Clintons and Epstein

I have sensed Jeffrey Epstein on a couple more occasions, one of which he seemed on edge…like they know he is alive and were close to nabbing him…or perhaps that the prison officials who were in on his faked suicide were beginning to talk?  I dunno…I just sense the emotions, and can only guess at what is happening.  Whatever it is, it is not good for this creep.  His money cannot save him now.

And I also sense the Clintons right along with Epstein.  So they are very much a part of this plan to fake his suicide and help him get away.  Hillary especially hates me and need I say that I am in her crosshairs?

I just ask God that if I am taken out for nailing this bastard that the Clintons will finally, finally be exposed for the evil satanist murderers that they are.  I want to be like the porcupine fighting the python — he died fighting for his life, but he took the python with him



Stand for Children: Using Its Oregon Money to Influence Louisiana’s 2019 BESE Election — deutsch29

I have been watching for out-of-state money influencing Louisiana’s October 2019 state board of ed (BESE) elections. On its 09/10/19 filing, one PAC, Stand for Children LA IEC, reported $420K in contributions; it reported spending $168K on six BESE candidates: James Garvey (Dist 1) Sandy Holloway (Dist 3) Ashley Ellis (Dist 5) Ronnie Morris (Dist […]

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And it goes on…

…so I am still here.  And still being gangstalked.  And nobody believes me when I do talk about it.

I know that I felt the same way when I first became aware of it. I thought that these people were paranoid nuts.  Nope.

So the making loud noises next to my vehicle in the middle of the night continues….I don’t even know what a good night’s sleep is anymore…

…but today when i was in a service provider’s office, I was walking down a row to get to an open chair, and here is a guy holding his iphone up above his line of sight so it was perfectly lined with my face.  Then I heard a shutter click.

Then he suddenly gets up and says something to the receptionist and leaves.

So I decided to say something to the receptionist about what just happened.

She immediately dismissed it and said that when you are doing a screen capture, the shutter clicks then, too.  Again, I know that if someone is unaware of this, it is hard to believe it.  But it IS happening.

But why would he have it held so high above his face?  He was sitting down with the phone above his line of sight — above his eyes so that he could get a shot of my face.  Clicked just as I was coming down the aisle and just in front of him?  And then he emailed it to his handler…it would appear because as soon as he got a confirmation message back, he was up and out of there.

But, yeah, I am paranoid and crazy so don’t mind me.

Still here, for now…

…so I am still here.  I am so tired of being hounded

The water dept. jerk was at a public restroom that I visit.  He had his phone out, aimed directly at me as I pulled in.  I have a feeling he shot a video and is going to post it on youtube.  I don’t know that, it is just a feeling I was getting.

And he would not be the first to do a video to mock the poor —  when I stopped in Oregon, a young man who was the son of a caseworker came to where she was talking to me and began filming me while I talked with her about my situation.  Just before this, I had heard her degrade me with her supervisor, loudly.  All I asked for was a gas voucher.

It is really stunning how cruel people are towards the poor.  They automatically assume that you are a drug user, an alcoholic, or mentally ill.  They cannot even recognize that you are a human being.  Their contempt is palpable.

And yet, there are some good folks who have not caved to the evil.  I say a prayer for them and for those whom have been manipulated and misled by satan — that they realize they are helping satan and turn away from it.


Stuff I forgot…

…it’s been a week.  Some things I forgot that I wanted to post in the other blog–

So to add to the already stressed-out stuff going on…the truck was smacked into the day after I moved into the motel.

I was stopped in traffic.  I normally keep an eye out for those behind me, but this day I was focused on what was in front of me.  Then out of nowhere BOOM!  The force struck so hard that everything on the dash flew off.  (I have been drying my grapefruit rinds on the dash to make cleaner with.  And the maps flew off as well…).  There was no warning as there were no squealing tires before the sickening thud…

…so my guess is that the young man was texting or talking on his phone.  Either way, he was not paying attention and he was going waaay too fast to impact the truck as badly as he did.  He hit so hard that the frame was bent and the bumper and trailer hitch were pushed down 2 inches.

To make it worse, we have the same insurance as he does.  It will be interesting to see if they give a fair settlement.

So, yeah, that just added to already jumbled nerves.  A Good Heart came over to me and comforted me.  I was nearly in hysterics because it was just one more thing.  She said that she saw the accident just before impact.  It always amazes me when stuff like that happens — like her Guardian whispered in her ear that an accident was about to happen and she started towards the road.

I knew that my broken leg was pushed forward into the truck from the force and I was really worried that the impact had re-injured it.  Fortunately, I had an appt with the doc the next day.  They x-rayed it, and it was okay.  But they put a new cast on and I have six more weeks until I see the doc.

The Owl

So I was thinking about this– the Native folk see the owl as a warning that something bad is about to happen.  There is a saying they have “I heard the owl call my name” meaning that they were about to die.

And the owl has really been put everywhere in recent years.  It reminds me of the 70s when the owl suddenly started popping up everywhere then, too.  We had owls on kitchen flour canisters, on lamps, salt and pepper shakers, and on macrame which was hugely popular at the time.  The owl was basically everywhere.

Now in the 70s, before things went sour, it truly was a time of trying to find peace and compassion and things we had in common with one another instead of like now where people are acting in terrible ways…it truly was a time of love and Jesus was a big part of that.  Religious people began using drugs because they were told it would bring them closer to God.  I am serious.  It was touted as a way to lose one’s inhibitions.  But it was satan, using the powerful yearning for being close to God, as a way to fool people into doing something that was bad for their bodies and would interfere with their connection to God, not enhance it.

So, with that knowledge, the owl is said to represent a god that one must sacrifice children to…if you want to know more, look up Bohemian Grove on youtube.  One of the rituals they did there was burn an owl effigy to worship this god of theirs.  Burning babies alive is another way to get power from this god…which is really satan.

So I find it more than just a coincidence that the owl is now very prominent as it was in the 70s.  Like it is being used as a subliminal threat…?

And an interesting thing happened the first couple weeks I was here–

I was parked in my truck for the night in a downtown area.

Not long after dark, I heard an owl hooting.  And I said to myself, I wonder if the owl is calling my name?

Later that same night, something odd happened that I still wonder what exactly happened:  Something made a noise that I still cannot identify, and swooped down to the truck.  Now my first thought was that it was this owl.  But the noise I heard was different — it was not hooting — and whatever it was had enough weight to slightly rock the truck.

I was asleep when this happened, so I had to get up to a sitting position before I could see what it was — which is really hard when you are in a tight spot and have to negotiate a cast.  So it took me a couple minutes to get up, and by that time, whatever it was had disappeared.

I do believe because of the unnatural noise it made that it was supernatural and most likely a demon sent to scare me off.



Ending soon?

So yesterday was something else!  I really did not think I would be here this morning typing a blog.  I thought it was over and the police, FBI, and DoD were going to move in, as they say…

So I am surprised that I am even here.  So just to give you all some notice that the gangstalking is continuing here and is pretty intense.

A kind lady showed me mercy and asked her church to put me up for a week in a motel.  It was sooo wonderful having a bed to sleep in, and not have to worry about getting enough water to drink, not having to worry about being followed to the restroom so they could send their kids in to “gather” false evidence, and the best thing of all — being able to bathe each day.  I got some much needed rest, because I don’t sleep well in the truck.  Truly wonderful.

But I was still gangstalked while at the motel — a person who was not even a guest, sat in their bright red jeep (smaller suv) and boomed their stereo.  I called the main desk and they took care of it.  Then I was brighted by car lights at 3 a.m.  I saw the dude go around the side of the building, and then about five minutes later, comes back around, slowly, past my room.  I called the desk again, but the person behind it could not give me a license plate number.

Another guest in the room next door was wearing a gun openly, and he stood near my room as if to make sure I noticed him.  He kept going past my window.  And then stood within a couple feet  of my door, with his gun in its holster.  Made me real nervous.  I can’t say for  sure he was a gangstalker, but his behavior sure seemed strange.

So I had to leave the motel Thursday and drove 5 miles out of town to a truck stop.

At 7 a.m. — the gangstalking started again.

I parked on the farthest part of the building.  Parents BRINGING THEIR CHILDREN past several open parking spaces to where I was.  Then they did the usual routine of walking past my truck.

See, I don’t have to do anything –just sitting there in my truck–like my sisters husband did to me–and these assholes claim I was a creep.

One dude in a black car sent his kid in the store, and I turned my head entirely to the back of my truck so that there is no way they could say I had done anything creepy.  Then he coolly gets out of his car, lights his pipe and smokes while he takes my picture.  These reprehensible humans have to take your pic for their handlers.


I was hobbling into a store, and two long-haired men were approaching at the same time.  I was walking on the pavement, they were walking on the sidewalk in front.  Now since I am being stalked, I keep very aware of my surroundings, and watched them walk in, but not in a hostile way, just for observation.

Suddenly one of them says out of the side of his mouth, “Take your eyes off me, you stupid fucking bitch.  There is no need for you to take notice of me.”

Even more strange was that he did not even turn his head to look at me directly. And I am thinking, what?  What are you talking about? I have a right to see who is around me at any given time.

So I when I came out of the store, they were still there!  Just sitting there not going into the store.  So why were they walking towards the store at that time?  They had no business to do there.

Gangstalkers. The hostility made me real nervous.  Being in a cast makes me even more vulnerable than I already am. (I have six more weeks in the cast.)

So when I got in the truck and pulled around the lot  to exit, they were still staring at me and had huge grins on their faces.

I did something that I don’t normally do and said a few choice words.  I’ll leave that to your imaginations.

And then I got scared because I mouthed off to them.  Horrible evil people.

So later in the afternoon, I picked up on the energy of the DoD guy and the FBI guy, and someone that I have had contact with.  (I don’t want to give too many details for the protection of the Good Hearts, so bear with me).

The person in contact was very upset.  She was crying or felt like crying.  Then I felt the sheriff’s energy…so I knew that they had enough fake evidence to arrest me for being a perv.

Okay, I cannot state this emphatically enough — I am not a pervert.  I do not stalk young women.  I do not rub my ass against young women.  I am not a creep.  I am a good person whom is being persecuted for not going along with the evil and even standing up against it.

I will not join the black robes and they have tried to get me to join.

I am still trying to unravel the deliberate misinformation of the New Agers who tried to misdirect me away from the right path that the Creator chose for me.  I fear that the one that I thought was a mentor was not.  And he may have put a negative energy into me or a spell of some sort.  And that they were part of the takeover of America.   Like I said, I am still trying to figure this out…

Anyway, after feeling all that energy directed at me, I was expecting to be arrested on false charges anytime.  And speaking of energy — I have picked up on Krystal Kenney’s energy.  She is part of the gangstalking and thought it was funny that the police are ready to move in.  Her energy was highly giddy that they were going to bring me down.  So that confirms to me that the plan to murder Kelsey Berreth was from these satanic evil ones and that gangstalking is being used to murder people.  My posts on that here and here.

And really?  I am just done and ready for it to be over with.  I am tired of being stalked by these evil assholes. I am tired of waiting for the police to come and arrest me on these trumped-up charges.  It is stressful beyond belief.

So just wanted to let you all know.  I guess it is a day to day thing now.  I just want this to be over.  I hope that I have helped some of you understand what is going on now because that was the intent of the blog.  Actually, it didn’t start out that way– when I was suffering from mercury poisoning and could not walk 20 ft without being exhausted and painful migraines that lasted for days…this blog was something to look forward to and a way to deal with everything going on in my personal life as well as seeing the country and Constitution destroyed by the evil ones.


Was the boat fire a sacrifice?

So, reading more details of the horrible boat fire off the California coast, there are signs that this was a sacrifice…

  1.  It was a fire.  satanists like fire to make sacrifices.
  2. The number 33.  It is a big deal with them.  33 dead passengers recovered.
  3. Walt Disney employee.  Walt Disney was a 33rd degree mason, which means he was initiated into satanism.  It is possible that this employee was of God, the Creator, so they did away with him.  Or he was a troublesome employee.
  4. Two Apple employees. Not sure but instincts are kicking in that there is evil intent.  It is also strange that the daughter died on her birthday.
  5.  The name of the boat:  The Conception. Fertility rites? The sexual rites of the black robes?

For both of the Apple and Disney companies, I would hope that the police would search for dead peasant life insurance taken out on these employees.

I just hope that they did not suffer but their spirits were uplifted before the fire got to them.  It is comforting to know that nobody dies alone.

Doctors fear controversial program made to help them — Disrupted Physician

As I commented on his website, the spiritual aspect of healing is ignored by those seeking to make money off of people…whether they be physicians or ordinary folk.

Link to Article Many say a controversial program designed to help doctors with mental health issues is out of control, destroying careers and causing some doctors to commit suicide. Link to Video Author: Investigative Reporter: PJ Randhawa, Erin Richey Dr. Gary Hammen admits that he was tired on the job.In 2017, he had a newborn […]

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