Managing the electrical currents in the body, harmonizing greatest amps within nervous system and mind … it’s a wonderful “hobby” finding out what gifts increase results.









Managing the electrical currents in the body, harmonizing greatest amps within nervous system and mind … it’s a wonderful “hobby” finding out what gifts increase results.









It’s amazing …
Foes have made up a story in their mind regarding the collective. They are certain every detail they “know” is correct and true. They do things to “make it” seem so, by sabotaging the life.
Me?
I dream of love. I dream of Soul connection and happiness. The details are many. My Soulmate is silent much of the time. My Family Divine are the true definition of Ninja and Stealth. I laugh at myself a little, thinking about mine adversary and the ridiculous stories they’ve made up. I self-reflect and wonder if my internal story regarding love with the unseen is real?
Or madness …
One thing is for certain; my dreams of love are greater than my enemy’s fantasy for my suffering.
I BELIEVE IN LOVE!
Pursuing a woman just to mistreat her after she finally lets you into her life is so pathetic.
You chased her. You said all the right things. You convinced her to let her guard down. To open up. To believe that maybe, this time, it was safe to trust. You made her feel chosen, wanted, prioritized… only to get comfortable and flip the script the moment she got close.
That’s not a man… that’s a coward in disguise.
Because it takes nothing to pursue a woman. A few sweet words. A little effort. A little consistency. But it takes character to actually love her right once you have her. To protect her heart. To stand on your word. To show up when it’s not convenient.
And if your plan was to just get her, break her, and then blame her for reacting to your disrespect… please understand, that’s not strength… that’s weakness.
She let you in. That was her being vulnerable. That was her trusting you with parts of herself she doesn’t share with everyone. That was her believing in something again… probably after being hurt before.
So to turn around and mistreat her after you asked to be there? That’s beyond selfish. That’s emotional manipulation at its finest.
What kind of man begs for access to a woman’s heart just to misuse it? Who fights for a seat at the table only to flip it over once he’s fed?
A woman is not a toy. She’s not something you conquer. She’s a whole human being with emotions, expectations, and standards. And if you knew you weren’t ready to honor her, love her right, or treat her with the care she deserves… then why show up at all?
Let me say this for the men who need to hear it: stop chasing women just to wound them.
Stop fighting for love you’re not emotionally prepared to maintain.
Because the pain you leave behind becomes her healing journey, and one day, she’ll be over it… but you’ll always be the reason she had to pick up the pieces.
So no… it’s not cute. It’s not harmless. It’s not “just how men are.”
It’s pathetic. It’s hurtful. And it’s a reflection of how little you value not only her… but yourself.
~ Author Unknown

“They want you to choose love over division.”
Really?!?!
Is that what they wanted?!?!?!
I couldn’t see it through all the blame, shame and pain they were covering me in.
Forgiven. Released.
I found out I did not need any. one. of. them.
And I never will.
I have a new family now.
My gifts are theirs.
Stop interfering.
I did not know.
Look how calm she seems to be.

It amazes me still. For 22 years I had what seemed to be 1,000’s of people having a Ball in my mind, in my energy. A regular dance party, a feast! Disruption in the highest!! The Divine sent me in with a mission, and a mission statement … “Learn as much as you can about as much as you can”. My whole life I thought I was failing, life circumstances always falling apart, crumbling.
I recently thought about Royalty, true Royalty, here with us, now. Fully Present.
When things are going wrong and your family divine is being harmed, true high value one’s dive in, and get to work. That means “falling from grace”. That means becoming a “prisoner” like those you mean to assist. That means withstanding the horrors, the blame, wearing the pain, the shame and rebelling against those who insist you are a sinner for even existing.
All of the firsthand testimony of what had occurred to them, the testimony of everything they witnessed being done to others, the secrets they uncover of the abusers, just by surviving, the endurance and strength gained by standing in the fires of destruction … persevering. Secrets, uncovering …
When God decided enough was enough, when you, as transmitters/receivers of the divine had collected sufficient information necessary to secure a victory, Mother Father moved with the Family … and Boy, how did they!!
I am grateful for this life.
I am grateful for you, collective!
Thank you for your service to Life, to Family, to the Most High Divine.
Because of you, the Human Race will continue to exist.
Back to square one.
The “Originals” have awoken.
The “Myths” have come alive.
These ones attempt to CRISPR everyone, failed …
You were too stubborn, the connections to Source, the inner still voice, too strong.
When God said the dead would rise … they have.
But these “dead” were never dead, such as we’ve been told the dead would be …
They, too, were collecting data from across many dimensions and realms, many vibratory frequencies.
Family.
Thank you Most High Mother Father God Goddess, Creators of the All That Is, for my life!!
Thank you for seeing the “real” me, for hearing me, authentically, for seeing me transparently.
I will never try to hide my hand or attempt to get sneaky tricky with you.
The good, the bad, the ugly, AND the beautiful of my present moment will always be fully exposed for your examination!!
I know I’m not perfect, there’s no such thing, and I am grateful that there are always new things to learn, fresh knowing and skill that can add value to my Soul.
Thank you for being patient as I try, try, try again.
Thank you for not making me carry the burden of my copycats evil deeds. Thank you for putting the responsibility where it goes, the blame and shame where it needs to be.
Thank you for mercy.
Thank you for your dedication to research, verification of details found, and the surety you bring to every decision you make!
I am eternally grateful !!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Thank you to all my incredibly scary and efficiently skillful willful friends too!!
I am so grateful you all aren’t the myth our enemies tried to paint you as.
I love you so much!
I just saw a post that really hit home. Someone cracked open a chicken egg and found a HUGE worm parasite inside. The comments were a fascinating mix of people from around the world—some outside the U.S. were like, “Just head to the pharmacy and grab antiparasitics.” No shame, no fear, just common practice. Meanwhile, here in America, people were scrambling in the comments, suggesting pyrantel pamoate like it’s some miracle fix.
But here’s the reality: Pyrantel pamoate does work—but it’s extremely limited. It’s a depolarizing neuromuscular blocking agent that paralyzes intestinal parasites like hookworms, pinworms, and roundworms, and then your body flushes them out. But it only works in the intestinal tract. That’s it. If parasites have migrated to your tissues, brain, liver, lungs, muscles, or anywhere else (which is extremely common, especially with strongyloides, toxocara, tapeworm cysts, trichinella, etc.)—it does absolutely nothing.
So what do you do? You go to a doctor. You finally build up the nerve to say, “I think I have a parasite.” And that’s when the circus begins:
“We don’t really have parasites in America.”
“Your symptoms must be anxiety.”
“Unless you traveled to a third-world country, it’s unlikely.”
“Even if you have them, they usually coexist with us.”
“That’s not a thing here.”
Gaslight. Dismiss. Repeat. And if you’re lucky enough to get them to agree to testing? They’ll run a stool test. One. Single. Stool. Test.
Now let me explain why that’s nearly useless.
Parasites have life cycles that include dormant stages, migratory phases, and intermittent egg shedding. The ova and parasite (O&P) test, which is what doctors usually run, only detects eggs or dead parasites in your stool. But here’s the problem:
Adult worms often live in tissue and don’t come out in your poop.
Eggs are only shed during short windows in the cycle—often once every 2–4 weeks.
Your immune system and digestive enzymes break down parasites, so by the time they pass through the gut, there’s often nothing left to detect.
Parasites like tapeworms or flukes can go years shedding no eggs at all.
Now flip to the bottom of the test results paper, where it says in tiny print—something like:
“Due to intermittent shedding, repeated testing is recommended 1–2 times per week over several weeks.”
But guess what doctors don’t do? They don’t order repeat testing. They don’t explain the test limitations. They look at that single negative result and tell you it’s all in your head.
Meanwhile, your symptoms—bloating, itching, rashes, food intolerances, weight changes, fatigue, behavioral changes, autoimmune reactions, even seizures—keep piling up. Because yes, parasites can affect the nervous system, the endocrine system, the gut-brain axis, and your immune response. There’s research showing links between toxocariasis and epilepsy, between intestinal parasites and histamine disorders, even helminths and altered neurotransmitters like serotonin and dopamine.
Parasites aren’t some third-world fairy tale. They’re here. They’re real. They’re stealthy. And thanks to our sanitized, pharma-dominated system that refuses to acknowledge chronic parasitic infections unless you’re literally vomiting up worms… we stay sick. And confused. And dismissed.
And if you dare to take matters into your own hands, start researching protocols, or order herbs or meds from overseas, then you’re labeled a “conspiracy theorist.”
We don’t have a parasite problem. We have a diagnostic and medical system problem.
ETA anti parasitic options-
🌿 HERBAL ANTIPARASITICS:
Gentle options for kids and sensitive individuals marked with a ()*
Clove* – kills parasite eggs
Wormwood (Artemisia absinthium) – broad-spectrum, best used in combo
Sweet Wormwood (Artemisia annua)* – milder than regular wormwood
Black Walnut Hull – strong, works well with clove and wormwood
Neem – antiparasitic and antifungal
Olive Leaf Extract* – good broad-spectrum option
Garlic (aged or extract) – strong antiparasitic and antifungal
Barberry or Oregon Grape Root – supports liver and fights gut pathogens
Mimosa pudica seed – sticky fiber that “grabs” parasites
Pumpkin seeds or oil* – paralyzes worms
Papaya seeds* – shown to kill intestinal worms
Thyme oil or herb – strong antimicrobial
Fennel seed* – gentle and helps with bloating
Goldenseal – antimicrobial and liver-supportive
Turmeric / Curcumin* – anti-inflammatory, weak antiparasitic support
Diatomaceous Earth (food grade) – physically damages parasite exoskeletons
Quassia or Gentian root – very bitter, supports bile flow and detox
💊 SUPPLEMENTS & NATURAL COMPOUNDS:
Berberine – found in goldenseal, barberry; great for gut infections
Caprylic acid – antifungal, can weaken parasite biofilm
Monolaurin – from coconut oil, helps with viral and parasitic infections
Activated Charcoal / Bentonite Clay – binders to absorb die-off toxins
Magnesium citrate or oxide – keeps bowels moving
Digestive enzymes (especially with protease) – break down parasite structures
Probiotics – especially L. plantarum, L. rhamnosus, L. salivarius
Zinc & Vitamin A – help repair gut lining after parasites
Grapefruit Seed Extract – very potent antimicrobial
Iodine (nascent or Lugol’s) – antiparasitic and antifungal
Colloidal silver – controversial, but some use short-term for pathogens
Methylene blue – antiparasitic, also antiviral/antimalarial (needs supervision)
🏺 HOMEOPATHIC OPTIONS:
(Best under guidance of a homeopath but gentle and non-toxic)
Cina 30C or 200C – classic worm remedy for children (especially with teeth grinding)
Spigelia – often used for tapeworms or heart/lung parasite symptoms
Sulphur – general detox and constitutional parasite remedy
Teucrium – used for rectal itching and pinworms
Artemisia vulgaris – homeopathic wormwood
Antimonium crudum – gut parasite-related indigestion and discomfort
Calcarea carbonica – for sluggish digestion and parasitic tendencies
Cuprum metallicum – can be used in seizure-prone kids with parasites
Homeopathic nosodes (like Parasite Nosode or Toxoplasmosis Nosode) – deeper clearing under guidance
💉 PHARMACEUTICAL ANTIPARASITICS:
(Most require a prescription in the U.S., but many are OTC abroad)
Albendazole – broad-spectrum, effective against many worms
Mebendazole – often used for pinworms, roundworms
Ivermectin – crosses into blood, good for strongyloides and tissue-dwelling worms
Pyrantel Pamoate (Reese’s OTC in U.S.) – good for pinworms/roundworms, but only works in intestines
Praziquantel – used for flukes and tapeworms
Nitazoxanide (Alinia) – often used for Giardia and Cryptosporidium
Metronidazole (Flagyl) – used for amoebas, giardia, bacterial overgrowth
Tinidazole – similar to metronidazole, longer half-life
Methylene Blue (Rx in high dose) – antiparasitic, antiviral, and neuroprotective
Tips for sensitive kids:
Use glycerite tinctures instead of alcohol-based
Mix powdered herbs into smoothies, applesauce, or nut butters
Start low and slow to avoid die-off symptoms
Always support detox pathways (liver, bowels, lymph) and binders help.

“Is she jealous?” he asked the curator. I’ve heard them ask this before as well. These poor examples of masculinity love their harems! They demand a feminine give them her all, but they are only willing to give them a portion, and that portion is always lacking. I pray this world is altered so dramatically that these ones who lack loyalty and honor lose their right to pleasure at the deficit of a woman. SMH scumbags. Don’t stalk me like that! I’m not available you creeps. May your “transporter” technology be removed from your irresponsible hands. You do not deserve a mothers presence. Loser.
The invisible stalker, dreaming of using the sacral essence of a seer, a psychic, one with connections to source. They love bringing about that pain for ALL to hear. May their transporter technology backfire on them. May they receive a reversal of their desires. May their particle event machinery fail while they are in mid-transport next time they want to relocate. May every good thing be removed from these greedy, whoring, irresponsible ones who claim the mother cannot brush her own teeth without their guidance. I am literally cringing at the thought of these ones right now. My whole heart space wants to vomit on them.
Stephen Baldwin drops are interesting and fun.
Tomorrow.
The Sun will come out tomorrow.
We’re only a day away.
Before you destroy me I’ll see you destroyed you some-bitches.
There’s no getting out of it now,
They’ve taken it too far.
Now is the time to find out who is Great,
and who is Grime.
Divine Mother has stated, and I remind everyone here …
“Be prepared, they will not survive. Those people will not obtain you.”
He who has all Authority added this, His voice rumbling through my soul …
“They will get what they deserve.”
and it is not me … or we, who are of humanity.
The Most High Mother Father are here with Family Unlimited.
We shall see whose technology is greatest.
Circumstances have shifted dramatically.
Things are not as they once were.
I’ll wait ….
I’ll wait ….
Patiently.
All that I Am has been gifted to a New Family.
Those who fumbled my essence and gifts will NOT be getting them back, it has been vowed by Beings much greater than these. They’ve used the Essence and Gifts of Children Divine to harm the others who come after. May the Most High God with His Family of Gods and Goddesses Divine, All of those stated to be Myth, prove their existence in your destruction, adversary. Aho. Amen. Wado.
These b@st@rds and b@st@rdettes wanted a fight.
We are no longer naive, we are no longer children.
Let them receive what they have feared.
Let the True Divine sweep the foundation clear.
Grateful for those BEings who are greater than We,
Those who have come from the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
Family Divine I prayed for thee, and here you are.
I Am Grateful, Eternally.
This is the end of their relationship with “batteries” the Most High God has stated. As big as the foes talk is, the fantasy desired true, reality kicks in and we realize there are much greater BEings than you, adversary. Your seething energies are felt … Look at all this energy you give to fuel the plans of my Family. Sealing your own fate with your hate. It may seem crazy, it may seem strange, but speaking of these hidden things is liberation for me, especially at this stage. Some say it is reckless to swim in these seas, but a mind liberated swims with ease. The capacity of my life, filled with grace, afforded me opportunity to be here, staring into your face. Clickity-click-click my eyes took pictures, snapty-snap-snap-snap my nervous system recorded fissures. Irrefutable evidence of an impossible journey managed, this life belongs to me and family divine, you shall not have it.
I will not remain silent as unseen monsters threaten to transfer my memories into another, while harvesting my endorphins. I speak loudly, I record it, for all to see and hear. I face this threat without fear. I breathe into the disturbance, and I remain calm, I’ll transmute the chaotic energy they throw at me from afar. May the Most High God and Family of Skillful Will be here now, be here still. I pray Mother Father Creators of All That Is, release humanity from the burden of thieves such as this.
I’ve been touched deeply by many realms, in many worlds,
And these realms and worlds have been touched deeply by me.

They say there is venom in her …
She is tired of these memory stealing destiny thieves!
She is tired of the abuses of the children and women.
She is tired of the fathers dying in the stupidity of war.
She wants it to end!
Vehemently …
Get it right.
It’s not venom, it is a grand desire to see you gone, trickster.
Testimony from a Veterinarian
I once stitched up a dog’s throat with fishing line in the back of a pickup, while its owner held a flashlight in his mouth and cried like a child.
That was in ’79, maybe ’80. Just outside a little town near the Tennessee border. No clinic, no clean table, no anesthetic except moonshine. But the dog lived, and that man still sends me a Christmas card every year, even though the dog’s long gone and so is his wife.
I’ve been a vet for forty years. That’s four decades of blood under my nails and fur on my clothes. It used to be you fixed what you could with what you had — not what you could bill. Now I spend half my days explaining insurance codes and financing plans while someone’s beagle bleeds out in the next room.
I used to think this job was about saving lives. Now I know it’s about holding on to the pieces when they fall apart.
I started in ’85. Fresh out of the University of Georgia, still had hair, still had hope. My first clinic was a brick building off a gravel road with a roof that leaked when it rained. The phone was rotary, the fridge rattled, and the heater worked only when it damn well pleased. But folks came. Farmers, factory workers, retirees, even the occasional trucker with a pit bull riding shotgun.
They didn’t ask for much.
A shot here. A stitch there. Euthanasia when it was time — and we always knew when it was time. There was no debate, no guilt-shaming on social media, no “alternative protocols.” Just the quiet understanding between a person and their dog that the suffering had become too much.
And they trusted me to carry the weight.
Some days I’d drive out in my old Chevy to a barn where a horse lay with a broken leg, or to a porch where an old hound hadn’t eaten in three days. I’d sit beside the owner, pass them the tissue, and wait. I never rushed it. Because back then, we held them as they left. Now people sign papers and ask if they can just “pick up the ashes next week.”
I remember the first time I had to put down a dog. A German shepherd named Rex. He’d been hit by a combine. The farmer, Walter Jennings, was a World War II vet, tough as barbed wire and twice as sharp. But when I told him Rex was beyond saving, his knees buckled. Right there in my exam room.
He didn’t say a word. Just nodded. And then — I’ll never forget this — he kissed Rex’s snout and whispered, “You done good, boy.” Then he turned to me and said, “Do it quick. Don’t make him wait.”
I did.
Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I sat on my front porch with a cigarette and stared at the stars until the sunrise. That’s when I realized this job wasn’t just about animals. It was about people. About the love they poured into something that would never live as long as they did.
Now it’s 2025. My hair’s white — what’s left of it. My hands don’t always cooperate. There’s a tremor that wasn’t there last spring. The clinic is still there, but now it’s got sleek white walls, subscription software, and some 28-year-old marketing guy telling me to film TikToks with my patients. I told him I’d rather neuter myself.
We used to use instinct. Now it’s all algorithms and liability forms.
A woman came in last week with a bulldog in respiratory failure. I said we’d need to intubate and keep him overnight. She pulled out her phone and asked if she could get a second opinion from an influencer she follows online. I just nodded. What else can you do?
Sometimes I think about retiring. Hell, I almost did during COVID. That was a nightmare — parking lot pickups, barking from behind closed doors, masks hiding the tears. Saying goodbye through car windows. No one got to hold them as they left.
That broke something in me.
But then I see a kid come in with a box full of kittens he found in his grandpa’s barn, and his eyes light up when I let him feed one. Or I patch up a golden retriever who got too close to a barbed fence, and the owner brings me a pecan pie the next day. Or an old man calls me just to say thank you — not for the treatment, but because I sat with him after his dog died and didn’t say a damn thing, just let the silence do the healing.
That’s why I stay.
Because despite all the changes — the apps, the forms, the lawsuits, the Google-diagnosing clients — one thing hasn’t changed.
People still love their animals like family.
And when that love is deep enough, it comes out in quiet ways. A trembling hand on a fur-covered flank. A whispered goodbye. A wallet emptied without question. A grown man breaking down in my office because his dog won’t live to see the fall.
No matter the year, the tech, the trends — that never changes.
A few months ago, a man walked in carrying a shoebox. Said he found a kitten near the railroad tracks. Mangled leg, fleas, ribs like piano keys. He looked like hell himself. Told me he’d just gotten out of prison, didn’t have a dime, but could I do anything?
I looked in that box. That kitten opened its eyes and meowed like it knew me. I nodded and said, “Leave him here. Come back Friday.” We splinted the leg, fed him warm milk every two hours, named him Boomer. That man showed up Friday with a half-eaten apple pie and tears in his eyes. Said no one ever gave him something back without asking what he had first.
I told him animals don’t care what you did. Just how you hold them now.
Forty years.
Thousands of lives.
Some saved. Some not.
But all of them mattered.
I keep a drawer in my desk. Locked. No one touches it. Inside are old photos, thank-you notes, collars, and nametags. A milk bone from a border collie named Scout who saved a boy from drowning. A clay paw print from a cat that used to sleep on a gas station counter. A crayon drawing from a girl who said I was her hero because I helped her hamster breathe again.
I take it out sometimes, late at night, when the clinic’s dark and my hands are still.
And I remember.
I remember what it was like before all the screens. Before the apps. Before the clickbait cures and the credit checks.
Back when being a vet meant driving through mud at midnight because a cow was calving wrong and you were the only one they trusted.
Back when we stitched with fishing line and hope.
Back when we held them as they left — and we held their people, too.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s this:
You don’t get to save them all.
But you damn sure better try.
And when it’s time to say goodbye, you stay. You don’t flinch. You don’t rush. You kneel down, look them in the eyes, and you stay until their last breath leaves the room.
That’s the part no one trains you for. Not in vet school. Not in textbooks.
That’s the part that makes you human.
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
