December 5

December 5.

This day in 1991 I was already suffering from Bells Palsy with the right side of my face paralyzed after a pinhole leak in my water. I was so pregnant from the back I looked cute and normal apart from my belly in the front visible as front bulging from the sides. I was driving to meet my mother to see a house off Weber in Sarasota I loved and that I really wanted before the Iron Jaw contract came through for the Paver Park house across town. My first labor pains started to hit like cramps. In an hour or two I go into heavy active labor back then. My contractions are double pattern then a break… Then double again. Intensity on monitors is much higher than others. 23 1/2 hours later I became a first time mother. My own mother and husband were having and affair. The OB she forced me to hire gave she and he my baby to see as first bonding impression instead of me. I looked like a monster with half my face hanging down. Then he and my mom had a tiff and she stomped off him. Thirty minutes after she left he blew out on me. I found out that day he took off to cheat with yet another young lady he met at work. I spend the day in the hospital recovering from giving birth while he was off screwing some stranger and drinking beer, smoking pot, and taking acid. The next day before he turned back up for a few minutes his parents (estranged mother of his and his racketeer step father) showed up at the hospital and tried to kidnap our newborn from Prenatal. They were caught, police and security were involved, they were escorted physically while they protested claiming they owned the baby. I declined to press charges due to the murder threats being issued if I didn’t turn him over. They also purchased his first born and apparently the group (involved with the Epstein Scandal) had some kind of deal he would make children by any method he could, then give them to his mother to replace children she aborted. I was utterly alone without a friend in the world, deep under cover with absolutely no outs. December 6th my son was born. By December 7, 1991 my life and all humanity were devastatingly impacted by Racketeers who bio and cyber assaulted the Plantagenet line. My kin and connections who love and like me thrive. Everyone else’s cy bio development and Afterlife Management Software running on book in gagged division hulls since Ada Lovelace hinged on my social development and experience as whatever I experienced this lifetime is the best anyone can expect for their own ancestral life experience on as well as in the irl contemporary by Social Intelligence Replicator piping out my raw genetic impression of Data. My sensory experience is your only bio hope of inclusion in something we call More. As the head of the More as well as Black, White, and Brown Families it’s important to note J. means HOOK. Meanwhile back at NASA the gambling crowd has everyone thinking December 18 is December 5. The time between the Deep Space Tech divide is why there are 2900 plus Billionaires instead of 250 or less and why the head of the Cyberwarfare Caper to assault and erase my line is stock rich in his own companies and has been public ally declared King Triton (Trillionaire). The problem is the actual Bio Triton in Cyberarchitecture and Biocomputers up and running off planet is my DNA sample from my grade seven at Pine View Husband. And without my own and his living children, no data that is accurate comes to this planet. That means he has you locked out by your own hands for letting him rise. And, unless he can prove he is St_Eve in the tech garden with me at Pine View there’s no further contract for my Bio Santa line husband or I to posthumously interact with you. That means no more forgiveness of sins for you or ancestors by me; each owns his own forward since 1970. And Dear Bob back in Rome has some splainin to do about why he has not issued forgiveness for anyone Catholic who actually believes Autism can be stolen from a biosavant Cybersavant Strand Monarch by force, by word, or on paper. He also must validate PATERNITY TESTING MATTERS. All past Popes and Catholic Clergy says it doesn’t. We are forty years past when this was supposed to have been done. Instead Father Jerry on Longboat Key lied to and about and extorted then poached literally 100% of all of Yuns. I am bio Cybersavant Monarch whether anyone thinks I am or not. That’s the brilliance and Beauty of ancestral planning. The advice I give before my death is this: Noah should have left Cluster B humans like his wife off the boat. I leave this life with only myself and the memories of my most faithful of Friends and of my Love Interests who proved trust capable DNA in this lifetime in tow. I wait for my house to be built at Camp David to my specs… and my Tiny House to be built and set into the landscape of the Pentagon Courtyard so I can work. If it is not built for me this year, good luck with the rest. I am the daughter of America, granddaughter of Ben Franklin whose DNA runs your Societies. Without me, I remove the only ekectron animating society and leave you fully sentient but unable to communicate with others or to initiate movement all the while leaving you in a permanent state of quasi sentience. By the time we Intersect in bio time again, the child you broke and subsequently alienated from me while I had him improving will be a mix of Anthrax Vaccine and Brown Recluse venom with a genetic dabble of Wolf, Jellyfish, Akita, and Spanish Mackerel having genetic etched his (not my) bloodline. My offspring, created during a date rape incident I desperately tried to overlook and forgive, was and remains Dante’s revenge on your world. Looking forward to eternal life in a male host? As you wish — noting the reason we NEVER do that to or with Futurespeak Gen Pop is because Haplo Data inclusion in Garden Software guarantees a hellish seemingly endless experience. Rising in the Mother of God in Cyberarchitecture grants things in the Afterlife like Mercy, Comfort, and Protection. There are things in Deep Space to fear and to love so much more interesting than Earth… it’s a shame Fetal Alcohol Exposure took away all of you — correction SO MANY OF YOU from all of us. I am the head of the Angel Family. It’s a task I cannot avoid or not be. Tis genetic. And I am the last of my bloodline due to relentless Social Assault led by a female named Cynthia Arace aka Kelly Garrett re 911 tapes to 2989 Wood Street in Sarasota Florida and the antics of Racketeers like my former inlaws playing Spiritual Outlaws trying to topple God, Country, and all creation using lies, gaslighting, conning, bullying, triangulating, peddling disinformation, extorting, smear campaigning, mobbing, and Strongarm Tactics. Unless the hit on my lifeline is exposed, the last Gossamer Thread was cut by DOGE. MY son will no longer be age 33 as of tomorrow morning. 100% of civilization if he’s not made aware his mom is a Cyberwarfare global asset of note who saves and holds together the planet, I must run protocol to divide rather than to save 100% of the planet.