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.
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