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As Families, Back When God was the head.
We'd huddle together fearing a storm, powerless in the cellar crouching in the dark, We children were scared seeing our mom so helpless, knowing that if she were Afraid, and HELPLESS, then so were we.
Standing strong in her faith she'd say, “It's all in God's hands; Be quiet, pray, and wait it out”.
Many times, in a lifetime, we have been quiet, prayed and waited out the storms. But, that is when a merciful God was at the control.
These murderous scientists are manipulating these disasters, slow to help wherever those, whom which they intended to dispose of or go after, called out in distress.
Now, when I get wind of an oncoming storm; My radar- Goes straight to the alarm, well If they tested H.A. R. P and aimed it…To go where it has never gone before...To visit a hurricane on Ireland; Was a phenomenal feat:
Of course, that means they can send Chaos, or the devil wherever they choose to chart their course.
So many dead and dying: leaving many Social Security, and SSI Checks, and veterans checks. and pension checks, and insurance checks, and medical checks, oh well: ...
All those checks go back into the national pot. To disappear in some agencies cooperate pocket.
“So, if you are sitting and wondering, “What in the hell is going on”, well …All " hell is what's going on".! And we are facing Genocide as a planet, and as the inhabitants of the earth, also as human beings??.We must discuss this at once!; Pray, become warrior’s; Prayers united - We must meet to defeat our enemies; No longer can we sit huddled waiting, silently: We must now
pray out loud.. and take our Planet Back.
Or Perish!

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