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Ch 57 The Original Identity Theft-encounter with Mithras-fight for my children is on

I shared with you my first encounter with a Mithras. It was not my last encounter or my most devastating. The fight for my children was ON! The red dragon attacked my health, my ex-husbands fidelity, my daughter’s health, our family relationships and dynamics, and every other aspect of our lives.

One of the things the red dragon works to accomplish in the lives of the True Sons of Creator God is to separate them out and isolate them so he can defeate them. It is written wherever two or more are gathered in MY name I will be there. It is also written a threefold chord is not quickly broken. If Satan has any hopes of defeating or deceiving a True Son of Creator GOD he has to isolate him. Please take note of this.

My next encounter with the beast Mithras was a fight for my children. This is my first encounter with the “new world order” the one world government to be ruled by the second beast that comes up out of the sea of glass under the the abiding place of CREATOR GOD. Since Israel’s 8 day war, the first beast, the whore church set up by Constantine in the third century AD, has been in the process of turning over its power to the second beast as itis described by the Apostle John in prison and exiled on the Isle of Patmos. This exchange of power was accomplished on the second Sunday in November 2010. The new paradigm is in place and functioning well now and will continue until the sky rolls back like a scroll and the son of man is revealed.

There has been much talk and much written about “the new world order”. I was listening to the speech President George W Bush gave where he introduced the term “new world order” into common vernacular. Just like every other schemem from Satan this was a diversionary tactic to deceive the true sons of Creator GOD into wafting at dust bunnies and fighting smoke circles. While the Bushes are world class power brokers it is my opinion George W Bush is not the dreaded “antichrist”. There is one who is very suspicious and must be watched with great intensity of focus.

His name is George Soros. Look him up. Here is some background information you might find in a google search. George Soros was born in Budapest Hungary in 1930 as Gyorgy Schwartz. He escaped teh communist takeover o fRussia as a teenager and enrolled in the London School o fEconomics in 1947. This is when he changed his surname to Soros and took on the more anglicized George form of his name Gyorgy. It was during his studies at the LOndon School of Economics he, Gyorgy Schwartz, and and a world renowned economics professor he studied under at London School of Economics coined the pharase “new world order”. George Soros has spent his life in pursuit of a one world government. In 1956 he moved to New Yourk Cint in the United Sates of America and created an international hedge fund called the “QUANTUM FUND”.. It was activities of George Soros through his “QUANTUM FUND” that nearly crashed the British Pound Sterling and mad eGeorge Soros a billionaire. It is possible h is behind the efforts worldwide to devalue the dollar and crash the United States Monetary system to remove the United States Dollar as the currency for business around the world. His desire to bring the global banking system to bankruptcy is evident in the recent events with Greece and the devaluation of the Euro.

When I was invited by the woman in the alto section of my choir at church to attend a meeting she was holding for a group she belonged to at the church the entire scope and reason for having the meeting was because the United States Monetary system had to fall so Jesus could come. They were serving God by hastening the second coming of Jesus the Christ of GOD. I think it is quite ingenious of one who is probably the “antichrist” or at least an antichrist to deceive the masses of “sheeples” into serving the second beast in the guise of somehow hastening the day of Jesus triumphant return.

The organizers of the indoctrination meeting had decided The United States was the Great Harlot in the book of Revelation with the merchants coming to her door because we are a Capitalist society buying and selling goods and services. They were ignoring the more descriptive parts of the description of The Great Harlot meaning she was seated on 10 hills. The United States of America has thousands and tens of thousands hills. Not just 10. That city is Rome. Vatican City.

Think about it. Organized religion set up by Constantine and the High Priest is the first beast. We know from the book of Revelation in the Christian New Testament the first beast turns over its power and control or influence to the second beast before the first beast sits down by Satan on the shores of the sea of glass in heaven to watch together the events as they unfold here in earths arena.

In the information age when every one knows everything about everything because of the world wide web, it is easy for Satan’s beasts working in tandem to deceive even the true sons into thinking they are “the army of GOD” in these last days during the tribulation and the great tribulation in service to Creator God ushering in the second coming and the millennial reign of Jesus the Christ.

Jesus says, “I would not have you be ignorant my brethren. In the last days perilous times will come. There will be wars and rumors of wars. Do not be deceived.”

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 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.

Ch 40 The Original Identity Theft-The Mock Society Study

I was required in my undergraduate studies in college to take a sociology course. Sociology was a new discipline, a new study at that time. I could take a lecture or a lab for my credits. I chose to take the lab because it consisted of a few night classes, one long weekend and a final test. It seemed like a pud course to me. I went to the initial class and sat right in front by the door. I sat there so I could get out fast.

We were given a syllabus for the lab at that first lecture the first day. The leaders of the class set up a mock society that we would live in for a 4 day weekend. The first few weeks they gave us personality tests so they could decide who would be the governor or lawyers or doctors or teachers or moms or cashiers or lawn care or street sweepers or homeless in the mock society. The leaders chose me to be the Governor of the first of two Mock Society 4 day weekends in this foundational study for Sociology, a new science.

I was given points for each of the different occupations the leaders had in the society and most importantly I was told each and every person in the Mock Society had to have a certain number of points at the end of each session, lets say 10 points, to be allowed to move through to the next session. If they did not have 10 points, they essentially died. Their expertise or place in society was gone, no longer available for the ______ of society. Some positions were assigned 30 points or more so effectively they could “save” two other people in the Mock society from extinction and still have their own 10 points to move through smoothly. Some positions had 25 points assigned to the, 20 points, 15 points, 10 points, 8 points, 5 points and the lowest in society had 2 points and had to find or create or beg the other 8 points to remain alive.

I should probably mention the grade we received in this Lab course for Sociology depended upon our performance in the Mock society and how long we lived, or how many sessions we were able to get the 10 points and participate in.

Each position in society came with a “job description” that outlined what they must accomplish in the hours allotted for the session. They had to accomplish their chores or duties or they were eliminated and their points were assigned to another participant who did complete their assignment.

I was Governor. Ruler. President. The highest official in the society. There were several hundred of us participating in each of the two Mock Society weekend experiments. I was Governor of the first weekend experiment.

You would think there would be many long sessions with the leaders and developers of the Mock Society experiment so they could give me instructions and tell me how to do my job. Uh Uh. I was handed my “syllabus” in the lecture in the classroom just like everyone else. They did not even announce who was what. We all opened our folders and there was our assignment. Mine was Governor as I have said and my instructions said, “Your job is to keep as many of those in your society alive for as long as you can. Your success as governor will be judged by the number of those in your society who are still participating at the close of the last session.”

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Really? I tried to ask them questions. They dismissed the room without a word. I had no idea what to expect or even what was going to be required of me. None. I was given 100 points and my own 10 points had to come out of them.

We could gain more points by accomplishments or building something in the society. The weekend experiment took over a building on campus so the grocery store was in one room and the doctors office in another etc. It was pretty easy to decide what ______ was needed by what jobs or positions our participants had. People just found others with their same job or in the same industry and took over a room. I had a few other “rulers” or “senators” or “police” or “first responders” who were basically assigned to me in the headquarters. We met. shared what our job description said and headed out of our space to see what was going on in the other industries. We came back together and each gave a quick report. It was very obvious we had to get the ____ structures in place and moving immediately. Food and shelter was first. Before we really got much in place, the warning bells sounded letting us know the first session was about over. The points would be counted and our success at completing our assigned tasks would be assessed. We were NOT ready. So I just went around to all the ones with the extra points and gathered up all the points they had over 10 and distributed them to those who did not have at least 10. Everyone survived the first session and made it to the next session.

But….these scientists were very clever. They set up the next session so that little tactic would not work again. If people did not have their chores complete they lost points so now there were not enough points in the society to keep everyone alive and through to the next session. Somebody had to grow and succeed and gain more points if everyone was going to live. Then staying alive was my directive.

We really did pretty good. We got food and shelter and medicine for everyone and people were going to their jobs and doing them. We planned new roads and planted food and had chickens and cows. We were a minimally functioning society and every one lived to go to the next session. We were gaining steam! We had extra points and used them to buy supplies to use in our projects to grow our society.

Late in the second day, at the end of the sessions for that day, the game changed completely. The researchers sent a disaster into our society. Now my job was to move the resources around to make sure everyone survived. And with the help and cooperation of everyone, we succeeded. Just as we got our society back up and running again the scientists sent in a new bigger disaster. The lower parts of the society like the homeless were particularly vulnerable. I had to provide for them and still maintain enough points for the people in the society with the positions and expertise to move us forward and provide the needs for everyone. We did barely succeed and everyone lived and made it to the next session and the society was different but rebuilt after that disaster.

At the end of the third day a massive “global” disaster event like the pandemic was introduced into the society. Now what? It was all on my shoulders as governor. Everyone was looking to me for direction and guidance. What was I going to do? What did I want and need each of them to do? Surprisingly, we made it. We put the society back together and gained enough points to keep each and every one of the original participants alive. We cheered and hugged and danced about thinking we had aced the course.

But no. Uh Uh. The leading scientists were actually very upset at us. Said we had failed miserably. Me most particularly. I failed the most.

Huh? How can that be? I brought each and every one of the participants through to the end. Everyone lived.

The scientists said but look around you. Everyone is hungry. The buildings still standing are not habitable. The society is dysfunctional. The people are living in squalor and you have no resources left to build again. You failed.

Me personally. I failed. I failed all who were participating (and some were planted there by the leading scientists) to see how I would handle disaster after disaster. The lesson I was supposed to learn was futility. At some point some of the society had to be sacrificed so the remaining participants could continue to grow and thrive and move the society forward. I wasted too much resource on what would never be able to become a contributing functioning part of a growing and thriving society. I never looked someone in the face and said we don’t need you anymore. Give me your points and go home. They were very disappointed I spent so much energy saving the expendable ones when I should have been shielding the producers who were busy building the society and moving us down the road to a better civilization and eventually a better life for all that were still alive in the experiment.

My understanding of my job and my responsibility to the participants and to the society only served to prove why “communism” does not work. Socialism does not work. All for one and one for all does not work. Individuals pulling their own weight in step with others pulling their own weight is the divine mode of operation.

Ch 28 The Original Identity Theft-Revelation 12:10-God’s Victory Messiah is King

Now have come God’s victory, power and kingship

And the authority of his Messiah;

Because the accuser of our brothers,

Who accuse them day and night before GOD

Has been thrown out.

They defeated him because of the Lamb’s blood

And because of the message of THE WITNESSES

Even when facing death

They did not cling to life.

Therefore, rejoice heaven and you who live there!

But woe to you, land and sea,

For the Adversary has come down to you,

he is very angry, because he knows that his time is short.”

Ch 21 The Original Identity Theft-Creation Day 6

Then GOD created by VOICE every kind of animal that crawls along the ground. GOD said, “let us make humankind in our own image and let them rule over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and all the animals all over the earth.

GOD blessed them saying be fruitful and multiply.

Then CREATOR GOD said to humankind, “I am giving every seed bearing plant and every tree with seed bearing fruit to you for food and every wild animal in which there is a living soul I am giving you for food.

GOD saw everything that he had made and it was good.

Evening and morning was the sixth day.