Tag: 9-11

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-indoctrination meeting.

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.