Eat Flowers
- Fingerprinting Auroras
- Oct 3
- 33 min read
Updated: 8 hours ago
(These words are lived experiences, written through the power of the Word of God and the perseverances of Christ in my life, guided by the Father above.)
"Eat Flowers"
Real as funk Paint as peach Eyes scream Pain as rich Peace of cream Trim the seams Eat the flowers Reach the sour Beat the flour Colour Mars Bleach the bars Meet the hours Give what's ours
(july-4-2024)
I was choosing colors and materials for my first client’s design, returning to my profession as an architect. God enabled me to withstand oppression so that I could rise as a witness, to testify to how He came through when Satan himself chose to target me. Today, to be found blameless in the end, I now also will myself to work as a pro bono architectural designer at the moment.
I was lost in that sweet flow of creation—finally feeling my talents light up as my hands sketched and shaped my design, a quiet joy bubbling up like confirmation from deep within. But just like that, the voices of NTOC agents crashed in, chanting "Ada is a whore!" to poison the air, while shoving those vicious silent messages into my head: "It's you who called her that— that's why we're raping and molesting you. You've brought this on yourself. You're the whore!" All to prop up their idol, their so-called queen, in my thoughts. It wasn't long before they hit me with that electronic simulation—a phantom manhood forced into my mouth, not real in the flesh but enough to feel invading. I know the truth of it, even as they keep pumping in lies to blur the line, all while gloating like they've won.
Right on the heels of that assault, something holy broke through—an angel swept into me, bold and clear, proclaiming "Word of God" like a command to fill my mouth with its unbreakable truth. In that instant, I felt the rush of its power, washing away the swelling and those vile, rapist's thoughts like they were nothing. The angel didn't let up, calling down the Word's strength again and again, a steady shield in the storm. But those stubborn agents kept pushing back, trying to drag me into their humiliation ritual. Even then, in the fight, I clung to God's rescue.
Kick her when she’s down! Violate her! We want to see Zion grovel in the dirt.” (Micah 4:11 MSG)
Irrevocable Calling
Before I unfold the backstory—some of which is recounted in Witnesses of God’s Word—I write this testimony because the evil I endure daily is great, yet so is the goodness I receive as God's counterattack in every moment that I am now compelled to speak. I can no longer remain silent, as they have always hoped I would.
Their “Der Ziggi,” the figurehead at the center of that freemasonry web, spelled it out to me more than once, as though he expected me to collapse into jealousy. On their screens, she is made to appear sexy and objectified, a woman reduced to a figure carved for their stares. He showed no hesitation, even when a Christian pastor in my mind named it for what it was—prostitution. There was no pushback, no acknowledgment that a true believer would never look like a prostitute especially on their Beast system.
The truth has been made clearer to me regarding why Ada is being used as an ally of Babylon to destroy my soul, aside from harvesting favor from enemies of Christ. On two recent occasions, through my father’s sermons, he inadvertently revealed truths about what had transpired with that former church—the one formed through the merging of my father’s congregation and her father’s, which my family has already left except for my two younger sisters who eventually went back there in Manila to work.
My father once recounted from the pulpit that on the very first day of our first meet-up at a private resort, when everyone was called to eat, he was shocked to see that the first to occupy the tables and chairs were their "leaders" rather than the members—the flock we were meant to shepherd.
“They love the place of honor at banquets and the chief seats in the synagogues, and respectful greetings in the market places, and being called Rabbi by men.” (Matthew 23:6–7 NASB 1995)
Deeply angered and disheartened, my father left the area and returned to his room. Ada's father then followed him and reprimanded him, saying that their church taught respect for their leaders. My father then simply complied. Yet the Word of God clearly shows, through Christ’s example of washing His disciples’ feet, that true leadership is service.
"So when He had washed their feet, and taken His garments and reclined at the table again, He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? You call Me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am. If I then, the Lord and the Teacher, washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I gave you an example that you also should do as I did to you.” (John 13:12–15 NASB 1995)
In another sermon, just this past Sabbath, my father revealed that while we're still in Manila and preparing to preach on The Beatitudes—one of the most profound teachings of our Lord Jesus during His time on earth—Ada's father forbade him from doing so. My believing heart cannot comprehend why a senior pastor of a church that claims to be true would prohibit Christ's teaching to be preached. Something must have been really wrong in this former church even then.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me.
Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great; for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
-The Beatitudes (Matthew 5:3–12 NASB 1995)
In March of this year, during one of my most disheartening days, I found myself weary from the relentless hatred and curses hurled against me day after day. In that moment of exhaustion, God gently led me to open my Bible. As I flipped through its pages, my eyes fell upon her very name, the church acquaintance who had become, in my mind, an idol exalted by Babylon’s agents: Adah, the wife of Lamech, and mother of Jabal and Jubal, descendants of Cain. Later, I learned that Adah (or Ada) is mentioned again in connection with Edom, as the wife of Esau, both lines symbolically representing those who turned away from God.
"Lamech took to himself two wives: the name of the one was Adah, and the name of the other, Zillah. Adah gave birth to Jabal; he was the father of those who dwell in tents and have livestock. His brother’s name was Jubal; he was the father of all those who play the lyre and pipe. As for Zillah, she also gave birth to Tubal-cain, the forger of all implements of bronze and iron; and the sister of Tubal-cain was Naamah." (Genesis 4:19–22 NASB 1995)
"Esau took his wives from the daughters of Canaan: Adah..." (Genesis 36:2–4 NASB 1995)
God revealed this truth to me even though I had never sought to discover it on my own. I understood that His revelation was purposeful. In 2023, I had already discerned how deeply the freemasons regard symbolism—especially the power of names.
For instance, I realized that one reason I was seen as a “lucky charm” was because of my name, Jireh Grace, which means “God’s provision and grace.” The name Jehovah Jireh, meaning “The Lord will provide” or literally “God sees my needs beforehand,” was declared by Abraham when his faith was tested. God commanded him to offer his son Isaac as a sacrifice, but just before Abraham struck his son with the knife, the Lord provided a ram in Isaac’s place. Abraham named that place Jehovah Jireh—the same region that would later become Jerusalem, where our Lord Jesus Christ Himself was crucified.
“Abraham called the name of that place The Lord Will Provide, as it is said to this day, ‘In the mount of the Lord it will be provided.’” (Genesis 22:14 NASB 1995)
I once believed that the reason a certain woman was chosen to represent Anna (Babylon's woman representative)—and why she and others seemed pampered at my expense, treated as favorites and children by those in power—was because of her name. Yet today, I see that the meaning of her name is being fulfilled in a far darker sense, as she becomes symbolically the “wife” of my oppressors, who continually chant “Husband and wife! Husband and wife!” while silently implying “She is UKUSA’s wife.”
In my spirit, I recognize this as the pattern of Cain’s lineage repeating—the “Adah” spirit, the wife of many Cains in my life today. My oppressors have even twisted the name Adah into a label for every Christian I know, including myself, saying “Ada mo”—which translates to “Your Ada,” or “Your Christianity.” This perversion of meaning is an abomination before the Lord Jesus Christ, whose Name is above every name.
“For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” (Philippians 2:9–11 NASB 1995)
When I sought to understand the meaning of my mother’s names, the Filipinos around me persistently urged me to also look up the name Ada. I was hoping to find the Hebrew translation of my mom's name, Lois, which means “highly favored.” At first, my search results for Ada only revealed that it was a variation of Adelaide, the German word for “of nobility.” Those who opposed me seemed to rejoice at this, as if triumphing in their own interpretation. Yet my true intent was to uncover the Hebrew meaning, seeking God’s truth behind the name that they so proudly chant and adore in my mind.
From Bible Hub, I learned that Ada is the Hebrew root word which means “to adorn” or "to beautify" according to Strong's H5710. However, when I turned to its Aramaic origin in the Bible, I discovered that Adah (or Ada) carries the literal meaning “to remove,” “to take away,” "to revoke," "to pass away." This word appears in the Book of Daniel, where the exile of Israel in Babylon is recorded and where God revealed visions concerning the end times and the Great Tribulation. In that context, the term describes the removal or taking away of God’s people from their land—a symbol of loss and separation.
Although the meaning seems negative, the Lord impressed upon me a deeper truth: even in persecution or exile, nothing can take away what God has ordained for His children—our calling, our salvation, and His unchanging love. Just as Israel’s freedom was restored after seventy years in Babylon, so too will His captive children be restored in God’s perfect time.
I never desired to become the villain in anyone’s story, as has been done to me, and I do not wish to dwell on such painful thoughts. Yet I believe the Lord revealed this truth to me through the folly of my oppressors—to show that He can turn even their schemes into instruments of His salvation. Their pursuit is futile, for no one can prevail against what God has appointed.
“In the third year of the reign of Jehoiakim king of Judah, Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon came to Jerusalem and besieged it. The Lord gave Jehoiakim king of Judah into his hand, along with some of the vessels of the house of God; and he brought them to the land of Shinar, to the house of his god, and he brought the vessels into the treasury of his god.” (Daniel 1:1–2 NASB 1995)
“For the gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.” (Romans 11:29 NASB 1995)
God revealed this passage to me not merely to defend my innocence against my adversary—who has taken on the person and image of Adah—but to remind me of something greater. He wanted me to guard my heart from anger toward her. Cain, the first murderer, was given a mark on his forehead so that no one would harm him; this is so no one would follow in his footsteps especially God's children. He wills me to surrender my desire for vengeance and trust in His justice.
I have come to understand that I cannot avenge myself against the “Cains” in my life. Vengeance belongs to God alone, and He is already at work, carrying out His perfect justice in His own time and way.
"So the Lord said to him, “Therefore whoever kills Cain, vengeance will be taken on him sevenfold.” And the Lord appointed a sign for Cain, so that no one finding him would slay him." (Genesis 4:15 NASB 1995)
"Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord." (Romans 12:19 NASB 1995)
It has not escaped my notice that there have been news reports in the media about Nigerian Christians being beheaded from early 2024 until today. During that time, I chose not to watch any news concerning calamities or even updates about my fellow brethren in Christ—whether joyful occasions such as revivals or grievous persecutions like mass beheadings.
The reason was simple yet serious: I had grown emotionally numbed from the constant torment I endured day after day. Whether through induced abusive thoughts and false guilt attributed to Remote Neural Monitoring (RNM) or through hateful speech transmitted via Voice-to-Skull (V2K) technology, my inner world had become a battlefield.
A psyop officer just impressed upon my mind that if I am constantly subjected to tormenting conversations designed to provoke a reaction, to the point that I must consciously force myself at every waking moment not even to think about them—let alone respond emotionally—then it is natural that “no reaction” to all other stimuli becomes my conditioned response, unless otherwise influenced through induced thoughts.
Whenever I encounter such videos, I long to respond as my true self—to feel genuine human emotion rather than the artificial detachment of an imposed alter or the coldness of a projected psychopathic frequency. Remembering who God created me to be, and believing what He declares about my identity, remains my saving grace each day.
"For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well." (Psalm 139:13–14 NASB 1995)
In this psyop, the code “Nigeria” could only mean one thing: “No to Jireh’s Christian faith.” This act of beheading serves as a physical parallel to what is happening to me daily—the symbolic “beheading” of my mind, the erasure of my thoughts, and the disabling of my mental faculties until my soul itself feels destroyed.
I cannot help but connect this to the deception that began in 2023, when Ada was exalted as an idol in my mind. From that time onward, almost everything related to Christianity in my life was ascribed to the name “Ada.” It was only in March 2024 that this situation turned far more distressing.
That month, in a moment of anger, after having been delivered from the spirit of Freemasonry—which had caused me intense headaches and even two consecutive instances of vomiting—and from generational curses during deliverance sessions with Noah Hines the week prior in February, I happened to watch a now deleted video uploaded to Rainbolt’s YouTube page (Read "An Anatomy of a Psyop War" for context). The video featured the Geoguessr 2024 European World Cup of Middle East and Africa Quarter Finals.
Unexpectedly, I saw a duel involving a newly introduced player named Mada. I decoded it as a code meaning, “Christian Ada named Noah delivers Jireh from spiritual bondage.” They interpreted my first deliverance session as a form of “aggressive Christianity” because, instead of following their demand that I should love the freemasons and their ideology, I chose to be delivered from their spirit and influence. Thus, in their twisted symbolism, “Mada” became shorthand for “Mad Ada.”
I became furious that something as sacred and significant as my deliverance could be used and twisted for their agenda under the guise of “Christianity.” I declared in anger, “It was Noah Hines who helped me, not Ada! He has a name given to him by the Lord!” Moments later, the player Kodiak won the match. I immediately interpreted this as code—“Kodiak” being a play on “code”—a response to my earlier statement correcting “Ada” to “Noah.”
It was clear to me that their intention had been for me to watch that specific episode. Many months earlier, I had vowed never again to engage in “mental Geoguessr.” Yet, in that moment—after my deliverance—I felt as though an unseen force compelled me to click that video.
I could not help but ask: If she is really my sister, why do we not ‘look the same’? Just as I find resemblance and kinship with the persecuted Nigerian Christians I have seen, I find none with her. Why does she continue to be aligned with Babylon and remain its honored ally and sister?
My youngest sister once recently confided during a moment of deep sadness due to spiritual longing for a true friend that she had always wanted to speak openly with our other sisters who remained in that church. However, she hesitated out of fear of being misjudged—even on simple matters. She felt she had to carefully measure her words, as judgment seemed inevitable, especially from one particular sister with a stronger personality. As we all have long known, this behavior stemmed from the culture instilled within that church: a way of approaching matters with rigid scrutiny, even when compassion was needed most.
She lamented how distant and unreachable our sisters had become, unable to maintain genuine connection with our family—a reflection, perhaps, of what I can only describe as Christian elitism.
On another occasion, she shared how she felt compelled to remove all the members of that particular church from her social media after our family decided to leave. Not long after our departure, hidden issues within the church began to surface, and she was deeply disheartened by the revelations. She does not want to know of the ensuing drama.
That same evening, though I had already made peace in my heart regarding her and their church, I was taken aback to learn that the money pledged by our satellite church in Baguio—funds intended for the construction of its building, which I had already begun to design as a freshman architecture student back in 2011—was taken by the main church, most likely after my father’s departure. The funds were reportedly used in 2023 to purchase a private resort in Batangas for their own purposes. Meanwhile, the remaining members in Baguio, who had relied on online sermons, eventually drifted away. The congregation dissolved almost completely after the last of my sisters who remain their member returned to Manila for work, leaving no one to lead them spiritually.
“Son of man, prophesy against the shepherds of Israel. Prophesy and say to those shepherds, ‘Thus says the Lord God, “Woe, shepherds of Israel who have been feeding themselves! Should not the shepherds feed the flock? You eat the fat and clothe yourselves with the wool, you slaughter the fat sheep without feeding the flock. Those who are sickly you have not strengthened, the diseased you have not healed, the broken you have not bound up, the scattered you have not brought back, nor have you sought for the lost; but with force and with severity you have dominated them...
Is it too slight a thing for you that you should feed in the good pasture, that you must tread down with your feet the rest of your pastures? Or that you should drink of the clear waters, that you must foul the rest with your feet? As for My flock, they must eat what you tread down with your feet and drink what you foul with your feet!'” (Ezekiel 34:2–4, 18–19 NASB 1995)
In hindsight, I see now that the life Ada has and the version of herself shaped by those experiences—is perhaps the life I might have had had our churches never merged. I often wonder if I should have stayed within the “sheep pen,” but then I remember: grace found me outside of it.
The Beast's XKeyScore: Who Keeps the Real Score?
So here goes the truth: through XKeyscore—the chilling NSA tool Edward Snowden exposed in The Guardian in 2013, which vacuums up metadata and with it fragments of our very lives—they distort the image of my dearest friend. They portray her with wild, unkempt hair, as though they could tangle her spirit itself, mocking the grace that is hers by nature. It is nothing but a game to them: a calculated attempt to smudge purity in order to wound. Yet my heart knows the deeper truth—what is truly beautiful cannot be touched by their deception.
As I reflected more deeply, I began piecing together these troubling clues. They had confirmed the distorted and demeaning portrayal of my appearance on their surveillance screens by displaying an image of a ragdoll—resembling a grotesque caricature of a Sesame Street character—designed to render their abuse all the more effortless, given that the perpetrators were all men.
In a particularly manipulative revelation, they admitted that the only figure who perceived me as beautiful was their ringleader, Rainbolt, who consistently presented himself as understanding and supportive amid the chaos. Yet, I have come to recognize this for what it truly is: a deliberate role, with him serving as their "white guy" proxy in the relentless cycle of good-cop, bad-cop tactics aimed at keeping me emotionally off-balance.
The World Does Not Know Us
See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are. For this reason the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. (1 John 3:1 NASB 1995)
In my understanding, there are several reasons why I believe I appear “ugly” on their screens. These reasons are deeply connected to my personal history, my faith, and my ongoing experiences:
An MK Ultra Target from a Christian Background: I was born into a Christian family, raised in a Christian environment, and through most of my life adapted Jesus Christ's teachings as a way of life—foremost of which is The Beatitudes. Because of this, I believe I became an MK Ultra target—someone they seek to “kill” by destroying my soul. Within the first quarter of 2025, the psyop officer behind Rainbolt’s voice admitted that I was found innocent of their charges.
A Survivor of Control and Destitution: Having lived as a true MK Ultra survivor, my life was largely controlled in ways designed to annihilate me and leave me destitute. Simply existing has been extraordinarily difficult; life itself has often felt like an almost impossible challenge.
Ongoing Abuse and Pain: To this day, I have endured extreme abuse and deep pain. Yet, by God’s grace, much of this pain has been erased.
The Lord’s Protection as My Firewall vs Injustice: Even as they continue to put filth into my mind, the Lord has always protected me. I believe the Holy Spirit has become my brain’s firewall, continually cleansing and shielding me from harm.
A Life Lived Hidden: My life has always been hidden. Although I have been notable in some of the communities I joined, I concealed both my victories and my sorrows. People do not really know me. I was never “crab-raved” by society like influencers today, except for a few genuine words of appreciation spoken privately—and one memorable event when an instructor lauded my work in front of our class in my absence. I have never been anyone’s idol. From my high school years onward, beginning at church, I have felt largely invisible.
"For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God." (Colossians 3:3 NASB 1995)
A Life Anchored in Christ: I have truly accepted Jesus Christ wholeheartedly as my Lord, Father, and Savior, and I now have a personal relationship with Him even as I remain a target. Despite a psyop soldier telling me I have become “uglier” since drawing closer to God, my life has greatly improved since coming to Him. God Himself, along with my angels, has even told me to wear my white robe—the Holy Spirit—as His covering and presence.
Spiritual Unfaithfulness
And I saw that for all the adulteries of faithless Israel, I had sent her away and given her a writ of divorce, yet her treacherous sister Judah did not fear; but she went and was a harlot also.(Jeremiah 3:8 NASB 1995)
In contrast, I have come to understand that the reason their idol queens appear beautiful on their screens is rooted in the following, amongst their other on-going sins:
The Nature of Pride: They possess pride, and pride is the very nature of Satan. They are proud of who they are, they take pride in their achievements, and they constantly tell the world about it.
Becoming Influencers and Idols: Through this pride and self-promotion, they become “influencers” until they are elevated to the status of “idols” wherever they are “seen.”
The Spirit of Jezebel: They act as children of Jezebel because they carry the spirit of Jezebel: a spirit that causes division among people, a jealous, seductive, and manipulative spirit that deliberately harms others. Those who admire such figures can quickly turn into “flying monkeys” or cult-like followers, harassing anyone perceived as a threat to her.
Idolatry and Spiritual Prostitution: They have idols. They love this world or the things of this world, and their god is not God alone. That is why, in His sight, idolatry is prostitution—and being an idol yourself is prostitution.
“Moreover, you took your sons and daughters whom you had borne to Me and sacrificed them to idols to be devoured. Were your harlotries so small a matter? You slaughtered My children and offered them up to idols by causing them to pass through the fire.” (Ezekiel 16:20–21 NASB 1995)
Anjee, the first woman positioned against me, frequently maligned others and shaped narratives to present herself as the victim. She often shared to me stories of how people had wronged her, and at the time I believed her—never realizing that I would eventually become one of her perceived competitor.
Before I was regarded as her adversary, I once believed she was telling the whole truth, because I trusted in her humanity. I understood that it is entirely possible to be mistreated multiple times by those we trust. In her case, she claimed to have suffered four such incidents, which I now recognize as relatively minor occurrences that she had exaggerated through distorted interpretations of what truly transpired. Having myself endured psychological abuse on many occasions, I was inclined to believe her stories.
Ada, the second woman, in my understanding, appears to have been connected to several incidents—four in particular—where women around her were, in psyop terms, “neutralized” or pressured to diminish themselves. Some were compelled to make themselves small or subordinate, as I personally experienced, while others were quietly pressured to leave the church unceremoniously.
From my perspective, these actions were influenced by larger forces—the mind hackers, controllers, and signals intelligence operatives orchestrating these events. This connection became clearer as groups such as Freemasonry and the Illuminati, who continue to interrogate me, repeatedly defended her in ways that felt abusive toward me.
From my understanding, these two women appear to support “Anna” (Babylon’s symbolic representative), who embodies what I identify as a Jezebelian spirit—a force marked by manipulation, jealousy, and domination. Anna is a global hivemind that opposes me and seeks to undermine my humanity.
Lambs and Calves
Within this psyop, they function as denier alters—denying my existence and humanity at every turn. These three alters appear to be best friends, like the three Tombliboos in the Teletubbies spin-off In The Night Garden. In a symbolic sense, they are like the “three calves of Samaria”, kissing each other and building their own Towers of Babel (seen from timestamp 6:43).
These Towers of Babel are formed from Jezebelian spirits of jealousy, envy, narcissism, haughtiness, and self-righteousness—spirits that they impose inside my very mind. These forces override my own spirit, torturing my soul moment by moment, and all of it happens against my will.
"Now they sin more and more; they make idols for themselves from their silver, cleverly fashioned images, all of them the work of craftsmen. It is said of them, “Those who offer human sacrifices kiss the calf-idols!”" (Hosea 13:2 NIV)
Today, I am being abused for the selfish gain of Ada—who is revealed to be indebted to me because UKUSA (particularly Canada) made me her “lucky charm.” This “intel” was revealed to me through the “Lambs” episode of Season 1 of Teletubbies.
The main Teletubbies correspond to the Five Eyes countries: Tinky Winky represents the United Kingdom, Dipsy represents Canada, Laa-Laa represents the United States, and Po represents Australia, with the baby sun symbolizing New Zealand.
From timestamp 2:50, Tinky Winky (representing the UK) is seen pulling down the Five Eyes sheep’s lever—symbolizing a downgrading of their status among their ranks. God revealed to me that they are the four Seraphim described in the books of Ezekiel, Daniel, and Revelation: angels with the faces of a lion, an ox, a human, and an eagle. In the end times, these beings continually worship and proclaim God’s holiness, announce and authorize the unfolding judgments, and embody and reflect God’s complete nature and authority over creation.
From timestamp 13:00, Noo (representing the Christians within their hierarchy) is shown cleaning the Triangle, which symbolizes the global system—possibly the World Economic Forum. Then Dipsy (representing Canada) decides to change the system. On the control board, he pulls Christians down and “changes their destinies.” He turns Christ’s suffering sheep—His flock—into “lucky charms” by stealing their “stars” and exchanging them with others of their choosing, the apostates referenced in Micah 2. In the episode, Canada is seen “pushing their buttons” and playing the “Tinkle Winkle, Little Star” song with their heads, making them sound like ailing and sickly sheep.
"Therefore thus says the Lord, “Behold, I am planning against this family a calamity from which you cannot remove your necks; and you will not walk haughtily, for it will be an evil time. On that day they will take up against you a taunt and utter a bitter lamentation and say, ‘We are completely destroyed! He exchanges the portion of my people; How He removes it from me! To the apostate He apportions our fields.’" (Micah 2:3-4 NASB 1995)
I must firmly caution against watching this series or attempting to search for hidden meanings in what appears on our screens. When God revealed this truth to me—an awakening that brought me to my knees in repentance and led me to cease seeking further clues—I understood that we must not “worship the image of the Beast” by marveling at its power to predict events or to shape our perception of reality, especially for those caught at the center of psychological warfare. We must always remember that God is sovereign and in control. No human device, no matter how persuasive, can ever stand against His work and eternal promises.
“The beast that you saw was, and is not, and is about to come up out of the abyss and go to destruction. And those who dwell on the earth, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, will wonder when they see the beast, that he was and is not and will come.” (Revelation 17:8 NASB 1995)
Daughters of Zion
In God’s love and grace for me, it has been a long time since good agents began to defend me by speaking up against the astral-projecting UKUSA agents and their allies. Often their defense is voiced in anger, though at times it comes calmly and earnestly—pleading with me to ignore these attacks for everyone’s sake. They know that these agents continuously interfere with my mind, trying to trigger “mental bombs” that somehow send shockwaves around the world in the form of events none of us (except these NTOC operatives) want to see happen.
Today, when they refused to stop electronically raping me by simulating a virtual forced fellatio, one of the good agents finally stood up once more. This agent revealed the whole truth about why God made Ada appear like a prostitute on their screens. He recalled a moment from my past when my best friend at church was compelled to give a public repentance and apology before the entire congregation.
This happened because the senior pastor—Ada’s father—claimed that my friend’s photo, taken from her Friendster profile, had been placed on a pornographic website. While he told us this story, it was as if he himself had seen the proof. Of course, at the time, we simply accepted his words as truth without ever seeing any evidence for ourselves.
What struck me most—even at the time—was that my friend was made to apologize publicly for something that was not her fault. It appeared to me that she was forced to apologize simply for being beautiful enough to be featured on that site, framed as if she were one of those “daughters of Zion” who are haughty, when in truth she was far from that. She is, in fact, the most beautiful and also the kindest and most down-to-earth person I have ever had the pleasure of being friends with in the church. She is a person who is beautiful both inside and out.
Another incident followed that revealed just how deeply she was being wounded. During one of their make-up sessions, she came to me seeking comfort. She had been reduced to tears because a churchmate named Janel—who was very fond of Ada and her family—was literally looking down on her in a way that, in that moment, told her: “You’re not beautiful.”
I kept my thoughts to myself then, but even from my mild observations, it seemed to me a clear case of tribal mentality at work—a favoritism born out of having a “favorite” person to side with.
The man who stood up explained how Ada's father framed an innocent person, making my friend feel—and appear—as though she were a “dirty” woman. She was wrongfully pressured to stand before the church and admit fault, as if being “featured on a porn site” were her doing, rather than the result of evil men with sick and corrupt minds who exploited her image.
This mirrors exactly what is happening to me today at the hands of UKUSA and its allies—most particularly NICA, who sold me as a courier slave, and the AFP, which initiated Oplan Jericho in the Philippines. While Oplan Sunset—which, in essence, signifies their desire to dim my brightness like a sun they always seek to set—was being carried out against me, its counterpart, Oplan Ivory, whose very name implies someone they wish to present as spotless and pure, like the white keys of a piano, was being executed for her.
In time, I would come to remember that the pastor’s two sons were both involved in early relationships while serving in the church. Yet their cases were handled privately, with understanding and lenience—so unlike the harsh judgment faced by others, including a close friend of mine. I even heard it said that with regards to one of his son's case, the woman was blamed entirely for the young man’s actions.
Yet the truth is: it is often the man who initiates such relationships—who takes the first steps toward holding hands, physical intimacy, and, at times, sexual sins. I realized this through painful personal experience, having been approached by three different men in similar ways.
I grieved for my younger self. At eighteen, when I impulsively accepted a sudden public proposal in January 2012—without even having true feelings for the person—I believed I had already sinned simply by entering into an early relationship. Shame consumed me. I felt unworthy to stand before God, convinced that I had fallen beyond redemption. It seemed that failure was not permitted within that church’s culture, for to fail was to eventually expose oneself publicly if I were to be redeemed—and I feared that humiliation more than anything.
Yet, when the psychological warfare began and ensued, I came to know the true heart of the Father. Even before I sought forgiveness from Father God, He swiftly answered me, affirming my faith to fight for humanity at the time, though well aware that my only motive then was to help Ukraine. Even more, I experienced the depth of His mercy—how swiftly He forgives every repentance, whether born from past mistakes, generational burdens, or sins not willfully committed.
I first watched The Favourite in the summer of 2019, after the difficult period in my apprenticeship with Anjee. The film resonated deeply with my own experience of struggling against the system’s “favourites.” When my targeting became overt, I found myself compelled to speak out—saying truths to defend myself and to prevent further abuse, hoping that honesty would bring an end to their actions.
Over time, I was reminded of a haunting realization: if I kept fighting for my “rightful place as queen,” I might end up like Abigail, whose rise to power ultimately led to her own downfall—used and discarded for another’s pleasure, much like the rabbit she once mistreated. I saw in her fate a warning: the peril of competing within corrupt systems that reward manipulation over integrity.
Today, I no longer wish to fight like Anne Boleyn, who replaced a queen. Instead, I find peace in identifying with Catherine of Aragon, the displaced warrior queen from Spain—steadfast, dignified, and faithful despite the injustices she endured.
I believe this is why God is now bringing His justice—not only for me but for the many women whom the favourites' Freemason supporters appears to have “neutralized.” My own targeting is being used to reveal the truth about His chosen flock and the apostates who have received our stolen memories, stolen honor, and stolen lives through witchcraft and sorceries—such as destiny exchanges and divination—similar to what I experienced with Anjee and what I am now experiencing with Ada.
Israel was holy to the Lord, the first of His harvest. All who ate of it became guilty; evil came upon them,” declares the Lord. (Jeremiah 2:3 NASB 1995)
Declaration of Truth
It is 3 A.M., and my mind feels empty—like a zombie—unable to think or form words. I find myself struggling to wrap up this testimony with a final message of God’s victory without His help. Thoughts intrude, whispering that I do not mind letting God see me falter in the middle of doing His work, that my inability to speak about what He has taught me means I do not value Him enough. Yet I know this is not true. God has been urging me to reveal the truth of this psyop, though not yet in its entirety, and still I felt paralyzed.
When I sought God for assurance, He was silent for the first time. Then, as I turned to Jesus for comfort, He gently said, “I know you are so tired right now,” confirming what I already knew—that nothing was coming from my mind. I leaned on the hope that God understood my weariness, but I also realized I needed to actively reject the condemning thoughts telling me I did not value Him. So, I apologized, and God in His love quickly forgave me.
Though I have since forgotten the exact words He spoke that reawakened my ability to think, I know it was Him who restored my thought patterns and allowed me to write again. This moment stands as a reminder that God always comes to our aid, even when it feels impossible—just as He rescued my mouth, my psyche, and my spirit through the power of His Word.
This painting speaks of the faded beauty and grandeur behind the child which echo what the UK once represented for me—everything I left behind, including the “crown of thorns” of suffering brought about by the place of Sheba, the very reason God is healing me, as if to bandage my head.
Since 2002, I have endured unrelenting physical and psychological MK-Ultra-style torment. Yet, as in the painting, only the white robe God has given me—His holiness through His Word and the Holy Spirit—truly covers me. I look upward, toward my Father in heaven, even though I may still seem blind, unaware of the full truth behind this deceptive psyop. Today, this artwork stands as a metaphor of moving forward with gladness and blessed assurance that God is saving me, carrying me toward the day when we meet at the end.
I recall the time when, upon reading the passage where Paul called himself and his companions the “scum of the world” and other degrading titles for the sake of Christ, I could not help but feel honored myself—for I, too, share in the suffering for Christ, my Father.
“To this present hour we are both hungry and thirsty, and are poorly clothed, and are roughly treated, and are homeless; and we toil, working with our own hands; when we are reviled, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure; when we are slandered, we try to conciliate; we have become as the scum of the world, the dregs of all things, even until now.” (1 Corinthians 4:11–13 NASB 1995)
Many times, His angels have taught me that a servant cannot be greater than her Master. If our Lord—the King of kings and Lord of lords—suffered a death reserved for criminals at the hands of His own people who rejected Him, then we, too, must be willing to endure suffering, perhaps even greater in measure. For such is the path of true servanthood.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, a slave is not greater than his master, nor is one who is sent greater than the one who sent him.” (John 13:16 NASB 1995)
Even as they attempt to shame me—as any victim of violation has often felt while testifying before others about their painful experience—I do not feel even the slightest shame. In truth, I feel none at all. The Lord has washed me clean, that I may wear my white robe today. And just as He did with the prophet Ezekiel, He has made my forehead like emery, strong and unyielding against the stubbornness and rebellion of those who oppose Him.
“Yet the house of Israel will not be willing to listen to you, since they are not willing to listen to Me. Surely the whole house of Israel is stubborn and obstinate. Behold, I have made your face as hard as their faces and your forehead as hard as their foreheads. Like emery harder than flint I have made your forehead. Do not be afraid of them or be dismayed before them, though they are a rebellious house.” (Ezekiel 3:7–9 NASB 1995)
From my experience today, I have learned that I do not even need to act when they abuse me—God immediately descends into my spirit and responds to them with sharp words that reveal forgotten truths such as when my friend was wronged. I have even felt how deeply God’s anger burns against them; when they are humiliated by the simple declaration of truth, I sense His own satisfaction as they bow their heads in shame and defeat.
God has repeatedly taught me to lean on Him and take refuge in His presence, even when there seems to be no escape or defense against the full-blown hatred directed at me. This hatred has gone far beyond the stated objectives of their psyop, which is to distract, confuse, and destabilize their enemy.
Indeed, as fellow TI in Christ Rob stated in his video description, psyops serve as a cover for Satanic Ritual Abuse, where familiar spirits are invoked by high-level Satanists to summon demons and worship Satan. Through my own experience, I have come to understand the sobering truth: their ultimate aim is to capture as many souls as possible for hell, including those they have gathered to watch this psyop, deceiving them into turning against and seeking to destroy the brethren in the Lord.
I have discovered that God is always present to answer my questions. And when they try to make me doubt whether it is truly Him speaking, He consistently reminds me: would I reject all the miracles He has already done for me? Today was one of those moments. God defended me and chose to strike them down with fire—by the Word of God and by the word of my testimony—all the evidence He has already given me, waiting to be gathered and revealed in full narrative by the Truth Himself, who is God.
“Because you have kept the word of My perseverance, I also will keep you from the hour of testing, that hour which is about to come upon the whole world, to test those who dwell on the earth.” (Revelation 3:10 NASB 1995)
“Then one of the elders answered, saying to me, ‘These who are clothed in the white robes, who are they, and where have they come from?’ I said to him, ‘My lord, you know.’ And he said to me, ‘These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.’” (Revelation 7:13–14 NASB 1995)
I invite you to find encouragement in the song “The Lord Is My Rock” from the album David: Ordinary Man, Extraordinary God. Take time to reflect on its message and let its truth dwell deeply within your heart. Remember that the Lord is our faithful deliverer—He will rescue us from this tribulation, just as He continually delivers me each day from the snares of my enemies.
Disclaimer: In my testimonies, living people become code names used in the psyop. These names serve as avatars for agents—often modeled on people from my past with whom I’ve had either negative or positive experiences—to give the simulated agents (sentient AI bots) backstories that evoke emotional resonance and intensify my pain as a target. When the persona is based on a good friend, they are turned into an opponent. When it’s a female who abused me or with whom I had a negative encounter, the persona manifests as their “idol” or “queen of heaven” figure, similar to what is called a familiar spirit in spiritual warfare. Some people used as malignant agents don’t even know me personally. They are chosen because of their affinity or relationship with the agent’s country of origin—for example, “Der Ziggi” (a freemason, in one period representing Germany) and “Rainbolt” (for the USA). The real people whose names are used are unaware that this global psyop is happening in my head, connected to their own lives at present, or that their identities are being used in harmful ways for slow-kill sadistic torture. I’ve been told the reason their spirits are summoned and that parts of their selves are “imprisoned” in this cybernetic system as malignant forces is that they have made covenants with Satan or committed sins they haven’t repented of. They are accountable only to God, and I leave that to Him. Today, I can say this without judgment. May God help us all.
