I don't know what you're talking about, that is totally normal. It's totally NOT poison.
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You went on the best desert vacation ever too! What was your hottest day? The medics reported 145 one day for us.
The article about anthrax rocked me when I first read it. I guess I still had a tiny bit of faith in the government that had yet die. Only thing that shocked me was that I still had any belief left in the militaries humanitarianism. Even I hadn’t tied many of my bodily struggles to the injection, despite the timing. How much more are people lost now, my heart aches for them.
I ain’t been right since I signed that form with my face resting on the counter, arm perpendicular to the floor, unable to lift myself up after injection. Fun stuff
Duuude. Did you take malaria medicine every week? We called ours “Malaria Monday”. Seriously evil & WHACKED dreams every Monday night. Lucid as lucid can be. Like visiting Hell every week. Then there was Leishmaniasis. Sand fly rotting disease. The trees are brown because every leaf is covered in dirt. Brown, brown, brown. You actually crave seeing GREEN. A cursed area. It hit over 140 in Saudi, Kuwait and Qatar often. 12 years of (this) life spent protecting our troops, and missed-out on my children’s teen years. sigh
Duuude, I thought they were black pills but then spouse pede said they were white (we both went what a blessing to understand our brokenness together though it took me far too long to realize.) I have very patchy memories for a bunch of reasons from over thar but I remember thinking I’d rather get whatever Malaria is than keep taking these terrible things. My Sargent threatened to article 15 me cause they couldn’t wake me up in the morning for formation, actually going so far as to hit my feet and I wouldn’t wake. I think my brain figured if I was going to explode I’d rather not wake up.
I remember some soldiers heading for the grass first thing of the place on return needing green so badly, rolling in every well manicured blade. I had a root beer, the one thing I couldn’t have overseas, though I don’t drink them anymore.
I can empathize, not exactly the same way but my disabilities from service make it so the kids are staying with their other parents for schooling. I get to see my son for three weeks this year, but at least I get to see him. Sometimes what we do for them is surely painful in time loss to the heart. I pray the gain worth our loss fren. Thankfully God works all things to good so we can have peace knowing that.
Respect my Brother. My now grown children understand WHY I did what I did. My heart was pure knowing I was on the path to sharing freedom for them, and I believed for everyone. Heartbroken later upon Awakening and understanding not only us, but 99% of society was duped into believing their manipulations and lies for their personal gain. It’s always been this way but we didn’t know. How many have died so that these luciferians could be phat? Anyway, maybe for your children’s future if you leave them a memoir as to why you fought for THEIR freedom, and later realizing all of us were lied to? Then they may understand that freedom and love IS why we exist. Share that and heal fren ??
Thank you for the kind words battle brother. It was disheartening every step of shedding away the scales of lies from the old system. I am glad to be rid of it, embracing God has given me a new life and I once again have hope in what should be the darkest of times. I look forward to when my children are done schooling and can come live in the homestead out in the boonies with us if they are ready to come out as well. I do regret being incapable of homeschooling, not having been able to secure them but we talk about propaganda and they are very smart. Lord willing we will all see the other side of this better off with a closer bond to the family we have left. I like your idea about a book, I’ve done so many non glamorous things I don’t want them to hurt from the hearing of it.