A Message To My People

I see you and I feel you. Thank you for giving me hope. I had thought that maybe there was only people like me in a few areas of the nation, but I was wrong we are all over. Be strong, cause now is your time to create the life of your wildest dreams.

I need your help. We need to get organized. First, we need to get our health in order. I have been able to survive their poisoning because I discovered binders. Everyone needs to take binders multiple times a day. Even if they stopped poisoning us today, it will take at least 10 years to get the lead out of our bones. So get to the store, get online, just get going, and get binders.

My favorites:

  • Activated charcoal(I am drinking poisoned gas station coffee now with about 4 pills of activated charcoal and I will be just fine.)
  • Aloe(this helps clean out the colon/intestines)
  • Diatomaceous earth food grade
  • All clays
  • Zeolite(this one helps remove lead, but needs to be mixed with another binder because it is lazy at absorbing other toxins)
  • Chorella & Sprirulina(these two work best when blended together & taken with meals-great for when others prepare your food)

Thank you all for letting me know I am not alone. I know I cannot ask for help and I have no intention of endangering you, but do what you can to help the revolution. Here I am looking like a crazy person as I write this, but what is to fear but fear itself.

Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Xoxo

NiZi

Birds Of A Feather Flock Together

When people stick up for my family all I can think is, “How many people have you killed?” and “Does your love feel like hate too?” My Mom used to tell me, “Birds of a feather flock together.” She was right.

Since in Oregon, I have seen so many housewives who make a career out of killing/destroying their children, while pretending to nurture them at the same time. They are angry about the life choices they have made, but they cannot be honest with themselves. Women like my Mom share the belief that they are the victim, when in actuality they chose their life and have victimized their children.

They bought the dream they were sold and they are mad.

Xoxo

NiZi

When You Hit The Nail On The Head

Today, I went to my Grandma’s grave and it was going strong with the smoke bombs/radon. While there I wrote my last blog post about my cousin J and her Mom, let’s call her Mom “N”. They are still going strong and did not make the same mistakes as my Mom. It is hard to say how they judge success, destroying people doesn’t seem to pay well, but I could be wrong.

N had a husband who worked at the hospital with my Grandma. He was not a housekeeper, but instead he transported patients within the hospital. Knowing that my Grandma was the boss lady and that my cult/the union enjoys using people who look harmless, I can guess there was some funny business for everyone who worked at the hospital with my Grandma.

J had a head injury right before she had her son. Head injuries and a child(a husband too maybe?) are necessary for people like me and J to reign. The children result in learned helplessness and dark empathy, but I am still unsure as to what the head injury does. I had my head injury at 8 and it changed everything. It made my brain better in a really weird way. I had more access to people’s thoughts, emotions, and feelings. My theory is that they make one like me who is feeling with a large emotional spectrum and one like J who lacks a complete emotional spectrum. When we work together we are a complete whole, but super human.

J was the only person I ever loved besides my Grandma and today I saw her true colors. She wants me dead, but she can’t overtly kill me. My heart hurts, she was all I had left of hope for my family of origin. My Grandma always told us to watch out for one another and love one another. Did she forget what Grandma’s love felt like? It is the only real thing I remember from childhood.

Xoxo

NiZi