9/13 /16
5:48 pm
So I got into a fight with the preacher-lady.  She said I was rude and that I didn’t understand scripture.  (She is absolutely right.)  THEN she started talking about the ELECTRONIC HARASSMENT AND TARGETING…from her wealth of actual knowledge.  THIS IS GREAT EVIDENCE.
She and I are obviously having our differences, only ABOUT DOCTRINE.  She attacked my Bible scholarship (as she is most welcome to do anytime and I’ll cook dinner even, God bless her most sincerely…)  THIS PRINCIPLED WOMAN WAS NOT REFUTING MY COGENT and DOCUMENTED ASSERTIONS ABOUT TARGETING OF U.S. CITIZENS AND ELECTRONIC TORTURE, but rather accusing me of having drunk more deeply of the kool-aid than I admit!  She’s awesome!
This is a very good day.
(Nasty emails available on request.)
5:30 pm
They say you can tell a narcissist by asking a suspect what aspect of his self, of his person, is he working on right now?
I tried it.
He’s working on the same things whatever I ALWAYS TALK ABOUT MYSELF WORKING ON.
Sheesh.  No examples of course.
————
5:16 pm
MY HANDS WILL RAISE THE DEAD.  I HOPE THERE’S SOMEBODY LEFT TO SEE IT.
So I said,

“George.  OUR SONS HATE JESUS.  How is that OK?  They grew up in a praying home.  They hate JESUS because I told them He had a reason for all the crap we went through and that He would use it for an amazing purpose and us too.”

 (I did not say, “You dropped the ball.”  But, clearly that’s the case because I still got mine tucked up tight even though FAKERS TRY TO STEAL IT FROM ME ALL THE TIME AND I HAVE NEITHER BACK-UP NOR ANYBODY RUNNING INTERFERENCE.  Except my goon.  God save the goons.)
They don’t wanna do it.  They don’t wanna change the world, just like their dad.  And looky here, this is the FINAL BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL.  This is TEOTWAWKI.  
But, good news:  IF WE DON’T SHUT DOWN THE MIND-CONTROL WEAPONS WE WON’T EVEN KNOW ABOUT IT.
Oblivion.  And they denigrate drug addicts.
George said, “Now Linda.  I. Don’t. Think. They. Hate. Jesus…”
How did I get sons with no spine for Truth?
It’s unimaginable.
——————
4:56 pm
I told them they’re doing evil.
I have GOT TO BE DELUSIONAL…or there is a day of dark reckoning beckoning.  These young men about town have staked their claim to the wrong side of historical real estate.  They picked the dark side and now Isaac’s dating a gender-bender and clearly knows that some moral issues withstand his pride.  IF JESUS BE REAL, then mama was right.  If Jesus be real, THEN SO IS HELL.
Wasn’t I right about 90 % of our book published in October 2011?  
Do you remember all the people who stabbed me in the back at the same time?
DO YOU KNOW THAT FOUR OF THOSE WOMEN DIED SINCE THEN?
Please DO NOT TOUCH THE ANOINTED OF THE LORD!
I’m to do a Skype call with the head twinkie.  Josh asked for good behavior; I didn’t know if they would not bundle me into the car right this minute, a Skype call is hardly an intrusion.  Isaac enjoys seeing me begin to shake again.  We’ve been through the tremors with his contributions…numerous times.
I am being punished for something I did not do.
My sons are sinners who deserve hell and they know it.
If they continue to use violence and threats against me I cannot be responsible for what happens.  One gal shot herself in the head.  She was very mean to me.
I went to tell the Weed Fairy that I was being taken to the funny farm and my sons will pay a price.  
She offered to help me make a run for it, but I AM A DISCIPLE OF CHRIST JESUS, AND I KEEP MY WORD…and I also document it numerous places.  
If I am to go to the funny farm I’ll go with a song in my heart and an adventure to suit my palate just gesticulating down the line.  
For the price of a few weeks of horsey-back I could have an entire new life. 
People prefer that I DIE.
Isaac has wasted an entire year…managing me down.
He admitted as much a dozen times.
He can have a life, once I am neutralized.
He can have as many vile sexual perversions assault his ETERNAL SOUL AND CONSCIOUSNESS as his bisexual already -involved -a -couple- ways ‘girlfriend’ might imagine…without mama to nudge his conscience.

 “LORD.  PLEASE DON’T LET ISAAC GO TO HELL because I COULDN’T BE UNDERSTOOD.” 

“TELL ME WHAT TO SAY.  THEY’RE TRYING TO SEND ME AWAY AGAIN…”
4:02 pm
I picked another four-leaf clover.
I asked George if he remembers when Jesus asked if he would give Him his life.
He said, ‘yes’.
I asked if he remembered what he said and he didn’t,  but I know and it’s in my book that HE SAID YES.
Then, we stopped praying.
All through the horrible TORTURE AND ALL THE YEARS OF THEM HAVING TO PICK UP MY PRONE BODY I said, “GOD HAS A REASON FOR THIS.  I WILL TRUST HIM.’

THAT’S WHAT MADE MY SONS HATE JESUS.

THEY THINK HE DID THAT TO ME AND TO US.

——
My sons WANT ME TO BE WRONG ABOUT GOD.
If I am not delusional, then THEY ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR SINS.
They have to take me down or GOD EXISTS.
Tough spot.
Hope I can remember how to mount a horse when I get to the funny farm..
I don’t think I’ll take yoga, if I may opt out.
It’s a pagan religious practice, right?
3:46 pm
I prayed a prayer I’ve prayed a zillion times.
I hope I meant it this time because if not
this whole accusatory-lock-me-up bit would hurt so bad I don’t know how a person could recover.
I said:
“God, please make me like Heidi Baker with no ‘NO’ left in me.
Allow me to bask in your peace even if my dad drives me to the funny farm.
He’s wanted that pleasure since at least 2009.
Give me grace.
How else were you gonna get me out of here?
I don’t have any desire to go to Colorado but
I sure want to go someplace.
PLEASE, TAKE ALL OF ME!
I SURRENDER MY WILL!
MAKE MY MIND AND EMOTIONS SYNC!
I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T WANT TO DENY YOU ANYTHING.
Amen.”
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Calling Out Toxic Behaviour Means You’re Disordered?

 

Sympathy For The Devil: Narcissists Take Pleasure In Your Pain

3:37 pm
I picked 2 more four-leaf clovers.
George is working out.  He asked how I am.  I said, “I am great.  I do not have a disease.  I have an issue that nobody will talk about.  AND, if they don’t, they won’t be able to pretty soon because their brains will be electronic mush.”
I asked how he is.
He said, “Better.”
I asked, “Better than what?”
Better than ME because he doesn’t feel he has to fix the world.
That’s better how?
3:12 pm

In Over My Head

Lana Vawser, “There is a HUGE door of the NEW before you, but to enter it, it requires your complete “YES” of trust. In this NEW door before you, in this place of “letting go” and “relinquishing control” He is going to show you again, His faithfulness, His extravagant provision, His strength, His alignment, His promotion, His favour, His healing and His goodness and neverending, mind blowing kindness.You are going to be IN OVER YOUR HEAD at the GOODNESS and KINDNESS OF JESUS!”

3:09 pm
My sons aren’t back yet.
I picked 2 more four-leaf clovers.
I wish God would hurry up.
2:54 pm
 I picked 3 more four-leaf clovers.
I think it’s a good thing that I won’t be around the internet for a while.  I learned that it is possible to be up-to-date about all the things the devil is doing without watching God create new wineskins for His new wine.  I’d rather watch what God is doing I think.
2:36 pm

 I picked 3 more four-leaf clovers.
2:29 pm
My sons left, presumably to consult with my dad about my pending incarceration.
For that amount of money I could buy a cheap trailer and a couple years’ worth of coffee and fuel.

After sleeping in the car it was nice to get home and take a shower.

Then I picked 3 four-leaf clovers.
2:14 pm

Isaiah 56:10 His watchmen are blind: they are all ignorant, they are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark; sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber.

11 Yea, they are greedy dogs which can never have enough, and they are shepherds that cannot understand: they all look to their own way, every one for his gain, from his quarter.

DEAR LORD, PLEASE GIVE ME AN ASSIGNMENT QUICK, THAT PEOPLE WHO CONTROL ME WOULD APPROVE.”
“Dear Lord, please give me more love for souls than I have love for being right.  Amen.”
Well, I got home and Josh is all packed.
I asked where he’s going and he says we’re going to  Colorado.
I was surprised that he was going and he said, “…all of us.”
I wonder if my dad is planning to watch my strip-search this time.
He showed up before daylight to see me taken away in January, and he hadn’t talked to me hardly for seven years!
He loves this because WE MADE A BET.
–I love it too, because no matter what he does to me…Jesus is STILL LORD OF HIM AND ALL OF US.
Shouldn’t the funny farm have a list of things to bring?
Like summer camp?
2:10 pm
The preacher doesn’t approve of my doctrine.
It was nice to have a friend for a bit.
I always get too excited.  That’s a codependent thing.
9:06 am
My conversation with a PREACHER!  YEAH.
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Linda Goldthorpe <goldthorpelinda@gmail.com>
Date: Tue, Sep 13, 2016 at 9:00 AM
Subject: Re: My sons say I must do a phone interview with the funny farm. I picked 1 four-leaf clover. (no txt)Heidi Baker is the reason I went to Toronto and she gave up a million dollars in  orphanage support to go there; it’s a great story.  Sadhu Selvaraj used to preach against Toronto until God showed him the verse about ‘making his servants as barking dogs.’.  God told him not to judge just because he hasn’t experienced things.  I used to be very afraid of even the Baptism in the Holy Ghost when I was Baptist.  I was very careful about Toronto.  It would be great to talk about it with you sometime.-The GWEN tower guy ran for Congress after me.–My friend (who I haven’t even seen for 7 years) worked on my campaign.  He ran Ron Paul’s Michigan campaign and I was endorsed by Ron Paul in 2008.  We spent a lot of time together, usually watching political lectures!  Anyway, I began to have pictures of him in my head, sexual, and also electrtonic rapes began.  He was an apostate Jew and had already been targeted by the Zionists when he was 22 as a self-hating Jew because he cares about the Palestinians.  He’s a computer engineer, and he hacked me a lot so when I got a message that I was under surveillance and my folks had set it up, I began a really long partnership with a faceless computer-goon.  He kept me alive.  I’m looking forward to seeing him so I can say thank you and learn what we’ve accomplished.  Soon after he hacked me the stun-gun stopped and I didn’t vomit every day anymore and the rapes stopped too.  They were, I suppose, trying to take advantage of a major opportunity with our friendship.  They could have messed up Ron Paul’s reputation very bad if they had gotten us to have an affair.–OH< YEAH.  When I started seeing that internal-porn, I KNEW it wasn’t me because I’d spent many years ‘bringing every thought captive’ and did not fantasize about men other than occasionally my husband.  SURELY, he’d believe me!  Surely, he knows I never lied to him in 25 years.–Whatever.Isaac sold out and he hates me because I didn’t.I always asked, “How sell out?  I never got an offer)They know us so well, they don’t make offers to somebody they know will not accept.They set them up in a honey pot, instead.Isaac is my son, Mr. Wonderful (Glenn Wilson) owns the cell towers, and Adam is my political friend, and my friend from law school who is now a federal judge is named Trish.God asked me if I were willing to ‘hold him’.  (Adam) when I was at a major prayer meeting in Washington and I’d only known him a couple weeks.  God said, “Trust him. He’s an angel.”  He was an atheist apostate Jew.He helps me write GREAT BIBLE STUDIES NOW.(I mean, the goon who chaperones me writes great Bible studies.  I can only believe it to be Adam.)–

Isaiah 30:20-22King James Version (KJV)

20 And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity, and the water of affliction, yet shall not thy teachers be removed into a corner any more, but thine eyes shall see thy teachers:

21 And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.

I’m so grateful for your prayers!  I don’t know another Spirit-led Christian in my whole state.

L

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On Tue, Sep 13, 2016 at 8:02 AM,

Ok, I want to make sure I understand something the man you mentioned that your friend called from law school, is this the man that owns all the gwen towers?  Is he the one who ran for congress as well?

 

He ran for Congress as an independent and I worked on his campaign too, after the primary in 2010.

Was that Isaac or the gwen towers guy?   Trying to get it straight.  😉

 

I mentioned Linda Kirby because if you have skype capability she may be interested in doing an interview with you.  Couldn’t hurt anything.

 

Yep, I’m with you, I believe the targeting started in law school too.  Too many “coincidences” and we know those don’t exist.

 

MICHIGAN is a hot bed for the elite.  Cathy O’Brien talked about some of that.  I has always stuck in my mind and so has Norfolk, Virginia not to mention Washington.

 

I’m sure you have heard of the kundalini spirit that was poured out at the Toronto airport church. Curious to know what time frame or what year it was you were going there.

 

From: Linda Goldthorpe [mailto:goldthorpelinda@gmail.com]
Sent: Monday, September 12, 2016 8:52 PM
To:
Subject: Re: My sons say I must do a phone interview with the funny farm. I picked 1 four-leaf clover. (no txt)

 

I’ll look up Linda Kirby, thanks.

 

I think I was targeted in law school but I didn’t know it.  My best friend from law school set this off by calling the man I mentioned and setting us against one another.  She is now a federal judge.  When I graduated, her mom was on the board and they got an extra couple signatures on my diploma…one was the chief justice of the Michigan supreme court.

A couple years ago when I started my blog and was figuring out what happened to me, I contacted the Targeted Individual group in my state.  Maybe a dozen people?  FOUR OF THEM WENT TO MY LAW SCHOOL.

 

_
I’m pretty sure I’d only need a couple weeks.  This is nuts, and also things are changing so fast!

Yes.  When God gave me that prophecy I was driving and I had to pull over.  It was WORD FOR WORD.  Since then I’ve seen so many miracles.  My handwriting changed overnight even!  I have THOUSANDS OF FOUR LEAF CLOVERS.  I don’t get migraines or arthritis…my sons have seen AMAZING THINGS.  I was in Toronto at Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship when God asked me if I’d bring his bride from government.  On my knees sobbing…I love going to that place.  I REALLY MISS WORSHIPING WITH PEOPLE!  When my sons were small we’d worship morning and night.  I was the church pianist.  The church has totally rejected me, Dad pays their bills.  I had a vision where I was driving a flatbed truck with all my family on it and an explosion happened behind us and the light made it impossible to see so I gave the wheel to Jesus, I said, “You drive, I can’t see a thing.”  THEN when we stopped…it was right before we hit a big rock.  I’ve clung to that.  I think my dad is the rock.  He ran me down so much I lost EVERY RELATIVE because he always buys dinner.  When I was a kid he’d go a whole month without talking.  He’s sick.  I’ve always been the scapegoat and I’ve always confronted him about his double life.  I learned about sex when I was a little girl from the porn under his mattress.  He is not what people believe.  I think Isaac made a deal with him.  He’s obviously covering for somebody.

 

Thanks for the encouragement.  You encourage me just by doing what you do.  Thanks.  L

 

 

On Mon, Sep 12, 2016 at 9:30 PM,

I remember you sharing that with me.  Oh trying to keep it straight.  I remember the targeting started when you were running for congress.  In your heart when God spoke to you telling you that Isaac and Josh and George are His, you felt He was saying in the end of all of this mess that they would repent and be saved???  Is that what you received from His words?  How did  you hear Him?  In your heart?

 

Yeah, agreed, working for the mason didn’t help anything, rubbing elbows in the government opened doors too.

 

Amazing what God said He would use your targeted friend to do.  Also, same with you, He has a purpose with all of this and you are in a high profile position to speak to so many when this all breaks in God’s timing and in His way.

 

I’ll quit grilling you. J  Just think you are like Paul, being whipped and imprisoned and ship wrecked and snake bit and fasting and all of it.  Keep going.  Keep preaching.  Keep believing.  GOD IS FOR YOU!!!!  NO ONE CAN BE AGAINST YOU!!!!

 

You have been on my heart and yes, I have been racking my brain thinking, I wish I knew someone or some place you could stay.  So let’s give it to God and pray and listen for Him and trust Him to show the way.  I’m proud of you, I can’t imagine living through what you are going through.  But look at what God has spoken to you, He asked you to bring His bride out of government!!!!!

 

Do you know of Linda Kirby’s youtube channel??  She does skype interviews.

 

Praying for you and the whole situation.  You are on the battlefield.  They don’t like this kind of fighting, but it is the most powerful.

 

From: Linda Goldthorpe [mailto:goldthorpelinda@gmail.com]
Sent: Monday, September 12, 2016 6:28 PM
To:
Subject: Re: My sons say I must do a phone interview with the funny farm. I picked 1 four-leaf clover. (no txt)

 

Thanks .  I was a lawyer but stayed home with my kids and homeschooled.  We quit the Baptist church and then I got the Holy Ghost and they did too but apparently they lost their faith.  We were targeted TERRIBLY.  For two years I was knocked immobile every day.  Sometimes I’d be down for hours.  I was electronically raped repeatedly and the ‘program’ included a man who worked on my campaign.  My sons believe I had some an improper relationship with him but I did not.  He was also targeted.

 

God told me in 2007 this:

 

Linda, my pride, my beloved, WITHSTAND.  WITHSTAND.

What is to come is ordained by me for my glory.

You will be misunderstood again.  So am I.

You are mine.

Your children are mine.

George is mine.

You’ll look in my eyes soon.

I am your strength.

 

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My father tried to murder me.  I didn’t get it.  He asked me to sign my house over to my sons in 2012 and I always did what I was told.  Then he stopped talking to me and started a major smear campaign.  Isaac, my eldest, was also involved in politics and quite beligerant about the status quo.  Then he went to work for a masonic guy who owns THE MOST GWEN TOWERS IN THE WHOLE COUNTRY.  He ran for Congress as an independent and I worked on his campaign too, after the primary in 2010.

 

God has set me up for something amazing.

He said my friend (the other target) would lead a million people to Jesus.

He asked me in 2006, if I would ‘bring His bride out of government.’  He said, “They don’t know who they are.”

I plead the blood every day, I bind and declare as the Spirit leads me.  My father is wealthy and called the cops on me in 2009 before he started this.  They’re Baptists and they’ve had me ostracized in the entire community.  The house I gave my sons is the house I grew up in.  They prefer their father live there.

 

I don’t suppose you know an old lady who could use somebody to clean house and cook in exchange for sleeping on her couch?  I’m a great cook.

Thanks for the prayers.  I’m on the road with 70 dollars.  God is in control.  Love, Linda

 

On Mon, Sep 12, 2016 at 2:35 PM, Cherie J Beltram <Cherie@threeheartschurch.org> wrote:

So far with the people that have talked with me about their targeting it has been by strangers.  Some have family members in on it but they are more distant.  This seems strange that they are targeting you directly like this in the same house so blatantly.

 

Have you all had a dysfunctional family?  Was there love?  Have y’all tried to talk about why they feel so hurt to openly treat you like this?  Can there be forgiveness?  This is a strange case for sure.  Were you there for them as children?  Were you a working mom, career oriented and no time for them?  What has triggered them to do this so easily?  What kind of church have they gone to?  Have they ever really known Jesus?

 

I would bind the ruling spirits over the city where you live.  Bind the ruling spirits over the house you live in and over their houses too.  Bind the spirits in them and at work against them.  Do all of that in Jesus’ name.  Then I would plead the blood of Jesus Christ over them and ask God to open their hearts to Jesus.  Ask Him to do a great work in their lives by His Holy Spirit.  Ask Him to send His warring angels in to cut and severe the ties with the kingdom of darkness that are at work in their lives and in this situation.

 

Speak in faith scriptures and things you want to come to pass, things in line with God’s will.

 

Pray and love and bless them and keep doing it.  I believe we will see change.  I will fight from this side too. I will put this on the prayer list too.

 

Stay tucked under Jesus’ wings!!!

 

 

From: Linda Goldthorpe [mailto:goldthorpelinda@gmail.com]
Sent: Monday, September 12, 2016 10:09 AM
To: Margaret Goldthorpe; David Goldthorpe; christine.rattin@yahoo.com; Eric Cadeau; Tom Backers; jim mckindles; ANDREA LAROCHE; Alfred Lambremont Webre; a@michigantaxpayers.com; Kevin Keizer; Tom Anderson; Tom Bridges; Rob Truax; Josiah Sharrett; Congress Glenn Wilson; Linda Goldthorpe; Isaac Miller; Joshua Miller; George Miller; Cherie Beltram
Subject: My sons say I must do a phone interview with the funny farm. I picked 1 four-leaf clover. (no txt)

7:14 am
I just looked up the place they want to send me.
It’s an addiction place.
I even quit tobacco!  A year in a couple weeks.
I am ADDICTED TO GOD.
I haven’t had this band around my chest for almost all of August until now.
I didn’t do anything wrong, but I’m to be punished more.
I’ll probably go home.
I WANT TO BE HOME TO DO MY WORK!
I WANT TO PICK CLOVERS and to COOK FOR MY SONS.
Josh said if I go away for a while I can live in my house again.
I don’t trust Isaac at all;  he changes his story.
I didn’t feel God guiding me at all as I drove yesterday.
I’ve been praying all night but I slept a lot too.
The only guidance I got was:

He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever willlose his life for my sake shall find it.

For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel’s, the same shall save it.

For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.

Whosoever shall seek to save his life shall lose it; and whosoever shall lose his life shall preserve it.
He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal.
—————-
That’s what I’m doing.
I’m trying to save my life.
Aren’t I?
I’ll give Josh what he wants.
I’ll go home and they can send me away again.
I think that’s what Jesus would do.
Until he gives me something else to do, that’s the best I got.
My sons and my parents do not believe Jesus is God.
They believe my dad is.
How could they not hate me?

 

9/12/16

9:53 pm

A DISCIPLE OF JESUS IS TALKING TO ME!

I answered questions like this:

I’ll look up Linda Kirby, thanks.

I think I was targeted in law school but I didn’t know it.  My best friend from law school set this off by calling the man I mentioned and setting us against one another.  She is now a federal judge.  When I graduated, her mom was on the board and they got an extra couple signatures on my diploma…one was the chief justice of the Michigan supreme court.
A couple years ago when I started my blog and was figuring out what happened to me, I contacted the Targeted Individual group in my state.  Maybe a dozen people?  FOUR OF THEM WENT TO MY LAW SCHOOL.
_
I’m pretty sure I’d only need a couple weeks.  This is nuts, and also things are changing so fast!
Yes.  When God gave me that prophecy I was driving and I had to pull over.  It was WORD FOR WORD.  Since then I’ve seen so many miracles.  My handwriting changed overnight even!  I have THOUSANDS OF FOUR LEAF CLOVERS.  I don’t get migraines or arthritis…my sons have seen AMAZING THINGS.  I was in Toronto at Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship when God asked me if I’d bring his bride from government.  On my knees sobbing…I love going to that place.
  I REALLY MISS WORSHIPING WITH PEOPLE!  When my sons were small we’d worship morning and night.  I was the church pianist.  The church has totally rejected me, Dad pays their bills.  I had a vision where I was driving a flatbed truck with all my family on it and an explosion happened behind us and the light made it impossible to see so I gave the wheel to Jesus, I said, “You drive, I can’t see a thing.”  THEN when we stopped…it was right before we hit a big rock.  I’ve clung to that.  I think my dad is the rock.  He ran me down so much I lost EVERY RELATIVE because he always buys dinner.  When I was a kid he’d go a whole month without talking.  He’s sick.  I’ve always been the scapegoat and I’ve always confronted him about his double life.  I learned about sex when I was a little girl from the porn under his mattress.  He is not what people believe.  I think Isaac made a deal with him.  He’s obviously covering for somebody.
Thanks for the encouragement.  You encourage me just by doing what you do.  Thanks.

9:40 pm

‘Hillary Clinton Dead’: New York News Station Reports of Her Death In Error?

9:35 pm

THE SINNER WHO’S A WINNER
You do it because I have been so loving and charming to you. You do it because I have been so brutal to you yet you still want to please me. Whichever stance I adopt, seduction or devaluation, I secure the desired result. The win.
This is another win as I marvel at my power over people. Nobody has the presence of mind to direct their anger towards me. Oh no, I am too clever to be sucked into that and I can stand and observe the bitter recriminations all stemming from my behaviour. 
How can it be right that you, the one who gave everything and always behaved so properly is left distraught, confused and bereft whilst I waltz around town without a care in the world? Why am I never upset or miserable?  It seems unjust and unfair. Why do I always seem to win? Why do I get the cream, win the main prize and have the golden ticket? It is because of how I am designed. I am designed to win. That is my sole focus. By winning I gain admiration and power which gives me fuel.
Unlike you, I have been created with the skill sets that allow me to behave without integrity, to function without a conscience and to sail through life untouched by moral concerns. Normal people are upset and troubled by my machinations, but I am not hampered by such concerns. 

9:19 pm

The 13 Most Evil U.S. Government Experiments on Humans

(I’d say “thirteen of the most evil experiments on humans.”  There have been other equally evil.)

See at:   http://www.ranker.com/list/the-13-most-evil-u-s-government-experiments-on-humans/robert-wabash?&var=9

9:10 pm

“This is a Season of Rewind – I Will Restore!”
by Cindy Jacobs, Red Oak, TX

For the Lord says, “This is the season of rewind. This is the season where I’m allowing you to go back to a place where you felt that you totally destroyed your life, or times and seasons where others brought destruction into your life, and I will restore. I am able to do this miraculously,” says the Lord.

“If you believe in Me, if you trust in Me—just as the little child, when the father says ‘Jump!’ the little child would freely jump from a high place into the arms of the father, and the father would say, ‘I would catch you.’

Do you believe I will catch you? Do you believe that no matter what your circumstances, whatever is happening to you, that I have the ability to catch you, to hold you and to keep you safe? For I will do this,” says the Lord.

And the Lord says, “This season of rewind will bring you to a place where you will not be lower than you were, but you’ll find yourself coming to a large place.

You will find yourself coming to still waters and green pastures, for this is My nature as a Father,” says the Lord.

See more at:   http://www.elijahlist.com/words/display_word.html?ID=16594

8:58 pm

If I were at home, I’d be tucked into bed now, still working, but warm and snug with Connie under my bed and probably a bunch of people in the other room.  Two dogs spent the night last night and three of my sons’ friends.  There was dog poop on the rug this morning.  It was nice of George to work so hard on cleaning the rug.  We served kids meals for the whole weekend.   I’m sorry I didn’t finish mowing before I had to leave.  I’m at a Burger King.  I borrowed Isaac’s secondary computer which I’ve been using at home.  I’m sure that didn’t make him very happy since getting me off the computer (stopping my communication/isolation/separation from Christian input online) “is kinda the point.”
They’ll need to get in touch with me when it happens.  They’ll call for me to come home.  It’s a pity things had to get this bad before they’d see Truth.  MY SONS BELONG TO JESUS.  They don’t like it even a single bit.  But, they will be very grateful to Him. They will thank Him for me!  I can’t wait for them to respect me.  But, patience is my road into my destiny.

5:54 pm

Well, I’m gone.  I can’t imagine this makes them feel any better when they don’t know where I am.  My sons were doing dishes when I left.  They always do dishes after they have a scene and make me leave.  Then when I come home, they stop.

(I mean, when I go to THEIR HOME.)

12:42 pm

It doesn’t seem quite obvious yet.

God said when it was time for me to leave, it would be very obvious.

Ultimata and being evicted isn’t even obvious enough.

What am I waiting for?

12:36 pm

I packed a little.

I picked 3 four-leaf clovers.

God says He’s never late.

12:11 pm

Well, it was a nice month+.  I’m glad I didn’t commit suicide weeks ago.  I’m happy now, but I’m homeless again.  They wish for my faith to be dismantled and/or replaced.  Josh said, “You can’t get better just sitting by yourself” but that’s what’s happened.  I watched videos of people who hear from Jesus and I pray a lot and I got free of some demons.  These guys don’t really believe in demons.

I MUST leave today since I refused to go to the funny farm in Colorado since my father was involved.  He is very dangerous.  Not to me, but to anybody who does not know what he is capable of doing.


I’m packing.  Josh said, “YOU HAD A MONTH TO PACK”  but I used that month to STOP HYPERVENTILATING AND STOP SHAKING.  I started shaking a bit just now as they lied about me but…I’m not anymore.  I can’t wait to get on the road.  My car is supposed to have the brakes looked at tomorrow since they locked up this morning when I was trying to go to Manistique to buy Isaac a pipe.  Oh, well.  God is in control.  I’m sure glad it’s not Isaac,  and I pray that Josh will see truth.  (Isaac too, for that matter.)

11:38 am

On the conference call to the funny farm, I mentioned Isaac knocking me out.  Josh said he didn’t remember.  I looked up my journal entries TO REMIND HIM.

FROM  9/21/14:

9/21/14

4:36 am

(THANKS FOR ALL THE VIEWS!  THANKS VERY MUCH.  I haven’t had a phone call for weeks, that would be nice too.  906-291-1376)

These notes and prayers are  from the day Isaac knocked me out.  I wrote them after the boys left and I was pretty loopy, so I had to clean them up a little.  Original is on another page of this site:  Kingdom Court Documents  (Those are things I’ve served on my parents and Clive Ellis over months.  And presented to God for justice.)

Court Document 4    Transcript of Testimony–Mother.  Father.  You did this.

-(No service on Defendant’s “pastor”, who has received the url.  All other parties have been served.)

Made banana cake for George’s birthday.     The boys came out for lunch and Isaac complained that I’m so busy I don’t talk to him lately.  So I did.  Then he threw me against a wall.   I can’t use my right arm.  I hit my head pretty hard and couldn’t open my eyes for awhile.  Jesus will make me ok.  Isaac thinks I’m lying about my father.  He wants me to just forget, but he doesn’t know we’re in world war three.  He is very controlling.  I don’t actually hurt too bad.  Not even inside.  It only happened about fifteen   minutes ago and Im a

I asked Jesus to take me lower still.

Guess if he can take me at my word, I can take him at his Josh took care    hit my head pretty hard.  Isaac hit his heart.  He says he must hate me to do such a thing.  I told him it was just demons.

Josh  took care of me while i was down, and after.  My arm is pretty numb.  Josh wants me to patronize so Isaac won’t feel so bad.  Lying to make somebody feel better is not love.  they left me here.  that’s not love either.  I know what i know.  hope i dont have a concussion bu god made my brain so i know he can fix it.  my dad must tell the truth.  or not.  either way it wont be because i didnt try.

My arm is working so I texted Isaac  that news, and said I won’t tell his father.  He said I was his best friend.  He’s been my only friend and I love him.  I love truth more.

That was quite a stunt.  People on tv shows die from just that sort of maneuver.  Josh lifted my head and put a white towel underneath to see if there was any blood, I couldn’t move for a while.  It was nice to have him touch me.  He thinks I’m lying.  Somebody knows I’m not.  God, I give this all to you again.  I’ll wait for your justice.

I rebuke self-pity in the name of Jesus.  I want loving relationships, not fake ones, and lies make them fake.  Isaac was angry with me because I won’t accept his “everything is alright because I’m alright” doctrine.  Other people MUST KNOW ABOUT THE POWER OF JESUS.    He said,  to “be the change”.  He said I focus on the negative, yet for the first time, I’m able to watch negative without getting ill, because I know Jesus has a plan for all of this, and many people are embracing truth.  I told him I finally have a purpose, and I’ve wanted one all my life.    He wants to be a “team”  He ain’t on my team if he wants to ignore lies and to pretend.  He just wants peace.  I want peace AND FREEDOM FOR EVERYBODY.  One minute he’s mister new-age, with all the answers and pitying me, and the next minute he threw me against the wall.  He’s in a real crisis.

“Please go to him, Lord.  Fill him with TRUTH!  He’s had the “love”.  Didn’t do much.  Give him the real thing!  Give him YOU YOU YOU.  My dad took you from his life.  My dad is not as big as you are.  I’m a daughter of THE KING!  Set Isaac afire!  Burn out everything that does not comport with your KINGDOM.  Show him my father, as my father actually is, when he doesn’t have a present in his hands.  Show him TRUTH!  Show him my devotion, please?  Sorry, self-serving.  Show him You, and he’ll then see me, I expect.  (Personally I’d love it if you used him to tell my dad off good and proper.  But your way is always better than mine.  Is Alexander still alive?  Oh, well.  Whatever.)”

“Thank you that Josh’s tender heart is resurfacing.  Speak to him, will you?  Truth.  He MUST HAVE TRUTH.  My father cares nothing about those boys, except as a potential legacy.  Their hearts belong to you!  I gave those boys to you before they were born!  You promised me in 2007 that they were yours!  Go, do what you must.  I won’t stand in your way, as you give me grace!  I have no desire to control them, or my father…but I MUST REPRESENT TRUTH!”

“Dear Jesus, my government did a terrible thing.  My father did terrible things.  My friends betrayed me when I was obeying you.  Take this thing and make magic, like you always do.  Thank you.  Amen.”

“I’m feeling better and the numbness is almost gone.  Thank you Jesus.  I love you.”

(George’s birthday is 7/10.)

6:14 am

Here’s what I wrote to Isaac when he called to check on me after the incident:

Document 5     Admission of ex parte communication:

(HERE’S THE LETTER I SENT TO ISAAC AFTER HE KNOCKED ME OUT:)

          Thank you for calling. Like I said, I was almost asleep when you called, but I got up to make myself a sandwich, which is probably good.  I don’t think I have a concussion.  Do not fret.  Lots of families have episodes like that.  They usually respond in one of two ways.  They might get all pissy and go to the cops.  Or they might push it under the rug
and pretend it never happened.  I will do neither.  We can choose our destinies, no?
          I love you more than nearly anything.  I do not love you more than truth, which to me, is a person.  I love Jesus more than you and I always will.  If you can’t live with that, then it’s not my problem.  Jesus wants me to continue confronting my father, and many others.  That’s my purpose.  When I’m off duty, I’d love to hang.  I will not tolerate a lie, and neither should you, but you’re your own boss.
As you said, “God’s will” and I never for a single second believed anything different.  You do not mean to harm anybody!  You mean to be free.  I mean to do all I can so that EVERYBODY can be free.  Love to you, so very much.
L

 

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9/20/14

2:18 pm

The god I serve is God and He’s a very good god.  He’s WAY better than the Baptist god.  Josh wanted “Old Man’s Beard” for a project and the prophet said it grows high in trees and it’s very hard to find.  God sent a windstorm and dropped it right where we live.  He’s given me food when I had no money and He’s guided  me all over the place.  The Baptist god teaches that humans should figure things out for themselves,  and evaluate others.  My God does the figuring and the evaluating.  The Baptist god is exclusive but my God loves Josh and everybody.  Everybody. He’s making me be like Him.  Wish He’d hurry up.

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Baptists should test their god, I think, like I tested mine.  (Or rather, He tested me, because I wanted all of Him.) They should go dangerous places, and do without…just to check.  They should actually believe and perform tough Bible passages to see if their god has the right stuff.  One prophet did this.  He asked God to tell him when the stoplights would be either red or green. After a while he didn’t have to look, but it took time and lots of trials. This is a kind of  “virgins and the oil” thing.  “You Get What You Play For”   (REO Speedwagon)  “Not everyone who says  ‘Lord, Lord’ will enter the Kingdom.”  I asked for lots of oil and I begged to know Jesus very, very well.  It took many years and much prayer to get what oil I have, but this I know:  when Jesus shows up, I’ll know Him.  When Jesus comes back, what if He doesn’t look like the Baptist god at all?

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12:56 pm

Josh is home from work. He’s going to grate zucchini.  I found more lichens for him, and picked some wild blackberries.  I’m going to pull the lichens from the branches and spread them on a towel so they can dry out.  I showered, after I finished the dishes, and supper is in the works.  I’m brining chicken breasts which I will skillet-brown, then finish in the oven.  I’ll serve them with pesto and peas.  (Basil is wonderful with peas.)  I’ll make zucchini bread or this great zucchini cake.  My finger isn’t closing up at all and when it’s damp the top layer kinda slides around.  Very painful.  Josh was probably right, it should have been stitched.  It was so funny that he thought my dad would pay for it.  My dad wouldn’t even speak to me when Isaac pushed me into a wall and knocked me out cold!  (He didn’t like that I called Dad a liar.)  Dad knew all about it.  He knows lots of stuff and so do I.  Too late for stitches now.  I’ll have a reminder of the time my dad finally met his fate.  Until Jesus transfigures me, I suppose.

My parents were both out of sorts in the summer of 2012.  Near the time my dad said “fuck”, my mom screamed.  (She does that a lot but this time was different.)  She kicked me out of Dad’s office yelling, “WE HAD TO DO IT!”  (It might have been the very same week; I’d have to look it up.)

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9:57 am

I’m reminded of the summer of 2012.  That was the only time I ever heard my dad say “fuck.”  (That was when he was trying to have me locked up again.)  He spent most of that summer badgering my children to tell him what I accused him of doing.  He never asked me.  (The boys didn’t know of course; filicide is a terrible accusation to make about their grandfather.)  I was distraught about conditions in my home, and couldn’t get anybody to take me seriously.  I accused him, vaguely, “You NEED my family to be fucked up to cover your ass.”  He JUMPED from his chair and spit “fuck” like a watermelon seed.  He never asked, “Whatever do you mean?”  He has never asked me a single question.  But he gives me money now, and he answered a text day before yesterday, even if he lied.  I’m used to that.  (I’d have to look up all the dates.)  (Most people find easier ways to engage politically.  But, some do kill opponents.  Look at Pinochet.  Or George Bush.)

My mother says “fuck.”  She used to call students  FUBAR:   Fucked Up Beyond All… I don’t remember the “R” word but it means they’re hopeless.    Maybe “redemption”?  (She really dislikes children.)

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AND YET IT CONTINUES INTO 2016.

 

11:34 am

I told her that Isaac  gets violent with me.

This is an ABUSIVE SITUATION.

Guess what!  Isaac even had the TWINKIE LADY talk to my psychopathic parents!
I’m the only one happy in this house.
Isaac made a deal with the devil.
He’s covering his ass.
And my dad’s.
We had a short interview.  My entire life is recorded.  Is she wants to read the blog, well she can ask questions then.
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Image result for image my other computer11:09 am

My sons say I must do a phone interview with the funny farm.

I picked 1 four-leaf clover.

9:04 am

The Islamic connection to Freemasonry and thus a multitude of your politicians , judges and police

Candidates for induction into the Shriners are greeted by a High Priest, who says:

“By the existence of Allah and the creed of Mohammed; by the legendary sanctity of our Tabernacle at Mecca, we greet you.”

The inductees then swear on the Bible and the Koran, in the name of Mohammed, and invoke Masonry’s usual gruesome penalties upon themselves:

“I do hereby, upon this Bible, and on the mysterious legend of the Koran, and its dedication to the Mohammedan faith, promise and swear and vow … that I will never reveal any secret part or portion whatsoever of the ceremonies … and now upon this sacred book, by the sincerity of a Moslem’s oath I here register this irrevocable vow … in willful violation whereof may I incur the fearful penalty of having my eyeballs pierced to the center with a three-edged blade, my feet flayed and I be forced to walk the hot sands upon the sterile shores of the Red Sea until the flaming sun shall strike me with livid plague, and may Allah, the god of Arab, Moslem and Mohammedan, the god of our fathers, support me to the entire fulfillment of the same. Amen. Amen. Amen.”

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