Sound of Freedom: Don't trust any movie where DHS is the hero

 I saw the movie last night.

On a purely story-telling level, it was good.

Cinematography, great.

Acting, top notch.

So, what is the commotion about?

We're waking up, that's what.

We are not taking ANYTHING at face value anymore.

We are asking the most important question we could -- and should--ask at all times: "Says who?"

The people who made this movie are socially and financially connected to drugs, and where there are drugs, there is human trafficking. They are buddies with the Clintons. Where there are Clintons, there is death and perversion. There are clear connections to Freemasonry. Where there are secret societies, there are blood oaths and deception.

If people connected with darkness and evil want you to look at something, we are now asking, what is their motivation?

I don't think we, as a society, have asked that before.

We've gone to Disneyland. We've bought Balenciaga (well, not me, who lives in a double wide and drives a 22 year old car) but maybe some of you. We thought Wayfair had good deals. We've enjoyed Tom Hanks and Kevin Spacey and Will Smith movies. We've listened to Miley, Katy, Celine, John Legend.

No more.

We are asking why bad people are doing a good thing.

Is it 'politics of guilt and pity' and an act of penance and redemption? We've read that the White Hats give the Black Hats opportunity to come clean. Some do, and cooperate.

Is it a laser pointer for the kitty cats (us) to look here while real stuff is happening there? Always ask who is holding the red light. Always.

Is it an attempt of wolves to appear as sheep?

YES.

The good guy in the movie was an agent for Dept. Homeland Security. DHS is definitely an evil entity, one of the biggest human traffickers in the world. But not "trafficking" like S of F is teaching us to understand it.

Real human trafficking is so much larger, so very much. We are being trained to think in terms of sex and perversion, because that's the basest level for the lowest common denominators. When we hear "trafficking" to think horny men and little kids.

Diversion. Red laser pointer. Meow.

In real human trafficking, the kind that Dept. Homeland Security does, everybody keeps their clothes on. Yet, we are sold into REAL ID and warrantless arrests; vaccine passports; ESG scores; CUSIP bonds; federal citizenship in Washington DC; ubiquitous surveillance; global data sharing; minority shareholder oppression.

Fully clothed. Completely enslaved.

If we are to be free, we must understand who our captors are, and how they entice us, tragically of our own free will, into their web. Have you learned yet to say those four words essential to liberty -- I DO NOT CONSENT? Are you coming out of Babylon, as is required?

I enjoyed the movie. Nice job, Caveziel and friends. But I'm waiting for the documentary where Schwab and friends are given the Ceausescu remedy against a brick wall.

Let me circle back on that. Actually, I'm not waiting. I choose every day to be a cast member among millions of the greatest awakening known in history. So when my great-great grandchildren walk out of the theater many years from now, they will know that this Granny wasn't fooled and didn't bow to their lies and idols.

Iron Mountain Agenda: Nothing to Worry About!

Folks, I do not worry about any UFOs or aliens. Neither should you.

What you should do, though, is read up on The Report from Iron Mountain from the ancient year of 1966. It was commissioned by the Dept.

of Defense under Robert McNamara and produced by the Hudson Institute at the foot of Iron Mountain in Croton-on-Hudson, a northern suburb of New York City.

Spoiler alert: The end game is total control over every man, woman, and child on earth. You have no rights, no property, no privacy. Life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness are antiquated ideas that had to die along with the Christian God. In this plan, the government is god and there is but one sin: independent thought. You are an expendable animal whose very existence depends on your ability to obey, no matter what the order.

The Report from Iron Mountain offered three solutions to this end, but whatever the final choice, it had to be a global threat to unite all of mankind to cry out for salvation from the Omnipotent Jackboot Deity (government).

1. Poverty. Wouldn't work, as most of the world already lived in poverty, and rich and powerful people are usually not very keen on the idea of voluntarily redistributing their wealth and being equally poor. So that idea was out.

2. Pollution. This one has worked marvelously well. Building codes in every city now reflect those of the U.N. "Save the Planet" is now the universal echo. Global warming, now called climate change, is a battle cry. But the New Green Deal is a raw deal, and there is great resistance. None of Al Gore's warnings about the melting polar caps have come true -- unlike the multitudes of conspiracy theories

about these plans that are being vindicated daily.

3. And here we are at the last option: ALIEN INVASION. I kid you not. This was the plan. You know it's true. Hollywood and its "space invaders" movies have trained us for decades to have an innate fear of little green men with beehive heads and hollow black eyes. Henry Makow gives some background here.

So, if you want to have peace that passes understanding instead of wringing your hands at CNNs or Washington [com]Post's latest spell-casting, read the playbook. Then read Psalm 2. If God Himself is laughing at these silly, deluded fools, maybe we should, too!

The Triumphant Messiah
Psalm 2

1Why do the nations rage

and the peoples plot in vain?

2The kings of the earth take their stand

and the rulers gather together,

against the LORD

and against His Anointed One:

3“Let us break Their chains

and cast away Their cords.”

4The One enthroned in heaven laughs;

the Lord taunts them.

5Then He rebukes them in His anger,

and terrifies them in His fury:

6“I have installed My King on Zion,

upon My holy mountain.” [<<< There is the REAL Mountain that wins the battle!]

7I will proclaim the decree

spoken to Me by the LORD:

“You are My Son;

today I have become Your Father.

8Ask Me, and I will make the nations Your inheritance,

the ends of the earth Your possession.

9You will break them with an iron scepter;  

You will shatter them like pottery.”

10Therefore be wise, O kings;

be admonished, O judges of the earth.

11Serve the LORD with fear,

and rejoice with trembling.

12Kiss the Son, lest He be angry

and you perish in your rebellion,

when His wrath ignites in an instant.

Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.

How ironic [ha ha] that the fools of the earth chose to write their playbook at "IRON Mountain" !

We read about iron in Daniel's vision, which is so apropos today ~

Chapter 2:42 And as the toes of the feet were partly iron and partly clay, so this kingdom will be partly strong and partly brittle. 43 As you saw the iron mixed with clay, so the peoples will mix with one another, but will not hold together any more than iron mixes with clay.

But wait! There's more! Not a ginsu knife, but a PROMISE from the Living God who reigns forever and ever.

44 In the days of those kings, the God of heaven will set up a kingdom that will never be destroyed, nor will it be left to another people. It will shatter all these kingdoms and bring them to an end, but will itself stand forever.…

Are you shouting Hallelujah right about now?????

Their WEF schemes to make paupers of us all, their New Green Deals, their cute balloons and aliens --- flush flush flush. God wins-- and I'm gonna read this again for those who didn't hear it the first time:

44 In the days of those kings, the God of heaven will set up a kingdom that will never be destroyed, nor will it be left to another people. 

It will shatter

 

It will shatter

It will shatter all these kingdoms and bring them to an end, but will itself stand forever.…

I was rejoicing last night when the Spirit gave me this post. I've known about the Iron Mountain report for a very long time, since the mid 1980s. Never tied in Psalm 2 and the "rod of iron" before. In chemistry, there is a principle that "like dissolves like" -- and here we have the "iron scepter" breaking the idiots at Iron Mountain. Does God have a sense of humor, or what??? I know one thing, I am going to be joyfully praying Psalm 2 for days to come!

 

Vaccines Are Weapons of Depopulation

In 2007, after Gov. Perry mandated Gardasil for all girls in Texas, I wrote an editorial for a national newsletter, newswithviews.

A while later, a journalism student contacted me for an interview about the letter. Here is an excerpt.

3. How do you feel about the Gardasil vaccine, and what were your reactions when it came on the market?

Donna Voetee:
Hang on, you won't read this anywhere else. I have always been fascinated by words and their origins. Ever wonder how drugs get their very odd names? Sometimes it is due to their chemical nature, but sometimes I believe there is more to the story.

For instance, Gardasil. "Guard" a "Sil" ? What is a Sil? Sci Fi was never my favorite genre of literature until I came to understand that much truth is hidden and esoteric. The following is from Wikipedia about Sil, a fictional alien from the TV series Dr. Who (1985):

Sil was the representative of the Galatron Mining Corporation present on the planet Varos to extract concessions from the current Governor. Unbeknownst to the Varosians, the mineral Zeiton-7 which was abundant on their planet was not as they thought nearly valueless, but in fact rare, particularly to time travellers. The Varosians lived barely above the poverty line due to the exploitation of companies like the Galatron Mining Corporation and others Sil was a particularly vile creature by any standard...Devoid of morality and dedicated to getting the cheapest price he could for Zeiton ore by any means, he also enjoyed the various tortures which passed for entertainment on Varos... The Doctor interfered with Sil's plan and informed the Varosians of the true value of their natural resources, forcing Sil to concede...

Any similarity of Sil, a hideous reptilian alien, to Gov. Perry ("Particularly vile creature, devoid of morality, enjoyed tortures");

of the Galatron Mining Corp to Big Pharma ("mined" the abundance [health] of the planet [people]);

of the Varosians to the American people ("lived barely above poverty due to the exploitation" [of their drugs]);

and of Zeiton-7 to the most precious natural resource of all, our daughters' fertility (our ability as a society to "time travel" via our posterity), is purely intentional.

On Eggs and Tent Pegs

 

If you haven't figured out by now that we are at war, then might want to put on a strong pot of coffee and read some headlines. Not all wars are fought with bullets and bombs. Consider the weak spots in our culture and then connect the dots.

Food. Welcome to the American Holodomor.

In past years, the food supply was a simple and local FM road, Farm to Market. These days? Our food comes in on planes and ships from China and South America. It comes from trucks loaded with fruits and veggies from California, watermelons from Mexico, oranges from Florida. It comes from factory farms where chickens are raised in filthy batteries, never seeing daylight in their entire short lives.

Last year, many food production facilities mysteriously caught on fire or were somehow destroyed. Must confess, I didn't cry too much when the Diarrhea Pockets, er, I mean, Hot Pockets, factory went boom, but nevertheless, it was "food" that many people like. Every fire happened in the wee hours; what are the chances?

Weather has not been kind to our food. Between the barrage of freezes, droughts, and floods, our food is under siege like never before; are these weather hiccups from Mother Nature, or some other sinister source? If you've ever looked at HAARP or even glanced up to the odd patterns of criss-cross clouds that turn a happy blue sky into a murky gray overcast day, you could answer that question right away.

If Fauci has been the [self-proclaimed] face of medical science, picture Monsanto (new name "Bayer," but the reputation is the same) as the image bearer of agricultural scientism; the realm of empirical knowledge is now the god of this age. Monsanto gave us Agent Orange, Roundup, aspartame, and genetic engineering (GE). All have had a horrific toll on human life, but GE is the genocidal silver bullet that will not be surmounted without Divine Intervention. GE literally carves out the genes of creation, the "mark" of the Creator, and replaces it with the mark of a bestial corporation. If you read this as the "mark of a beast," you wouldn't be wrong. With mRNA technology now the latest abomination, not only is your food GE, but you are, too. If you dare, take one terrifying peek at the end result of GE crops: famine. Cold shivers may now be running down your neck as you equate the mRNA end results in people: desolation. Monsanto might consider its opus magnum to be Terminator Seeds. If you remember the Iraq war, a man named Paul Bremer implemented Order 81 and burned the contents of Abu Ghraib, a storehouse for heirloom seed since agriculture began in the Tigris-Euphrates Valley. Today? Iraqi farmers must purchase new seeds every year from ...wait for it... Monsanto (Bayer). They cannot save some of last year's seeds as they did for thousands of years, because Terminator technology prevents propagation.

Food, therefore, is the weakest link in our infrastructure. The same evil, Talmudist faction that starved four million Ukrainian Christians in the 1930s, shooting them for trying to steal an onion from a field at night, is now in power in that nation, and also has tentacles in our own govt. A recent overt evidence of this was the presence of Azov soldiers who donned MAGA gear on Jan. 6, 2020. But it's the covert element of the Stalinistas that has been a festering, malignant cancer in this nation for a long time. If I had to pinpoint a time when the enemy got a stronghold, it would probably be the aftermath of the Civil War and the empowerment of the Radical Republicans that continued to starve and decimate the South -- a bastion of Calvinist Christianity. A mere 40 years later, the Pure Food and Drug Act was passed, but this was no innocent law with the pretext of protecting our food and medicine. It was a brutal and savage act of war that used only four -- FOUR -- words to destroy America. The four words:

"...man or other animals."

Really, the key word is "other." By grammatical context, man is defined as just another animal. Every pastor in America should have been enraged and taken to their pulpits like their earlier "Black Regiment" brothers did in 1770. To define man as an animal was war against God, who clearly tells us in the Bible that man is created in His image. Man is not an animal, but was given stewardship over the animals. The entirety of organic American law is based on the truth that man is sovereign, that govt exists to serve and protect the God-given rights of man. But ------ if man is an animal, then like the animal kingdom, the strongest bear rule. Individual rights do not exist, as animals do not have rights. Animals are owned. Animals are expendable, soulless creatures that serve the pleasure of the strongest gun. Animals can be fed swill and garbage, be turned into leather or hamburger at their owners' whims -- or even culled if they become too plentiful. Pharaoh sent midwives to drown Hebrew male babies (Exodus 1:8-16), but these days the animal owners send vaccines, abortions, and vasectomies to perceived threats. I kid you not. The Nixon-era (1974) National Security Study Memorandum 200, led by the old Talmudist sodomite, Henry Kissinger, compiled a list of 13 nations that present the greatest threat to food security.

So, after this (hopefully) enlightening cyber road trip down the Food Weaponization Highway, do I trust that there is a natural avian virus affecting chickens and creating an egg shortage? Not for one iota of a second.

What do we do? FIRST: We identify the enemy.

Now I'm not a military woman, but I am a fighter, a daughter of Zion (Micah 4:13) in the tradition of Jael, and I have no hesitancy to properly insert a tent stake between the temples of any Sisera who might present a mortal threat to me or mine.

||| A short word about what is "mine." Something miraculous happened to my soul when I first met Baby Nathan, my Favorite Oldest Grandson (for the record, I also have a Favorite Youngest Grandson). I looked at him, swaddled in the nursery after he had struggled for nearly three days to leave my daughter's womb, and I barely whispered, "Nathan." I will never know how he heard my voice through the thick glass, but that baby turned his head to me and with his eyes, his soul said, "Yes, Gramma?" Now 45 years before this awesome day, when I was giving birth to his Mama, I had gotten the gifts that the Good Lord gives every new mama, eyes at the back of the head and an extra set of invisible arms. This day, I was given two Gramma Gifts that were equally esoteric but every bit as real as my Mama Gifts. In that moment, I saw not one (adorable, exquisite) baby, but all babies.  Instantly, I knew I had Iron Horns and Bronze Hoofs -- a mind that was unchangeable and feet ready to stomp any threat to these Babies -- His Babies. Micah 4:13 “Rise and thresh, Daughter Zion, for I will give you horns of iron; I will give you hooves of bronze, and you will break to pieces many nations. You will devote their ill-gotten gains to the LORD, their wealth to the Lord of all the earth." |||

The Sisera of Corporatism

Corporations decide if we eat or starve. Corporations are fiction, created on paper by a state agency. Corporations have no conscience, they have no compassion, no empathy or sympathy. They exist to make profits. You, your wife, your children are means to an end, not THE end. Corporations do not advance the Kingdom of God, serving the King of Kings, the Lord Jesus Christ, with their whole heart, soul, and mind -- only Men, and FARMERS, with flesh and blood, created in the image of the Living God, have those. We tent-peg them by forming loving relationships with our neighbors. We work to provide things we are good at; they do the same, and we all share the bounty. Sometimes we trade for coin and sometimes we just….trade.

This concept is in my blood. My great-grampa, Dr. James Pickett Owen (1873 – 1962) and his father, Dr. Thomas Madison Owen (1839-1899), drove their horse-drawn buggies around backwoods Little Rock, tending to the medical needs of country folk. They weren’t rich with money, but they were wealthy because their patients blessed them with their homemade breads, chickens, and moonshine.  As a naturopathic doctor myself, I too have bartered my services.

Now I will go from preaching to meddling. Is your church a corporation? If it’s a 501(c)3, yes, it is created by the STATE. The STATE is fiction on paper, and the Body of Christ is a Living Entity. When the “church” is a creation of the STATE, it is subject to laws of the state, such as political correctness or diversity demands that may well be proscribed by Scripture.  Might want to set aside a tent-peg for this very formidable Sisera. Make it a big one; this Sisera is slippery and tricksy. It wears the visage of piety while sugaring over the devil himself, the hardest kind to kill. Just bring it up to fellow church members, and you will see what I mean.

 

The Sisera of Centralization

Whether in politics or food distribution, centralization serves only one purpose: control in the hands of those who do not have your best interests at heart.  American farmer Joel Salatin said that at one time that the grocery store was not the centralized depository of our food like it is today. Just a couple of generations ago, food was in the ground, the smokehouse, the root cellar, the chicken coop, the pasture. “Grocery store” was  a strange place that most people no idea about.  Just think, when your neighbor has chickens, you have chickens, and almost everyone has chickens, what power does the grocery store have over you? YOU have the control over your own food.  Tent-peg it! Give a nod of honor to ol’ Patrick Henry who warned us long ago about a strong central government, and start to de-centralize your world. 

I am preparing to practice what I preach. Callahan’s General Store in Austin is the best place for baby chicks, saith their webpage, so within the next few days, I will be a new Chicken Mama.

Cookie's Distemper Story

 DISTEMPER IS NOT 100% FATAL!

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So you might remember that our old dog Brandy went to the rainbow bridge on Sept. 18.

Last Wed evening, one of our younger dogs, Cookie, started with the same symptom of weak back legs and nausea. Friday, no nausea but he was getting weaker. Saturday (of course, when vet is not open) he needed help walking and we noticed a large lump on the left side of his neck. Sunday, he couldn't walk at all and his head and body were twisting in strange contortion.

All this time we gave him enzymes, colloidal silver, Zeolite, and cannot confirm or deny that maybe he got someone's leftover Rx antibiotics. Nothing seemed to fix the weak legs.

Did he get bit by a snake? spider? No visible puncture wounds.

Did he find some Brandy poo in the dog yard (hey, he's a dog and he does what dogs do), and then catch what she had? Brain tumor?

After several family members consulted with Dr. Google, we agreed collectively that he has distemper. Dr. Google also says it's 100% fatal if it goes to the neurological phase.

Assuming distemper, I looked for the history of the disease and research that promised cures.

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In 1972, Dr. Alson Sears, a veterinarian in the desert community of Lancaster, California, read the research on using Newcastle’s Disease Vaccine (NDV) as an inducer to boost levels of interferon in cats. The major dog disease he faced in his storefront clinic was distemper. Dr. Sears had followed the officially sanctioned treatments for distemper – fluids, antibiotics, and watching them die.

“Most of the dogs that came in with distemper died,” he said. “We’re talking many, many, many boxes of dead dogs. Those that did survive went on to see horrible secondary neurologic problems from which many lingered and eventually died. Once sick, there did not seem to be much that could be done to help them.”

When he read about the NDV research in cats, “It clicked in my head that this might work against distemper. I thought, ‘Damn, if it works in cats, here’s a viral technique we haven’t tried.’”

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The article is pretty long, but what stood out was INTERFERON.

It's Sunday evening. Where could one find interferon?

It was in my refrigerator.

Some time ago, we were unable to finish that gallon of RAW GOAT MILK and it had turned into curds and WHEY.

Last night we said our goodbyes to him, thanking him for his protection from feral cats and squirrels, and made him comfortable on his pallet that he likes. Gave him some sour Goat Whey, but he was so twisted and weak that we thought it was maybe beyond time to save him.

We went to bed in the next room and knew that the morning would probably bring a grim task of digging a grave in the backyard.

Around 6am, we woke to hear whining at our bedside. "Mike! Buttercream is here to tell us that Cookie has died." Mike jumped up and ran to check on him. He wasn't there. And Buttercream was sleeping soundly nearby. Mike came back to the room, and there was Cookie in the dark corner near the bookshelf, the source of the whining.

How did he get there? He must have dragged himself into the room, as he was unable to walk.

We had seen a miracle. The dog was 95% dead last night. Now, he was visibly better -- after only one dose of raw, sour Goat Whey!

So much for Dr. Google! He sure doesn't know the Great Veterinarian like I do.

I went back to the article and under the influence of some hot morning coffee, I looked for some other sources of INTERFERON.

ALOE VERA.

Hallelujah! A small, $10-Aloe Vera Barbadensis plant that I bought a few years ago has now taken over my yard. I snipped off two large leaves, prepared them by harvesting the clear gel, blended it with some raw Goat Whey, and took it to our boy.

He lapped it up from my cupped palm like he had been doing, then put his head over to the cup and gobbled it all down.

As I sat on the floor with him, I asked the Lord if there is anything else that might help.

"Remember that article you read about the cows in England being doused along their spines with a pesticide for flies?

"Yes, that's right. It had high levels of manganese which was thought to be the cause of mad cow disease."

"What if you used DMSO all along his backbone and lymphatics? It's pure sulfur, and you know how it reduces inflammation."

"Of course! And it would go into the spinal fluid where that nasty virus is hiding."

"Are you thinking of something else that's a very powerful anti-viral that the DMSO could push in?"

"Oregano oil?"

"Atta girl!"

In a short time, Cookie -- and I -- were stinking like a garlicky pizza -- garlic from the DMSO and all the pizza in Italy from the oregano. I left him and went about morning chores.

Soon, he was scooching back into the living room. Still not able to lift his legs, we got him onto his pallet. I had to leave him a couple hours for errands.

He was visibly brighter and stronger. when I got back. I was able to coax him outside to do his business that he had not done since Saturday. He walked out to the yard on his own, though wobbly, and walked back in by himself.

He's not out of the woods by any means, but he is not dead.

I am so glad that I did not give in to the temptation to use that sour Goat Whey as fertilizer.

Cookie's Medicines

(Internal)

RAW, SOUR GOAT WHEY

FRESH FILET OF ALOE VERA

(External)

DMSO from feed store

PURE OREGANO OIL