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Ch 54 The Original Identity Theft-Done with boot camp. The test.

We left the healing church that day. It took us a few weeks to decide to go back to church. Those weeks were like being lost in a desert in a sand storm. I had been so close to Creator GOD I felt I could reach out and caress his face. Now I could not see the nose on my own face. We did decide to find another church. The next congregation gave us some insight into the world of modern day Mithras. One of the junior pastors of that church was in fact himself a Mithras. He unmasked to me AND my ex husband. He would show up uninvited and walk around in my home in his real form. He told many stories about his home land England and the Mithras there. He said Mithras was the “patron god” of the United Kingdom.

We left that congregation. We moved again.

It seems fantastic to me now but God continued to use me in my new found office. It is called the “five fold ministry” and Jesus set it up this team of leadership for the believers before his crucifixion for the growth and training and protection of the called out ones that remained.

One of the Sunday mornings when we were in between congregations I was awakened and aware of God’s presence. This happens quite often in my customary quiet time in the morning. I read the Bible and wait to hear my marching orders for the day from Jesus. On this particular Sunday morning I was supposed to get the family up, dress us all for church, and start driving down highway 70 to the east. ?? Wow. Really? That had never happened before. Was this a test? It took courage to even tell my ex husband what directions I was receiving. But I did it. I got up the courage and told him we were supposed to get dressed for church and start driving down highway 70 to the east. I expected some push back but by this time he was so used to these moves of God in he he did not even question it. We dressed. Put the girls in the car and started driving. My ex husband asked periodically where we were going. I said I did not know. I would know when we got there. After an hour passed he suggested maybe I missed this one. I said I knew I would be told when we got there. Just keep driving.

Finally about an hour and a half straight down highway 70 there was an empty exit with no gas station or any other sign of life. It appeared to just go off into fields and pastures. I said, “Turn in here”. My ex noted there was nothing there. I said, “Turn in here.” He did and right on the other side of the over pass in the exit just behind a little hill keeping it from being visible from the highway was a tiny little church the size of a one room school house.

I said there. He said, “Well Ill be………”

We pulled into the yard and parked. I took the girls to the bathroom. He sat down back right side of the room. When I joined him the pastor introduced himself and welcomed us. We chatted for a bit. Then his congregation started coming in. My ex husband asked me if I was going to prophecy. My ex husband asked me if I was going to prophecy. I said I did not know. I had no idea why were were there. God just said go. So I went. I had no idea if this congregation even believed in prophecy in our day or the five fold ministry or Acts Chapter 2. IF the members there and the pastor did not already believe and receive I knew for a fact Jesus would not testify in that place. Jesus of Nazareth will not break a bent reed. He has never caused an ache to the heart or a tear to any ones eye. He would not give testimony to them if it was not already the belief and practice of the ones assembling together.

The pastor introduced himself. It was obvious we were visitors here. He asked us where we were from. We said Kansas City. He thanked us for visiting. Invited us to stay and have lunch with them after the service which is their Sunday custom. Then he opened the service with prayer.

We sang and praised and worshipped and then the congregation got quiet and waited for prophecy. So I knew the congregation believed in the second chapter of Acts and worked in the power gifts. This pastor clearly expected a testimony from Jesus from one of his congregation. But none came. We sang and waited for prophecy. None came. We sang and waited ……. At the direction of the Holy Spirit I prophesied when no one from the congregation brought forth. The word I was given was judged as true and accepted by the pastor and the elders there. It was a word of encouragement. A word of love from Jesus to them to go ahead and walk in the gifts given to them for the edification and provision to the church.

The pastor stood up and told the whole congregation he had been telling them IF they would not be obedient to the call and election of the Holy Spirit Creator GOD would send in a prophet from outside.

Wow. It would have been nice if Jesus would have clued me in where I was going and why I was going there and that the pastor was fasting for the gifts to function in his people. But as his witness called to give the Testimony of Jesus in the congregations my job is just to hear his voice and do it. Obedience without question or hesitation.

The pastor called out the one or two who he recognized had the call and was refusing to be obedient to the Spirit of Prophecy, testimony of Jesus in our day. The pastor admonished them. His sermon was on the gifts of the Spirit and the 5 fold ministry.

We did stay for pot luck lunch with them after the service. It turns out this tiny church was planted by the pastor of the healing church where I first prophesied, received my call and training, and was sent forth rather dramatically.

That was dynamic in itself. Come to find out the pastor of that tiny church was the best friend of a pastor in the town where my husband was born and grew up in the middle of the state. The very town where my ex father in law was a deacon in the Southern Baptist church in the town of about 1000 people. The biggest church in town. The church this pastors best friend was pastoring in my ex husbands home town was facing persecution from my ex father in law specifically. The pastor of the tiny church where we were enjoying lunch called his friend in my ex husbands home town. My ex husband knew about this church. The pastor there told my ex husband his dad had waged war against that congregation and its leadership. He asked my ex husband if he had told his dad he was a spirit filled tongue talking child of God and that I gave testimony for Jesus ……..

That would be no. We had not told any one in either family. This would soon drive a wedge between my ex husband and I and both of our families.

Wow again.

We went back to our home in Kansas that afternoon. I was filled with the wonder and the goodness of Creator GOD. My faith was increased exponentially. The events of the day had been an enormous confirmation to me for my call and position in the 5 fold ministry. I have never seriously question the direction of the Holy Spirit or my ability to hear the direction of the Holy Sprit since then. This is a powerful part of my armor as I work in my capacity for Creator GOD. I know it is truth. Nothing anyone says or does against me will shake this. The truth of it sustains me. I hope it gives you an anchor to hold on to in your daily lives.

CREATOR GOD IS REAL. The original being is in his Holy Heaven and Jesus the Christ of God is with him seated at his right hand. True Sons we are going home!

Ch 52 The Original Identity Theft-Boot Camp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She lived.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then we were back in my tiny studio apartment.

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

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

Ch 48 The Original Identity Theft-Fight or Flight

The intrusion by the police using a key to the home I owned soon led to my trauma that caused the surgeons to have to knit me a new body. The surgery was more than 10 hours long. The surgeons cut me open like the old tin sardine cans, pulled out all my organs and all 29 feet of bowel and put them in a Petrie dish on a table next to my surgical bed. My bowel was Swiss cheese. They meticulously searched for any section that was suitable to be reconstructed surgically. During all of this proceeding I was out of body. I saw myself on the surgical table and then I was aware of being somewhere else. I was caught up into the heavenlies. I was with the man in white linen with the keys to the kingdom at his belt. We walked along the river of life and lingered to talk under the tree of life. At one point he turned to me and said, “It is time for you to go back.” I said, “NOOOOO uh uh. I am not going back there.” He simply said, “They are ready for you now.” And I heard swish swish and the sound of a recovery room. The pain was inhuman. I soon passed out and was awakened in my hospital room. The nurse ran out the door, “DOCTOR SHE IS AWAKE!”

And I was. I was here in time/space and as fully aware as is possible here where we see through as through a glass darkly. The next few months were intense with recovery. I took an apartment in Kansas City, MO. The FBI came by to talk to me. I gave them very detailed information. They agreed I was telling the truth. The United States Chamber of Commerce, Washington DC wanted to relocate me after a psychiatric fitness exam. I did the exam and passed. I relocated to the east coast still with USCC, DC for almost a year. I had to keep moving because the factions of the United States who are really behind the 9/11 military offensive and their branches and are everywhere.

One night coming home after dark from a meeting I held in my position as representative for USCC, DC in my new east coast location, I was boxed in by cars while driving down the highway at highway speeds. The drivers of the car in front of me, at my left side, and behind me tried to force off the road. They were strategically place so I could not change lanes and escape them. As I was driving I used my cell phone to call the highway patrol. I reported who I was and that I needed them to come NOW. The did not get there very fast……………………

I took down the license tags of the cars boxing me in. When the state highway patrol arrived, the cars left. I gave the highway patrol the license plate number and the descriptions of the 3 main cars boxing me in. The local police came back to me saying the license plate numbers I gave the highway patrol were not even close to being right. Hmmm. Why not? I had ample time to check and recheck the plate numbers I wrote down for the three cars. They had done their investigation. I was alright and on my way home safely now. Nothing more was going to come of it.

I found out later the highway I was driving home on was well known by the locals for these kinds of activities after dark. The locals avoided that highway. The policing authorities were obviously aware of the after dark issues on this highway. So at the very least the perpetrators were allowed to keep up their after dark antics with their permission. If so this was institutionalized behavior and USCC, not even USCC, DC, could protect me . How big was this? Some of my members of USCC, DC were part of the “American Alchaida” President Bush spoke about. I had no idea how deep their participation or the participation of USCC had become. I did not have enough information to sort it out. I soon resigned my position at USCC, DC. I moved myself from the midatlantic state to the southern part of the Florida peninsula. One week later I was back in the business world only this time I was the owner and groups like USCC, DC were making sales calls on me.

I did join USCC, DC and the local Chamber of Commerce. I paid admission to several motivational and business education seminars that came to southern Florida and held meetings in hotels or convention halls. I first experienced the Deutche Bank and the global banking cartels for myself at one of these business seminars I attended. One of their global players was the keynote speaker. He and I literally collided in the aisle as I struggled to find my seat. I had not met him before. I had not seen a picture of the keynote that evening. Imagine my surprise when he took the stage and was introduced as our keynote speaker for the convention. He sent a messenger to tell me he was interested in meeting me. I was honored and a bit naive but did not see anything negative to the invitation. I gave the messenger one of my business cards with my phone number and suggested he call me with the arrangements. I never did get that call. He sent the messenger a few more times and I gave him my business card each time. I finally said I would be happy to meet him. Perhaps have dinner with him. Just have him call me.

For some reason I have never understood completely he took this as a rejection. I soon learned this level power money broker are accustomed to just summoning anyone they want and they come. I may have the distinction of being the only one who has ever had the Moxy to say no or at least expect him or someone to make arrangements for dinner and set a time and date. This set some very intense behaviors in motion. I learned through messengers he owned a house on a north east beach he planned to set me up in thinking he would come around once in a while for sex. Nothing ever happened. I absolutely do not do that. Never had before and have not since. I just do not do that.

Turns out he really was looking for a trophy wife. I guess that is every girls dream. Every girl but me. I had been through too much with my ex husband and his family. On a not so grand scale his family decided to go ahead and let him marry me so he could have sex with me since I would not give him any until we were married. It was ok with his family because they intended to let him have his way with me the one night of the wedding night and then annul the marriage.

In a few days after the wedding night, his dad came to me saying his son never loved me just wanted sex and I would not give it to him so they were going to annul the marriage.

I said no. In my family we marry for life and no divorce is allowed. Period. You made your choice. You made your bed. Lie in it. In my family we were married for life. My ex father in law screamed at me, “Release my SON!” I said no. My ex father in law said he would exact release for his son if it took him the rest of his life. He meant it. He did everything he could to do me harm. After 20 years of marriage and the destruction of my health, he finally got us separated. He tricked a judge in to believing I had abandoned him and the children and got a quickie divorce. I did not know anything had been filed until 15 minutes before the divorce that was already gaveled was final.

God showed up in my apartment with dark clouds and lighting and peels of thunder. His voice that sounded like thunder said, “This is not my marriage. Let it go.” I actually talked back to Creator GOD! I said, “But what God has joined together let not man put asunder.” More peels of lightening and the voice thundered, “I did not make this marriage. Will you be joined to the house of Satan?” I said noooooooo! Never Lord. Never! “Let this go.”

Ok By now the courts were closed anyway and my divorce was final. Years and generations of family and religious belief was wiped out in this visitation from Father GOD.

The global merchant stalked me across the entire North American Continent. He sent his enormous yacht around the cape of good hope to meet me where I hid in Canada. I learned much later he is a major player in the New World Order.

I know now.

God had saved me and preserved me again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Authors Note:

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

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

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

We war not with flesh and blood………

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

CH 45 The Original Identity Theft-Do not be tricked into worshipping antichrist

God is not walking around on earth today incarnated as some guy you think you met on some mountain top at some retreat one some weekend!

Did you get that?

No one you know or have heard about or have been told is Jesus is the one and only TRUE begotten son of GOD. This is a lie from Antichrist system. Do not believe it. Do not go after the one they say is the Christ of God on earth today. It is not. This is an impostor. There is no CREATOR GOD in him. It is a trap. Seeking him out is idolatry. Worshipping foreign gods. Believing in him brings destructions on your soul and the second death.

The first death was when Lucifer was ripped out of the fabric of CREATOR GOD and thrown out into the void falling falling falling falling falling………. farther and farther away from LIFE. The definition of death is separation from CREATOR LIFE. Lucifers extraction was the first death.

There is a second death, a second extraction from CREATOR LIFE, coming. At the last sound of the shofar. When the sky rolls back like a scroll. When we all see clearly and the “dead” or separated in Christ are brought back into LIFE and restored to abiding those who are found to have any iniquity, any following or desire to and for the rebellion, will be gathered up together. They will be consumed by one fiery breath from CREATOR GOD. The final complete separation-death. Death will be no more. All that remains is LIFE and Abiding in LIFE with CREATOR the ORIGINAL BEING.

When Jesus comes back at the sound of the shofar and the sky rolling back like a scroll, he is exactly as he ascended after the crucifixion as the chosen watched. The entire globe/earth will see him come back at one time, the same time, at once. Jesus will descend from the clouds just as they saw him leave. Mary Magdalene, the wife of Jesus the Christ, is here on earth. She has walked this earth for two thousand years waiting and watching for her husband to return. Mary is for sure ready to go home…..

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 41 The Original Identity Theft – the players in this final game as time ends

It is important for you to have the players in this final drama as time ends straight so you do not get caught up in a deception and carried off course. The ones called “Gods people” in the book of Revelation New Testament Christian Bible that CREATOR GOD allows to be defeated by the antichrist are “church” the ones who have taken the name of Jesus in vain. This phrase “take the name of Jesus in vain” does not mean saying the “GD” word or any other form of swearing or cursing or foul language. Taking the name of Jesus in vain is the act of having the form of godliness but denying the power there of. Taking on Christianity but denying Acts Chapter 2 or the power and influence of the Holy Spirit in our day. This can even be “blaspheming the Holy Spirit” which is the ONE unforgivable sin. Blaspheming the Holy Spirit is much more than verbiage spewed out of our mouths in a heated moment. Confessing with their mouth that Jesus is Lord when Jesus never knew them. They are ever learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. They are fake. CREATOR GOD does allow the beast to defeat them. It is an empty victory for the beast because their defeat was planned from before the beginning of time. The ones defeated are empty any way.

The ones to go through the war and be defeated by the beast are “the flock created for destruction” talked about in Zechariah 11 when CREATOR GOD commands Zechariah to shepherd the flock doomed to destruction in a symbolic picture of our day today. If you are one among the flock created for destruction, do not worry about it. Go about your normal lives. Make the decisions you make. If you end up in that war you were created before time and chosen to be one defeated by the red dragon. This is the definition of predestination. Predestination is real and set by CREATOR GOD.

The rest of us still have a bunch of work to do so do not be upset at us if we do not mourn you too long. We will not have time. Revelation 13:10b says THIS IS WHEN GODS HOLY PEOPLE MUST PERSEVERE AND TRUST. The definition of “holy” is separate or hidden. We will be busy to exhaustion persevering and keeping faith.

To those of us called to remain past the defeat of “the holy ones”, the “called out ones”, the “church” it seems like their defeat is the end. The first beast hands over his power and authority to the second beast. This is the the new paradigm. This exchange of authority from the first beast to the second beast happened on the shore of the sea of glass in time/space time on the Second Sunday in September 2010. This is accomplished.

With that victory, the harlot church sits down by Lucifer and watches the next act of this drama as it unfolds. The power and dominion of the first beast and the second beast overlap in time/space. Both are on earth at the same time. They work like a tag-team in boxing. Both use the position of the red dragon as their power base. The second beast has two horns like a lamb but speaks like the dragon. It has all the authority of the first beast that just defeated “the holy people” or “holy ones”. The book of Revelation says the second beast exercises the authority in the presence of the first beast who is seated beside Satan at the sea of glass under the throne of CREATOR GOD.

Wow. Picture that. The first beast that came out of the sea of glass wages war on “the holy people”, the “church”, and defeats those who take up arms. To those who have ears to hear, hear now. The ones who “take up arms” are the flock doomed to destruction. This was done by CREATOR GOD before time began.

Overcomers do not take up arms. They overcome the beast by the word of their testimony. Faith and calm are their strength. They defeat Antichrist with a song……

Selah