Turbo Cancer: Day 154 - November 12, 2022
Final Entry
On this day, last year, my mom wrote her final journal entry.
After this day, she no longer possessed the energy required to write. She lost the ability to tell her story.
After this day, I will be telling you her story, without her voice to guide me. I will finish this task on my own.
Yesterday O.K. Left leg pain where drain enters skin. Fell back asleep this am. Came downstairs for lunch. Boring. Need God to enter my day. I know you love me and I love you.
We are in the midst of a Holy War.
The media-driven Covid-19 pandemic narrative was an attack.
The vaccine was the weapon.
There are many who profited financially, but profit was a participation award. It was never the goal.
There are many who gained power, but power was a consolation prize. It was never the goal.
The system expanded its influence and control of the people, but control was a means to an end. It was never the goal.
We are the victims of a spiritual attack.
The goal was to demoralize. The goal was to conquer our essence. The goal was to destroy our soul.
The goal was to demolish truth and to extinguish light.
There are evil forces that inhabit the weak and the empty. Men and women commit acts of unspeakable barbarism, in exchange for fame. Those who have risen to power have sold their soul.
The goal of the soulless is the destruction of the human spirit.
The soulless hate those who embrace and communicate truth.
My mom was a victim of the attack.
My mom was tortured and mangled. Her body turned against itself. Her pain and her suffering were beyond comprehension.
But her attackers failed. They could not harm her soul. They did not destroy her spirit. Her light lives on.
Her story lives on.
The collective spirit of humanity lives on.
We are warriors of light. With faith and with gratitude in God we see the truth. We speak the truth. We spread the truth, and we are victorious.
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Thank you for telling her story. The horrors of this season of world history are incomprehensible.
I can not imagine the power she had to resist all Satan threw at her. She may have lost some of that power to transcribe, but think of the power in her mind.
God has gained a mighty warrior, and she watches over many, not just your boy Stephen.
God is Great.