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Ch 60 The Original Identity Theft-Mithras take my second daughter

My second daughter was in public school living at home with my ex husband and I. She came home one day absolutely shivering with fright. She demanded we drive her out to the middle of a corn field so she could talk to us. She would not say what was scaring her. She just bawled uncontrollably and shook so much her teeth were chattering. She told us we had to do something immediately or something terrible was going to happen. She told us we had to move away from there to another place far away. That is all she would say. She would not tell us what she thought was going to happen or why she thought that. With no more to go on that her obvious fright we tried to reassure her. We set up code words and secret meeting places if we get separated. This was not enough. She was inconsolable. We should have listened to her. I tried to hold her. She collapsed. Her dad picked her up and held her. We had absolutely no background to even know what questions to ask to get enough information to act appropriately in her behalf.

Her grades did drop immediately. My straight A student was failing her courses. Her school counselor called my ex husband into her office to talk with us. My second daughter was not even handing in the home work we completed together in the evening. The school counselor said she had no friends. She lost all her friends. There was one Jewish girl she still friends with. The counselor said they were too close. Like it was a pact you and me against the world. The counselor instructed us to separate my second daughter from her trusted friend. We were stupid and scared of the system because of what they had done to our first daughter. So, we did what the counselor demanded from us. We separated her from her friend. She was all alone. Isolated. We did not have her back. We gave her no support from her family. She could not count on us to be there for her. She had no place to go.

This was a bad mistake. My second daughter finally fell to the pressures of the interrogation rooms she was put in. I found out about 10 years later these interrogation rooms put the subject for the session in the middle of a dark room with one lone light bulb hanging from the center of the room. They would put the target under the light. The other students would fill in the sides of the room. They would taunt the subject and spit on the subject and if they did not get any results they would eventually go to physically striking the child in the middle of the room. It is my understanding from the ones who have since told me about this it was important that the child in the center of the room being interrogated make up a story black enough and dark enough about how bad it was at home, lies about the parents, or the child in the middle of the room being interrogated would suffer stronger and stronger adverse consequences from the group of peers surrounding them. The longer the subject of the interrogation resisted the darker and deeper the lies the group of peers required to satisfy the meeting and be released. My daughter daughter finally at last fell to the pressures of the interrogation rooms and the peers in the room. She eventually said her dad was sexually abusing her. She said I was a witch a wiccan part of the dark arts. I am guessing this got her out of that room for the time being.

I wish I had known that was why my daughter came home from school screaming for us to take her to a corn field so she could talk to us. When we got her away from civilization she was too upset to talk to us. It just now occurred to me this second as I write this……… it is possible she was so frightened and confused in her mind she started twisting the situation and thought we might be angry and retaliate against our second daughter for telling the lies about us…… She just kept saying over and over you gotta do something. You gotta get us out of here. We actually thought she was talking about some kind of cold war with Russia! We were wrong. We set up escape routes and plans in case a foreign invasion or natural disaster. We were way off. Not even close. We confirmed for her we were no help to her and she could not count on us. I am sorry we missed the mark that far……….

The declarations she made against us as parents was a huge victory for the “system”. The Mithras. The New world order now had sexual charges and occult charges against our family. None of it was the truth. Of course. The statements were coerced under threat of bodily harm and retaliation. The system thought they had us. I fought for her too.

She was 14 when they took her. I stayed with her. Went to every hearing and every meeting that I knew was happening. My ex husband and I were separated now. I never saw him at any of the meetings or hearings. I thought he had abandoned her. I heard he moved to Arizona. I went through the court system and tried to get her back. Maybe they had her so brainwashed or frightened she just never came home. The judge would say we were good and viable parents. She could come home to us right now. All she had to do was say she wanted to go home. Every time for 4 years my second daughter would choose her foster care home over us.

Her foster parents were wealthy and well known in the area. She would come to me and say things like, “Your daughter is easy. She is easy to raise.” Like I didn’t think I could do it and did not want the responsibility or thought I was doing the best thing for my second daughter having her live with them.

NO NO NO NO NO. Never.

One day this woman came to me gloating about how she was in a panic to get to come home with us. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. I wanted to hold her and let her know I was there for her and would always take care of her.

I was not even ever allowed to say anything to her. Not even I love you.

She was a legacy. The red dragon must have been coveting her a long time. I stood for her in the heavenlies without ceasing. I warred against the beast with all I had and knew to do. Meanwhile back on planet earth in time space I was given the chance to bake her 16th birth day cake for her and I paid for to have a sweet 16 party! I helped fund her first car. I fought to keep the state from selling her violin to pay for her room and board. I understand she is still playing it now. I found out from her foster mom she did not even know my second daughter played violin. She did that all on her own. She stayed late at school in practice rooms to keep up the love of her life. Her music and the violin. Her foster mother was spiteful and nasty. She said “She is your daughter. She is not mine. I hope she comes back to you.” And her step mother left. I never encountered her again.

When she graduated from high school I did not get an invitation to the graduation ceremony. She took her foster mom. The foster mom came to me to gloat but ended up saying again, “Theresa she is your child. She is not mine. I hope she comes back to you.” OMG what was stopping her? I may never know.

Of course the step mother would not go to my second daughter and admit that. To this day my second daughter will not speak to me. I have always wondered if it was some sort of pact she made with her captors to keep us apart and keep her safe from harm. But I saw her with my ex husband after the final court hearing when she was 18 and aged out of the “system” so I am thinking it is more likely he and his father who vowed to kill me have more to do with it than the social system. She was gone. They did not have a good track record of keeping up with the ones who went through their program.

I have looked her up sense. I send her edible flower bouquets and Christmas gifts. She sends them back. It took me more than 15 years but I did find her. I flew into KCI and rented a car and drove to her home. I did not find her. Someone had warned her I was coming. In fact one of her high school students with a car rammed into my rental car. I ended up dealing with the police at the wreck site long enough she was gone. There was one young boy in her cul de sac rocking back and forth. I put my Christmas gifts and other things on her front porch. He continued to rock back and forth. I said Hi and introduced myself as the mother to the mom of that house. I asked him if he knew that family. He said uh huh. I asked him if he would let my daughter know I came all the way to see her and that I love her and hope she will get in contact with me. He said uh huh……I figured out later that was my oldest grandson. I wish it had occurred to me to ask when I was talking to him.

I heard a few things through some messengers who just show up in a grocery store or something. The message to me was that she was happy and healthy and doing well. I stopped trying to contact her fearing retaliation on her or my grandchildren.

Ch 59 The Original Identity Theft-Mithras take my first daughter

My first daughter had behavior disorder that was later called late onset autism probably secondary to the anesthesia from more than 50 surgeries by the time she was 8 years old or perhaps the measles/mumps/rubella shots she was injected with all at the same time by her pediatrician in Kansas City. We enrolled her in a boarding school for the deaf when she was 8 years old. She had become noncommunicative. The school was good for her. Sign language brought her out of the world she lived in to communicate with us and the world around her. She has been thriving since. The problem is we had to have a social worker to get it done.

At first the help looked like it was a good thing. We retained parental accesses and control. We made all the decisions about her care and education. The state paid for it. The legal term was “child in need of care”. It was a life saver for our family. My older daughter definitely needed some special programs and educational support to grow. We definitely needed financial assistance to make that happen for her. My first daughters medical bills could exceed 4 million a year. It seemed simple enough. We put her in this program “child in need of care” and she gets all the boarding schools and specialized training she needed to grow into a normal health happy adult human being. The first program we used was the boarding school for the deaf and it was miraculous. We did not see the danger or anticipate any trouble.

The problem was that little by little and without proper notification to us as her parents the legal social system in our home state slowly eroded our parental control of her life and they stopped paying for the deaf program. Without our knowledge or consent the program “child in need of care” deteriorated a benign category meaning the parents were good and it was a viable well functioning family that had been thrust into a financial obligation no family could reasonable be expected to meet to a legal category of child abuse. We had no idea. Our social worker who had taken such good care of our daughter and our family called us one day saying she was retiring. A new social worker would take over for her. She would call us soon. Even then we were not alarmed. Our first social worker was a very old woman. She had been taking care of families for many years. It seemed natural and right she would decide to retire. No alarms went off.

Soon her replacement called us. Said she was going over the record keeping of her predecessor. Demanded we come into her office for a meeting to discuss the problems with the paperwork. Still not seeing any need for alarm we did go to her office. She told us the social worker before her did not do her job. According to the replacement a couple of years before the state statutes changed the meaning for the designation “child in need of care” and she did not tell us. She did not update the paperwork. So effectively now we were criminals neglecting our children and she could remove them from our home. There were court hearings already set to correct the paperwork. We were not required to be there. It was already done. The hearings were a formality. Supposedly nothing would change. The changes in the category was supposed to be in response to the Federal Handicapped Legislation passed in the 1980s. It was presented to us as being a simple compliance with the new federal regulation. No worries for us as parents and her programs would not change.

It was a lie.

They were taking our children from us inch by inch by legal shell games and decree and we had no idea. We were rabbits in headlights. The proverbial frog in the frying pan that sits there and sizzles until it is cooked.

At first nothing did change. My first daughter finished her year at the boarding school for the deaf across the state. At the end of the year she was moved back to the Kansas City area in an attempt to have her closer to home. We were assured all was well we would just be able to see her more and she could spend more time with us as a family. This too was a lie. The facility in our area was not a boarding school because technically she did not live far enough away from us to qualify for a boarding school. The school was a public school and she was to be housed in a group residential facility!

OMG. Why not just bring her back home to her own bedroom with us? Remember the changes in the definitions of the category from the social worker. Now we were officially unfit parents and a danger to our child so she had to be protected from us meaning she had to be housed in a group home residential facility!

Now we woke up. We hired a legal advocate for her and our family. But the damage was done. We were informed if we had been present at those formality hearings where it was just a change in paperwork we could have protested and kept our parental rights. The enraging thing about this is that my ex father in law was a powerful attorney in the state and he knew all about this. He was so determined to destroy me and “free his son” he did not care about his grand daughter. This move was against me personally. It was wrong. I was left scrambling to find out what was left for me to be able to do for my first daughter.

The administrator of the residential facility was a Mithras. She is in service to the second beast from Satan. The second beast is finance and the “new world order” or one world government as conceived by George Soros and his economics teacher in England in the 1930s. The residential administrator unmasked to me. While it was unmasked it laughed in my face claiming victory. The Mithras said they all knew me. They recognized my position in Creator God. After doing her best to slime me she declared my children belonged to Satan. The Mithras had targeted my children to take them for Satan since the night of the hand to hand battle in my bedroom while my ex husband slept. The ray of light touched the hip of that Mithra who turned out to be an elder at the healing church we attended. How could one brush with a Mithra enrage the Red Dragon that much? The Mithra in charge of the boarding facility that housed my first daughter informed me they were going to take both my children my entire family my health and all my wealth my position and anything that was mine in The Original Being The One Creator of all that is.

I tried to engage her in physical hand to hand combat. I won the first one. She laughed uproariously. Literally she roared with laughter in that beast mode. She asked me if I thought they the Mithras were so dumb as to ever get into a direct physical confrontation with me again. This confirmed to me she knew about the battle with the church elder and the outcome. It was a rhetorical question.

She put on her human mask as her employees approached. They obviously thought she was the greatest thing to happen to child protective services in years. She was known as the protector of the helpless. They worshipped her, this one who was an ethereal beast.

The members of the new world order in service to that Mithras administrator burned my first daughter with cigarettes after I would have a state sanctioned and authorized visit with her. I took pictures of the burns and the scars and sent them to the state. They twisted it against me saying I was the one who burned her.

The house staff took her out into the boonies in the back of a staff car and had man after man after man come rape her. I got that information from one of the staff who did not like it. She told me it would not happen to my first daughter as long as she was working there. She was never there again. My first daughter was a simple person with the mind of an 8 or 9 year old even though she was around age 16 in earth years. She said called me and asked me if I would have them cut of her boobies. She thought they would not like her so much if she did not have her boobies.

They hid her in closets with rats and cock roaches starving her in the closet while they were in the adjacent room eating turkey and pot roast cooking it so she had to smell it. They told me they would stop the abuses as soon as my daughter renounced me as her mother and told the authorities about the child abuse I did to her. My first daughter never did this. She endured the tortures. She lost all her weight down to skin and bones. Still waiting to see me and running to me to hold her when we had state mandated visits. I recorded all she told me on those visits to turn them in to the authorities. But the abuses got worse. I was warned not to say anything or she would suffer the consequences.

I fought for my first daughter. I spent every penny I had and more on attorneys and court hearings to get her out of that place where the Mithras was administrator and back in my custody as her parent. I was at the point of success. I had been granted having my parental rights restored. The psychiatrist who was to attest to my ability to take care of her and that I was a fit parent for her did not do it. He spewed out a lot of nothingness saying he was not aware of what the hearing was for. The judge put my daughter back into the hands of the Mithras.

I had one more visit with her. I was to take her to Walmart to spend her weekly pay check and buy her a Whopper at Burger King. It was a set up. As I was driving her back to the facility I was pulled over by the police. My daughter knew him by name. He asked if she was alright. Of course she said yes she was having fun with her mommy. He said the facility had reported I was kidnapping my daughter. He was there to remove her from my car and escort me and her to the facility for an impromptu hearing. My first daughter said, “Oh that is ridiculous”. She refused to move out of the seat. The officer knew both of us and let me drive her the rest of the way to the facility. The Mithra was furious at the officer. She then turned on me and asked me what was going on. She tried to insinuate her little sister had reported me as a danger to them and that I had plans to kidnap them. My first daughter again said that is ridiculous. We were at a standoff. They lured her over to one of them on the side with some candy. The Mithra said for me to come into the building for the hearing. The officer was still standing there awaiting their instruction to cuff me. My daughter saw it and started screaming MOMMIE! MOMMIE! DONT GO MOMMIE! I LOVE YOU MOMMIE! PLEASE DO NOT GO! DO NOT LEAVE ME HERE!

And she disappeared into the building. I was fixed in place for a second. Then I knew I had to save myself to be able to fight another day. I turned and ran to my car and took off. That is the last time I was ever able to see my second daughter or have any information or contact with her.

I have no words in my vocabulary to express what happened to me th

In case you are thinking we somehow deserved this and it will never happen to you……. think again. It is written there is nothing that happens to any of the True Sons of God that is not common to all…. take heed to yourselves.

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 43 The Original Identity Theft-The new world order/one world government has been in progress for decades-sex ed in the schools

In the cold war between The United States and Russia, Khrushchev famously declared “We will take down the United States of America without a shot”. And they have been going about doing that since them and maybe even before. One of the first lines of attack was our schools. Getting to shape the minds of our children early, in the formative years. My personal experience with this was with the beginning of sex ed in school. The trip into moral decay and decadence was planned and carried out in our institutions.

I have a teaching degree in special education that includes behavior disorder and I did teach in the public school for a while. As the special education teacher, I was pulled out of my class room to monitor any assembly the school had for the “normal classes”. One day I was pulled from my class room with little notice and a room monitor was put in place just to keep order in my classroom. When I arrived in the assembly the room was full of 4th graders, both girls and boys. I took my position in the back of the room and watched as they were teaching 4th graders, 9 year old children, both boys and girls together at the same time from the front of the room with slides and videos about human sexuality. I protested and started to leave the room. The principal caught me and told me to get back in there or I was fired. I decided those children needed some protection and someone had to witness what was going on in there to tell the story so it could be stopped.

As the “assembly” progressed the speaker briefly told the children they were old enough to know about human reproduction. The lights were dimmed. She showed those children assembled a sexually explicit film with cartoon characters doing the sex act. The use of cartoon characters was to keep the film from being labeled pornography. The male reproductive organs were displayed and explained as well as the female productive organs and how they looked inside and outside the body. The film demonstrated how the male sex organ entered the female body at the point of her reproductive organs. The film demonstrated how the male organ entered the female and moved up and down. The children were appalled. Some cried One girl wet herself. It ended there. Nothing in the film told them that is how babies are made. No one said, “girls you are going to get pregnant if you do this”.

The lights came up in the room. No questions were allowed. The speaker did briefly go over what they had just seen. Then she brought out a condom and a banana. She told the boys their organ would grow big and get hard. When it did they were supposed to go find a girl and it it in her like the movie had shown them. The instructor said that before the boy put himself inside the girls body he was supposed to put this jacket on himself. She held up a condom. She placed the condom at the top of the banana and rolled it down. Once he had on his jacket he was supposed to put himself inside the girl of his choice.

Then this woman woman turned to the 4th grade girls, 9 year old girls, and told them this was a natural process. The boys would come to them when it was time to put themselves insider their body. They boys would know when that was. They had no choice in the matter. Their body belonged to the boy and was made specifically for this purpose. When they were approached by any boy, they had to let the boy put himself inside them.

I walked out. I headed straight for my pastors wife in her office at the church. She was in charge of the children’s program at church and also worked with the local school district on curriculum. She was a social worker in this small town. I collapsed and she greeted me. She asked me if I was ok. I said no. I had just come from the 4th grade assembly.

She sat back in her chair with a great big smile on her face and said, “Oh, you were allowed to take part in that! Wonderful. How did that go?” I sat back for a minute and let her facial expression and body language soak in. I said, “You knew about this?” She said, “Yes. Of course. I helped bring the assembly here. In fact I suggested it. How did it go?” Please note. This was my pastors wife. She taught the young girls Sunday school.

My mind was doing flip flops but caution gripped me. I settled down and smiled as nicely as I could. I said something to answer her curiosity and got out of there so I could think.

It was institutionalized. The federal department of education, social services, and our local school leaders had worked together to bring this “sex education” to our 9 year old children. I knew I could not be part of the moral destruction of this generation of children. This happened in the 1980s. Gen X. Later knows as the lost generation.

Soon after the ” 4th grade assembly” and in answer to it, the superintendent of schools held a social, a dance for the attendees of the meeting who saw the videos and received the training. I was forced to monitor the event as usual. My job was just to make sure everyone played nice in the sand box so to speak. Keep order. I did that with ease. But, I noticed there were an awful lot of the children leaving the lunch room area where they held the social and dance and were going down the halls where the classrooms were. I followed along to see what what going on.

It seems the teachers passed out condoms to all the children as they entered the dance. The students were going to the classrooms and trying out the new toys. The boys were choosing this and that girl and following the instructions in the film. The girls were following along because they were told they had to. That really upset me. The boys got to choose and the girls had no choice.

The girls had no control over their own body or who took advantage of her. But, the thing that made me leave teaching forever was the principal of the school came to the rooms and scolded the children for all the condoms left on the floors in the rooms. When an 9 year old girl got pregnant, they denounced her and defamed her and her family publicly for immorality. As a punishment, the principal of the school who set up the sex ed assembly in the first place cancelled the expected class trip at the end of the year for that class. The reason being the students were too immoral and did not deserve the graduation trip.

I got out of education immediately.

Jesus hand picked each of us who are alive in planet earth today for this specific point at the end of time are here specifically because our quality and character is essential for CREATOR GOD to squelch the rebellion. We were made for this specifically armed and supplied for the task. This is our why. This is our purpose. CREATOR GOD put us here to do. Do not fear. Push out the doubt and indecision and get it done.

The Theresa

CH 39 The Original Identity Theft-My personal identity theft-My story

My first encounter with identity theft personally was when I was 10 years old. My dad made a bank account for me so he could drop some money in it over time to build for my college education. Of course I worked summers and odd times. At least half of what I made went in that account. Dad would often match my deposit. Dad got the bank statement in the mail at home. The account had his name on it. One day he came to my room ready to rip me a new one. I was not supposed to touch the money in that account and the money was going somewhere. I finally convinced Dad I had not been using the money so that the took me downtown to the bank branch to find out where the money had gone. A person in a not so far town but in another state had a name very similar to my name and her account number was the same as mine but the last two numbers in the accounts were reversed. Back then data entry was done by stenographers. When the steno reversed the last two numbers in the other persons account the account number was my bank account number and her debits came out of my account. It took some convincing to get dad to believe it. The bank corrected the accounting errors and I had my money back. This seemed so completely innocent that neither of us were told to change our account numbers. The bank officers were certain it would not ever happen again. The bank said they would watch it. No harm no foul. I would learn much later how much trouble this was to be for me.

No one knew about or talked about “identity theft” because the concept did not exist yet and the word combination did not exist in the every day vernacular. Since it did not have a name it did not exist.

I did not think anything more about identity theft or the girl who was about my age who lived in the next state and occasionally got tangled up in my bank account until 20 years later. I was a representative for the United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC. It was the year 2000. We had all globally escaped Y2K but people were still skittish so I was quite busy. In my job for USCC I visited members and legislators all over my district. As I entered each new town in my district for the first time the first thing I did was stop by the police station and tell them I was in town making calls on businesses. I produced my USCC badge and they checked me out to confirm I was legitimately with USCC DC. When my credentials checked out I was free to meet with the business owners in their town. The second thing I did in every new territory was stop by the local chamber of commerce office and introduce myself to the local chamber executive.

One day I stepped in the door of the local chamber and introduced myself as the National Chamber Representative for the town. The Chamber Executive said to come sit in his office for a minute. He would be right back. Well. He took a bit of time and acted a little strange. I started thinking Maybe he was upset at the National Chamber showing up in his town. I called the US Chamber as I sat there in his office and asked if there were any issues with this town and the local chamber of if I was ok to be there. It came back clean. As far as they knew at home office in DC no one had ever been to this little town. I was the first. I was glad I had stopped in to the local police to let them know I was in town.

The local chamber executive finally came back into his office and sat down as his desk. He apologized for keeping me waiting so long. Then he told me a very strange story. He said he could not believe his eyes when I walked into his chamber. Then when I shook his hand and showed my badge and my name was on the badge he said he almost gasped. He had put me in his office while he went to get his secretary to call the elementary school. It seems the kindergarten teacher there in that town looked just like and had the same name.

His son was in that kindergarten class with my look alike. He drove there to check it out for himself. She was in fact in the classroom with his son. I was sitting under the watchful eye of his Chamber Secretary. He said we were definitely identical. I had a double.

He told me I needed to get this fixed because she was “not a nice lady”. He said the school district was shocked a person with such impressive education credentials would want to come to work in their tiny town for the wages they could pay. Then they found out she was teaching kindergarten Monday, Wednesday, Friday mornings then going to a near by city whoring at night. She made quite a name for herself in that other town as a porn queen. The parents at the kindergarten were upset she was the teacher for their 4 and 5 year old children but the credentials were too impressive to pass up. The local chamber executive kept saying over and over how he could not believe how much we looked alike. I finished my official business with him. I met with the business owners of the town. And I left. I did not pursue the issue at the kindergarten class at the school.

It was several weeks later when I got a phone call from my Alma Matter. The Dean of Education there said they were getting calls from this district in this little town where the double was teaching kindergarten. The parents were very upset. My Dean of Education said, “There is a duplication on your degree. We have issued two diplomas on one set of classes. We think we know who the real student who finished the classes but we have to have something from you to confirm that. You gotta send us something from those classes. Something that will back our decision” When we get your documents showing you took the classes we will correct the mistake with the school district that is bringing this to our attention.

I did not have any of the documents from my college days by that time. They were with my ex husband. I did contact him. He did still have my files. He told me he sent them to the Dean of Education. I did not follow up with him and confirm anything. The University did reissue my diploma. But, it was much later that I put it together that this double in the little town teaching kindergarten on my credentials was the same girl whose bank account number was the same as my bank account number with the last two numbers reversed when I was 10 years old. She had been using my personal financial information for more than 20 years. Soon I got a call from a university in Nebraska saying I owed them thousands and thousands of back school loans. Of course that was not me. I am in Missouri. They did some signature studies and the signatures on the loan came out being the same as mine! It was like I signed for those school loans. My ex husband was the son of a very good attorney. My father in law told us how to prove I was not the one who signed for the loans. And I did not have to pay them back. She showed up at my Ear Nose and Throat doctors office a few days after my appointment. The doctors office called me very astonished but they knew there were two of us….. And she was the one not paying her bill. They cautioned me that it could be very difficult for me if she kept showing up where I was.

IF I had not bee the district manager with the United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC I would not have gone to that little town and walked into the office of the Local Chamber of Commerce. I might never have known she was using my identity for her personal gain. I understand she lost her job teaching kindergarten. I heard the university pressed charges. I did not press charges. I should have. That was not the last I heard from her. She has caused me a great deal of trouble because she has chosen to live her life as me. She assumed my life. Teaching on my credentials. As this continues to unfold it is clear Satan is setting up people to live duplicate lives against the True Sons of GOD to cause damage and confusion to be able to win the war. Satan cannot create anything. He can only duplicate and copy the original.