Friday, March 4, 2016

The morning after

I sat down and read some of the work I have, about 200 pages already.
I have to fill in the blanks and write some of the most memorable events that have happened.

I would like to say so in much that if the Pope wanted me to be this woman so bad then why did he not support me better?

Yesterday a person walking by telepathically said "I wouldn't have trusted these people either."

The queen was still going to let me do this even after I found out about her and the lost kids of that school. My story s what got an international arrest warrant placed on her. She won't be removed.



I'm kinda a lot pissed off right now.
Although, today I did find a Dopey marionette doll that I might be in love with more than person I have spoke with in the past year.
He stole my heart at "I am laying in a box."


I dont know what the heck all this commotion is about over me in my area and very earnestly thinking about packing my bags and going on a cross-country trip.
I was thinking that it might be a great idea before the election starts and I can just relax with everything that is going on and let this technology do the thinking.
Perhaps, people will be more noticeable about the abominable sexual abuse in our Government and by the extremely rich.

There are some things I still have reserves about.

I am very unhappy with the pope right now.

Lord Jacob Rothschild showed me his face tonight. I guess what little belief I had in this is coming to a close, and also myself.

I was told I have stage four ovarian cancer, and still wont ever get treatment or diagnosis unless the nation steps up and helps me more.

They said 40% of the nation still thinks I am a good person, 10% do not know about me, and 50% well, they fall in the others. Like people who would rape me and kill me, call me a pedophile and such.

I know this blog is about my whole life and everything that happens in it, but my God, how do you help yourself anymore.

I say My Body, My Mind. I can do what I want with it.
Their rebuttal is "not with all of this around you."


People are evil. I have learned this. It took me this long to sit here and say it finally. Corrupt, evil, unsympathetic, callous, whore mongering, evil twerps.  okay.

I am also being called evil. I was once told after you hear something about yourself for so long you start to believe it.
I don't want to be.. and you may not understand me or anything about me even with this technology, but when I say I love, I love very deeply.

Lord Rothschild "Not untrue."

I ask him "how do you like being a Lord."

He says "very much... correct."

Earlier he said "I am going to give you cancer until you die."
Well, I'm dieing. Mind as well light up another cigarette and get on the ball with it.

I have a bug bite on my arm.



I'm depressed.

That's my life.



Today I heard Vladimir Putin gave Kesha a 50 million dollar advancement, so I am sure her career is going to blow up.

She told me that the person who was helping me in the industry was Dr. Luke. I didn't really know, but she did say that she was traumatizing me so she didn't get raped by him anymore.


I seriously want money to survive, or to get out of this society and be away from these people.
Pretty much everyone anymore.





Well, I have drugged and who knows what has happened (rape) to me after that nightly this week.


I am really exhausted from being severely abused.  I am really exhausted from being traumatized, put in manual manipulation, drugged, and not being in control of my own will power lately.
Somber.


I think I am being skull fucked.
No, I'm serious. Through this technology.

<time lapse>

I went outside to smoke a cigarette because I am dying and all, and a woman down the hall says telepathically "That's not untrue.. and it's not Vladimir Putin, either."  Then she continues and says "It was for this." holding up a picture in my mind of a group of children.

I say "Did I do that?"
She says "That's what I said."

I guess I will endeavour into those kids, and tell you the whole story. Or at least try. This is something I didn't really want to write about because of the horrific reality behind them.
I want to openly say a prayer about these kids. For all who read, and I guess it's still the best I got.

Dear God,
   It's been a while, ya know. I miss you, and I am not sure of what is happening anymore. I think for the most part I hate speaking to you in the presence of all this, and really need our sanctity between us back. Right now, as I am typing this to you I am being traumatized. It's constant. I hate this, and they are controlling my emotions and my feeling, and I'm starting to tear, but I know I don't want to cry. It's unnatural, and I hate this. All of it.
Kesha just says "I am doing that."
Right now my vagina is dilating and I am sure there is a fist in it.
Kesha says "I'm doing that, too."
She's talking to someone, and says "What if she gets paid for all of this?"

I did a LOT of work. (70% of the scientific measurements that were displayed to the public, or something like that, I am sure behind the scenes as well...  were derived from my understandings, or were completely my intelligent properties. The was in the first year of working. That's not a joke.)
Someone says "almost."

Anyways, back to the writings with God.

Kesha "that makes me a devil worshiper." (Referring to traumatizing me while I am writing prayers to God.)

Well, I miss you, and I start out like this for endless hours of work, but I want to pray for these kids. Whatever it is, that I can't muster up right now. Take control of everything. Help us.

Your Daughter,
Grace A. Younkins.

 This.
 Right.
 I might not write about them tonight. It's horrendous, extremely actually.

"I do that."  (Referring to the children.)
Then 'Al-Asad' is shown to me in my mental imagery.


I said earlier that I have reserves about this whole thing. Well, that true. Like writing about these kids.
Or wanting to further my work, or even trying to help anymore.

I kinda hate people right now, and I have for a while. Not everyone, but close to it.


I guess, I will cont. to write about what is easy right now, myself.

There is a kid that is part of this whole thing with the sexual abuse. I don't know her name, but I sympathise with her very well. All of them actually.

Kesha "I've had almost as much severe abuse as her. I just have a good source of income."

I say "Well, that's why you put her in front of me."
My mind is processing the reasoning behind this all. Her reputation will go up against mine and her actions against mine as well. The bad part about it all is that they will never say the good things about me. Or fairly.

Kesha "I've been gang banged by 30 guys before."
'not untrue' is the mental image.
Me: "were you under rohypnol?"
Kesha: "No, I wasn't."
Kesha: "Vladimir Putin said I shouldn't have said that."

So this Kid- when I first saw her through live image feed directed into your mental imagery field. She must have been about 10 years old.

"You know why they make her look like that?"

Kesha: "Vladimir Putin has a sick obsession with her."  Referring to me.
Me: "Right." The look on my face is the expression of what obvious looks like. I conclude but saying "With her, too." And I form the image of that little girl in my head.
Kesha: "I think so too."

A hand flies into the air, I see it in my mental imagery. She is holding up the 'too' sign.
She says "I'll be raped for you."
I say "why?"
She says, "so you dont have to."
I tell her: "I dont want you to be raped."

I direct this to the American Government and say "I'll be honest, I dont know how to handle this situation."
Basically telling them they need to step in and intervene, quickly.

The lady next door says "Not with this against you."  She waves a hand that does a half shoo away from me sign and half masturbation sign in the same motion.
I say: "I still didn't instigate this."
'Not untrue' is shown to me.
I said something else in between saying that and her speaking, but I can't remember what I said. I am always having to defend myself.

























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