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(13) Wisdom Count the Number of the Beast 666! 4th Reich!

Updated on September 22, 2017

RFID chip is the Wisdom

"And he cause all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom. Let him that has understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. The source of the number "666."


I packed the cargo van to its full capacity. I "ghetto'd it real good" I smiled at Twig and I was quite proud that I had managed to stuff everything of importance into this van tightly. I carefully placed the gift bag that I had made for my Billing's deputy friend in between the two seats. I surrounded it with pillows to keep it safe. It was filled with home-made cookies, teas and coffee's and a couple glass coffee mugs. It was so nice that he checked out the apartment for me and gave me the okay, I felt happy to give him a gift of appreciation for doing so.

We jumped on the road and I believe that this was the worst, very worst, longest road trip that I have ever had in my entire life. Besides the fact that I had rented a brand new van from Las Vegas that had only been used once for approximately ten miles, the vehicle had no plates. They hadn't received the plates to put on the vehicle yet but as the sales boy said, "Don't worry about it! We do it all the time! Just show them your rental papers if the pull you over. It will be fine.

"Fine? Fine? Can you say the words "POLICE AND STATE TROOPERS?"

All the way from Las Vegas to Billings, Montana I was pulled over in every state. Twig was blind but he assured me that he could very much see the blue and red lights spinning round and round through his passenger door mirror each and every time it happened. To be honest, I lost count but I had a stack of warnings and tickets because of this drive into hell.

It became an ongoing joke as I would twirl my finger above my head and scream "Hell NO!" as another car with blue and red lights began spinning again..over...and over and over. They would force me to pull over for more abuse and more tickets. As I continued to tell the officers over and over and over, each and every time they asked me a million questions.

"I am so legal that I am boring."

Now it wouldn't have been so bad should it not have been that the rental company had inadvertently left the registration out of the glove compartment as well. The worst? I am driving a vehicle with no plates, no registration and of course I am driving in an infamous white van which is highly known to the police forces and State Troopers for Meth transportation throughout the states of Nevada, Utah, Wyoming and Montana.

Now let's not forget that I have a registered violent offender in my passenger seat. Yes! A huge blind bald man with a goat-tee named Twig who looks like he just got out of prison on a weekend pass. "Lovely."


During our first police pull over Twig sat nervously in the passenger seat. "Ummm...errrrr...I didn't mention this but I may have a warrant out for my arrest...ummmm just thought you might want to know....they may take me in if they ask for my license."

I remember looking over at him with my bright red knit hat pulled down on my head wishing I had not taken him. I bet he was happy to know that he was blind and could not see my face at that moment. If he had he'd would have surely thought I was another demon. Ha!

"You have what?" I glared through the driver side mirror at the cop who was running my license. "Oh it's not for anything bad. I just have some unpaid driving tickets a few years ago. I didn't pay them and then...well... I went blind and couldn't drive so I didn't bother." He sat quietly twiddling his fat thumbs as my breathing started to heave. Of course I said "Lovely" each and every time we got pulled over. I was freaking out because I thought I would lose Twig. I was moving to Montana so that Twig could get his eyesight back. What the heck would I do with an apartment in Montana and no blind man to help?


On one occasion three cops pulled us over and they aimed their bright spinning lights and vehicles at us in a school area. They even brought the drug dogs to run around my van. This was complete humiliation to me on every level. "Twig...I know that you can only see the lights but they have the drug dogs running around the van right now. The guy who rented this to me said that the van was only used briefly. Please pray that this van wasn't used as a drug run in Las Vegas. If it was, please be prepared to be pulled out of the vehicle and thrown to the ground by gunpoint if those dogs go nutzo. The cops got their hands on their guns right now. Okay Twig?" I stared out the window with my teeth clenched and the only thing I could think to say?



Now I know that this could happen to anyone and I would hardly call these demonic attacks. This is what I call being that 1 percent girl again. Anyone who really knows me will tell you that I am that 1% for anything really long-shot good to happen and unfortunately for me, I am also the recipient of that 1% for anything really, really bad to happen. If there is a chance something bad may happen, it is well known that it will surely happen to me. (chuckle) It is just simply something that I have accepted in my life.

I had mapped the trip carefully because after a certain amount of mileage I was going to get charged big time! I followed my path and I had drove approximately 300 miles into Wyoming only to have the park guards tell me really bad news. "Sorry Mam. We just closed the roads because heavy snow is coming in." Do you know what I said when I realized that I would have to turn around and drive 300 miles backtracking to the main highway? Yes that's right. "Lovely."

Somehow the hours just kept ticking away. I slept very little because everywhere I tried to park in the truck stops I was told to move. No plates on the car, no parky, no sleepy. "Lovely." I was afraid of the coming storms because my flip phone had stopped working. Yes. It completely went dead for no reason. Yes...yes... that's right...say it with me..."Lovely."

I Love Ozzy!


It was now over twenty four hours and we could hardly believe that it had taken so long. I was finally closing in on Billings, Montana. I had appoximately three more hours of driving time left. The new landlords had surely gone to sleep so I resigned myself to the fact that we would get some real food, I would find a place to sleep and we would move the furniture into my new apartment later on the next morning.

Driving through the darkened roads surrounded by trees, I blasted the music loudly hoping that it would keep me awake. Twig was shoved forward, as something punched him hard behind his head. It came from behind the seat. We both were shocked-another invisible assault. The only thing behind his seat were tightly packed boxes. I had checked my belongings throughout the trip and I had done a great job in any chance of anything shifting. "It's starting again," Twig said in a pathetic voice. "Ignore it!" I screamed back.

Mr. Crowley began playing and I giggled. "How ironic," I joked. Bam! Something punched the van from the outside, top right area. How I knew the area of where this punch came from, I really don't know but that is exactly where the punching noise came from. Both Twig and I started to freak out. Again, another punch to the seat pushing Twig forward. I started to pray but it did not end. SMASH! The loudest smash came from inside the van. "Something of glass just broke in here," Twig offered being helpful. "I have very little glass Twig. My halogen glass is wrapped and covered with pillows and my microwave glass is wrapped also. If it is the booze bottles we would have smelled it by now."

"Maybe it is your glasses from the kitchen," Twig said nervously. "No Twig, I wish I could say that was true but I threw the glasses out and figured I would buy new ones when we arrived. There are no kitchen glasses here in the van." Smash! another one. I continued to drive, neither Twig or I said anything for a few moments, trying not to acknowledge these assaults. I broke the silence saying out loud, "What is going on? Why are we being attacked like this? I just don't understand it. Whatever it is-it doesn't seem to want us coming to Billings." We both agreed at that moment on that answer. "Where ever we are headed, we are headed into some kind of war." Sure to those words, it was a war on every level, earthly and spiritually.

Ozzy was still playing as I drove down this long winding dark road, I was trying not to think about what we were hearing, not to give power to it. I had this strong bad feeling come over me as I gazed down the road. A quick terrifying thought jumped at me, I could see it in a quick fleeting thought, the devil was going to step out onto my path in the road. I told Twig. He grabbed over at my arm in a panic, "Oh my God, I was just thinking that too! Scary!" he loudly belted out. "That's okay Twig because if he does, I am going to drive full speed into him and over him and keep on going," I smiled thinking about it. "Now if Sympathy of the Devil starts to play..then I am going to get a bit nervous." "Please let me introduce myself..I'm a man of wealth and fame..." I leaned over and slapped Twig's arm in somewhat of a panic, cringing as these words bellowed through the speakers...and I acknowledged that we were definitely headed for some kind of war...but what?

THE ARRIVAL (They Killed Him off 12 hours later after I contacted Israel and sent me a condolence of my "Dead Friend" LIARS!)

Finally! Finally! FInally! We arrived, as I happily pulled the van in front of our new home the next morning. "Twig, I am going to run introduce myself and grab the keys. I will be right back." I excitedly jumped out and skipped up the steps. I found their apartment and knocked at the door. I heard his voice and waited patiently holding his gift bag I had made for them up to my chest. I was smiling as the door opened.

A tall-old-white haired man with a baseball cap and flannel shirt opened the door slowly and stared back at me smiling. "He looks so familiar to me," I had thought as I gave him a sly grin and stared into his piercing grayish-blue eyes. He stepped out into the hallway and he never said a word. He put his arms around me and gave me a tight hug as if were were old friends reuniting. "How nice" I had thought. I was feeling very blessed to have someone so caring around me. At least I thought so.

I took the keys and ran out to the van with a huge smile ear to ear. "Twig, you will love them, especially him! I swear that we have known each other before and he is so nice!" I yelled out to him warning him not to stick his hands in glass.

"I don't want you cutting yourself from the broken glass Twig. I will place things out here on the sidewalk just to be safe." As I got to the very last part of the van behind the seats, my heart began to race and my head filled with confusion. "There is no broken glass! There is no broken glass! How can there be no broken glass?" Everything was tucked away tightly just as I had packed it. I was too frightened by the lack of broken glass to be happy anymore about my good packing. Twig stepped back outside and came to the back of the van.

"Twig..Twig...there is no broken glass," I whispered to him in a panic. "No way! No way!" Twig yelped out loud. We were so freaked out about this. There is no possible way that there could be no movement of boxes and no broken glass! We know what we heard!

No Broken Glass & A Shredded Bag

"Twig! Oh my God help us! It is much worse than that. Look at this." I showed him the gift bag for my new deputy friend which I was trying to hold in my hands. Twig got out his magnifying glass and looked at my gift. His face was one of shock. "It looks like cat claws shredded it. How did this happen? It was in between us with pillows around it?"

I was completely shocked, confused and horrified at this shredded red gift bag. "I don't understand." I started to whimper a cry from complete confusion. "Why did these demons do this to his bag? Why do they hate my deputy friend? Why would they do this to his gift and nothing else? Why is there no broken glass?...." I continued to ask unanswered questions and I was so confused about everything.

As I stood in front of the house that day, I didn't understand anything. There was months and months of demonic assaults. They just came out of nowhere after Twig came into my home. I had twenty years of peace and then this? These demons hadn't let up either.

I whispered to Twig as I placed the gifts into another bag, "Maybe he will be the man I will marry one day and maybe they don't want me to find love? They have worked through every man I have met in my could this be possible?" I wasn't sure what to think. It all sounded crazy, surreal...everything we were seeing and experiencing was just irrational to our human minds. All we knew was that they were happening and they were not stopping!

Police Fines

Everything Will Be Fine! Fine! Fine!

The only thing that I did know without a doubt was that these demonic forces certainly hated my new deputy friend with a passion from hell. Within only a day I found out that this sweet, old white-haired man hated this deputy just as much. "Maybe that's why they have been attacking us? They didn't want us coming to Billings because of him? I don't understand anything," I whimpered and I was completely exhausted from all of these strange things, and certainly very confused and tormented by these thoughts.

After my belongings were dropped off inside our apartment, we headed back to Las Vegas so that I could drive back again with my sports-car. Or should I say that we left after I turned over this ungodly vehicle with no plates and no registration and I demanded a new rental car. The rental man must have undoubtedly thought I was a demon when he told me to hand over my credit card. Needless to say after a 'few words' I received a new vehicle and the headquarters took the whole bad situation off my bill. A zero balance for all of that suffering and pain with the cops? Really? Really?

And just because the devil wasn't done with us yet, I received a speeding ticket on my way of out Montana that evening. "Lovely."

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."


I believe that each and every child has certain "fixations" things that they are compelled with passion to read about and learn about. Often these very passions lead them into adulthood doing the things that they felt highly attracted to as children--artists, musicians, doctors. I always taught my own children to find a profession that their spirit loved to do and it will never feel like 'work.' As children they were fixated and passionate about drawing and computer games, thus both became graphic artists and game designers and boy do they love that work!

I think back about the tiny library under the stairs in our house. I spent a lot of time as a child sitting at this small desk wedged under the stairs. A bookshelf was built in and many books were tucked inside. A small picture of the Sacred Heart of Jesus always stared back at me. I loved this picture and to this day I carry one in my wallet. I would read the huge over sized bible which was written for children with colorful illustrations. The chapter that I always seemed to read when I was older and it was almost a fixation, "The Book of Revelation."

I often wonder now as I read the news and I see how drastically our world and our government is changing for the worse, if this fixation I had as a child is due to the fact that I will be witnessing the words of "Revelation." After what has just transpired in my life in the past year, I almost think so. It is so surreal to live this life that I am living in. Are there predestined chosen people to do God's will? Yes. I believe so with all of my spirit because I have no other explanation for any of these things. It is amazing!


The only other childhood fixation that I had was reading the same book over and over and over. "The Diary of Anne Frank." I was drawn to this little girl named Anne, completely immersed in her dilemma, her life, her pain, the world's predjudices and the terror of it all. When I think back of how I would read each chapter and cry, thinking that somehow if I read it one more time, I may be able to save her, Margo her sister, her family, the millions.. wishing and wanting to be her friend, wanting to help her, not understanding why people would do such terrible things to other people. It horrified me-the Holocaust terrified me and what happened to Anne just made me plain sad. It still does-just thinking about her makes me start to cry.

When she spoke about watching the Chestnut tree from her window in hiding, I would fondly think about how lucky I was to be able to collect chestnuts. My Mother used to take me to a clinic when I was a young girl and I happily would collect handfuls of chestnuts from the tree outside.

To this day, I love my friend Anne Frank. She taught me many things as a little girl, as I sat at the desk under the stairs with Jesus staring at me from his place on the bookshelf. She taught me survival-under the worst conditions known to man, hopes, dreams, love and compassion and an understanding and acceptance for those who look and pray differently than myself but ultimately still know G_d. She taught me about other's goodness and also taught me so much about evil in the world. In essence, though Anne and I had never met as children, she was still my good friend because only a good friend could teach you so many things of such importance such as these. Anne Frank was the good friend that I could sadly never help.

Mean Martini

Predestination & Designation

Ironically, other than these two things that I fixated upon, I never quite had any other passions or feelings of what I wanted to do with my life. I became a waitress and a bartender. I drifted along for many years, seeking love. I was a very free spirit, always quietly wondering why I was here in this world and why I didn't seem to have a true purpose. I suppose some people would say that mixing a mean dirty martini may be a purpose right?

Yes, many have said "your purpose was to be a Mother" and I am sure on some levels it was. I am talking about a God driven, spiritual purpose. Do I have one? I asked this of my then husband and he said, "Your purpose is taking care of me." He brought me home some dumb book, " A purpose driven life" and I wanted to smack him in the head with it. So much for his purpose of buying me that book.

I feel strongly in what I say even after this long, crazy road I have walked on through life. I realize now that I have always had a God given purpose. It just hadn't been revealed to me. Some people are blessed to have their purposes shown to them early in life, and some lose their way due to free will and never fulfill their purpose but I can strongly say that I have always had a purpose here and it was shown to me without a doubt.

I specifically say this to all those that read my words. Should you not know your purpose, should you be struggling with adversities and 'conditions' and you haven't lost your way but no matter how hard you still haven't gotten where you want to be...hold on...don't give up...don't lose your way..and don't think that everything was meaningless because it is a lie!

I love to say this, The devil is a liar!" God exists and there is a reason for everything that happens in life, even the very, very bad.

Ironically I realize that without walking the tough road through adversity, abuse etc, I know in my heart that I would have never been able to handle this purpose and I would never have been strong enough and certainly not strong willed enough to handle it. I am very thankful for the difficult road I have walked on and I am thankful for the abusive people who have no doubt toughened me up. I am thankful for the years of rejection and abandonment and I am most happy for the spiritual experiences that I have dealt with throughout the years. I seemed to have been woke up in some surreal way.

All of these things have no doubt in my mind prepared me for the day that I would meet the most evil of Nazi's. Unfortunately for Dr. Death, he has met up with me and I will not be manipulated by fear or death threats. I have already lived that 'bad life' and there is nothing he can do to me nor his 'friends.' Do what you all got to do but in the process be assured that I will twist your little, cowardly, pink panties just for fun. I know God will take care of this. I fear you NOT!


As I lay in bed snuggled in my blankets, I stared out into the darkness and I was almost ready to drift off to sleep when I heard these words. I am not sure where I heard them but I heard them as loud and clear as could be. I heard them so clearly and they were coming from somewhere and I was shocked! I am not an avid Bible reader nor do I spout scriptures nor had I heard of these words. I was baffled to hear these specific words loudly!


"What the heck?" I said out loud. I lay there in the dark wondering why I would hear that. I wondered what it meant but I was really warm in this cold room and I didn't want to get up. I heard these words again, except now it sounded LOUDER.


"No way!" I said in a jumpy voice. I was shaking my head and wanting to throw my covers over my head. And then again but this time...ummmmm it was like a voice that wasn't caring that I was warm and snugging in my blankets. This voice did not care that I did not want to get out of bed, turn on the light, find my bible and look up these bible things.


"Okay! Okay! I said out loud like some mad woman and got up and flicked on the light. I grabbed the Bible and put on my eyeglasses and sat paging through the book looking at the upper portion for Corinthians. Finally! I began to read the first line out loud and I shook! My hands shook! My body shook! I felt as if my soul shook. "NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY!" I kept saying this and I had to stop and re-read because I was almost in shock by what I was reading. By the time I finished reading I was crying out of amazement and possibly out of the sheer strangeness but unbelievable beauty of what I was reading!"

I Am Hearing Scripture Out of Nowhere



10 To another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits.....

NIV: MIRACULOUS POWER: "Deeds of power" In scripture a miracle is an action that can not be explained by natural means. It is an act of God intended as evidence of his power and purpose.

(As I read this...I was like oh my goodness! This situation I am in is EXACTLY HOW THIS HAPPENED! I HAVE NO EXPLANATION BUT GOD and a complete miracle! I thought I was going to faint...I did almost faint..and then I read some more....)

PROPHECY: A communication of the mind of God imparted to a believer by the Holy Spirit. It may be a prediction or an indication of the will of God in a given situation.

(Oh my goodness!!! Again I understood this, the 'seeing--the visions I keep having for the past few years--oh my goodness! Oh Jesus!! Yes!!! I can not turn away from this situation--and yes! I do know your will in this situation--oh geeeeeesh I can hardly breath from excitement of reading these words! ...and then I read some more...)

DISTINGUISHING BETWEEN SPIRITS: Since there can be false prophecies that come from evil spirits; this gift is necessary in order to distinguish the TRUE from the false!

Oh my goodness! I think I am seriously going to faint. All of the spirits--all of my life--always just knowing whether they are evil or from God. I sat on the bed shaking from the unbelievable adrenaline raging through my veins. Oh God I love you! This is just amazing! What you are doing is so amazing! I wish I could share it but nobody will listen to me and they have all left me due to this! They do not understand that my cheese has NOT slid off my cracker but that this IS REALLY HAPPENING! This is so amazing!

What was the last thing I thought before finally falling off to sleep for the evening?

"I just have to wait on you Lord because this story of yours just keeps getting better and better...better than any Hollywood movie I have ever seen in my entire life! I lay in bed laughing and giggling out of pure amazement and then fell off to a peaceful sleep.



The Ignition of a Flame

Nazi's Hidden Among Us

Many of you who are reading this may be quite confused by this story. I had written this on the instructions of God for His own perfect will and His own perfect appointed time. It has been seven years that I have been waiting for God to fulfill what He told me that He would fulfill. God does not lie and He always is faithful. Seven years of a walk in this fire with only God to protect me and guide me.

I have numbered the stories by chapters. Start from the beginning and read chapter to chapter and do not skip around or you will miss what God is showing you. It will allow you an understanding, a basic foundation of me, my life, my spiritual experiences with God, the demons and the devil. I pray that God allows you to grasp the full profound spiritual meaning of my story and how this all happened and where it started! This is the first part of my testimony of the Living God, Jesus Christ. It started with a prayer to God and it was activated in the spiritual and manifested in the physical.

Due to many, many things involved in this story, Politics-corruption-Nazi's and of course ...good versus will see my series in many categories. I am not quite sure where to put them due to so many variants. I will scatter them as if they are leaves on a windy day-hoping that the very lucky will get a chance to view "History in the making" and above witness God's justice...prophetic and a warning to all who have not called upon Jesus as Messiah.

May God bless you!

© 2009 The IGNITER vs Corrupted Governments


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