We Are At War With The Khazarian Satanists

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We Are At War With The Khazarian Satanists

This Generation Will Crush His Head
Genesis 3:15
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+3%3A15&version=AMP

Khazarian-Mafia-Satanists-Cannibals-And-The-God-Eaters
Part 1 of 2
https://rumble.com/v4bzn63-khazarian-mafia-satanists-cannibals-and-the-god-eaters.html
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Clif High
He is mentioned by in Part 1
https://rumble.com/v4bm6ic-emotional-burden-poor-normies...-explorers-guide-to-scifi-world-clif-high.html
Me High lives in Western Washington
He is a salty old dog much his dog Boris
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Khazarian-Mafia-Satanists-Cannibals-N-The-God-Eaters-
Part 2 of 2
https://rumble.com/v4c2vy8-khazarian-mafia-satanists-cannibals-n-the-god-eaters-part-2-of-2.html
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THE NIGHT THE
•RATS SCREAMED🦠
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By Brozme
I was living in western Kansas working on a hog farm in 1972; I was 21 years old.

I was living in a house provided by the farmer. It was a little bungalow, with a large barn sitting near the house.

Occasionally I could feel something watching me. But I was of the opinion, live and let die; you leave me alone, I will leave you alone.

One evening while I reading a book.
Sitting in the living room, where I was facing the dining room area.

As I looked at the dining room, it began to appear as if it were a jagged framed edge as around the outside of the picture.

I tried to ignore the sounds but the scratching began to intrude upon my waking consciousness while I was reading.

I looked up from the page and not only were there scarifying sounds as if there were a thousand field mice and rats moving in one accord.

I put down my book, that’s when the dining room appeared to be pulsating with scratching, scampering sounds of numerous mice and rats.

Then all of the rodents began to scream, all at one time, as if they had all been trapped in a torture device.

The hair on the back of my shoulder-length hair stood on end.

As I looked at the pulsing room and listened to the rodents in their death strangled scream.

I was, what may be termed, ‘not having a far-out day and not sensing any groovy vibes.’

I had no intention of leaving, I had to go to work the next morning.

I sat there a few more minutes, in what felt like an eternity, mesmerized by the sights and sounds of all of the little creatures in the bowls of hell.

Then I sprang into action to find the most positive book I could find, of the books I had brought from my father’s collection.

I picked up The Lost Books of The Bible, print date, 1947.

As I read the passages out loud, from the book, nothing seemed to assuage the shrieks of the tortured rats and field mice.

When, all of a sudden, I mustered up some courage. “Look here!” I spoke out loud to the tortured spirits. “I don’t care if you’re here or not but you can’t trouble me anymore. I’ve got to go work tomorrow morning at 5:45 and you can’t be messing around with me tonight.”

The dining room thingy, whatever it was, seemed to be appeased, at the moment.

It was 7:30 and it was getting time for me to go to bed to be able to get up to go to work by six o’clock tomorrow morning.

As I readied myself for tomorrow’s work, everything in the dining room seemed to have quieted down, so I felt sure my little talk with, whatever it was, had done the trick.

I had fallen asleep fairly quickly because I had put in a 10 plus hours that day. To then be awakened by I didn’t know what, but I was sitting straight up in bed.

A blue-greenish orb was floating in the corner, just slowly bobbing up and down in the corner of the small bedroom. 🦠

“There you are.” Trying not to betray the electric fear running up and down my spine.

“Look I told you, I’ve got to get up to go to work in just a few hours. You’ve got to leave me alone.”🦠

So laid on my stomach and again said to whatever the spirit was. “Leave me alone, I’ve got to get up soon. I’ve got to go to work soon.”
I said with all of the finality I could muster.

The next thing I knew I felt something pressing me into the bed, from my backside.

I forcefully jabbed with my right elbow up into the air behind me, into what I perceived may be the monster’s flank.

I forcefully said with all that was within me. “Get off me, leave me alone. I’ve got to go to work soon.”🦠

I went to work that day, to ask the old farmer I was working for; if he had ever heard any stories about ghosts in that house?

He kinda smiled, like he did when he was about to say something witty. Instead he just went on to talk about the work for the day. 🦠
A Mostly True Story
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In Everything Give Thanks
1Thessalonians 5:18-19
18 in every situation [no matter what the circumstances] be thankful and continually give thanks to God; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus.

19 Do not quench [subdue, or be unresponsive to the working and guidance of] the [Holy] Spirit.

I inadvertently erased my entire offering for today.
I tried to recreate it, but I only hit the high points.
At some point I have to accept that I was not supposed to print the material.
I accept the will of God. I know how it happened and I won’t be doing that again.

I am not be happy with myself, but I still Love God.
I will not quench the Spirit of God by being outwardly mad at myself and put a bad spirit into my home

In Everything Give Thanks
Russian Television
Man Steals phones
https://odysee.com/@RT:fd/iPhone_WIDE:d
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Tucker Carlson Interview of Vladimir Putin
https://rumble.com/v4c9a1i-exclusive-tucker-carlson-interviews-vladimir-putin.html
2.07.00

I believe Putin was sincere
Having looked for Peace with the West for 30 years
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Ain’t Nothing Happening
https://t.me/iso_e/52998
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Eddie Murphy says Stevie Wonder Isn’t Blind
https://t.me/TheVoiceOfQ/321063
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SGAnon
File 70
https://rumble.com/v4bs3mn-russian-offensive-coming-trumpwhite-hat-comms-poland-false-flag-underground.html
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Non Monetized
God Supported
BROZME

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