The intrusion by the police using a key to the home I owned soon led to my trauma that caused the surgeons to have to knit me a new body. The surgery was more than 10 hours long. The surgeons cut me open like the old tin sardine cans, pulled out all my organs and all 29 feet of bowel and put them in a Petrie dish on a table next to my surgical bed. My bowel was Swiss cheese. They meticulously searched for any section that was suitable to be reconstructed surgically. During all of this proceeding I was out of body. I saw myself on the surgical table and then I was aware of being somewhere else. I was caught up into the heavenlies. I was with the man in white linen with the keys to the kingdom at his belt. We walked along the river of life and lingered to talk under the tree of life. At one point he turned to me and said, “It is time for you to go back.” I said, “NOOOOO uh uh. I am not going back there.” He simply said, “They are ready for you now.” And I heard swish swish and the sound of a recovery room. The pain was inhuman. I soon passed out and was awakened in my hospital room. The nurse ran out the door, “DOCTOR SHE IS AWAKE!”
And I was. I was here in time/space and as fully aware as is possible here where we see through as through a glass darkly. The next few months were intense with recovery. I took an apartment in Kansas City, MO. The FBI came by to talk to me. I gave them very detailed information. They agreed I was telling the truth. The United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC wanted to relocate me after a psychiatric fitness exam. I did the exam and passed. I relocated to the east coast still with USCC, DC for almost a year. I had to keep moving because the factions of the United States who are really behind the 9/11 military offensive and their branches and are everywhere.
One night coming home after dark from a meeting I held in my position as representative for USCC, DC in my new east coast location, I was boxed in by cars while driving down the highway at highway speeds. The drivers of the car in front of me, at my left side, and behind me tried to force off the road. They were strategically place so I could not change lanes and escape them. As I was driving I used my cell phone to call the highway patrol. I reported who I was and that I needed them to come NOW. The did not get there very fast……………………
I took down the license tags of the cars boxing me in. When the state highway patrol arrived, the cars left. I gave the highway patrol the license plate number and the descriptions of the 3 main cars boxing me in. The local police came back to me saying the license plate numbers I gave the highway patrol were not even close to being right. Hmmm. Why not? I had ample time to check and recheck the plate numbers I wrote down for the three cars. They had done their investigation. I was alright and on my way home safely now. Nothing more was going to come of it.
I found out later the highway I was driving home on was well known by the locals for these kinds of activities after dark. The locals avoided that highway. The policing authorities were obviously aware of the after dark issues on this highway. So at the very least the perpetrators were allowed to keep up their after dark antics with their permission. If so this was institutionalized behavior and USCC, not even USCC, DC, could protect me . How big was this? Some of my members of USCC, DC were part of the “American Alchaida” President Bush spoke about. I had no idea how deep their participation or the participation of USCC had become. I did not have enough information to sort it out. I soon resigned my position at USCC, DC. I moved myself from the midatlantic state to the southern part of the Florida peninsula. One week later I was back in the business world only this time I was the owner and groups like USCC, DC were making sales calls on me.
I did join USCC, DC and the local Chamber of Commerce. I paid admission to several motivational and business education seminars that came to southern Florida and held meetings in hotels or convention halls. I first experienced the Deutche Bank and the global banking cartels for myself at one of these business seminars I attended. One of their global players was the keynote speaker. He and I literally collided in the aisle as I struggled to find my seat. I had not met him before. I had not seen a picture of the keynote that evening. Imagine my surprise when he took the stage and was introduced as our keynote speaker for the convention. He sent a messenger to tell me he was interested in meeting me. I was honored and a bit naive but did not see anything negative to the invitation. I gave the messenger one of my business cards with my phone number and suggested he call me with the arrangements. I never did get that call. He sent the messenger a few more times and I gave him my business card each time. I finally said I would be happy to meet him. Perhaps have dinner with him. Just have him call me.
For some reason I have never understood completely he took this as a rejection. I soon learned this level power money broker are accustomed to just summoning anyone they want and they come. I may have the distinction of being the only one who has ever had the Moxy to say no or at least expect him or someone to make arrangements for dinner and set a time and date. This set some very intense behaviors in motion. I learned through messengers he owned a house on a north east beach he planned to set me up in thinking he would come around once in a while for sex. Nothing ever happened. I absolutely do not do that. Never had before and have not since. I just do not do that.
Turns out he really was looking for a trophy wife. I guess that is every girls dream. Every girl but me. I had been through too much with my ex husband and his family. On a not so grand scale his family decided to go ahead and let him marry me so he could have sex with me since I would not give him any until we were married. It was ok with his family because they intended to let him have his way with me the one night of the wedding night and then annul the marriage.
In a few days after the wedding night, his dad came to me saying his son never loved me just wanted sex and I would not give it to him so they were going to annul the marriage.
I said no. In my family we marry for life and no divorce is allowed. Period. You made your choice. You made your bed. Lie in it. In my family we were married for life. My ex father in law screamed at me, “Release my SON!” I said no. My ex father in law said he would exact release for his son if it took him the rest of his life. He meant it. He did everything he could to do me harm. After 20 years of marriage and the destruction of my health, he finally got us separated. He tricked a judge in to believing I had abandoned him and the children and got a quickie divorce. I did not know anything had been filed until 15 minutes before the divorce that was already gaveled was final.
God showed up in my apartment with dark clouds and lighting and peels of thunder. His voice that sounded like thunder said, “This is not my marriage. Let it go.” I actually talked back to Creator GOD! I said, “But what God has joined together let not man put asunder.” More peels of lightening and the voice thundered, “I did not make this marriage. Will you be joined to the house of Satan?” I said noooooooo! Never Lord. Never! “Let this go.”
Ok By now the courts were closed anyway and my divorce was final. Years and generations of family and religious belief was wiped out in this visitation from Father GOD.
The global merchant staled me across the entire North American Continent. He sent his enormous yacht around the cape of good hop to meet me where I hid in Canada. I learned much later he is a major player in the New World Order.
I know now.
God has saved me and preserved me again.
MorningStar-Truth 