I've taken another hit on social media, this time Twitter. Ive already had the honour of being booted off Facebook many years ago, and of course this Google blog site is also punishing me for talking about the Forbidden Topic, which is institutional child trafficking.
I dont know if anyone here follows me on Twitter, and I don't know if I will regain access to my account. To say Im fed up with this nonsense is an understatement.
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Im sorry your twitter account has gone
I had that Twitter account since I think 2008, or maybe 2009. And the filthy scum who closed me down used the same technique as they did when they closed me down on Facebook, they made multiple accounts using my ID. The child traffickers are really good at using IT. Police know, I've told the police, but as per usual the police won't do anything except persecute me. I have zero respect for the police because of their involvement in the cover up which is protecting child traffickers. I'm even questioning the integrity of God these days, because my prayers seem to have fallen on deaf or indifferent ears. I feel so isolated and depressed. Like a rat in a trap with no escape.
Still, I won't give up hope. Something inside of me refuses to give up. I am at least trying to keep healthy, I'm keeping well away from any good that is over processed, eating stuff I've grown myself whenever possible, and trying to at least keep bodily fit. Satanists are running the world right now and I'm not joking, it's surely so bloody evident to anyone with a few brain cells, we really are living in dark times. But I'm not giving up hope, at the very least I have a duty to try to survive. Depressed or not, I'm choosing to live.
Sorry, I meant to say I'm keeping well away from over processed food. I feel so powerless right now and feel like a mouse with most of its squeak gone. But if all I can do right now, because of those monsters taking over everything, is to simply survive, I will at least do that. I go for a walk every day, do some yoga, the yoga is helpful because it helps calm me down, I get so angry and depressed,the yoga routine, the breathing, it really does help. I am still trying to tell As many people as I can about Pindown/Mkultra, and sometimes people listen, sometimes they give me the "She's a raving lunatic" vibes. I keep a journal. It's full of artwork, because I try to paint every day. It will either end up in the rubbish bin one day, when I'm gone, or it will end up being a useful piece of history, or rather herstory.
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