11326. 1999 ... no we don’t party like it... we got married for IT... right world. Love EVE Royal.5/31/2021
Well no wonder the world is running out of Heinz ketchup packets it looks like it took me a long fucking time to catch up motherfuckers...
One of the worse problems with my kind of drinking is that I go from 0-90. From a fuzzy buzz to full on black out. And that I’m starting to realize if the biggest damage to my brain. Those “lost hours”. They scare me. What did I do. Say? And would I regret any of it? I’m sure I would regret a lot whether I recall it or not. But. Here I am. Sober. I didn’t leave my apartment all weekend except twice. To dump the trash. And I get paranoid about who’s after my stuff. Why is that? What the fuck would anyone want to do with any of my stuff? That’s gotta be so whack that someone would touch my bathing suits. Try them on? Lie on my bed? Who does that weird psycho shit? Because I know it would never be me. My GOD. I can’t imagine being so out in la la la land that you’d even want to enter my place and move things. Even if you got paid a billion dollars to do it there’s always someone who’d take 5 times that to catch them. Because the story of who does weird shit like that is worth more than the paying of them to do it. And isn’t that just all really really weird. To even think this way. So I have to coach myself into not thinking that way. About weirdos and their fascination with peoples things. This is all only something I found to haunt me in sobriety. So it could be just delusional brain damage from 30 years of “stinking thinking” and my brain won’t recover from the injury yet I can reshape it into new formations that are plain and simple. I must have went to some dark mental places in a drunken stupid. Maybe I time travelled. Maybe I had parallel lives. Maybe I was dying and being reincarnated every time I drank the spirit. Who knows. Yet I do know it must have really done some damage. Because I’m really mental about this. Yet I am 100% adorable even as a mentally damaged ole drunk.
Memory is important. I like knowing where I wake up now. And with who. I don’t want Doyle in my bed. I can’t stand the way his hands violated my husband’s property. But back at the time I didn’t know that was why. It’s taken a long time to piece this all together and find my sails. Maybe I lost my husband in this life but I’m certainly not going to betray me ever again settling for a pretty boy stand in. I deserve way more than that. I don’t mind that I used to be ok with it. I had a good run. I don’t think one man I fucked would have one complaint about me. Not one. I am sweetheart. Not a player. Just a gal who likes a lot of fun and a guy I can flirt hard core with. The sex was just the cherry on top. It was the chase I love. The getting ready. The gearing up. The who’d be the one tonight. The wine. The shots. The beer. The lights. The cigarettes. The laughing. The dancing. The music. Pure adrenaline. Or maybe the Adrianalime ... but it’s just the fun. The entire fun of a night out partying. Always the same feel. Just a total buzz. Blur. Poof. It’s over until next time. So I don’t mind that it used to be who I was... but. If I had a chance to just be my man’s sweet wife home girl raising his kid and waking up to him instead of all those stand ins... come on. No brainer. I’d give it all up to be his. And only his. Instead of haunted by all these ghosts that can’t let go of me because they are addicted to God in all the wrong ways. So like usual .... I just adapt to how it turned out. Thank GOD for his hand in my recovery and hope that my husband and I may meet again in much better circumstances than everyone’s fantasy. From sex to nursing to kids to porn ... it’s all there TMI and Tim too. Tim 1 and Tim 2. And I could go on and on and on about this. Because I got the time. You may all think I don’t work but I do work hard to help anyone who’s going through any sort of transition. I’m a bizarre peer supporter who just wants to see you make it ... even if you have a bug fetish🤷🏼♀️Seriously. Who am I to judge???? What do I know about everything. Nothing. That’s what the too much information Highway is. As long as no one is getting harmed and boundaries are respected and consent is all there ... we all have our own road map. Listening to Adrian was incredible yesterday. It was like Tina’s story but the me version. I was really impressed to see my thoughts taken to a higher level on my global economic ideas where we don’t get rich off gold but life. Each other’s creative juices. Now I also see on 1/23/19 I had preplanned Adrian’s epic comeback as a knight. Quitting Hollywood and finding his roots back. To his soul and whatever he might love now that he’s ruffled his peacock a bit and had some time on the boulevard been a star and then next gotten to the fork in all our roads where we feel we sowed our oats and prefer someone different than partying. On a collapsing deck with a girl half his age. Holding another beer going to the nowhere hole where nothing changes but your gray hair and the lines on your face.
It was really impressive though to hear most where Adrian really wanted to go when it would be really easy for him to have avoided that pit for forever. Or at least pretend too. But he didn’t. He went there to the dark hole. And I of all people can relate to how scary that is. M You all have to listen to him tell it though. He didn’t tell us for sympathy. For some tell all town hall $$$$$ blame game of abandonment & genetic pain ... though he did what he should have done ... no longer blame himself. Though a blame we should talk about and all take account for. Because we can all either ignore genetic traumas or fix them. And compared to poor Harry’s version .... I could listen to Adrian forever discuss these important mental health issues. That’s my preference. I like a down to earth kind of guy that sounds genuine and intent on being transparent. I don’t know Adrian though and maybe it’s all an act .... but I was crying hysterically listening to what he’d been through with a broken heart attached. But I cried like that for Harry too. Shit. Who haven’t I cried for. However it’s about accountability. And I like people who don’t need to make a buck off their personal tragedy. Sort of makes me “buy” into their story more. But hey. This is about offering you all your best way to deal with .... Getting sober. A break up. A divorce. A custody battle. Answers you can’t find but obsess about the question no matter you may never know an answer. This is about transitions. Time alone. Celibacy. A new move. Loss. Grief. Neglect. Trust issues. Co dependency. Life altering changes. This blog is about second chances that leave you bored and doubting this chance compares to going out on a boat with friends even though you may drink but you promised you wouldn’t. FOMA when you got a kid now and it changed everything you used to just get up and do. This is about waking up hopeless and you think you can’t make it another second but wait ... who’s boobs are those. And what the fuck is this chick saying ... and why is she living in her car but she is still fucking smiling and what felt like an unbeatable moment at 5am when your palms were sweating and you thought you couldn’t bare another minute on earth it’s now 5 hours later and “your mum” and this crazy girl blog just walked you off the Cliff another day and this time you actually laughed out loud .... My latest new novella on Tolstoy’s couch ... Has anyone really seen Meghan Markle? Anyone? Putin? Trump? Jessica? Beckhams? Frigid? Epstein? Andrew? Anyone. 🤷🏼♀️Anyone really seen Meghan since 1/16/19? Another Royal 🧟♀️plot 🧟by Tina DeGuzman.
so. First of all. We are all very fortunate Meghan Markle is alive. Suicide is a terrible evil and awful death that is brought on by demons some of us just can’t beat off. And for all those we lost to suicide I stand by my blog in order to remind us all ... there’s always a light out of the darkness. Always ... but. For this purpose of these incredible headlines that have come about and maybe for an alternate fictional purposes not to garner profits but to address life after suicide for the survivors ... why not speculate “life after Meghan Markle” ... what would all of the world look like today if we had learned on the morning of 1/17/19 that Meghan Markle the Duchess of Sussex took her life that fateful night. Clutching her make up bag. Naked Harry and the naked night nanny had found her. Alone. In her room. The little mermaid playing on a look. An autopsy proved not only was she 58 years old and partially a man ...that she was indeed not pregnant. She also held in her hand a burner phone where the last text was from a Josh Duhamel type I have a warrant for your arrest. You’re a fucking lunatic. Stay the fuck away from my kid you psycho bitch because I know everything and so does the world on and FBI lab coat. Of course this headline doesn’t make US weekly quite like it would have on the day of her funeral 1/21/19 when prince William and Kate were caught on a camera doing a litter backyard dance ... butt ... could it be a show? Called “The Brown”... sillies. It’s not racist. Brown is the name of a German Spy. That’s also what we find out .. in the fiction section of don’t fuck with the Royal family .... she didn’t quite kill herself all over a text... no ... she was about to send a nuclear bomb to that Leo’s home she’d planted under his home .... but instead she had a Hart attack and died with a Rx pad next to her to reduce wrinkles and a pill container where her worst enemy ... a 93 year old boss had scratched off take 3 (we mean 33) if you really want to look young. Get it. She is buried alive!!! She’s buried under 100 hair extensions!!!!!!!🤣😂 looking forever 21 so that poor Harry never has to find another women to replace her. How lucky is that husband. 🙌🏻💖 What I consider an awesome life might be really boring to you all. I literally could sit on a porch for most the days knitting clothes blankets socks and whatever ... and watch my beautiful husband chop wood. Knowing I got my exercise in first thing .... then lunch ... then later that night. And he got all the wood. The nice fire. And a cozy scarf. 👀yum yum. Boring? Ok. Add in some pickles I jarred before dusk just for added measure. 🤷🏼♀️No? Well. Let me know. But I like boring. 💋
If any one has a bad intention to stop the truth ... might I suggest a boring island to go live on? It’s full of all the things you love minus one issue. You can no longer plot against others to avoid your consequences for your own actions. The other option is really simple if you like to hang out with us and fix your lies and crimes. Just don’t plot against us to cover up what you all did. But if any of you don’t want prison better get on a boat now. Go far away from America if your crimes are way too much to fix. Just go. Leave us. We don’t do dirty nasty shit to our kids here. It’s kids first in America. No lies on birth certificates. No draining my blood because I don’t care where you think you can use it will only make anyone really sick. I mean really sick. My blood can not be stolen donated touched ... even in a secret portal. Everyone found out in the worse way so don’t do it. Very easy lesson to trust me on that one. I think what’s about to happen which is so epic .... is that men are going to start looking sounding and being better again. There just won’t be room for any douche bags. Guys are about to get so sexy looking ... you all it... it’s about to get so boring we all might cum 8 times a day. 😋 It’s coming up close to 11 years. Since my boob surgery and my grandpa’s death. And did you know my grandmother is in the hospital right now? And maybe if Pink and her gun slinging Hubs named HART from Doyle’s Town PA had come to me and said we are doing a video. If laughs are you. On a operating table. Back in 2010. Where everyone thinks you’re a stupid girl ... I’d say 🤷🏼♀️Ok. Thanks for letting me know. I will explain this to my son. Then. That some people do silly music videos where your Uncle Jason might get killed. All for a stupid night. On cocaine. Where he hung out with people who like to party. He slipped and cut his head open. Was in a coma for 5 years. Until his twin sister your mom woke him up. Then he woke me up. Told me he’d help me find my dream man and let him really appreciate my née boobs. But your Dad didn’t like that plan. Because I’d have to leave him. And then next this terrible HART business thought nah. Let’s make some $$$$$ off all this. So your Dad took a HART Deal. And then MARK took a Hart deal. Everyone took a Hart not thinking the E for Eve mattered. But a real beating heart ... it needs Eve, Adam. Everyone thought life would go on in GOD’s world if they got rid of God and Eve and her brother Adam. Can you imagine son. Anyone thinking their “Hart” would beat with out GOD. But you know what Son. I’d still let them make a video avoid it calling me the stupid one because sometimes the best lesson is best learned bu our own stupid mistakes. 🥰💎🌳Don’t you think Adam? That if we don’t know why mommy is irrational, that we won’t know exactly what moms can do until we learn that lesson. Some times the best way to learn what matters most is by experiencing what matters most. Right Pink? Just your children? Or respect ALL children it’s our job to look after. Because pink should realize her children need good friends. Not just a mom and Dad. 🤝unless pink’s kids plan to have everything they need “with out any of us”. Doubt it. 🧟♂️🧟🧟♀️
So. I don’t give a flying fuck you all want to spy on me. Go ahead and bore yourselves to death on my stupid girl problems. Don’t care. All I want most is for my son to know the facts to make accurate choices. If Peggy Hart is all related to each other and they all ganged up on me for some Illuminati bull shit then just fucking tell him for Christ sake. Let him know his mom loves him despite you all hate me. Because I don’t care if you think I’m stupid. I love God. Not Gold. I love God and ask him to help me survive in a man made gold world so that I don’t lose touch with Heaven Grace and sacred. But I don’t ever want to be famous rich or too much for the divine. So just quit the drama on me. Fucking go have fun. It would be nice for once if you all could just really mean you’re sorry. But never to me. I don’t care. I’m old. But what a dick move to Adam. He loves me. He had no idea how evil you all can be. He’s too sweet. So just stop fucking with my kid. And I mean it. If you’re a real mom or dad you will stop this cunt Meghan Markle and her like minded mean girls from harassing me to look like a nobody. I don’t need you all to prove you care about me I need you all to prove you care about humanity including me in it and stop breaking my heart and the law. I mean if. Kids matter way more than being a pop star only caring about an image that doesn’t serve the truth. Like I said. I just don’t card you do the video but have a disclaimer for the children in it what it’s really about so they don’t get pulled in accidentally by Satan’s claws on the evil one. Not cool. Own this shit. Or go to hell. Because children aren’t toys. So. I have a really good memory of most of my sexcapades. Because I had a lot of sex. With a lot of men. But. I don’t know 99% of their names. Faces. Bodies. Because I was pretty much blacked out for most of them. I call them my “Doys”. My boys. My tall pretty boys. My decoys. My boy toys... my OH DOY AL’s ... these dark foreign men ...strange to me but perfect as a stand in to my forever ♾My fun tall hotties to go dancing with and have a good time. If this were an HBO series it might have appeared back in my HAY DEN Days and daze and purple haze ... that I was some countess Dracula’s wife using these beautiful young men in my lair as my pacifier. My nice neck to bite. Have a little fun. Then go back to being “his wife”. My count. Who’s busy out saving the world and needs a good fuck with his woman so he sends me “a bone”. Knowing I love a good lay and role playing. And maybe fir a time God didn’t mind his beauty releasing 1000 of years of chaos and insanity in my tormented mind and soul. From al the rapes. God knows I deserved to “relax”. And God knows no matter how dark the night or the knight ...no matter how blackened the dark of my mind ... I was always the beloved. Always a sweetheart. But. I needed a fuck. I am wild. I am created only from insane cosmic sexual desires meant to flourish into all sorts of beautiful pleasure. Sex to EVE is like food. It’s a must. Or it was. Until Cain raped here. Ruining her plentiful pleasures into pure pain. And only EVE would know how to recover with her count but with out him until THE END ..
. Dante’s REVENGE. But what is revenge worth in a world full of children ... nothing. It’s not worth it once children came back to the 1+1=3 equation. And so here we are. The one caveat that the evil masquerade ball didn’t include. That. And social media. Where I could Google facts. Dates. Photos. Images 👀music lyrics ... etc. That and watch Adrian “perform” on “stage” and feel a rush to my pussy as he did. Do I know him? I thought the first time I saw him on my television. I think I might have liked too. Wink wink. Jesus as our 3rd partner. Again. It’s like watching True Blood and thinking ... now Swedish brother. When did we last fuck. Hmmmmm. The portal. Ahhhhh. Ok. Then what. Oh honey. We have a big family now. 😳🐔Oh. Dear. That damn Mack truck scene wasn’t it. 🙌🏻👐🏻Oops. So. It’s all clear now. The play pen. The “honey moon” phase. The period of time between the flood The Ark. Jesus. Me waiting. 1000 years. For Cain. And CO. And In. Who’d make it. How do I stay satisfied with my pussy in heat. All. The. Time. Pretty much. Always wet. Always ready. Always wanting more. But that was EVE before the pain. The evil. The complete rot of those who can’t stay off me. The blood of Christ. The holy grail. My magic. My MAGI. My gifts. My shack. My eggs. My eggs that can literally land in any room and make Adrian a son. ❤️🇺🇸☮️✝️♾🏴🦁The HAY DEN. The Bundy. The Ma SON Jar. That turned into the MAN SON Clan. That next everything became this fucked up nonsense where sex drugs and rock and roll could kill a family rather than keep it together in love health and fun. Because sex matters it brings children. Drugs can cure us. And rock and roll has saved my life every fucking step of the way. So God gave me a good 20 + a few 1000 to work through hell so I could learn how to love again after you took my very first son from me and destroyed his soul with gold and my pussy ... my HEN RAY from BC. My golden child. My first born from Cain. Henry aka my son today Harry Wale. Where you all find mon K Kidd prophecies all over again for the Illuminati GOLD you think can buy your souls. When no. You can’t. But. If you all want to find out for me who I fucked in 1997 on monument avenue ... he was 21. I was 26. Right before I met Doyle. A visiting friend from William & Mary. Told me he loved my legs. We fucked good that guy and I. All weekend. Went to see the Violent Femmes. Had a ton of fun. But you all know ... it’s pumpkin 🎃time after that. And off he went. I don’t know what he looked like. I just recall he was hot. Dark hair. He knew my apartment mates with the 100 CD system. That player with you know Chumbawamba on demand... if you all find out his name and what he looks like now. Let me know. Because we might have tossed out a kid into the world. That looks identical to Vinnie Chase ... and Iives right near by. Maybe you all don’t think GOD is in control. But I know I do. And I also knew when it was time to get sober and grow up. 43 might sound a little late in life to hang up my drinking buddies ... but hello. Wouldn’t you want to have kept them around when they are as hot as Chase ... son. And anyone stalking me on Josh Duhamel’s page ... they should be identified by FBI I would suspect ... “Niki” ... because the rest of us all got off the drug of meaningless sex. So. God really works in the most profound ways. Some say he’s mysterious yet it’s really not a mystery what GOD works for. US. Just US. Our family. Jesus is just us. So maybe how HE does it is mysterious to us but if we all behaved as GOD intended instead of what we intend GOLD to do for us instead of GOD... we’d all have zero mysteries behind a thing. We’d all be on one business plan ... zero profit all gain. If we did anything as God intended then the desired outcome would be full bellies good shelter comforts from one another and abundance of resources ... I picture it like a shelf from bottom to top full of mason jars packed with jam. But with zero money overflowing in the bank from it. Technically we can make jam and even mason jars with out making a profit. Whatever it cost to make the jam the jars and even the shelf to hold it would be basic. Just making jam to give yo family friends neighbors and put on the shelf. No mystery as opposed to some genetic brain profitable business model concocting equations that generate revenue that turns these food sources into more than what they are ... you know the jars only a billionaire pantry could afford because a genetic CAIN stuck one little sticker on it .. JM ... it’s JM’s Jam. Just mom’s Jam ... no need for the A for additives in between... then made an Oprah debut of it and called his genetic vain the best dam jam he ever had .. and so it is $4 to make one jar but at that fancy grocery store in London where you can go incognito for dates you can pick up JM Jam .... strawberry preserves ... for $9.49 a jar and the chutney for $19 and their special crackers for $15. Next thing you know JM has sold 7 million in profit and 8 million people are still starving and JM’s employees are off on an island enjoying their clevr plans ... and the high class are enjoying an English country side picnics on top of 250 dead native children buried below them that no one knows about with the jam mom made but no one ever sees mom’s genetic pain because she wanted to feed her family not starve them and make the rich more rich... so they locked her away but kept her JM recipe and made gold. Until the dead native children’s bodies floated up ...☮️
I would have thought there was no hope after all that. After Cain stole everything from my brain. To turn it in to a golden profit. To use everyone he could to make profit even off their thoughts and ideas. It was all about profit. No longer about brotherhood. Sisterhood. Children. Family. Union. Trust. What was never before a mystery with God became seductively secret and mysterious with GOLD. The things gold would make people do soon became less of a mystery and more the source of a very clear and definitive destruction. At least to mom. At least to me. At least to EVE. Gold could turn a brother into a mystery to even his own devout sister. What once was her sweet little brother he became a jealous competitive angry gold hungry venomous monster. A giant greedy snake who’d swallow anyone who kept him from his giant pile of gold he slithered over and guarded with his every move forgetting even her. His best friend. Then worse using the pile to destroy her. And everyone who might take his gold. He’d rather lose her his most cherished and loyal one then EVEN one coin. He no more cared about GOD than his precious Gold. He was crazy. Obsessed. He made everyone paranoid. He was never satisfied. Always wanting more more more. And he was contagious. His greed grew like stock pile. And then those that chose Gold over GOD grew too because Gold became easier to see then God. And soon all the village was forced to worship GOLD any not breathe one word about the beloved. Until Christ was born we all might not have been ABLE to save Cain. But then Cain still wanted Gold more than his own brother. 😥 But. Here Able is again. ❤️And just as beautiful. My Adrian. Green. My knight. My ABLE men. From the garden. The green pasture. Another way to say and gain “green” with out becoming a slave or losing a limb to the Gangrene of war. I cried all day yesterday. Hearing this 1+ hour you tube video pod cast with my ole Henrique. First of all ... back a decade ago ...Adrian got my blood moving 😏the first time I saw him on TV. 👀God knows I need a pretty boy. God knows his girl. God knows pretty boys can get me to do a lot... I recall the very episode of Entourage and it was Adrian as Vinnie Chase doing his Vinnie thing and I told GOD... I want that back. 🤝I want a hot guy. Not Doyle. I want my pretty tall boy on the rocks shaken and stirred. Pretty please. I knew he wasn’t Adrian but a good Robin hood sub for eye candy until I could figure it all out ... but who is my dream guy. And of course until I found him I kind of got did dude side tracked by oh yeah oh yeah ... gonna be your super hero ... oh yeah. I mean come on. Turtle is epic. And Ari. E. And drama. Plus going over to Jane’s with 2 bottles of wine just in case ... and spent 10 more years stuck in transition. But I needed that time because I wasn’t ready to leave Doyle and I especially wasn’t ready to lose my son to Doyle’s evil fucking revenge. Adrian is my real Scottish O’Doyle from my past life as Princess Tina Eve... but good thing we never fucked. Wink wink. I don’t need a Vinnie chase anyway ... got enough of those as is in my closest. But still. Wow. Adrian. My able. I see how this is all Jests comeback. Now. And forever. Adrian is a really cool guy. So many layers to him. Listen to the video. It’s inspiring. Get involved with his ideas. Because they will save the world and a whale. And I really hope Doyle hooks up with more men & real brothers like Adrian. Because men do need each other. And I really thank you and admire you Adrian for exposing what you endured as an 8 year old boy by the hands of a sexual predator. You know I get it. And I cried for you so hard yesterday. Not because you should ever feel ashamed. But a a mother of a son I cried knowing you should have never have had to suffer like that. But I admire you as a man who has successfully given comfort to the boy you once were too young to protect yourself and used that experience to turn that into GOD. Not Gold. You know my brother Mathew. Everything is a green light project for him to turn into GOLD. His story he sells. My story. He sells. He tried to even make a sell out out of you. But look at you ... not even Vinnie Chase a loser dad A pedophile or evil Hollywood could successfully change the man GOD made you. My brother Matthew says a lot of good stuff but you Adrian actually live it. And my prayer for my brother son Cain is instead of always being jealous of my brain his ripe apple at 15 ... and my good brothers he always wants to take down genetic lame lane... that instead he wants Eden and not hell. Because from now on children come before Cain and profit. I have saved Cain as you all know. But he has to get rid of all his money and put it into this investigation. Today. He can and he is able to do it. Can I get the worlds largest powwow from the indigenous people for Matthew McConaughey to be our leader into the children’s justice. This happens now. 🇺🇸🤝☮️🏴🦊✝️ Rather than be angry that my warnings don’t matter to you all and that those who think they can get away win a 1999 terrible plan ... I share with you my 💔broken heart💔and ask you why didn’t you all think about how your wicked plan allowed millions die since 1999 until now. And a lot of innocent do die. Because they feel it’s too painful to “wait” for what may or may not ever come to fruition. Trust me. If I think that I may never see my son Adam again then what’s the point of living ... then I might have taken my life too. But I don’t think that way at all. Instead I tell myself with or with out my son’s presence in my life doesn’t change the value of my life and my purpose to God. It might be a lot more sad never seeing my kid... yet the show myst go on and maybe one day we reunite. But either way I’m important regardless who’s with me or not. Once I remind myself of that I kind of laugh knowing I am certain Adam must miss me as much as I miss him. Compared to Peggy and Doyle 🥴I am pretty bizarre and interesting with a lot more to offer. So let him stay around his poor Dad and that whino Peggy. For now and maybe for forever Adam may feel they need him more than I do. 🥰I bet I’m right. 🙏🏻🌳🇺🇸🦁And that is unfair but no more what any marine wife mom daughter ... would do for the world. I don’t need a son to look after me. I need good people to work together to look after us all.
The evil 1999 churches that used God’s name to make a gold cult will no longer bring us down. Not that the plane news has crashed into my life I see how sad some people are in history where they love the story of Jesus but never do they actually love Jesus. They love a Van Gogh. But not The living Leo. They love the word compassion but never are compassionate. There will be no more faking a thing in Percy Priest Lake... ever again. This is God’s country. No room for evil at HIS Inn that I told you has only trust and truth. If you played GOD or me a fool only you can be held responsible for your own death prison sentence or confession of your own actions and choices. But no more can anyone use me to make money fame or gain. My children will all return to me and Jesus will find them a proper home and I will find a part time job on Martin... Jessica or Jennifer whichever was the real name... because I don’t even know if people are honest about their birth names any more. But I am finding a part time job to help us recover from evil. 11317. Team Henry or the exiled wife ... because it does happen. ❤️Where we all take a side.5/30/2021
Back then I had no idea. In 2017. At HONEY Tree🌳🦊 What it means to have a grown son. That the connection to him is almost as close to a brother and a husband. That I would no more want my son to become a man who a witch would ruin then I’d want my man or my brother. I don’t think Harry is innocent. He has a lot to fix. But if I’m going to root for anyone it will be him. He was unfairly born into a life he doesn’t want. And I firmly believe he was taken advantage of. I believe he was an easy target because he also took advantage of others. But other than his young brother ...and a very old grandfather... who would he have to look up to ok that royal house. No one. He was left defenseless in that family to a lot of his own devices with out Diana and with out a mother like me. But do not ever think for a second that in some realm I have forsaken Harry. I won’t go down for him or any man no matter who they are. But I will give them every chance to fight for their soul. But a witch who attacked me for fighting even for her good fortune will go down if she’s can’t get off my men with her nasty weeded thorny disgusting leechy hands. She’s going to pay for her wicked spells. I can promise you that. But we all pay for own sins. So no one can act as if we have done right but we do know if we can tell right from wrong. Anyone should know my no’s that Meghan should have quit the first time she spoke the first lie. So any lie she doesn’t fix will be her own worse enemy. The only way out is the truth. Not a form of the truth ... the truth. This isn’t about me at all. This only about the evil ones. I have never been evil I will never be evil and I don’t have any price to pay for evil ... that was a nasty foul plot out in the heads of children by some Tuckahoe evol Indian Hindu lies. This isn’t my karma bitches. Only ever those who plotted against me. 😡prepare ... for my holy water now. 🌳💎I pray it cleans them in good health and atonement.
My goodness and love will either save you all or be all your justice for prison sentences. There is a photo I just sent my son Adam. Posted 3 days ago by Wrightsville Beach Elementary school. In it... it looks to have some photoshopping possibly where 4 images look like Harry me Adam and Josh Duhamel. My hope is that you are grow up and stop beating around the bush testing the waters of what I have been writing here for six straight years and learn maturity and respect for the grace of God and that he doesn’t play childish games with any of your lives so please don’t do it with me or my son Adam. I will tell you all this with great confidence that I strongly believe that Harry of Wales is my biological son who Diana carried in her womb. I don’t care how crazy you all want to think that I am a mother knows these things just as I know that Galen is also my biological son that I aborted with Scott Hungate who actually is alive and well. If you are want to argue with that it’s quite fine but until I hear otherwise of any further proof I will continue to stand by me and my heart and my soul and God omnipotent voice and prove that he guides me to these children that belong to me and only ever to me. In their own sacred ways they also cry out for their mother who I am because that is natural it is sacred and it’s a protected by all the heavens earth and the universe and Jesus Christ. I don’t care if you all believe I don’t care if you all want to cover up the truth I will stand by this for my son Adam do you have a fair justice to his own sperm in case any time you are thought to take his seed without his consent. And that goes for Doyle seed and any other man’s who has given up his sperm to be checked by fertility doctor at any time in the last 40 years. Don’t even think any of you can go up against God and mother earth on the sacred right of our holy grail. Everything will be proven whether you all want to be involved in it or not but my hope is that we would want for our children to be free of this evil vindictive which practice. How many guesses that that paining that I gave Kia a Tuckahoe Creek Village Apartments is worth billions. A prediction of what was to come where an evil witch learned Reiki witchcraft voodoo prescription pills and all sorts of evil wicked disgusting and disturbing cauldron games in order for her bitch ass to take my son Henry and try to destroy his holy soul... And I told that bitch go for it if you destroy HENRY that he was never meant to be in the first place but if he stands even against you you fucking cunt that he’ll win the world with love. Either way love wins ain’t that right Megan Markle... No one should ever go up against my mommy in the twilight zone... “two”. But I can tell you all this when it comes to push and shove the entire world will surround harry in love and spit out any evil vine I thought to destroy a man just when he was coming of his righteous soul. Prior to 2018 he had been working really hard to set his story straight and get his self back on track to that which try to take him down so let’s all pray for him that he strong enough to get this weird bitch pen off him... But if he’s not that strong then let them both destroy each other and their wicked awful games. It’s time now for Megan Markel to prove how much she really loves Harry and how much she will sacrifice to save him from what the world try to do to him. A real woman would do everything to get her husband back with his brother and that’s a fucking fact. |
AuthorHi, I am Tina. I am a Divorced Mother of one son. I am a recovering addict. I am Bipolar and had a severe psychosis breakdown this year. I blog every day. I love Art and creating Art and I hope to inspire others through my writing and the things going with rebuilding my life. Please feel free to leave a comment. I hope to change the world by letting you see what myself and other brave survivors are like! Archives
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