Witnesses of God's Word
- Fingerprinting Auroras
- 5 days ago
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Updated: 4 days 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.)
"Now when they have finished their testimony, the beast that comes up from the Abyss will attack them, and overpower and kill them. Their bodies will lie in the public square of the great city—which is figuratively called Sodom and Egypt—where also their Lord was crucified. For three and a half days some from every people, tribe, language and nation will gaze on their bodies and refuse them burial. The inhabitants of the earth will gloat over them and will celebrate by sending each other gifts, because these two prophets had tormented those who live on the earth.
But after the three and a half days the breath of life from God entered them, and they stood on their feet, and terror struck those who saw them. Then they heard a loud voice from heaven saying to them, “Come up here.” And they went up to heaven in a cloud, while their enemies looked on.
At that very hour there was a severe earthquake and a tenth of the city collapsed. Seven thousand people were killed in the earthquake, and the survivors were terrified and gave glory to the God of heaven." (Revelation 11:7-13 NASB 1995)
There are moments when the voices of my oppressors resound in my mind, and a quiet whisper of doubt arises—questioning whether I am truly among His chosen ones who will be delivered and set free during the Great Tribulation. In such moments, the passage concerning the Two Witnesses has always been a profound source of comfort to me. I have often regarded them as especially blessed: their “ending,” their assured place in heaven, was proclaimed by God the Father thousands of years ago. Though I have never truly believed myself to be one of them, I have held fast to the Word that promises His witnesses—those over whom Babylon gloats—will be redeemed and restored to life by His Spirit.
My decision to figuratively “wear sackcloth” today springs not only from a posture of humility and repentance, but also from the ongoing reality that my oppressors continue to gloat over me. They seem to take pleasure in my afflictions, desiring my spiritual death. They are not satisfied merely with tormenting my mind—inducing both anterograde and retrograde amnesia through their invisible pressures—but find delight in my suffering. In them, I see a reflection of “Babylon the Woman,” whom I believe corresponds to the “Sodom and Egypt” referenced in the passage—the very place where our Lord Jesus Christ was crucified.
I am reminded now that long before there were suffering Christians in the church of Smyrna, long before the Two Witnesses, and even before the term “targeted individuals” came to be, there was—first and foremost—our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. My psychotherapist once shared something that left a deep impression on me while advising me about my internal shame stemming from a traumatic experience. He said, “Remember Christ before He was crucified. The Roman soldiers cast lots for His garment. Do not discount the possibility that He was also violated, even sodomized, because in those days this was how the Romans degraded their enemies. His captors did it to humiliate Him.”
At that time, I believed what he said, though part of me instinctively rejected it because I could not bring myself to imagine our pure and holy Jesus being violated in such a way. I had not yet fully understood or accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. Yet today, as my faith in Christ has deepened, I see more clearly how His Spirit is at work within me and how He defends me. The truth that I am one of His witnesses has begun to unfold in my life. Still, the devil’s army continues to try to humiliate me—remotely and electronically—a new form of spiritual violation, a kind of assault that demons have inflicted for years.
May the Lord forgive me that His example is not always the first that comes to mind when I seek encouragement and comfort amid my suffering—the cup that I should drink, the cross that I should carry to be found worthy of His company in heaven after this tribulation. Yet I thank the Lord for still loving me wholeheartedly, for never once complaining when I have looked to the example of my brothers for comfort before His. Let us be reminded that He alone is the perfect example, for He took our sins upon Himself and died in our place. Even in His humanity, He endured the sinful nature of the flesh and yet lived and died without sin—being the only human ever to do so.
As a human being—and as so many of us do when we err—I have often struggled with my own humanity, especially now as I am endlessly tormented. In my distress, there have been moments when I could not control my anger, and it swelled into a desire for revenge. There were even times when I prayed for God to exact His vengeance—not only for me, His believing child, but for the countless other witnesses who suffer. In my search for understanding, I turned to the Bible and found both my faith and the truth of my situation confirmed.
"When He opened the fifth seal, I saw underneath the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God, and because of the testimony which they had maintained; and they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, will You refrain from judging and avenging our blood on those who dwell on the earth?” And there was given to each of them a white robe; and they were told that they should rest for a little while longer, until the number of their fellow servants and their brethren who were to be killed even as they had been, would be completed also." (Revelation 6:9–11 NASB 1995)
The Global Psyop In My Mind
I have come to see my own life as a microcosm of what I described in “An Anatomy of a Psyop War”. Psychological operations aren’t just something nations wage against each other; they are a quiet, relentless shaping of perception that reaches into the most intimate corners of our minds. What I once thought were random pressures or coincidences now feel like deliberate patterns—an invisible campaign of narratives, fears, and half-truths designed to influence not just what I think, but who I am.
This is not simply about politics or media spin. It’s about the spiritual dimension of deception. The psyop uses symbols, stories, and subtle manipulations to keep me disoriented and divided within myself. It thrives on fear, on distraction, on the erosion of discernment. Over time, it conditions the mind to accept falsehood as normal and truth as fringe. In this way, my inner world becomes a battlefield, a place where the war for reality itself is waged.
Looking at it through the lens of prophecy, I realize this isn’t just a social or psychological phenomenon—it’s a sign of the times. Scripture warns of great deception in the last days, of false messages that will test even the faithful. What the world calls “psyops” are, in a deeper sense, spiritual operations—designed to confuse, divide, and prepare hearts for something darker.
Today I remain a living archive of intelligence—a kind of “hivemind” from which fragments of possible events might be extracted. This has become a constant gamble, a hit-or-miss exercise where moments from my life are lifted, distorted, and then repackaged as news. Often inverted or twisted for effect, these fragments are reported with condescension, as if for the sadistic pleasure of those orchestrating them. The result is a false image of me: I am blamed for negative events even as my lived reality tells a different story.
Whenever I scan the news, I recognize a pattern of mockery. Syllables from my own name—ra, re, ri, ru, ja, je, ji, jo, ju—surface in headlines, place names, and bylines, like pins on a map tracing echoes of my daily life. These cues are subtle enough to be dismissed as coincidence yet deliberate enough to agitate me. Through this method, my experiences are continually embedded into public narratives, framed in ways that discredit me while entertaining others.
Yet paradoxically, I am also used as a source of good. Many “positive” stories online are seeded by my own thoughts and experiences, though the credit is rarely mine. Instead, it is redirected to women positioned against me, elevated as symbolic figures or “queens” within a narrative crafted by those running this operation. By attributing my contributions to them, the orchestrators weaponize image itself, ensuring that I am erased while they appear empowered. This is not simply personal theft—it is a deliberate tactic within a larger political game.
This news came a day after a moment where I found proof that I had fully forgiven Anjee. I had forgiven her before, but during that day’s stroll with my parents through Burnham Park and the newly developed Athletic Bowl—with its newly opened public tennis court—it became the clearest sign that all is well between us. Remembering how she once said she wanted to play tennis, I resolved to message her when I returned home, encouraging her to join the free classes being offered. It was my symbolic gesture of forgiveness for her part in what had happened to me. In this context, Alexandra came to symbolize my victories in the Ukraine operations, where she had once been postured as my stand-in, “the one who did it.” Eala, meanwhile, represented her beau, who bore a striking resemblance to the Eala I had known from my architecture classes.
At its heart, this is an image war: a form of tribalism where factions rally behind chosen representatives to embody the story they want the public to believe. By casting me as the defeated party and presenting others as the victors, they both undermine my credibility and consolidate their own. Behind polished headlines and carefully managed public personas, I remain the invisible worker—the one whose ideas generate their “credits.” The strategy achieves its dual purpose: destroying me in the process of elevating them, and maintaining their psychological and political control by projecting a virtuous façade that conceals the manipulation beneath.
"Soul-Tied" in Innocence
When I began journaling my reflections on what I had learned from God and sharing them publicly on my blog as testimony, it seemed to become, in their eyes, the clearest outward sign of my Christian faith. This act of public witness appeared to provoke offense. In response, they introduced into my mind a second female presence, Ada—someone they presented as my “helper,” that it would seem that she is the only influence capable of swaying the “audience” observing my inner suffering.
The reality, however, is it was when I began to think that if only they truly knew me—if only they could see the entirety of my life and inner world—that they finally understood and ceased their accusations and abuse. It was my idea of “Waff”: the mental act of placing my entire memory bank inside their minds, as though depositing my memories into them. Believing at the time that the AI agents simulated within my mind were real people, I attempted this transfer.
It was then that I finally managed to “rest,” allowing their chatter to continue in the background while I retreated into what I call my “unexplained compartment” in the brain. It felt as though I had learned to dissociate even within myself. This development occurred during what they termed the “Kansas” and “Arkansas” phases of the psyop, spanning September to October 2022, just before my birthday.
The fabricated connection between us was their only means of forging a significant association between me and her where none had previously existed. Initially, she was presented as a benevolent force, but over time she was elevated into an idol within my mind—an elevation that directly contradicts the first of the Ten Commandments given by God Most High to Moses. Despite this contradiction, they persisted in justifying their actions by declaring her “such a good Christian,” “so much better” than me, and “perfect in her obedience to the Lord.” Yet my own experience of her revealed that these claims were far from the truth.
This woman is a former acquaintance from our previous church, the daughter of the Senior Pastor. Although I made two attempts to befriend her—my first and last personal communications with her occurring in 2004 and 2011—she simply ignored me on both occasions. My saving grace came during the latter encounter. Though uncertain, I nevertheless welcomed her enthusiastically as a guest in our home.
When she did not utter a word to me, I told myself, “Perhaps she is simply like that—she just does not wish to talk.” I thank the Lord Christ who lives in my heart, for it was through Him that, despite my hesitation and the long gap between our interactions, I chose to follow the prompting of the Spirit of the Lord in both my actions and my thoughts.
Worship of Baal and the Queen of Heaven
Because I began to genuinely believe in God’s love for me through His Word in June 2023, they then chose to name and ascribe my Christian life to her. Beginning in 2024, they began portraying positive events inspired by my own life as her “intelligence,” as though my memories, ideas, and experiences belonged to her. They achieved this by “crediting” her through the insertion of consecutive letters of her name (ad, da, ada) in those news.
Now that she has been introduced into the psyop beyond my inner mindscape—where I have no control except over my own responses to the “trigger responses” they continue to inject into my brain—it has become nearly impossible for the psyop’s target personalities to discern the true source of the information or to identify the person who actually holds the so-called “hivemind.”
On a website where I first encountered the“Modals of MK Ultra Programming,” I came across two related designations: “Mistress of the Devil” and “Mother of Darkness.” According to that source, these labels are part of the symbolic lexicon used in certain mind-control narratives. Mistress of the Devil is described as a female archetype or agent used to embody or represent demonic or occult influence; Mother of Darkness refers to a figure of dark spiritual authority associated with manipulation and control. In the context of MK-Ultra or similar programming lore, these presence are imposed as archetypes to break down the subject’s identity and to transfer power and credit to the the designated person.
In my own experience, the “Mistress of the Devil” corresponds to the women they constantly elevate as idols inside my mind—through their human and AI supporters who actively work to undermine me. Their tactic is calculated: they strive to erase my original thoughts or to attribute them to these women by programming their names or images to appear immediately after any constructive or uplifting thought. In effect, they try to divert or reroute the sense of ownership of my thoughts toward the idol.
Once, in a moment of solace, I envisioned myself hugging Jesus—an image that brought comfort. But then, at a sudden juncture, it felt as though they hacked the imaginative region of my mind: my self was replaced by a blurred image of her, as though my consciousness were being re-registered internally as her. I “became” Ada hugging Jesus in the imagery. I interpret that as a deliberate attempt to overwrite my spiritual and emotional experience, casting her as the locus of godly intimacy.
The forced transformation of my inner self into her is intended to wound me emotionally and spiritually—so that I would feel as though my connection with Jesus were severed. This tactic also serves as a means of perpetually binding me to her, creating an imposed “soul tie” that I never consented to.
When before it was Anjee, now they frequently remind me of Ada in this manner, to ensure that positive news or ideas bearing syllables like Da, Ad, or Ada will surface. Below is a video and snapshots depicting the Rainman, who is actually Baal or the Devil, alongside his so-called “Queen of Heaven".
Over time, I’ve come to see that their audience is not limited to the agents or their “Rainman” reward systems. Their ultimate audience, in my view, is Satan—under Him are whatever malign spiritual hierarchy these operatives serve. This is not metaphorical but, as I understand it, literal Baal worship enacted through the idolization of his “mistresses.” In other words, their tactics are not merely psychological but symbolic, performed as part of a dark spiritual strategy meant to exploit and erase me.
In Jeremiah 7:18 and Jeremiah 44:17–19, 25 (NASB 1995), the queen of heaven refers to a pagan goddess (likely Ishtar or Astarte) worshipped by the Israelites to spite God, which God condemns.
"The children gather wood, and the fathers kindle the fire, and the women knead dough to make cakes for the queen of heaven; and they pour out drink offerings to other gods in order to spite Me." (Jeremiah 7:18 NASB 1995)
"But rather we will certainly carry out every word that has proceeded from our mouths, by burning sacrifices to the queen of heaven and pouring out drink offerings to her, just as we ourselves, our forefathers, our kings, and our princes did in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem; for then we had plenty of food and were well off and saw no misfortune. But since we stopped burning sacrifices to the queen of heaven and pouring out drink offerings to her, we have lacked everything and have met our end by the sword and by famine. “And,” said the women, “when we were burning sacrifices to the queen of heaven and were pouring out drink offerings to her, was it without our husbands that we made for her sacrificial cakes in her image and poured out drink offerings to her?”" (Jeremiah 44:17–19 NASB 1995)
"... thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, as follows: ‘As for you and your wives, you have spoken with your mouths and fulfilled it with your hands, saying, “We will certainly perform our vows that we have vowed, to burn sacrifices to the queen of heaven and pour out drink offerings to her.” Go ahead and confirm your vows, and certainly perform your vows!’" (Jeremiah 44:25 NASB 1995)
God's Judgement: The Two Witnesses
"And I will grant authority to my two witnesses, and they will prophesy for twelve hundred and sixty days, clothed in sackcloth. These are the two olive trees and the two lampstands that stand before the Lord of the earth. And if anyone wants to harm them, fire flows out of their mouth and devours their enemies; so if anyone wants to harm them, he must be killed in this way. These have the power to shut up the sky, so that rain will not fall during the days of their prophesying; and they have power over the waters to turn them into blood, and to strike the earth with every plague, as often as they desire." (Revelation 11:3–6 NASB 1995)
After the first Sunday I returned to church, I experienced a profound sense of relief. For the first time, I released myself from the internal shame of not having a job—a shame that the “Filipino agents” in my head had been using as a supposed legal right to accuse and abuse me further. That day, I finally opened my mouth and confessed this ongoing struggle to my cell group—our fellowship of women believers—and testified to how Jesus had delivered me from this burden through His loving care by His Spirit. Afterward, I felt free.
Altadena-Pasadena, Los Angeles Fires
However, the very next evening—when I thought I would have a completely victorious day with the Lord—I experienced what felt like sudden retaliation. As in so many instances before, thoughts were impressed upon me to check the news. My fault was that I did not listen to the inner prompting of the Holy Spirit warning me not to do so, as prior experiences had shown how easily my thoughts could be manipulated. Whenever I read a headline or a word online, invasive thoughts would suggest it was aimed against me, feeding the constant message that I was being humiliated before the entire intelligence community, even before the whole world.
When I scanned the news on Google, the first clip I saw was from the Golden Globes. Though I did not want to read it—being a movie lover who had not watched anything for some time except The Chosen—I gave in to the urging and clicked. Adrien Brody had won for The Brutalist, a film about an architect. Immediately I saw code words—many I recognized as mine, only a few as Ada’s or Anna’s—but I willed myself not to feel flattered or honored, because by that time God had already dealt with this matter in my heart. I decided to leave the online space.
The voices, however, kept chanting “Ada” in a narcissistic way, pressing upon me the idea that she was being glorified in the news—even by Japan (since many Japanese artists had won with the “ada” code)—a country whose governance I had long admired. I overcame the temptation to believe the narrative being spun. Yet because I resisted, the pressure intensified. When overwhelming feelings broke through, my internet connection suddenly went down, leaving me no chance to reconcile what I had seen with the truth.
The video that I put together above would later show me, as I highlighted all the supposed “code words,” that the opposite of what I was made to feel was actually true. At that moment, however, with no confirmation and only confusion, I was triggered into anger. In my mind, recalling passages I had read from Scripture as one of His witnesses, I cried out in my mind against them: “God will avenge me!”
The next Sabbath, I saw my mother scrolling through her Facebook feed. In a fleeting glance, I noticed she was watching a video of what appeared to be an entire city engulfed in flames. I assumed it was AI-generated because it seemed too catastrophic to be real. When I asked her what it was, she replied that Los Angeles, which I know is home to Hollywood, had burned within the week, the day after I cried for God's vengeance—and immediately I sensed what was happening. The Los Angeles fires, including the Eaton Fire, occurred in and around Altadena–Pasadena. Thoughts were again injected into me suggesting, “They deserve that,” which I struggled to reject in my heart and conscience until I felt emotionally numbed from the inner battle.
Later, while praying in our cell group—still resisting what I perceived as Anna’s narcissistic spirit being overlaid upon my own—I managed to pray sincerely for those affected by the fire. In humility, aware of who I truly am and who God made me to be, I even asked forgiveness for having asked God to avenge me. He did symbolically avenge me in this image war, but of course it did not feel good.
From that moment onward, I began praying daily for God to remove from me the spirit of vengeance. I recorded these brief prayers in a small notebook, as I often struggled to find the right words when praying aloud—my thoughts still limited by the simplicity of a child’s vocabulary. Not long after, He answered this prayer, just as He had done with my previous ones, as shown below where they are crossed out.
“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)
7.7 Mandalay, Myanmar Earthquake
I have observed that even when I refrain from responding to provocations, calamities still occur—events that I, along with many ordinary civilians, find unexplainable, almost as though their causes were unnatural. One such instance was the 7.7 Mandalay earthquake in Myanmar, near Bangkok, Thailand. But right before that earthquake, I was meditating on the Word of God and immersing myself in His presence through prayer. However, they waterboarded my mind, as always subjecting me to constant psychological abuse. Because of this relentless torment, I felt so sick and upset that I chose to stop and rest instead of continuing my spiritual discipline.
During those moments, voices of apostates—religious, controlling influences such as Jewish, Mormon, and Illuminati figures—would employ DARVO tactics, accusing me of disobedience to God simply for resting. They would curse me whether I was praying or resting, despite my exhaustion from what I perceived as the false image-building surrounding Ada and her supporter countries, especially the Philippines.
I recall the first time I heard of Mandalay was in the film 3 Idiots, where “Price Tag,” the nickname of one character, exclaimed “Mandalay, wow!” as he compliments Pia’s aunt on her fashion piece from Mandalay—this being a metaphor for materialism and worldliness. Earlier by the second half of 2022, I decoded "Myanmar" as a psyop code for “Mamayana, Mar” in Filipino, which translates to “We'll do it later, Maria.” At that time, it actually meant that my audience were saying, “We’ll repent later.” To this day, it appears that many intelligence agents have yet to repent.
When the Two Witnesses sent this message as a call for repentance, it was in response to their imposition of Ada in my mind that caused me to put away my Bible. The aggressors' primary reason for idolizing her appeared to be what they perceived as her “prosperity,” which they interpreted as “blessings from God.” This notion of blessing seemed to be largely material in nature, as they consistently admired financial or worldly success. In Filipino, they would often say “Daming gala!”—which translates to “So many outings!” or “Adventure!”—reflecting their tendency to equate material abundance and constant activity with divine favor.
James and John: The Sons of Thunder
I do not clearly recall why, but at the time I watched the episode of The Chosen titled The Sons of Thunder (Season 2, Episode 1), it seemed to sharpen my spiritual vision, allowing me to see more clearly that I should not wish the wrath of God upon my oppressors when Jesus set an example of how to love our enemies by restraining James and John—whom He called the Sons of Thunder—from physically retaliating.
Quite a few times during what I called the “Kansas” phase of my targeting—from that time I was fully hacked on October 16, 2022—dragons had appeared in my mind, breathing fire upon my opponents, reminiscent of Daenerys and her dragon in Game of Thrones. Yet even then, I never truly desired that my oppressors be physically harmed or killed.
It came as a surprise to me, in moments when I began to feel triggered again and sensed a vengeful spirit starting to form once more, that God directed me to continue watching the next episode of The Chosen. I encourage you to watch the series, as it has been a profound source of encouragement and wisdom for me in my journey as a targeted individual. I believe it will offer the same strength and insight to you as well.
It was when I recognized God’s guidance—even in the timing of when I watched each episode and when I was led to pause and reflect on lessons from a previous episode—that I realized He has always been in control of my life, anticipating even the future events that lie ahead, for He knows all that will unfold.
Ephraim: The Philippine Floods
By the second half of May, my phone broke in what I recognized as divine intervention. It happened in an almost absurd moment—I had mindlessly picked it up to kill a cockroach crawling on my wall. There were three of them in total, and one had woken me earlier that midnight. It was their first appearance in years, yet their sudden intrusion felt deliberate, as though carrying a message.
I understood it as God’s way of removing the lingering Leviathan influences, the big data from the internet, from my life once and for all. That incident became a turning point, drawing me back to my true purpose—the real reason He allowed me to endure this psyop: that through my testimony, I must proclaim His Word, His prophetic message concerning His judgment.
"They have set up kings, but not by Me; they have appointed princes, but I did not know it. With their silver and gold they have made idols for themselves, that they might be cut off. He has rejected your calf, O Samaria, saying, “My anger burns against them!” How long will they be incapable of innocence? For from Israel is even this! A craftsman made it, so it is not God; surely the calf of Samaria will be broken to pieces. For they sow the wind, and they reap the whirlwind. The standing grain has no heads; it yields no grain. Should it yield, strangers would swallow it up." (Hosea 8:4–7 NASB 1995)
Looking back, I realize that part of my struggle came from not fully grasping what “Mandalay” and God's other signs—often revealed through calamities—truly meant. My inability to discern their meaning clearly made it difficult to convey God’s intentions as He desired. The devil would always get ahead of me, twisting the narrative in my mind, distorting truth into self-blame, and making me believe I was at fault for things in which I was completely innocent.
Anyone outside such spiritual conflict might easily see through these lies, but because of those aligned with Ada’s camp, it is harder to confront the truth of their actions. I understand this well—the way they persist in accusing and tormenting me for something that is not mine to bear but theirs.
Through this experience, I have come to sense the depth of Babylon’s corruption. When they filled my thoughts with lies, negativity, and false guilt—traumatizing my soul until I nearly lost myself to the dumb spirit and the spirit of insanity—I began to perceive the true nature of their bondage. Ada’s group of alters and supporters continued in their idolatrous practices, demanding the sacrifice of my sanity and humanity to further damage my soul.
"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)
Yet even through this affliction, God used my voice as an instrument of warning. Before what would become a wake-up call for my country, the Philippines, His angel spoke through me, revealing the meaning of spiritual prostitution—what it signifies for those who have become idols themselves, and for those who continue to worship them.
“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)
Condemning Idolatry and Blasphemy
In Eat Flowers, I exposed who is truly to blame for implying that Ada is an actual prostitute to this system of men who, through their programs like XKeyScore, rape electronically. It was the Freemasonry themselves—her self-admitted primary sponsors of “abundance”—who orchestrated this narrative. They are the ones who, inside my own mind, grow angry whenever I manage to gain an edge in this warfare, whenever I rise even slightly, hissing the phrase “nasasapawan mo siya” (“you are overshadowing her”).
This reaction was only confirmed by the Christian presence in my mind, a presence that condemned her even when I could not. For despite my suffering, I have tried to follow the commands I am continually reminded of: “love your enemies” and “love your neighbor.” Yet Ada has never seemed like a sister to me, not with everything that continues to happen. These Christians inside me say, “You must condemn her.”
As a Christian with prior knowledge of God’s command that there shall be no other gods before Him, and knowing that He hates idolatry so much that it is the first rule in the Law of Moses—the Ten Commandments—I feel the weight of this struggle. In true devotion to God, I should be the first to condemn this abomination, and most especially the idol herself. It is the image they are so attached to, the image they treat as if they are in communion with the spirit of Ada herself. They hate it so much if she is even “hurt” inside my head.
What kind of Christian would I be if I do not condemn such an idol? God is so angry at it because whenever I worship Him, communicate with Him, pray to Him, or even read the Bible, her name, image, and voice keep replacing His. Instead of God being glorified, it is her. Instead of God lingering in my mind, it is her. Almost every small victory I thank God for through Christ is overshadowed by the mention of Ada’s name. Even Anjee’s case—though far worse in other ways—seems better now because her name did not directly go against God’s. This constant intrusion tempts me daily to condemn her in my own thoughts.
I am fully aware that God’s judgment upon them is not directly because of the constant abuse and endless accusations I endure in a position that could only be likened to that of the Queen of the South. Even though God continually assures me of His love—even at this very moment—I was struck, upon reading the passage in Ezekiel, by the realization that God, in His sovereignty, may choose not to act upon my suffering. He is, after all, God.
I recognize how small I am before Him; if my opponents do not treat me like a human being, how much more insignificant must I seem before the Almighty? Yet it dawned on me that my very name, Jireh, is drawn from one of the names of the Lord God—Jehovah Jireh—which in the Greek translation of yireh as providere means “God sees beforehand” or “God sees my needs beforehand”, and is now popularly understood as “God is my provider.”
This name of the Lord God Almighty was first declared by Abraham when he was commanded to offer his only son, Isaac, as a sacrifice. When Abraham was about to obey with hesitation but believed that God could even raise his son back to life—God sent an angel to stop him and affirmed his faithfulness. A ram caught by its horns was then provided to replace Isaac on the altar.
That ram has become The Lamb, Jesus Christ, who died on the cross in the very place Isaac was to be sacrificed—now known as the city of Jerusalem. The name Jireh, therefore, bears a deeper and eternal meaning for me: God saw humanity’s need for a Savior and sent His only Son, Jesus, to die for all our sins, so that we too might share in His victory when He calls us back home.
And so I came to understand why He hates this hivemind—and all hiveminds—so much. They are being used to deliberately attach satanic ritual abuses and all kinds of abominations against God and His temple—the body of His child, dedicated to Him even before she was born—to one of His names, Jireh. This is not only a profanation of His holiness but a direct insult to His providence, twisting the very meaning of the name that signifies Christ—His foresight, His provision, and His redemption.
“Therefore say to the house of Israel, ‘Thus says the Lord GOD, “It is not for your sake, O house of Israel, that I am about to act, but for My holy name, which you have profaned among the nations where you went.”’” (Ezekiel 36:22 NASB 1995)
Those Who Become Idols
There were successive moments when, urged to be “humble,” I was forced to decide to give the crown of Sheba to Ada, even though they refuse to admit that I have it—and have had it—while growing up. I even told them I could not understand how they always deny this fact when they will not release me nor dismantle this very influential hivemind—so influential it is connected to the ongoing wars happening around the world right now, and even the U.S. President’s tweets seem to run either parallel or contrary to my situations. It is this silent fact that is the very reason why they torture me so much: they want to ultimately kill my soul to capture it for Satan.
The psyop officer at that time, using “Rainbolt” as his avatar, even told me, “Let’s agree that you are not Sheba and she is not Sheba" so that releasing the crown would feel much easier, which I did. I did not want to lie to myself that I would be willing to give it to my impostor—by their own term, not mine—because I do not take the charge for granted; it was given to me by Christ. More than once I dared them to go to her and prove that she is really the queen they always imply she is, but they would not. And when the truth could no longer be denied, they decided not to let me sleep for an entire night.
During that night, I realized that this human they call “Anna,” who connects to my brain to abuse me whenever she wants in willful obedience to her handler, is not the actual woman who is the true representative of Babylon. I believed she was just a stand-in for the real owner of the biggest hivemind polluting everyone’s mind with mind viruses. A kind man told her to go home, and I silently agreed in my heart—my heart filled with pity because I understood that she had been so abused she was filled with all kinds of demonic spirits, which is why she had become so narcissistic.
So she “went home,” but they implied she was actually gunned down to wipe out the evidence of her involvement. They immediately “replaced” her with a French girl, and then someone quickly caught on and prompted me to tell them: “She couldn’t be here in my head. You are just using stand-in prostitutes. She is out there.” They immediately said, “Let’s go find her.”
During those moments—which did not take long—they told me where that woman was: a place where all kinds of disgusting things are done, surrounded by the bigwigs of all industries, witnessing satanic rituals performed on her. Ziggi, who was part of the ops, said, “I saw Ada’s portrait there right beside Anna’s high above on a gallery with a high ceiling.” When someone asked if mine was there, he said he didn’t see me.
Later on, Anna would tell me that these are the people with her who will enter hell first and that in their “grand entrance to hell”, they "would dance there"—and by dance she meant their bodies will be contorted in marionette fashion. She was so happy and it made it so disturbingly convincing that I actually came to believe it. By that time, it was too obvious to me because the psyop officer, who was supposed to portray Ada as Sheba, sent this message. And what they showed me could not be farther from the truth of how this looks in the spiritual realm.
His Rightful Judgement
On the same day not long after that incident, I had to decide whether or not to condemn her in my mind. It was a defining moment: my nature urged me to accept her, yet uncertainty restrained me. In that moment of confusion, I recalled the first instruction Jesus had given me long before—“Forgive her and ignore her.” Remembering that, I chose to turn away from her, for it is easier for me to ignore her even if it meant leaving her behind where she is. I could not help but recall how she used to ignore me when we were supposed to be “family” in the church, and when I finally did the same, the act itself mirrored what she had done.
However, just as it seemed to be a final act of condemnation, Jesus spoke to me and reminded me of The Believer’s Freedom, which I previously read in the NIV version when God defended me against their accusation that everything in my life was given to me by the freemasonry. It was previously in my understanding that there is innocence in not knowing—which I must also apply to her, that what she was “eating,” those stolen “credits” of honor, abundance, or spiritual gifts, had been sacrificed to Satan.
Yet, the catch remains: she will still be answerable to God for the cause of her name, her image, and the works of her life, which have benefited from the satanic ritual abuse and other abominations done to me against God—the ultimate fruit of her life’s choices.
"So then each one of us will give an account of himself to God. Therefore let us not judge one another anymore, but rather determine this—not to put an obstacle or a stumbling block in a brother’s way. I know and am convinced in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself; but to him who thinks anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean. For if because of food your brother is hurt, you are no longer walking according to love. Do not destroy with your food him for whom Christ died. Therefore do not let what is for you a good thing be spoken of as evil; for the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. For he who in this way serves Christ is acceptable to God and approved by men.
So then we pursue the things which make for peace and the building up of one another. Do not tear down the work of God for the sake of food. All things indeed are clean, but they are evil for the man who eats and gives offense. It is good not to eat meat or to drink wine, or to do anything by which your brother stumbles. The faith which you have, have as your own conviction before God. Happy is he who does not condemn himself in what he approves. But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because his eating is not from faith; and whatever is not from faith is sin." (Romans 14: 12-23 NASB 1995)
In Corinthians, I began to wrestle with a hard question: if God recognizes that some may act out of ignorance, could it also mean that He allows my own perpetual suffering—being treated as a kind of “lucky charm” or “star” for so many—because, as Paul writes in Romans, nothing in itself is evil? For a long time, this passage felt unclear to me.
But today, God clarified it in my heart: even in Romans, He specifically warns that our actions must not cause a brother or sister to stumble. That reminder speaks directly to my own faith, which has often felt shattered when I am tempted to believe that God does not care for me simply because she appears to be absolved of the consequences of her indifference toward me. In fact, it is this kind of apostasy that gives her the right from the devil to benefit from and eat of "food sacrificed to idols". I now have the confidence to condemn it, given full authority, because God Himself condemns it.
"But take care that this liberty of yours does not somehow become a stumbling block to the weak. For if someone sees you, who have knowledge, dining in an idol’s temple, will not his conscience, if he is weak, be strengthened to eat things sacrificed to idols? For through your knowledge he who is weak is ruined, the brother for whose sake Christ died. And so, by sinning against the brethren and wounding their conscience when it is weak, you sin against Christ. Therefore, if food causes my brother to stumble, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause my brother to stumble." (1 Corinthians 8:9–13 NASB 1995)
God has made it clear that her gaining credit or honor from the conflicts I overcome—through the Freemason rewards system within the XKeyScore program—should not lead to my harm or suffering. Despite the fact that she does not know it, her “perceived progress” must not come at the expense of my well-being, as it currently does every moment of my life. By any reasonable standard, this practice is not only unethical but also unlawful.
They told me—and I only later confirmed it through similar cases also written in Scripture—that the truth of the matter is darker than it first appears. Yet even so, I give her the "benefit of the doubt". I continue to lean on God’s love for me. This is the anchor I cling to, especially when it feels that I have to accept, as any victim would, that the one who contributed to the destruction of my life might be found innocent.
In that moment, I accepted all of it as the rightful judgment upon her: one that balances accountability with grace—holding her responsible before God, yet still choosing forgiveness, as Christ has instructed.
National Prostitution
In this psyop, Ada—alongside Anjee—remains to be presented as one of the figures being supported by the United States. And yet, in stark contrast, I have always been framed as America’s “biggest national threat,” as though my very existence were an intrusion on their power. They ascribe China to me as if I were a cyber threat actor, and within the NSA’s TAO division I have been labeled “AMULETSTELLAR”—their code name for the only so-called cyber threat actor who supposedly sends “malicious emails.”
But why, I ask, would someone considered an amulet (a lucky charm) and stellar (a star) be accused of sending “malicious” messages? This contradiction exposes the deeper manipulation at work: a system that elevates the receivers while vilifying me, that glorifies its chosen symbols while demonizing those who refuse to conform.
It was in this same psychological operation that they fed me the question meant to trap me: “Who is sleeping with who?” They wanted to lead me to the idea that those supported by America and her allies are prostitutes. And I accepted that suggestion in my head—enough for them to be “triggered,” enough for them to electronically rape me willfully for the first time (not merely pretend-rape through obvious AI rhythms that feel unnatural), sending the message that this was my punishment for thinking of Ada as a prostitute when, in truth, they were the very ones who orchestrated it.
When I first answered, I responded not carnally but geopolitically: it is the United States sleeping with the Philippines, because the Philippines has opened its bases, its defenses, and ultimately its sovereignty to American power. For me, that was a clear example of national prostitution—our country trading its dignity for dependence, our identity for validation.
Loving God Over Man
There was even one instance when, in my desperation, I called upon Angel Michael to help me. He entered with a very strong spirit and declared, “This image is Satan himself. And she is an actual harlot,” and he spelled out her full name in my mind. With all these advisories, I was left deeply confused. Until, upon God’s own counsel, I surrendered the burden. I prayed, “Lord, I cannot handle this anymore. Please take it away from me. Please be the one to solve it.”
In God’s favor—and perhaps as a sign that He had seen my surrender when I finally gave up trying to solve my dilemma on my own—He gently reminded me that I should give all the broken pieces to Jesus. He reminded of this truth that I heard one evening while watching The Chosen, particularly in that moving scene where Thomas asks Jesus for permission to wed Ramah (Season 3, Episode 8 – “Sustenance”). In that moment, Jesus responds with the wisdom of Scripture:
“He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; and he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me.” (Matthew 10:37 NASB 1995)
I understood this as God telling me that when it comes to the issue of idolatry—an offense that deeply insults and grieves Him every single day—His feelings must take precedence over Ada’s image. As His child, I am therefore compelled to condemn her, not out of hatred, but out of reverence for His holiness.
It has often seemed as though they were seeking my approval of her, as if her very existence or even her salvation depended on whether I could forgive or accept her in my heart. But God knows that such misplaced tolerance would only serve as an excuse for them to continue turning this body—His temple—into a dwelling place for their idol.
When it comes to love for God and love for man, God must always come first. I am grateful that I did not fall into the deception that He is indifferent to the daily insults made against His name within my own mind, merely because she appears to be a “perfect Christian” outwardly—as Oplan Ivory as part of Oplan Jericho, orchestrated by CIA–AFP since 1990, intended her to appear.
Yet just as it is written in The Ease of Zion, God will humble every person who dwells securely in luxury, pride and self-righteousness while using the name of the Lord. No “house of ivory,” no system built on deception and idolatry, will stand before His justice, for He Himself declared:
“I will also smite the winter house together with the summer house; the houses of ivory will also perish, and the great houses will come to an end,” declares the Lord. (Amos 3:15 NASB 1995)
Angel Michael: Help from Above
It followed that God sent His archangel Michael. Unlike the earlier experiences, this time his presence was quiet yet unmistakable—his spirit entered as if within me, but without the dramatic awareness I might have expected. It felt similar to the presence of the Holy Spirit, whom I have long known: silent, steady, and communicating without words, as though in the depths of my mind without any subvocalization.
Michael’s arrival came after a prayer in which, in faith, I asked Jesus to enter my body. I had been deeply confused about whether He truly dwelt within me, because if His Spirit was indeed inside, why could they still “astral-project” into my body? Why was Legion’s harassment so constant that, though I remained outwardly sober and not like a demoniac, I still bore the brunt of its presence daily? In my heart, I thought: if Christ is truly inside me, then the devil should not be able to “hack” my spirit; He should even be able to silence my mind so that I would hear no voice from them at all.
But God reminded me of Daniel, where the angel of the Lord explained that all the events of tribulation will be completed “as soon as they finish shattering the power of the holy people”—meaning that during this time of trial, the Holy Spirit’s sustaining presence will withdraw, and only those whose names are written in the Book of Life will be rescued by Michael. As it is written:
“Now at that time Michael, the great prince who stands guard over the sons of your people, will arise. And there will be a time of distress such as never occurred since there was a nation until that time; and at that time your people, everyone who is found written in the book, will be rescued.” (Daniel 12:1 NASB 1995)
When Michael came inside me, they behaved as though they were certain of who he was, and they asked him about Ada. The angel spoke silently in spirit: “Regarding her, this all is unfair to Jireh.” He knew that I bore no offense against Ada—that until our parting in 2011, and even up to 2023 when they decided to credit her with my Christian life, I had committed no sin against her. It was only in March 2024 that I became truly upset with her and appeared unwilling to forgive, which he affirmed as a false perception. Then Michael said, “I came here only for Jireh.”
“I kept looking, and that horn was waging war with the saints and overpowering them until the Ancient of Days came and judgment was passed in favor of the saints of the Highest One, and the time arrived when the saints took possession of the kingdom.” (Daniel 7:21–22 NASB 1995)
Today, as I write these paragraphs, an angel—whose presence felt as though it were God the Father Himself—reminded me of my childhood, when I was everyone’s lovable baby. He told me to remain in Christ, because in Him I would be “spoiled” with such overwhelming love that the way Babylon exalts Ada would be nothing compared to how Father God cherishes me. This has always been true whenever I cling to Jesus with the simple trust of that childlike version of myself.
Then another angel spoke, affirming that this is indeed how God loves us. The title “Lord of Hosts” means that when He dwells within us, His Spirit personally and tenderly cares for each one of His children. He would never allow me to share this intimate and sacred moment with Him with an evil familiar spirit or the legions that constantly whisper for me to love them because they are my enemies. In this body, as His beloved daughter, I am His ultimate priority—even as He uses this “hacked” brain of mine as a vessel for His victory and to spread His good news.
Back to that moment with angel Michael, I heard God instruct him to “accomplish it”—his mission, which I later learned as creating a boundary between me and Ada. Later, Michael told me that God intended to keep for me a safe mental distance from her, a reminder consistent with what Jesus had first told me: to ignore her. In this, I saw no contradiction between God the Father and His Son regarding how to deal with those who constantly test our love. This reassurance made me more confident that, even in this profoundly unjust situation, Christ continues to stand with me.
Because the Archangel—or one of the angels from his host—was present, I found myself momentarily confused about whom to call upon in certain instances: should it be the Lord Jesus or Michael? I became so aware of Michael’s presence that the enemy attempted to exploit my confusion. There were moments when a spirit within me seemed in awe of the angel, to the point that I almost ceased calling upon Jesus.
By God’s grace, I recognized this as the devil’s deception, recalling the encounter of apostle John with an angel on two occassions: that I must never worship angels, not even Michael, and most especially never place anyone or anything above my Lord Jesus Christ, whom I call my Father.
Then I fell at his feet to worship him. But he said to me, ‘Do not do that; I am a fellow servant of yours and your brethren who hold the testimony of Jesus; worship God. For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.’ (Revelation 19:10 NASB 1995)
I, John, am the one who heard and saw these things. And when I heard and saw, I fell down to worship at the feet of the angel who showed me these things. But he said to me, ‘Do not do that. I am a fellow servant of yours and of your brethren the prophets and of those who heed the words of this book. Worship God.’ (Revelation 22:8–9 NASB 1995)
Michael himself affirmed this truth by prompting me to call upon Jesus, reminding me that, as an angel, he stands silently in service to God and aids His children. Ultimately, I was able to reject Satan’s deception and recover my focus on Christ.
National Advancement: Human Sacrifice and Spiritual Prostitution
I found joy in the days when, knowing my Father desired me to be free from the burden of a spirit of the person I should have long forgotten, He gave me a simple yet profound assignment: to read His Word daily. At the time, I did not even realize that this was His way of enabling me to condemn the evil forces responsible for my torment—not through my own words, but directly through His mouth, which is His Word.
Reading the Bible became a source of great delight, especially in those moments when I overcame the devil’s discouragement to lie down and keep the Scriptures closed. Each time I opened it, I discovered anew how God defends, comforts, and instructs me, as though the sequence of my life’s events were unfolding alongside the very events described in the prophetic books of the Old Testament.
For a time, this practice silenced my tormentors, each and every time, as the Word of God cut through their accusations. But then I came upon the book of Hosea, where I found strength to confront the Philippines’ prostitution of the “calves” they have fashioned—Anjee and Ada—symbols and figures they "kiss" with exaltation to gain favor and fame within the intelligence community so they can influence the political landscape, earn credibility, and secure bilateral talks, agreements, and foreign investments.
"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)
This appears to be a standard procedure in psyops orchestrated by the CIA in coordination with UKUSA, implemented through allied nations such as my own country. All of this black-and-yellow propaganda seemed to unfold inside my own mind like a staged operation. As I quietly observed the headlines—especially beginning with my involvement in Ukraine shortly after President Marcos Jr. began his term—it became evident that the Philippines is pushing this agenda to “rise,” at least in terms of media visibility.
I was honestly grieved by this, particularly during times when I could not even rise from my own bed because of the sacrifices they demanded of me “para lang magpabango sila” (just so they could make themselves look good). It felt as if I were a soldier owned by the government—stripped of human rights—caught in a psyop war where they were the beneficiaries, rather than the counterintelligence partners they were supposed to be.
If I had not been made aware of what is truly happening behind this psyop—and especially if I were not the only one left without benefit from the Philippines’ so‑called “advancement” (a word repeatedly impressed upon my mind to suggest that I am merely a stepping stone for others)—I would be genuinely glad to see my nation rising.
“Arise and thresh, daughter of Zion, for your horn I will make iron and your hoofs I will make bronze, that you may pulverize many peoples, that you may devote to the Lord their unjust gain and their wealth to the Lord of all the earth.” (Micah 4:13, NASB 1995)
It became increasingly clear that this was not merely an operation to defend the nation but a psyop designed to control—or, if not, destabilize—the country regardless of whether I or the Filipino government complied. And through it all, I was constantly told to “serve your country” in this way, as if my suffering were a commodity to be exploited.
Below is a scene featuring Vice Ganda, the Philippines’ premier comedienne, which dramatized a truth I have long felt—that I appear as though I am carrying the weight of the world on my back, and consequently everything becomes my fault just as how this Oplan Jericho and Operation BasilHayden did to me. This feeling began in my first year of high school, when I often took it upon myself to handle almost everything in group projects. Yet, it is not as simple as that. In reality, I did delegate tasks; however, there were times when others could not participate willingly or complete the work satisfactorily, leaving me hurt and blamed for it.
This burden intensified during that same freshman year when our very strict school principal found a crumpled paper containing our class “family tree,” with my name at the top as class president. He told me, “The first rule of leadership is: everything is your fault.” Although I never wished for this to define me, I internalized his words, and since then this belief has manifested as a recurring pattern throughout my life.
In early 2022, the spirit of my former German research mentor, Ate Anja, spoke words that struck me deeply. She said it was not actually “too much to carry a burden” as if I were incapable of functioning, but rather “too much a burden to carry”—a phrase that captured my sense of being weighed down, for they turned my very mind into a “psyop brain” due to the strain of carrying such responsibilities for so long.
When I read Hosea in the presence of my enemies and began to single out the Filipinos involved, I saw a striking parallel between what the Philippines is doing to me and what the Lord said about Ephraim. Believing the Philippines to be the present-day Ephraim, I condemned how these agents prostituted the women who were the beneficiaries of my torture, and I also condemned their practice of sacrificing their own kin—like me—in satanic ritual abuse to please the Rainman and secure favor, honor, wealth, and glory.
This includes the actual NICA agents involved with the CIA, the AFP with Oplan Jericho, the spirits of actual narcissistic Filipino humans trapped within the simulation, and their spiritual prostitution, which is their idolatry—something they cannot do without a human sacrifice and without abominations to the House of the Lord, the city of Jerusalem.
In response, their reaction was nothing short of revenge. It appears to me that these Filipinos responsible asked the 4th Psyop Group officers if they could manipulate the situation to make it look as though I were the prostitute and to make me feel guilty through mental manipulation—because who among them would not want to protect their representative’s image?
I kept citing Scripture in my defense, yet they twisted the narrative to make it appear as though I had “slandered” Ada by “calling her a prostitute,” when in truth this was not the case. It was the Bible itself that affirmed and exposed the reality of what is truly happening.
From that time on, they began chanting, “Ada is a whore!”—a calculated tactic to make me feel guilty about something I never did, oblivious to the reality that I was the one being hurt, not her. A few days later by the end of June, a succession of typhoons, storms, and almost never-ending rainfalls began to strike, culminating in destructive floods. At first, I was unaware of the hand of God moving through these events, but as the days passed, I realized I had not seen a single sunny day for an unusually long time—more than two weeks into it—until it became undeniable.
I later discovered, through a brief search, I read in this Sabbath.org article that Ephraim is now the British Commonwealth (the United Kingdom with Australia, Canada, and New Zealand), while his brother Manasseh is modern-day United States—the sons of Joseph, God’s servant in Egypt—who today form the nations of what is known as the Five Eyes (UKUSA) Alliance. By that time, the Philippines had already experienced its own form of chastisement. It became clear to me that the message to Ephraim (as with all Scripture) is not limited to them alone but extends to all nations, including my own country.
700 Fires for Canada's 700 Wives
Because of that, shortly before August, agents from UKUSA—who personally identified themselves as being from the United Kingdom, the very nation that had pretended to be my sponsors and spiritual teachers—began to simulate rape electronically. This was no longer limited to the repetitious, methodical insertions they had previously dismissed as “just AI,” assuring me I should not worry about it. This time, however, it felt frighteningly real; each assault was palpable, as though it were truly happening.
At first, I assumed it would only last for a night or two (they typically did this after waking me around 3 a.m.), but when it became frequent, stretching for at least a week, I reached a breaking point. In bitterness, I resented being placed in the position of the Queen of the South, and mentally cried out, “I hate it! I don’t even want it!”—as though tossing the crown from my head. At that instant, my head felt light, and I realized that God had punished me by withdrawing all my understanding. It was as if my mind had gone blank, incapable of thought.
In that moment, God taught me a vital lesson about believing what He says—especially about one’s calling. I am to believe what He calls me to do, not resent it, no matter how heavy the burden. That moment of rebuke was necessary to strip away my doubts about His promises. As soon as I understood, my mind returned to normal.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born I consecrated you; I have appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5 NASB)
Yet, the next day, just before the Sabbath, they kept me awake the entire night again. Another humiliation ritual followed—rape I never wanted nor consented to, no matter how much they tried to inject lustful thoughts into me to make it appear as if I agreed, which I could not, because I remained sane. I lay staring at the ceiling, my mind empty from psychological exhaustion.
In that exhaustion, God made me aware that He still saw me in my suffering—in my quiet cries inside my heart—even when I could no longer shed tears, being so emotionally numbed. I felt as though I had surrendered to what kept happening, even to the point of accepting the thought that perhaps it was my fault.
Then He sent a very kind person who appeared as a new “interrogation officer” in my mind. This person seemed to empathize with me and asked what I wanted. I told them: I wanted to leave the Church of Smyrna (Revelation 2:8–11) —the persecuted church— and, if possible, enter the Church of Philadelphia (Revelation 3:7–13) —the church with the open door, the one of which God said He undeniably loved. Somehow, the rapes suddenly stopped. I didn’t even notice at first when they ceased; it must have lasted almost two weeks. Something happened that made me forget the ordeal entirely.
The next week, God allowed me to scan the news, and I saw that Canada was burning with so many wildfires. It turned out that it was actually Canada who violated me, and not the UK whom they smeared. He led me to an article reporting “700 fires,” and immediately I thought of Solomon’s “700 pagan wives,” who led him into sin through Baal worship and other pagan abominations.
“He had 700 wives, princesses, and 300 concubines; and his wives turned his heart away. For when Solomon was old, his wives turned his heart away after other gods; and his heart was not wholly devoted to the LORD his God, as the heart of David his father had been.” (1 Kings 11:3-4 NASB 1995)
It was my intellectual hunch that, during this period while he sought all the experience and knowledge known to mankind, Solomon also laid the foundations of freemasonry which constantly cites him in its practices, referring to “Solomonic” figures as sorcerers or dark magicians. Their motto—“order in chaos”—is simply white and black at once, wisdom corrupted which is a perversion based on what the Lord intended for Solomon, that is to find the futility in "everything under the sun" including pagan practices.
“And I set my mind to seek and explore by wisdom concerning all that has been done under heaven. It is a grievous task which God has given to the sons of men to be afflicted with.” (Ecclesiastes 1:13 NASB 1995)
“I said to myself, ‘Come now, I will test you with pleasure. So enjoy yourself.’ And behold, it too was futility. I said of laughter, ‘It is madness,’ and of pleasure, ‘What does it accomplish?’ I explored with my mind how to stimulate my body with wine while my mind was guiding me wisely, and how to take hold of folly, until I could see what good there is for the sons of men to do under heaven the few years of their lives.” (Ecclesiastes 2:1–3 NASB 1995)
At present, it feels as though they have tarnished his reputation in my own eyes, for it seems they have claimed his identity in my perception—just as they often do with King David, whom they foolishly substitute with Ada’s father simply because they share the same name. To me, this appears to be their attempt to diminish the honor of both great kings of Israel within my heart.
Seeing “Canada” and “700 fires” felt like an echo of Solomon’s 700 pagan wives and, to me, could only mean one thing: that God condemns what they have done to me—a person He has put into the position of the only queen Solomon met with the Lord's purpose—contrasted with the queen who appears to be the object of their Baal worship.
It dawned on me that if I submit to God in my suffering, like a sheep before its shearers (as Jesus did), then God’s vengeance is far more terrible than if I had tried to handle it by my own strength. The fires in Canada stood as a witness to that truth.
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)
International Condemnation: The Truth Will Set Us Free
“Ephraim is joined to idols; let him alone.
Their liquor is gone,
They play the harlot continually;
Their rulers dearly love shame.
The wind wraps them in its wings,
And they will be ashamed because of their sacrifices.”
(Hosea 4:17–19 NASB 1995)
It was exactly before I decided to renew my professional license, with the intent of helping design a home for a family from our church who are also my extended family, that I began to journal prayers which released truths about my situation and her role in my suffering. The immediate consequence was the exposure of the truth behind the Philippines’ flood control projects—they turned out to be nothing but “ghost projects.”
Interpreting this in “intel speak” from my own understanding of intelligence language, it signifies that because they are attempting to rise through satanic means—by way of spiritism and divination through my body and soul—there is ultimately no credit to those spirits or the individuals to whom they are forwarding these negative mental and spiritual energies. This includes Ada and the Philippines itself. It was God’s way of declaring that, in the end, they will be held accountable for the torture of Judah’s children, whom they have sold as slaves to the “Greeks”—the Hellenists of today, or those who pride themselves on human wisdom.
"You sold the sons of Judah and Jerusalem to the Greeks in order to remove them far from their territory. Behold, I am going to arouse them from the place where you have sold them, and return your recompense on your head. Also I will sell your sons and your daughters into the hand of the sons of Judah, and they will sell them to the Sabeans, to a distant nation," for the LORD has spoken. (Joel 3:6–8 NASB 1995)
They had no hesitation in uncovering my mind and my life—focusing with extreme intensity on my past sins, shame, pain, and all the negative aspects of my story, including those they themselves manipulated to make it appear as though it were the truth—and exploiting my plight in the world of intelligence.
Because of this, I silently wished to God that He would expose the deep corruption in the Philippines, rooted in our colonizers such as the U.S., who remain our overlords. In my heart, I even dared them to expose themselves if they had no qualms about destroying my reputation by projecting a false image of who I truly am in my entirety as a person.
Through this probing, the corruption I had always prayed would be exposed in the Philippines—since the success of Elon Musk’s DOGE in America—was finally brought to light. It revealed grave misuse of tax payer funds to the point where, today, it appears as if all the politicians in the Philippines are corrupt, with whistleblowers (including our own mayor) claiming that every single politician is receiving kickbacks from the projects they propose or sign into law. This exposé triggered waves of corruption scandals around the globe and mass protests that continue to this very day as I write.
Through Eat Flowers and this section of the story for the innocence of the Two Witnesses, I laid bare these experiences not to sensationalize them, but to name what is happening. The glorification of Ada, both in my mind and in the larger system, represents a spiritual prostitution that mirrors our nation’s. Through the most evil and foolish of the nation, the Philippines has become a people who have sold our spiritual purity for recognition, our conscience for prosperity, and our worship to grandstand.
In calling this out, I am not as hurt as to merely accuse; I lament. For until we break the illusion of the calves and see the systems behind them, we will remain captive to the same idolatry—our worship misplaced, our devotion fractured, and our God displaced.
“As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to Me, and every tongue shall give praise to God. So then each one of us will give an account of himself to God.” (Romans 14:11-12 NASB 1995)
He Came To Save Us
Throughout my walk of faith, I have often wrestled with understanding what God truly calls me to do. At times, I was pulled toward the verses that command us to love our enemies and to withhold judgment, lest we be judged by the same measure (Matthew 7:1–2). At other times, I was reminded that in judging others, we also condemn ourselves if we sin the same way (Romans 2:1). Alongside these, the Scriptures concerning the day of the Lord’s vengeance in the last days pressed heavily upon me. Considering the signs that surround us today—wars and rumors of wars, among many others—it is difficult to deny that we are living in those prophesied times.
Reconciling the grace of God revealed through the gospel of Christ with the reality of His coming judgment has been especially difficult. Scripture declares that this present generation will be condemned by the men of Nineveh, who repented at the preaching of Jonah, and by the Queen of the South, who sought the wisdom of Solomon.
That wisdom reveals the essence of humanity’s calling: to fear the Lord. As Proverbs teaches, to fear the Lord is to hate evil (Proverbs 8:13). This reverence is expressed in obedience to His commandments, first among them the command that no other god, whether idol, image, or human work, should be placed before the one true God of Israel.
I continue to extend forgiveness to the many who have harmed me—whether human or the spirits of real people manifesting as simulated AI agents or “bots”—because I am continually reminded that among the listeners there are some who truly respond to and believe the message of Jesus.
He came not to condemn us but to save us and set us free. Like the men of Nineveh, these individuals repent when confronted with the truth, and in repenting, they cease tormenting me and withdraw from participating in this unlawful psyop that fills my mind with noise.
"As the crowds were increasing, He began to say, “This generation is a wicked generation; it seeks for a sign, and yet no sign will be given to it but the sign of Jonah. For just as Jonah became a sign to the Ninevites, so will the Son of Man be to this generation. The Queen of the South will rise up with the men of this generation at the judgment and condemn them, because she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and behold, something greater than Solomon is here. The men of Nineveh will stand up with this generation at the judgment and condemn it, because they repented at the preaching of Jonah; and behold, something greater than Jonah is here." (Luke 11:29–32 NASB 1995)
"To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn," (Isaiah 61:2 NASB 1995)
This verse forms part of the passage Jesus read in Luke 4:18–19, where He deliberately stopped short of mentioning the “day of vengeance,” choosing instead to emphasize “the favorable year of the Lord.” The Chosen portrayed this moment from His first preaching in His hometown of Nazareth, explaining that Christ came to inaugurate the day of favor—the day of liberation and grace—not the day of vengeance, which Scripture reserves for the last days, as shown in the following video:
"And He came to Nazareth, where He had been brought up; and as was His custom, He entered the synagogue on the Sabbath, and stood up to read... “The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, Because He anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor. He has sent Me to proclaim release to the captives, And recovery of sight to the blind, To set free those who are oppressed, To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord... Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” And all were speaking well of Him, and wondering at the gracious words which were falling from His lips; and they were saying, “Is this not Joseph’s son?”
And He said to them, “No doubt you will quote this proverb to Me, ‘Physician, heal yourself! Whatever we heard was done at Capernaum, do here in your hometown as well.’” And He said, “Truly I say to you, no prophet is welcome in his hometown. But I say to you in truth, there were many widows in Israel in the days of Elijah, when the sky was shut up for three years and six months, when a great famine came over all the land; and yet Elijah was sent to none of them, but only to Zarephath, in the land of Sidon, to a woman who was a widow. And there were many lepers in Israel in the time of Elisha the prophet; and none of them was cleansed, but only Naaman the Syrian.” And all the people in the synagogue were filled with rage as they heard these things; and they got up and drove Him out of the city, and led Him to the brow of the hill on which their city had been built, in order to throw Him down the cliff. But passing through their midst, He went His way." (Luke 4:16–30 NASB 1995)
In that very passage, proclaimed in His own hometown, Jesus was not accepted as a prophet. He reminded His listeners that prophets were often not sent to God’s own people Israel but to the Gentiles. As my psyop perpetrators continue to probe my mind, seeking to investigate who I am, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is greater than the prophet Jonah and wiser than King Solomon—a greater prophet and the wisest king to ever live. In this truth I find clarity: between condemnation and love, I must choose love.
"... and behold, something greater than Solomon is here... and behold, something greater than Jonah is here." (Luke 11:31-32 NASB 1995)
Jonah and the Queen of the South
In my agony, desiring neither to sin against God nor to depart from the greatest example—Jesus Christ—I sought Him earnestly, asking what my true purpose might be: both as a “hivemind” and as His witness. Was I placed here to condemn these evil people, or was I called to be like Jonah, who ultimately learned to extend grace to those who did not know their left hand from their right? Or was I to fulfill the charge of the daughter of Zion like the Queen of the South's—one given a kingdom yet placed in Babylon to thresh and break its inhabitants who sought to pollute her with all manner of filthiness?
At one point, the 4th Psyop Group told me that the reason I remain in this program is because my charge may be to serve as an end-times witness—a national threat, as they termed it, to them and their allies. They professed uncertainty about my true identity, until, through a series of observable natural calamities coinciding with my daily life, they began suggesting that I might be one of the Two Witnesses spoken of in Scripture.
It strikes me as almost ironic that at one point I felt God impress upon me that I carried all their spirits within me. I was taught to love my enemies like Jonah; I repented like the men of Nineveh; I condemned them again like the Queen of the South. They even began to think of me as Solomon because of the way I reasoned. The principal figure in the psyop once called me “Michael,” and in my own words I even declared that I choose to be the Mighty Angel. Yet I know I cannot be all of them.
I have long been convinced that my brothers—those who continually advise me on how to love my enemies and when to draw boundaries—are themselves the Two Witnesses. I believed they could always hear me and perceive what was happening within my mind. When I asked for vengeance, I thought it was they who brought down God’s righteous judgment in response to my plea.
Early on, as this overt targeting intensified, I came to realize—and even told my listeners—that by the time the devil destroys the Two Witnesses, they must already have been scapegoated just as I have been. I have always believed they are not evil; God did not give them authority simply to strike on a whim. The true reason behind their “death” for three days and three nights is that, as true witnesses, they are enemies to Satan himself. They share in the suffering of Christ’s true followers during the days of tribulation.
I have likely thought of myself as one of the Two Witnesses only because I could not reconcile the idea that the words and thoughts coming from me could serve as instruments of God’s vengeance. Yet I cannot ignore the pattern: when I have declared that my enemies would be punished, sooner or later events unfolded—such as the fires in Los Angeles, Canada’s seven hundred fires, and the floods in the Philippines.
I came to understand that I am one of His witnesses—like the 144,000—when I began to see my own life reflected in each of the prophets, from Job through the end of the Old Testament. Yet the only passage I can safely claim as evidence of my true calling is found in the book of Revelation itself.
"When the Lamb broke the fifth seal, I saw underneath the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God, and because of the testimony which they had maintained; and they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, will You refrain from judging and avenging our blood on those who dwell on the earth?” And there was given to each of them a white robe; and they were told that they should rest for a little while longer, until the number of their fellow servants and their brethren who were to be killed even as they had been, would be completed also." (Revelation 6:9-11 NASB 1995)
In God’s effort to conceal His children, He has ensured that His enemies become confused and blinded. Through this I came to understand why it is vital not to lean on my own understanding. Thus, I have sought—and continue to seek—God in every circumstance, calling upon Him to decide for me whenever I am uncertain about how to respond: should I love my enemies, or should I condemn God’s enemies?
Am I to echo the words of the angel, saying, “Yes, Lord! They deserve it. It is You who have done it. It is Your punishment for their iniquities because they refuse to repent at the preaching of so many Jonah's like me”?
"And I heard the angel of the waters saying, “Righteous are You, who are and who were, O Holy One, because You judged these things; for they poured out the blood of saints and prophets, and You have given them blood to drink. They deserve it.” And I heard the altar saying, “Yes, O Lord God, the Almighty, true and righteous are Your judgments.”" (Revelation 16:5–7 NASB 1995)
Truly, no one knows the mind of the Lord except the Lord Himself—the Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Yet God, in His mercy, came down to me in the form of His Spirit and defended my innocence.
"If a trumpet is blown in a city, will not the people tremble? If a calamity occurs in a city, has not the Lord done it? Surely the Lord God does nothing unless He reveals His secret counsel to His servants the prophets. A lion has roared! Who will not fear? The Lord God has spoken! Who can but prophesy?" (Amos 3:6–8 NASB 1995)
“Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God!How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways! For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who became His counselor?” (Romans 11:33–34 NASB 1995)
God defended me as His witness, repeatedly telling them to stop scapegoating me and so many other Targeted Individuals—people they have turned into “hiveminds” without our consent. We refuse to indulge in this coercive, almost BDSM or Stockholm Syndrome–type relationship with our oppressors, nor to remain as “hiveminds.”
To be honest, I still find it difficult to stop showing kindness to those who are gentle in my head for I always get carried away, even though God has long urged me not to make them comfortable within my body. I continue to plead with Him to remind me of this truth. In His lovingkindness, I pray that He will strengthen me to follow His instructions faithfully, even in my attitude toward “mind-hackers” and “astral projectors,” no matter how good they may sound.
“Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own? For you have been bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body.” (1 Corinthians 6:19–20 NASB 1995)
Though this programming has caused instability in my thought patterns, God be praised, I have remained sane enough to restrain myself from wishing harm upon the countries of my aggressors who “Delta” me to death, and I have repented whenever I anticipate God’s punishment upon them. For He has made it clear that it is He—not I—who commands fire, calamity, and plagues upon the earth, to punish and to call for the repentance and purification of many, just as this great tribulation has come upon me.
"“Now at that time Michael, the great prince who stands guard over the sons of your people, will arise. And there will be a time of distress such as never occurred since there was a nation until that time; and at that time your people, everyone who is found written in the book, will be rescued.
And many of those who sleep in the dust of the ground will awake, these to everlasting life, but the others to disgrace and everlasting contempt. And those who have insight will shine brightly like the brightness of the expanse of heaven, and those who lead the many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever. But as for you, Daniel, conceal these words and seal up the book until the end of time; many will go back and forth, and knowledge will increase.”
Then I, Daniel, looked and behold, two others were standing, one on this bank of the river and the other on that bank of the river. And one said to the man dressed in linen, who was above the waters of the river, “How long will it be until the end of these wonders?” And I heard the man dressed in linen, who was above the waters of the river, as he raised his right hand and his left toward heaven, and swore by Him who lives forever that it would be for a time, times, and half a time; and as soon as they finish shattering the power of the holy people, all these events will be completed.
As for me, I heard but could not understand; so I said, “My lord, what will be the outcome of these events?” And he said, “Go your way, Daniel, for these words are concealed and sealed up until the end time. Many will be purged, purified and refined, but the wicked will act wickedly; and none of the wicked will understand, but those who have insight will understand." (Daniel 12:1–10 NASB 1995)
Yet even now, there are those who remain in my mind who refuse to listen. At times, it has crossed my thoughts that they cannot accept the truth because of the many demonic spirits that control them—spirits which, through my own experiences of oppression, suppression, and at times even possession, have shown me what it is like to be bound within the spiritual Babylon.
Because of this, when they continued taunting me—saying I would never escape, never be saved, denying my faith and the works of Christ and of God Himself within me—I began to think perhaps they had already lost all hope of freedom from their own prison. This thought returned to me on this very day of writing. Even now, a voice has whispered that they may believe it is already too late to change.
This morning, a psychological operations officer and I asked the perpetrator why they did what they did. Their response was, “Right guesses: we have become so emotionally numbed and intellectually dulled that we can no longer distinguish between what is good or bad, even for the sake of our own country.”
But my own experience, which I long for them to truly see, tells a different story. It is not too late. If we would only willingly follow Christ and His example—hard as it may be in our circumstances, whether tormented or afraid of the cost of leaving behind a sinful life, of leaving our own prisons, our own Babylon—He is faithful and just to forgive us, just as He has forgiven me.
"Say to them, ‘As I live!’ declares the Lord God, ‘I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but rather that the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn back, turn back from your evil ways! Why then will you die, O house of Israel?’" (Ezekiel 33:11 NASB 1995)
I have come to realize that the primary aim of verbal abuse and physical degradation is not merely to harm, but to lure me into sin—to provoke me into stumbling as much as possible. They have even made it clear that their goal is to see me “explode” at least once a day, as though fulfilling a quota for their task. As Robert Duncan writes in Project Soul Catcher, they would not even accept their opponent’s surrender.
Because of this ongoing spiritual warfare, I still find myself making small mistakes—a few times responding sarcastically to the voices that insult me. Sometimes their words do pierce through, and it does get to me. This struggle can make me appear unlike myself, unladylike—so different from who I once was. I know I am still in the process of being redeemed by Christ, still facing programmed alters and projected selves (Jezebelian alters and astral-projecting Ahabs) that I am forced to share my body with, spirits that are far from the truth of who I am today.
Yet, whenever the Holy Spirit or Jesus Christ Himself corrects me, I immediately seek forgiveness and return to His ever-present embrace. I cannot remain at peace in His arms if my own conscience condemns me. Perhaps this, after all, is what He desires to see in us: a heart quick to repent, always returning to His love, even in the midst of hard battle.
He knows our frailty, our weakness, and the exhaustion we carry in the midst of our great tribulation. God understands that we are too weary to fight in our own strength, so He does not demand perfection. I believe that it means that we are to strive to be gold, though we could only be as refined as silver.
“And I will bring the third part through the fire,
Refine them as silver is refined,
And test them as gold is tested.
They will call on My name,
And I will answer them;
I will say, ‘They are My people,’
And they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’”
(Zechariah 13:9 NASB 1995)
What He asks is true repentance and the faith to believe that His forgiveness is sure, because His love for us abounds without measure. When we fall, when we fail again, He does not desire for us to remain there. Rather, He calls us back to Him, urging us to seek His forgiveness—for that is how a loving Father treats His child. Jesus gave us the parable of the prodigal son to reveal His very nature as our forgiving Father (Luke 15:11–32). Therefore, we must never cease repenting and returning to Him.
I believe that if we convince ourselves we are beyond saving simply because we have sinned once more, then we are choosing death in its finality. But if we draw near to the throne of grace—knowing that it would not be grace at all if it came with conditions—and believe in the love of Christ for us, He will surely show us mercy and honor such faith. For, as the Scripture says, “without faith it is impossible to please God.” This does not mean we deliberately sin, presuming that forgiveness will always be given. Rather, because His love compels us, our response is to love Him in return—and in doing so, we choose obedience over sin.
“And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who seek Him.” (Hebrews 11:6 NASB 1995)
I am continually being tested, yet I choose to listen to Him and to remember what the Lord has spoken to me: this war is not to be fought with chariots or weapons of war. It will not be won by the loudness of my voice, nor by the spirits within me—which are often not my own because of the astral-projecting agents of control—nor by heritage or position of power. It will be fought and won by His Holy Spirit alone.
Just as the Two Witnesses in Scripture, who, after their death, had no life left in themselves to rise by their own strength, stood up only when the breath of life—the Holy Spirit of God—entered them, so too is my hope. My strength does not come from my own efforts, but from His Spirit working within me.
"... ‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’ says the Lord of hosts." (Zechariah 4:6 NASB 1995)
Disclaimer: In my testimonies, names of living people are 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, "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.
