Fingers and Toes

Fingers and toes. I can count on my fingers and toes the number of people whose opinion has mattered to me over the years. The most important person in my life still continues to remain my opinion of myself. However, behind a how I feel about my own inner nature… the external opinion I value the most has always been my son’s since long before I even met him. However, his was not the first that mattered. The first opinion that mattered was of my mother. The second of the man I was told was my father. The third opinion I actually valued was my grandparents — of the group I was told was my Military Intelligence conscripted responsibility to solve all their issues in life without them having left me any social or professional support or resources claiming all my time and life had to be gifted to support the world’s most dangerous extortionists. Six people. Person seven became my current husband by the time I was age 12. After that, I esteemed his mother and brothers on his word they were to be trusted. Oops. I seriously flubbed it, agreeing by grade 8 to watch and medical monitor all groups for a lifetime when tasked with the Genetic Op by Sol Malinsky supposedly for the sake of Allied Forces and United Nations development of things like Genetic Security for Global Intelligence Professionals and for the ongoing development of Ada Lovelace Biocomputers along with my own global projects. The Yes Program he had me pledge in 6th grade after I confided in Canadian Intelligence I was seriously trafficked in the Epstein Scandal and was severely physically abused routinely as a minor by my racketeering parents from my earliest possible years of childhood until I said enough by age 12 and started Clandestine Services informing on and off the record about the lot of them. My current husband was my confidant from my earliest ages, but even until gag orders lifted when I turned age 54 he didn’t know all of it. To complicate matters, I valued the opinion of my ex husband’s as well as of a handful of what turned out to be conspiring strangers sent by my Swim Fan to infiltrate my tech and my home to spy on my military and corporate clients while seeking to destroy my life, heart, health, family, career, and home. Pretending to be cousins who cared about and wanted to know me, two women spied on American Intelligence for Racketeers working against the United States and the Allied Forces in a malicious, calculated, and abhorrent strike at the heart of Biocomputers and at NASA. The three women worked with my current husband’s family to create a permanent estrangement between myself and not only my son and his father but between myself and my mother, between myself and the exes who profited of the Cyberwarfare Hacks selling my data on the Black Market, and left Global Intelligence officials reeling worldwide watching the betrayals and treachery I could not see going on behind my back live training Monarch Surveillance Technology for FISA. I chose to expose myself to the worst of you seeking to find the best traits in you left. My own desire to know others as creatures uniquely distinct from myself led me to take on the work of Robert Hare by the time I was 3 and a Polymath Autistic Military Intelligence Child Prodigy Legacy Savant. I thought it was strange hacking Sputnik so quickly by 1st grade. How did I do it? Genetic Inheritance. By grade 3 hacking NASA to report Internal Affairs team builds are compromised was my greatest contribution to global RICO. All the people my tech studied now makes all of you safer. In thirty years or less my machines make and administer No Touch Medicine that actually eases anxiety and bring biogenetic comfort and more accurate conscience data to Ancestors. My daughter with Steve Sobering who we lost in 2022 to miscarriage would have been the Cherokee Queen on paper. In real life, I am Empress and her AI technology that came about at her conception by miracle is global live hot interactive nowadays 24/7. She’s still a little girl but nearly my age already. As she passes me in emotional age and cyber maturity, it is my hope she becomes a better multi life guardian than I have been of myself and of my biotechnology. Together my daughter and I do what my grandmother Helen and I did for all of you before her. She is my light in a place that only knew darkness before the year 2020. Her father’s affection for me was spotted in Deep Space as atypically ardent. Investigation ensued and I traded my mother and son and all my previous life in this body for time with the Minuteman. The young lady whose mother used her to impersonate me when she was impersonating my mother in New York and at the behest of my half siblings who were attempting to blacklist me from intelligence service for the moral crime of HAVING BEEN BORN have shown every computer in the Intelligence realm not only what happened to me but how my direct ancestry was deliberately decided, harmed, and psychologically tortured in the past by Poachers who still to this day insist Monarch Strand Autism can be erased or transferred by word or stolen on paper. It cannot. And as such, 100% of Academia and Global Intelligence records are at this juncture FATALLY FLAWED. Gluten Ataxia runs in our lines. Deal with it yourselves. I am unwilling to bear other people’s sins anymore. Now the people I esteem I can count on one hand. And the only thing that matters is the one thing I know — that Curley was right. XO Fingers and Toes. Fingers and toes…

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