He Just Needs Any List to Go Forward

One reason I am opposed to the death penalty is because there are people who confess just to get the torture to stop. Just to be able to sleep.

I realized tonight that V trying to have me come up with a list. THE ONLY REASON I KNOW THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE A CHRIST AND DISCIPLES FOR SURE IS BECAUSE OF DENNIS AND HIS DEMONS.

Look back at one of my posts. I say that being a disciple was such an honor. I had not started to go through this transformation.

Here are a few things that have occurred over the last week: my children and daughter in law all went from being villains to demons and back again. How should I know who is selected? I have no idea. My brother in laws have all gone back and forth. I think they are all back to the good guy column. Oops. No – he flipped again.

Also, I am being treated like a prisoner without chains. I go so long listening and asking questions and then they knock me out again. God gives me dreams meant to pull out memories. I JUST NOW realized that they are hoping to get names.

Babies conceived due to incest go to live with a family member. The mother never knows that she was pregnant. How is this? EVERYONE in the community works to support created memories.

The only way that I know I was pregnant in high school is because I V’s demons when I realized what the pattern is. I do not know who the child is. I think I was told one person and then another.

The way I am being treated must be similar to the way pregnant girls and women are treated. I am awake for a while – and then I am not. I have a dream, wake up, try to look at the dream, tiny one.

If I plan to be out, I rush to make it to Starbucks. They won’t drug me too close to going out. I am not living a life.

So, no. I don’t know. Were I writing a movie, I would have the disciples come from all around the globe. That is an amazing idea, right?

I just had a memory. There have been men in my room. I think one is my nemesis. Not men. Men don’t do that. No wonder I have not wanted to go to bed or back to sleep. I wake up with a memory of something bad happening and am forced pretty much to try to recall what my dream was about.

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