Month: September 2026

Ch 52 The Original Identity Theft-Boot Camp

I was very happy in our new church, the healing church. Soon I was more able to share the testimony of Jesus with the congregation without fainting myself. I was attending beginners classes in Bible again. Since I was teaching adults Bible by age 14 it would have been humiliating but I had just accepted the Baptism in the Holy Spirit. Everything I was reading in the Bible came to life in new and exciting ways. Scriptures I had read dozens of times and even memorized were all brand new again. Each time I read scripture I gained new insight and understanding of what I was reading. It was like going through the doors of a maze. One door led to another door that led to another door. Each door opened another deeper truth about God.

Through the Holy Spirit the truths in scripture became crystal clear. When I read the Bible before my experience with the Holy Spirit and the Baptism I had been seeing through a glass darkly. Over time I began to realize some of the teaching I had been given from well meaning teachers in the other church were without understanding and enlightenment. I had unwittingly taken part in spreading their false interpretations about God and Jesus and the Bible and the Holy Spirit of God. It was not just simple things I remembered incorrectly like times and dates or addresses for scriptures. The things I am talking about were deep truths of the scripture I had been led to believe were the only way they could be interpreted and the interpretations were wrong. Some of them were flat out lies. That was a hard thing for me because not only had I been led wrong, what I believed for many years was wrong and I had taught that wrong understanding and interpretation of scripture to others so they were wrong too. People were basing their faith and their lives on false information I gave them. It nearly did me in.

But the Holy Spirit was always there to heal me and forgive me at each new revelation and epiphany. We cleaned my filthy garments over and over and over until I stood before Creator God in glistening brilliant white linens. Now I just have to wash the mud off my feel that collects as I walk through this present darkness. I am clean.

While I was busy with my two daughters and the boot camp training I was in with the Holy Spirit of God my ex husband was in the men’s training for Leaders of Ten with the pastor of the new church. The Healing church. I worked in the nursery one Sunday morning each month. Our pastor sent us books to read and mentored us on what we learned there. The children were happy and healthy. It seemed all was well.

Things were about to be shaken up in ways no one could imagine and I was woefully unready and inadequate to face.

Ch 52 The Original Identity Theft-the awakening and the call

I had to protect my second daughter from the occult. That is for sure. She was the catalyst that put my family on the radar for those in the dark arts or occult. My problem child was actually my first daughter. She was also born prematurely but without the protection and support of the deacons at my church in Kansas City. She was born in Columbia, MO before we were finished with our college degrees. She has 3 kidneys. There is a full renal duplication on the right side and all three kidneys refluxed. Renal reflux means the urine from her bladder could and did flow back up into her kidneys when she expelled it from her bladder. The reverse flow of urine causes serious kidney infections. My first daughter died 7 times her first year. She went through 10 hours of surgery to repair and create 3 ureters one for each of her 3 kidneys when she was 18 months old. She is my first and most dynamic miracle baby. By the time she was 8 years old she had undergone over 50 surgeries. She is a walking miracle in her own right. By the time her sister showed up we were at our wits end and needed some help.

One of my ex husbands coworkers kept telling him about a church in Kansas City that did “faith healing” and had prayer languages. I was raised southern Baptist. I would not have any of that devil talk in my home. As far as I was concerned speaking in tongues was of the devil and anyone who did it had a demon. My ex husband put this guy off for weeks and months citing my absolute refusal as his excuse. But my first daughter was not thriving. We needed help. Our pastor in Kansas City that was so miraculous in prayer for her little sister was mostly ineffectual for my first daughter. It appeared we needed even more fire power for my first daughter than we were getting and that saved her little sister.

My ex husband kept talking and talking and talking to me about this church he wanted to visit. I was not interested because we had services at our church every time they had services at this other church he was hearing about. One Sunday night there was a Billy Graham convention in town. Our pastor closed our service at our church so our congregation could all go to the stadium for Billy Graham.

I was fussing around in the kitchen and my ex husband came to me and said, “Wife”. Now that may not seem too unusual to you because I was in fact legally married to him before God and man so I was his wife. But he had never ever called me that or spoken to me in that tone with that intensity. “Wife” he said. He has my attention. “We are going to go to the other church. Get yourself ready and the girls. We are going there now.”.

I don’t remember saying anything. I just got the girls ready for church. The second daughter was much easier than her big sister. But I successfully wrestled her around and we were on the road to this place he had been talking to his friend at work about. His friend did not go to this church. He just knew about it. My ex husband insisted we use this opportunity to get my first daughter healed. I had never been in a place like that. It held 4000 people in theatre seats. I did not know it when I walked in but the service would last 4 hours and my hyperactive child would sit through the whole thing and not make a peep. That in itself is a major miracle.

The music was lively, much livelier than I was used to. There was a band on stage with guitars and drums. People walked around easily and talked wo each other instead of coming in and immediately sitting down. We chose seats in a middle right section a little more than half the way back. A man came to the pulpit and announced we would begin the service. He led us in prayer and we began signing. We did not have hymnals. There was an overhead projector with the words of the songs on a screen. Ok. I can do this I thought. The tunes were simple and somewhat repetitious. I picked them up very quickly and no longer needed to watch the words on the screen. It freed my perspective from the screen to just singing and entering in with the others around me.

Not long into the first lively song the whole congregation of 4000 people started jumping up and down in time with each other. Step Hop. Step Hop. The cement floor literally sprang up and down as they bounced together one foot and then the other. Step Hop. Step Hop. My ex husband started skipping with them. So did my two girls. Soon we were jumping together in rhythm as a family and the girls were clapping and laughing. What fun!

Then the music started slowing down. The lyrics became more reflective. We sang of the Love of God. We sang about end of time and our trip home.

Then sort of without warning all singing stopped and a hush fell over the crowd. Slowly one person after another got up and started heading down the aisles toward the front of the church. I had no idea what was going on. They were heading for two microphones hanging from the ceiling at the end of the two main aisles. One by one they approached the microphone and they spoke.

OK. I thought. I get it. These are “testimony mikes”. I had seen them and even given my testimony before at one of our tent revivals when I was a kid back home.

After a number of people spoke a man who had been singing up on stage came to his microphone and said, “God told me there was a special message coming to us tonight. And none of these are it. Would all of you be seated who are waiting to speak, please? We are going to sing and dance again. Members pray. This message is coming from a new prophet. Someone unawares. They do not know they are a prophet. This is their first time so it may take a while. No matter how long it takes. We are supposed to keep singing and praising until the prophecy comes.”

Wow. That was new. Never heard anything like that before. I wondered what the Spirit of Prophecy was. There was a hushed chatter across the auditorium. I was glad when the music started up again. We jumped up and down Step Hop Step Hop and sang going through the same process as before of getting quiet and reflective through song. Then without any notice all together the crowd went quiet a second time. More people went up to the microphones to “testify”. The man on the stage again asked everyone to sit down. He said he knew the message and the messenger were there. He said we would sing and praise and dance all night if that was what it took to free up the new prophet God had specially called that night.

We started singing and another lively song but this time I started feeling very heavy. My arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton and my stomach had a wrecking ball in it. I could barely breathe. It was like the air got too think to inhale. And suddenly I knew I was supposed to go give my testimony. I don’t know how I knew. I just knew.

I told my ex husband about it. He said absolutely not. You do not know what is going on here. I absolutely forbid you to go. I said ok. End of story. But it wasn’t. The congregation went through another cycle of praise and worship and the man at the stage told everyone at the mics to sit down. We would start again. This time I thought I was going to faint. The weight in my arms and legs increased. The message to go give my testimony was so loud and strong in my spirit I thought my neighbor to my right was hearing it too. My ex husband looked down at me finally and said what is wrong with you. You are absolutely blue all over. I answered I had told him I was supposed to go give my testimony and he told me not to. I would obey him but I would probably pass out if this stuff kept up. The man on the stage again said he was waiting to for this first time messenger to come to the microphone and speak. My ex husband looked at the stage then he looked at me. He slumped for a second and let out a long sigh. Then he said, “Ok….go.”

I did make it pasthim into the aisle. I did walk to the front of the church. There were three or four in line in front of me. I thought thatwas great because the man on stage would probably tell us all to sit down before my turn and it would all be over.

Uh uh. I walked up to the microphone not knowing what to say and out of my mouth came:

“OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS COME BLESSING AND CURSING. MY CHILDREN THIS SHOULD NOT BE SO.”

I turned and headed back to my seat. As I was walking I heard the man on the stage declare I was the messenger and that was the message they were waiting for. He repeated the sentence over and over for the crowd. The elders surrounded the place where my family was sitting. I found out later the man on the stage was the pastor. Ernie Gruen. He ended the meeting. The elders took us all back to the pastors private offices. He asked us a few questions about where we attended church. He knew our pastor and called him about us. We had just been approved by the Southern Baptist Mission board to be foreign missionaries and were in the process of finding out where to go. We were leaning toward Yemen.

Our Southern Baptist pastor answered the call from Ernie Gruen. Ernie told him he had one of his couples in his office. Told him what had just happened. Our Southern Baptist Pastor said he knew my husband had visited the “healing church” before. What none of us knew is that my ex husband had gotten into one of our closets one night and prayed to get what Paul got the way Paul got it on the road to Damascus. A bright light filled the dark closet. He felt warmth flood his body and soul and he spoke in a new language for the first time. He had been praying in tongues for weeks.

The more he exercised this new freedom in the Holy Spirit the more concerned he was I would never go for it. So he told God if I did not come along he would dump the whole thing as a hoax. The “testimony” of Jesus through me at the “healing church” was the confirmation from God my ex husband had been looking for and he knew his experience, the indwelling of the Holy Spirit and tongues were real.

As it turned out, my ex husband was led into the fullness of the Spirit with evidence of tongues so that he was leading the family from the front. He got it and used it while I was still dead set against it as being from Satan. Also, it meant my ex husband, my covering and authority in earth, was ready for me when my awakening happened. If he had never known or experienced tongues and the fullness of the Holy Spirit, he would prevented me from coming into my calling and my appointed time that Sunday evening service at the “healing church”. We might never have ever been there at all.

God made the way. God always makes the way to fulfill his purpose.

God made a way for me to go to the new “healing” church. As it turned out I was used to deliver the testimony of Jesus for the first time that night. My Southern Baptist pastor and the new pastor got on the phone and talked about our family. The two decided that the new church was better suited for our growth in the movements and manifestations of the Holy Spirit and for training us in service to Jesus in tongues and prophecy than our Southern Baptist Church. That was NOT a rejection. We learned that night our Southern Baptist Pastor was a tongue talking prophesying Holy Spirit filled ex missionary himself. Wow. Who knew? Well all the deacons of the church! All those deacons and elders and people who showed up at the church to wait for a call to learn why they had all been assembled there by the Holy Spirit the day my second daughter was taken off life support are and were Holy Spirit Baptized Tongue Talking prophesying spirit filled true sons of Creator GOD!

I resigned my positions at the Southern Baptist Church whose deacons and elders prayed to God when my second daughter was miraculously healed and we started attending the new church. The Southern Baptist convention recognizes in secret the fullness of the Holy Spirit and the Second Chapter of Acts, Pentecost, and tongues. In fact, when the Southern Baptist Mission Board sends new missionaries into the mission field they are expected to experience the Holy Spirit and the power gifts even speaking in tongues or they do not make it in the mission field. But they have to get it after they are in the mission field. Since we got ours with evidence of tongues before we made it to the mission field we were no longer eligible to go. The official stance of the Southern Baptist convention was that all of that was not happening now. In the span of one week our family was not going to Yemen and we were attending the healing church. We were fast tracked into leadership. I continued to bring the testimony of Jesus in the congregation. I became a recognized prophet for the healing church. My ex husband was in leadership. They called it “leaders of TEN”. We had a home church that met every week. My ex husband and another man in the church led our group together in our home.

It is written your “gifts and calling” will make a way for you. Well in my case it has for sure done that. But along with Gods favor I have drawn the attention of the red dragon himself and those minions in rebellion with him. I was in boot camp and my time there in the healing church ended up being very short.

Ch 51 The Original Identity Theft-Quick history for why the purging of Ashera poles matters.

Abraham and Sarai were surrounded by peoples and nations that worshipped “the gods”. When God brought Israel out of Egypt at the hand of Moses and Aaron into the land of Canaan, Pharoah and all of Egypt worshipped Hathor who was thought to be a mother goddess in the form of a cow. Egyptian religion believed cows to be sacred. On the trip out of Egypt Moses made camp at the base of mount Sinai and went to the top of the mountain to have an audience with God. When he did not come back in a few days, the Israelites in their tribes camped at the foot of the mountain decided Moses was not coming back. In his absence Israel chose to revert back to the Egyptian ways and made a “golden calf”. They began to have sex orgies in worship of the “golden calf”. When Moses returned from the top of the mountain, he had been in the presence of GOD. His face radiated light. He had received the 10 commandments written by the hand of GOD on 2 stone tablets. Israel was worshipping the god Hathor a god in Egypt. This is particularly interesting because just a little while before when God was freeing Israel from bondage to Pharoah in Egypt the mystic priests of Hathor were not able to save the first born sons of Egypt from the death angel on the night of the first Passover. The magicians were able to perform tricks that appeared to mimic or model or be the same as the other 9 plagues pronounced by God and delivered by the hand of GOD on Egypt through Moses and Aaron the high priest in an attempt to get Pharoah to let the people of Israel go so they could worship the true Creator God. No mystic or priest to Hathor the cow could raise the first born of Egypt from the dead imposed by the death angel. No mystical priest could kill the first born sons in Israel.

The GOD of Abraham Isaac and Jacob lead Israel out of Egypt by his mighty right arm to the land of Canaan where the people worshipped “gods” and “idols”. These “gods” are often depicted by wood or stone. Baal, Asherah, and Molech are pertinent to this study. Baal or Balaam or Baalak is the cosmic bull. Molech is also in the form of a bull from the waist up and human form from the waist down that stands upright like a man and walks on two human feet. Mithra is a bull like creature that stands upright like an man that walks on two cloven hooves. Mithra opposed the early believers after the crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth and he opposes the true sons in our time. The people of Canaan sacrificed their children to Molech by burning them in fire. The Ashera are female demon beings. Ashera is thought to be the counterpart to Baal. She is depicted and worshipped in Ashera poles. Ashera poles were wooden statues similar to the totem poles in American Indian history. The Ashera poles were easy to recognize as female. God of Abraham Isaac and Jacob that brought them out of the land of Egypt and met Moses at Mount Sinai to deliver the 10 commandments commanded Joshua to chop down all the Ashera poles in Isreal. Isreal never got that done. The poles were occasionally removed in one place or another only to be raised up again in another location. That was a grave mistake on the part of Israel. Those poles were more than just symbols of statues in wood. They were the source of power for the demons in time space including Ashera. The fact Israel never cleaned the poles out of their lands made it possible for those female demons to continue deceiving the Sons of God for the next 6000 years. Until the day Jesus showed up in my tiny studio apartment and said, “Do you want to go have some fun?” The Ashera poles and the power base for the gods and goddesses and demonic entities ended for all time when the last pole was smashed. The wiccans. The occult among us in service to Satan lost their foundation for the spells and curses. All those captured by their spells and curses were released and freed and received into the awaiting Arms and the bosom of Abraham. Do not get me wrong. We still have to be on the alert for them especially now at the end of the age when time grows short.

We war not against flesh and blood.

CH 50 The Original Identity Theft-chopping down the Ashera poles did not go unnoticed.

That system of Ashera Poles erected in Israel were the power base for witchcraft through earth history. The work Jesus did and invited me along to do has not gone unnoticed by the throngs into witchcraft or worshipping idols or Satan worshippers today. When my second child was born, CREATOR GOD had just moved our family to Kansas City, Missouri. My water broke 3 months early while I was sitting at the dinner table enjoying our evening meal with my ex husband and our first daughter who was just over two years old by then. Children’s Mercy Hospital is in Kansas City, Missouri. Back then it was the one of two neonatal wards in the entire world. The other one was in Switzerland. Our neonatal ward in Children’s Mercy Hospital on Hospital Hill in Kansas City was modeled after the neonatal ward in Switzerland. But getting her to that neonatal ward was not a given. It was a miracle.

I was taken to Research Hospital where I had been preparing for child birth and my obstetrician was there. It was too early and the baby was not doing well. My doctor came into my delivery room and said, “One of you is going to die today. May both of you. Mother and child. I need you to tell me which one you want me to concentrate my efforts on. I may not be able to save either of you but I know I cannot save both. Which will it be? Mother or child?” My ex husband sat down on the floor in a heap. A deep rage welled up inside of me and exploded out of me. The pain was beyond human ability to endure. I was gasping for breath. I said to him, “I do not die today. And my child does not die today. You get your ass in here and do your job!”

My baby doctor was infuriated. He said, “Ok. Have it your way. You have 30 minutes to be completely dilated and delivered of this baby. No more.” He reached over to the intravenous drip that was inducing my labor pains and gave it a hard swift turn to wide open. The medicine hit my body and my back arched up stiff as I screamed in pain. He told them to get my ex out of the room. He had never lost a husband and he wasn’t going to start with him today.

The nurses gathered around me. I really do not remember much about that 20 minutes or so except that I did dilate and my baby daughter was born. I did not get to hold her. They whisked her off and started working on me. The doctor came in and started sewing me back together. I had basically broken open into two pieces.

Children’s Mercy Neonatal Ward transportation team was already there in Research. They had flown over in their helicopter to pick up another baby born that day about the same time as my daughter. A little boy in the next delivery room. The neonatologist in the transportation team took a look at my daughter. Said she was not a “viable fetus” and he would not have come just to transport her but since they were there already to pick up a boy that had a good chance of survival and had an extra incubator, they would take her with them. I was not sewn up yet and could not walk. They lifted me up into a wheel chair and tok me to the portable incubator to see her. I did not get to hold her. I was not allowed to even touch her tiny hand. She was on total life support. They said they had to go. She only had 25% chance to even survive the short helicopter ride to Children’s Mercy. Then she had only 25% of that 25% of living 24 hours. She was not a viable fetus.

I was left alone in my hospital room. None of the hospital staff expected her to be alive on the morrow. They did not know for sure I would be alive on the morrow. Creator GOD had plans for both of us.

A few days later I was released from the hospital. My ex husband took me over to the neonatal ward to see her. I met the director of the neonatal ward. He was a kind unassuming man. There was a special team of nurses monitoring my daughter 24/7. She had a pneumothorax and only one lung working as well as a significant section of necrotizing enterocolitis better known as dead gut. She could not eat normally. She had to be fed by a tube. I knew she was in trouble but it was still a shock when we got the call.

It was the voice of the director of the neonatal ward. He said they were going to take my daughter off life support. They had a more viable fetus coming in. They needed the incubator she was in. He said we had about 20 minutes before the other fetus arrived. If we could get there before then, he would put her in my arms. He had learned it was better for the baby and the mother both for them to die in their mothers arms. We were a good 30 minutes away from Children’s Mercy in no traffic and this was a heavy traffic time. We still had to pack up our first daughter who was also born premature and very special needs. We knew there was no way we could make it there in time to be there for her passing.

I started to pack up my first daughter to take her with us. We were alone with no family near. And it occurred to me to call our church and tell them about our daughter and ask them to pray. When I called the pastor answered. I told him the news. He said, “The entire deacon board is here in my office. God had told them to come and wait for a call. You are that call. We know what we are supposed to do. We will pray for you as you go. Go now. You are in Gods hands.”

Well being numb all over that did not sink in but my ex husband was ready in the car and we drove to Children’s Mercy expecting to be there too late. I thought I might finally get to hold the limp dead body of my baby girl……

We went into the neonatal ward and started scrubbing our hands in the entry room where all parents had to scrub to be able to go into the room with the incubators. A nurse came and took our two year old into another room and stayed with her. The director of the neonatal ward came in. He said, “Who are you?” I had nothing to say. My ex husband started introducing us to the director of the neonatal ward like he had never seen us before and did not know us. “My name is and this is my wife. We are the parents of baby….” He said, “No. Who are you?” My ex husband started explaining again. The director said, “No who are you? We had to take your baby off life support and instead of dying she started breathing on her own. She is pink and off the respirator laying in there on room air. Her gut is healed. We have seen this kind of miraculous intervention but only in the instance of the parents or family being important spiritually. Who are you?”

At this time we had no idea there was anything different or special about either of us or our families. We told him we called our pastor and the deacons prayed. He said that might be it but he had seen prayer vigils before and they never work unless there is some special call or spiritual relationship in the parents. He was so certain he was right he said we just had not seen it yet but it was coming. There was a divine presence in our lives.

She lived.

She came home to us. The little boy who was so much the better fetus did live but he got a blood infection and was severely damaged with multiple sclerosis and other things like that. More evidence of how astounding her being alive really is. I did not know until a few months later in some follow up return visits to the neonatal ward that the director of the neonatal ward had been threatened by the local occult. He had pentagrams burned in his front yard and painted on his house. The occult attempted to kidnap his daughter from school.

The neonatal ward continued to call me to help the more demanding parents get through those first devastating hours when their baby is place in the neonatal ward. I was just a listening ear that had been there. Then one day the director called to say they had chosen my family to represent the neonatal ward and be interviewed by the Independence Mo news paper. We agreed to the interview. The articles ran on the front page in two consecutive Sunday papers. Our family was then targeted by the local occult. My daughters life was threatened. The local peace officers had to whisk up away to “safe houses” over the first three or fours years of her life. We moved seven times in those three years to keep ahead of them.

It was a very literal time. Angels literally attended us. This and that “demon” or not human entity would unmask and growl some disgusting threat. The occult tried to kidnap my first daughter from school. I home schooled her for a while. I studied the Bible and read extensively about all things God during this time. I was in boot camp. I know that now.

The journey with Jesus through the corridors of time were not “in” time/space continuum. Even though it would seem to me that happened years after my daughters were born and the fight with the occult happened. It is not linear time. So the power base for the occult and others the ashera poles were gone in Israel and their power was broken when my second daughter was born and she thrived instead of died.

Ch 49 The Original Identity Theft-Next visitation: Jesus smashes the Ashera Poles in Israel

Soon after Creator God showed up in my tiny studio apartment in the thunder cloud manifestation, I had another visitation. One day I was sitting in my comfy chair at home and Jesus appeared standing before me. He said, “Would you like to go have some fun?” I said, “YES!” He said, “Let’s go”. Jesus took my physical hand with his physical hand and we walked through the corridors of time together. As we walked through time, Jesus would turn to the right or to the left. He would open the doors of the prisons where emaciated souls were captured with the keys of the kingdom on his belt to release the captive souls imprisoned there along the way. The prison cells appeared to me to be like the medieval prisons with steel bars for doors and cement floors. Jesus would stop, turn to the prison door, insert the key into the lock and the gate would fly open. The souls held captive there would rise straight up into the “bosom of Abraham” that was anxiously awaiting their return and keeping watch that no one got lost. Each and every soul made it safely into the outstretched arm of Abraham.

I do not know how long we walked in earth time or how far. We talked and laughed along the way. The “corridors of time” are not in the time/space continuum so there is no way to record how long the trip took or how far. When we arrived at the time of Elijah in Israel, we stepped out of the corridor into the land of Canaan. Israel had never obeyed the command of CREATOR GOD the Father to destroy the Ashera poles. Those Aherah poles were scattered all through the land of Israel. Those Ashera poles are the power base for all the witches and warlock and witchcraft and the gods and goddesses and demigods…. through out earth history.

I watched as Jesus took an ax and chopped down a near by Ashera pole. He looked at me and said, “Go ahead. Have some fun!” I took an ax and chopped down an Ashera pole laughing and giggling through it all. We moved through the land of Israel together chopping down Ashera Pole after Ashera Pole. We laughed and giggled like two elementary school children at play. We would chop a pole and yell “TIMBER” We ran from pole to pole laughing and loving along the way. Chop Chop Chop….TIMBER! They all came down. I was sad to hear Jesus say that was the last one. Our job is done here. He took me by the hand again and we stepped back into the corridors of time. The return trip did not seem to take as long as the trip over into Israel because we did not stop to release any captives. All the prison doors were open. The prison cells were empty. The captive spirits were safely home.

And then we were back in my tiny studio apartment.

Jesus held me tight in his arms for a few minutes. He said he loved me and would never leave me or forsake me. He admonished me not to fear. He is always with me. He told me the time had come for all things to be fulfilled. And then he was just not there…………

The work we did chopping down the Ashera poles has not gone unnoticed by the throngs of Ashera/bell foreign god/idol worshippers among us today. Those poles were their power base. They have no power or authority now. The only thing they have left is make believe.

Ch 48 The Original Identity Theft-Fight or Flight

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 stalked me across the entire North American Continent. He sent his enormous yacht around the cape of good hope 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 had saved me and preserved me again.

CH 47 The Original Identity Theft-The regime deciding what to do with me-intruders in my house

My local church pastor found out the girls had told me to watch for the B I G S I G N. It was 9/11. They were right. I did not miss it. He caught them gloating at me in line for choir. H was furious with them. The pastor of the church threw me out of the church before the next Sunday Service saying the lady in charge of the meeting I went to decided who went and who stayed and I had not made a good impression on her. I was out. Get out. I left. Of course.

One night that week as I slept in my second floor master suite in my home, I awakened to the sound of someone getting into my house with a key. I was shocked. No one else had a key to my house that I knew of. I was shocked and paralyzed with fear. I did not breathe in case they could hear me. I did not get up out of my bed. I could not reach a phone to call 9/11. I was upstairs in my bed and they were downstairs talking about me like I was not there. They were deciding if they thought I could be “trained” or “brought around to their way of thinking”. They decided I would not turn. They decided I would not break. They knew where I was in the house. They knew I could hear them and was listening to them. They taunted me by starting to come up the half flight of stairs and then backing down them. One guy came upstairs and went into every room on the second floor but my bedroom. Apparently, they wanted me to know they could get to me any time they wanted. One of the intruders was a local policeman I had worked with. This was pure intimidation for intimidation sake.

In their deliberations, they decided not to go through with their plans that night. They would put it off a few weeks to see if I got smart. If not. They still had time to deal with me.

They did not waste time. At the end of October 2021 I was attacked. I should have died from the trauma. The doctors knitted me a new body. I have less than 9 feet of bowel left including large bowel, small bowel, and ileocecum. Every one normally has 29 feet.

I moved my central location back to Kansas City. The FBI I knew there came to my home to ask me more questions about what I knew about 9/11 and what was going on now. I answered each question thoroughly at length this time. The officers told me I was very detailed and very specific and there was no discrepancies or holes in my story. They believed I was telling the truth. I was then relocated to the east coast to be closer to the USCC Home office.

Before all that could happen, USCC, DC put me on paid leave and sent me to a psychiatrist for psychiatric evaluation to see if I could be a kook or volitle. I went to all their sessions and took all their tests. I PASSED WITH FLYING COLORS AND WAS RETURNED TO MY POST WITH USCC, DC ALL BACK PAY RESTORED. I say that with emphasis because the smear campaign ran on me was pretty thorough. It was a lot of vindication to be cleared and sent back to work with USCC same position back pay restored. But this did not clear up all the lies or stop the plethora of misinformation perpetrated on me. Those people do not give up and are too anxious to find something out about anybody that makes them as bad as they feel they are. This is all about them and it is all on them.

An important thing for you to notice now is that one of the police officials I had worked with in my official capacity and who had been involved with protecting me from harm inflicted on me was in that group who was in my house that night they came in with a key. The police members of the group intruding on me in my own home that night had been my friends.

Authors Note:

I have very recently in 2025 learned or been told by a pastor on the east coast that “they”, meaning himself and authorities, the powers that be in the new paradigm, have keys to every house in every town across the US. No matter if it is rented or owned by the ones living there. No one is exempt or has escaped.

The “system” was allowed to put a spin on the story about what happened to me that led to my extensive surgical reconstruction. According to the spin doctors, I had a bowel disease and that is why I had to have all that abdominal surgery. The surgeon who knitted me a new body said in his operation notes there was no inflammation in my bowel. The pathology labs on the bowl sections they took came back negative for parasites and negative for inflammatory bowel disease. I was not sick. I did not have a bowel disease and according to the actual tests and findings on my actual bowel, I NEVER HAD.

Since the system was allowed to spin the story USCC did not pay my medical bills and they did not pay me for my recovery time. I sent my written testimonies from the mechanics that repaired my cut steering panel and brake lines as proof I was targeted by groups of American right in my own town. USCC retaliated by sending me to a psychiatric evaluation. I passed the psychiatric test with flying colors. Easy. First time around. In fact the psychiatrist did not perform all the tests ordered by USCC because they were a waste of time. I was absolutely completely normal. I was normal then. I am even more normal now. Because I have understanding of more of the mechanisms that were targeting me and I understand more about why I am a target.

We war not with flesh and blood………

Ch 46 The Original Identity Theft-9/11 the next encounters.

I had other experiences with that church where I attended and sang in the choir and went to pizza with the two young girls. My local pastor found out the girls had told me to watch for the B I G S I G N. The pastor was furious with them. He caught them bloating with me before the second service the Sunday after 9/11. He shouted at the girls not to tell me anything about that. They were right. The attack on the trade towers is what they were referring to when they talked about the B I G sign that the whole world would see and no one would miss.

That choir practice, a more Senior woman in the alto section invited me to go to a meeting with her. I sat by her in choir. We carried on conversation so when she asked, I said I would be happy to go to a meeting with her. She was in charge of the distribution of funds for the local American Veterans Association. I bumped into a honorably discharged soldier living in a derelict building near down town homeless with checks for thousands of dollars in their pockets being taken advantage of by predators who promised to help the soldier if he signed over his check. I told her about the soldier and she had said she would take care of it. So I actually thought the meeting she was inviting me to had to do with Veterans somehow. She volunteered to pick me up for a ride to the meeting. I said yes. When we got there the room was empty. There was a stage up front but no chairs. I thought that was odd.

It turned out to be a party indoctrination location. The woman I counted as a friend and who invited me to come was the leader. She took her position up on the stage and asked me to join her. I did join her still thinking this had something to do with the VA and the soldier I gave her. I was wrong.

There were a few hundred who attended the meeting. They filed in one by one and took positions standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the stage. There were a few hundred who attended the meeting. She stood on stage and told about a person who was a “target”. No one in the room knew the person but they were all going to be the enemy of that person. My friend would say a sentence and the group repeated it back word for word to her in unison over and over until they got it. The sentences said the person was immoral. The target person used drugs. The target person drank heavily, smoked a lot and was mentally ill. Then my friend gave them sentences to cover each of those lies. The attendees in the room stood shoulder to shoulder packed in like sardines with empty zombie looks on their faces. They repeated each of the sentences over and over until all spoke with one voice. Then she made a gesture with her arm her index finger pointing to the door that signaled for them to go. To leave the room. And they did.

These participants in this meeting are American Citizens. Your neighbors. The ones sitting next to your in the pew at church. Your pastors. The call from the Secret Service was brief. The night of 9/11 President Bush made his speech about “the enemy within”. He coined the phrase for these subversive factions as “American Al-Qaida”. American Al-Qaida on our soil. Our own American Citizens. The media put a spin on it and accused Al Qaida in the middle east. The “American Al-Qaida” trained for war in the deep back woods in Arkansas. Home of our next US President.

I rode home with my friend after that indoctrination meeting scared for my life. I had no idea why she had chosen to invite me to the meeting. To what end? For what purpose? I was sure I was not who they thought I was. I did not want them to find out who I was until I got out of that car. It would not be in my favor for that group to know my involvement with 9/11. The woman who invited me pushed the issue. She asked specific questions about my religious beliefs and political stance. I told her the truth and had the balls to stand up to her. She was very angry saying I had led her on. I have no idea where she got that. I do not think she and I had ever talked about political agenda or faith. I had talked to her about the church and the choir and the veteran I met since she was the contact for the Veterans Administration in the area. That is all.

For a very long time I felt sorry for that woman targeted in the meeting. She was a wife, a mother, a teacher, and a leader in her church. The defamation campaign they waged against her destroyed her life. Her husband divorced her. She lost her children and could not teach anymore.

I now suspect I am the woman targeted in that meeting. Me. That is my story. That is what happened to me. It seems to me she had me stand at the front of the stage so the participant zombies would recognize me. I glibly stood there. She must have thought I was the dumbest human being ever to grace planet earth. Maybe I was. I had no idea the purpose for the meeting. I had no idea the purpose for having me attend. I had no idea why she had me stand next to her on stage as she said the sentences and the attendees repeated them verbatim. I did not repeat any of the sentences. I did not participate with her. It only began dawning on me after a decade or more as the things they said would happen to the unknown woman actually happened to me. I think it is possible I was the target all along.

Chapter 44 The Original Identity Theft-9/11 in the United States

Everyone who was of age in time/space on 9/11 remembers where they were that day and what they were doing just like the day President John Kennedy was assassinated or Martin Luther King gave the “I have a dream” speech. So where were you? What were you doing when the emergency alert system sounded the alarm? I first heard there was going to be something happen in the US 8 days before the events unfolded on 9/11.

One night after choir practice at church, a young girl in my soprano section asked me to go to get a pizza with her and her good friend after choir practice. I said sure. Of course. And looked forward to pizza with them. They were bubbling so much with excitement, I thought they were going to burst. We finally got to the pizza parlor and got the order placed. While we waited for the pizza to come, they told me a detailed story about how there was going to be a very big sign. Someting B I G weas going to happen. It was sooo B I G the whole world would see it. I was going to be sooo happy! They told me within two weeks everything was going to change. Victory would be won.

OK I was a bit weirded out but I was impressed by their enthusiasm. So, I told them I would in fact watch for a sign and then would get back to them if I saw it. I asked them to let me know if I missed it. They laughed and assured me I would not miss it. Little did I know they were trying to clue me in that the paradigm shift was about to begin. The second beast, which is the global banking cartels, was about to make their first strike on the global economy.

Eight days later, I walked into an appointment with a member/client of the United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC in my most western Kansas part of my territory as United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC representative. When I arrived my owner member said “Have you seen what’s on television?” I said of course not. I have been on my way here. He said, “Cummeere.”

I followed him into his office where his entire staff was glued to the TV in his console. The picture there was of the twin towers in New York City. One of the towers was burning and the commentary was that a small plane had flown into the trade tower. As we stood there around the television discussing this tragedy, the second plane literally flew into the second trade tower right next to it. We saw it happen.

I stood fixed to the TV. First thing out of my mouth was “We are at war.” We stood glued to the TV as the commentators told the nation there were more planes headed for the white house in DC and the pentagon. The business owner, member of United States Chamber of Commerce DC and my client, asked me what he could to do help. I said write me that big fat check you were going to write and I will get to work. He said make sure I get to do business while we fight this war. I said I will let him know when I find out what more we can do here.

I got a phone call on my cell phone on that long stretch of open highway back east from western Kansas. The caller identified himself as US Secret Service assigned to protect the President. He said, “I understand, Miss Bryson, you have some information about the events happening now. Please tell me what you know. In the next 2 or 3 minutes on the phone with the Secret Service I very briefly told him about the pizza with my church choir friends who said watch for the B I G sign. In my capacity as United States Chamber of Commerce, DC representative I bumped into some extremist groups that thought the US economy had to fall for Jesus of come. I also found the KKK had populated a large city block of a town in my district. These radical groups had threatened me and my life and bragged about taking down our government. I gave him names dates times and places as I could remember driving down the highway. We were only on the phone about 2 minutes. That phone call was the reason Airforce One was diverted from Wichita KS and the Boeing plant on the Airforce base there where Airforce One was headed to be reoutfitted for war to a secondary designation used to outfit Airforce One in Nebraska. President Bush was on board.

As I drove back into town where I lived, there was a definite air of panic in the streets. Business owners were calling me to find out what I knew and what I needed them to do to help.

I learned later there had been a fake order sent to the air force base to deploy all the soldiers. The airbase was empty. The back gates swung open. No one was there to guard Airforce One had it landed there. It was the plan to capture President Bush in the Airforce Base in Wichita, KS, kill Vice President Cheny at the White House in Washington, DC and kill as many of the generals as possible in the Pentagon to stop or reduce the ability of our military to wage a defensive strike. It was reported in the next few days there were 3 people who reported to FBI and Secret Service on 911. One in AZ. One in the Midwest and One on the East Coast. I was the woman in the middle of the country that provided information to the authorities when they called.

I never met the other two and really have no idea who they are. As for me, this 2 minute phone call made me a target for the factions that masterminded and carried out the military attacks on our US Soil on 9/11. There have been several attempts on my life. One time my brake line on my car was cut. Once they cut my steering wife in the steering column of my car. I have a written testimony from the mechanic who fixed the steering mechanism saying it was for sure sabotage and not just normal wear. Both were cut and left frayed to break soon. I contacted USCC both times and filed the proper reports. I made the proper police reports. I stopped by the local FBI in Wichita and Kansas City. I had some cell phone numbers the KC FBI gave to me I could call if I got into serious trouble. The serious trouble came fast. The next attempt on my life came in October 2001. The next month after 9/11.