ability and discretionary dispassion, I have to thank my tormentors-in-fact.  I am to have everything I ever wanted and I’d like to thank all the little people who made this moment possible.
I’ve stepped foot into my destiny.  I told George the same, and asked if he remembered my destiny.  He did not, so I reminded him.  I said, “God asked if I would bring his bride out of government.  He said they didn’t know who they were.”  He remembered, then.   (It was in Toronto.)   I told him that finding that “CASPERSON FOR CONGRESS MAKE WASHINGTON LISTEN” sign on the compound fairway caused me to call-out one such virgin from government, and I’ll write to Bart Stupak too, even though he’s not technically in government.

 I never got to  know Bart, but I introduced myself,  and I told him I’d take his seat.  I did, too.  Not with my backside, but on my knees.  He’s got some amends to make for choosing DEATH for my DISTRICT.  That’s OK.  He knows it.   He’s a Catholic so he’s pro-life.

9:39 am

Beast Technology

Altering Reality in Countless Dimensions

All things are alterable

Including time

See more at:   https://outofthisworldx.wordpress.com/2016/07/18/beast-technology-the-observer-is-altering-reality-in-what-you-believe-the-observered/

9:07 am

Could there be a man less worthy of respect in times that try men’s souls than…the sports junkie?  No stake in the future, whatsoever.  We can respect more the luciferian manipulators and those who loot Dollar-stores after shootings. Purpose-driven criminals.
Muscles develop in minds and the thumbs,  of tv remote control warriors.
The battles, are scripted, the crowds are limp-wristed, the face-paint just makes them look sorrier.
We love to go party with wing-dings and friends, and when the game’s heated,  we’ll lolly there.
But real battle rages, and thus say the sages:  …beat…beat...be there or…beat
be square.
disneyland coliseum

8:51 am

So it begins: Man shoots at ‘Pokemon Go’ players outside house, Man in New Zealand quits his job to play Pokemon Go full-time
Everybody wants to experience the supernatural.  Those who say they don’t are not lying; they’ve convinced themselves that to expect paranormal experiences is low-brow, and ridiculous.  Those are two things they DO NOT WANT TO BE themselves, so they adopt a continual sneer, and their innate curiosity and inherent longing for God both shrivel up and die.  They do not believe for real.  Then contempt-infection makes short order of the symbiotic organism host. No body will experience eternal life if the mind associated therewith doesn’t even believe in it!  That’s a no-brainer.
This Pokemon-Go thing is making believers out of people, one positive-reinforcer at a time.  We’re being backed-out of the unbelief parking space.  This is going to be something to watch.  “Men’s hearts failing them for fear at the things coming upon the earth.”  But, also, those who have been desiring MORE CONTACT with supernatural influences will be rewarded for their pleas.  Good and bad.  Whatever we have put into our spirits and souls and bodies will come back to us many times over.  I’ve prayed for the Seven Spirits of God and for His Kingdom to be established on Earth.  I don’t even wanna think what some of the blackhearts have sought from their own dark ‘deities’.  This is major goings-on and I’m glad I got to be here and submit reports.  I’m so grateful to be alive.
Putin To Ban Pokemon GO From Russia Due To Links To CIA

Vladimir Putin is set to ban Pokemon GO from Russia after an internal Kremlin investigation revealed the viral augmented reality smartphone game has direct links to the CIA and wider intelligence community and is being used to secretly gather data on a colossal scale.

Young people are being tricked into giving up their privacy to these intelligence agencies, according to Kremlin sources, and while playing the game they act as unwitting intelligence gatherers for the CIA. The game has an extensive list of intrusive tracking permissions, and it is these ‘fine print clauses’ that raised eyebrows in the Kremlin and sparked the ongoing investigation.



8:07 am

I don’t wanna set the world on fire + lyrics

Narcissists just want to watch the world burn

7:51 am

I just remembered that God said that ‘not a hair on my head’ would be harmed.  Maybe He’s almost ready to give me my new hair!  Yea!

MAX IGAN’s Santiago to Sydney Flight Shows Globe Anomaly

7:19 am

My hair is falling out now.  I’m pretty sure I was poisoned.

7:08 am

So I was swept off my feet and they haven’t touched down since.  I get carried away, and I’m very loyal.   That’s tough sometimes when it would be more expedient to ‘go with the flow’.
If I WERE crazy, or perhaps a NOVELIST, I couldn’t have chosen a better persona for this avant garde New World Disorder dystopian best-seller of radar-love and microwave-bee-stings from above,  than:  PROPHET. The screenwriters can take this any direction they want.  And send me royalty checks.  In Maui.  Or Norway.  Otherwise, wait.  There IS no otherwise. Being right feels good.  When you follow TRUTH you’re always gonna end up at:  RIGHT.
If it don’t work out for me in Hollywood, I could maybe actually live that life…

6:57 am

HEADS UP:  I listen to a lot of far-out shit.  This is worth listening to, I think.

The last words of Dr Edward Mantill a physicist at CERN

(Or is this just being leaked to keep us on a trail of science-fiction-red-herrings?)

“Life.  Why is it so sacred?  Has it been elevated to a mythical status?”

(I was kinda hoping the guys at CERN would pick up my car on my drive home from Texas and then drive real fast ten hours earlier and then put me back in today (that day) so I could be home sooner to see my sons.  THEN THEY IMMEDIATELY KICKED ME OUT AGAIN AND THREATENED ME AGAIN.  I submit.  They’re lunatics.  I’ll go where they want but then I’ll work out some time-travel to make that the perfect place for me in a different dimension.)  (They can come visit: if they’re man enough.)

And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.

But Jesus, said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, but in his own country, and among his own kin, and in his own house.

6:38 am

You know what’s amazing?  I was without recourse, absolutely, and without a soul to intervene.  I was being CRAZY-FIED and there weren’t no escaping it.  They missed. Plain and simple.  The Voice of the Lord just walked me through all the booby-traps and He even gave me a ‘spirit-guide’ who saw from a different vantage.  (I’ve gotta talk to Him about whether than term is OK for me to use.)  “Jesus is Lord of Creation and Lord of my life.  Lord of the land and the sea.  He was Lord of the heavens before there was time!  (And Lord of ALL lords He will be.”)  (Author unknown.)
The psych-ward was GREAT prophet training.  I put my arm around a confused, senile woman’s shoulders and through my mouth came, “When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll.  Whatever my lot, God hath taught me to say.  It is well, it is well with my soul.”  She started to cry and said she thought God had forgotten her. She called me an angel.  Isn’t that nice.  (It might have been a different peace song I sang that time.  So much peace, I get it all mixed up.)
When the voice in your head (face it, we all got’em) asks if you want to become a prophet, you maybe wanna think really hard before you answer.  Also, if you’re swept up in the Spirit some day, and love for Jesus overflows your heart so that you want to see His enemies crushed beneath your heel, AGAIN, THINK.  If you’re then moved in rapture to say, “DEAR LORD, don’t let me just DEFEAT satan.  Let me ASTONISH HIM”…consider well your stamina, and the trials of the means to that victory.  “Weigh the cost before you go to war.”  I never did. That’s pretty childish.
“Jesus loves the little children.  All the children of the world!  Red and yellow,  black and white, they are precious in His sight”…I just can’t stop seeing TOM CASPERSON at BIBLE SCHOOL.  We sang this song a lot.  (Author unknown.)

6:20 am

“My children, there is nothing worse than pride.  Not murder, not divorce, not adultery, not failure in business, not sickness.  Pride is the number one most dangerous thing in your life.  And if you think you are without it, you are in fact worse off than most.  You have nothing to lose by handing your opinions over to me for confirmations, and everything to gain.”
“Nevertheless, if you fail, I will still be with you–it will just be much more difficult for you.  Humiliation, sorrow, hurting others–all these things you will have to face because you sought not the counsels of your God.  How I wish some of you would listen to Me.”
(Jesus, to Sister Clare)
JESUS ASKS… ‘Are you wise?’
– Message from July 16th, 2016
“In essence, I have asked you to hand over your free-will decisions and let Me advise you.”
Selah.  Bless your name, Lord Jesus.

5:58 am

“Don’t Feed The Narcissist” = GASLIGHTING & GUILT TRIPPING

“I don’t CARE what the narcissist is feeling or thinking…the priority is me, what I AM THINKING.”

PROOF: Real FAIRIES – Alien Fairy of Mexico, Placed In Jar – Wings, Body & Real skeleton, July 2016