It's been 12 weeks since I returned to my home in Georgia and ended up pulling my hamstring. I am still not sure if I pulled it completely off the sit-down bone or if I have simply shredded the muscle fibers that go up the back of the thigh, around the crotch area and up into the buttocks. Even with all my crazy bodybuilding and powerlifting days, I've never injured myself to this degree, nor have I ever been in a situation as such where I have no doctors, chiropractors, sports medicine gurus in my back pocket. So, it's just me and Jesus.

Yesterday, while feeling a bit blue and non productive, I decided to listen to a doctor talk about injuries that just don't seem to heal. Interestingly, he was adamant about taking Vitamin C in large doses. He claims that without Vitamin C, the body cannot heal itself.  So, I ordered a large bottle of low acidity Vitamin C and will start my quest next week. I am thinking this could be the answer because, though I do take many supplements, Vitamin C is not one of them. 

Also, stress robs our body of Vitamin C. Can you imagine how many Targeted Individuals, who are gang stalked and harassed, are running around depleted of this vital nutrient; unable to heal or function on a high level?

I remember many moons ago, reading a book about Vitamin C by Linus Pauling. He actually claimed that Vitamin C could cure a person of Cancer. Sometimes, with all the fancy formulas being pushed our way, we forget about the basics. It goes along the same lines as forgetting about the disinfectant and mold killing qualities of using simple bleach. We go out and spend hundreds of dollars on fancy schmancy cleaners, when a $5 bottle of bleach will do the trick.

Years ago, I wrote and published an article in Flex Magazine called, "Back to the Basics". It was along these same lines. All types of new fitness equipment was coming onto the bodybuilding scene; they were all wonderful and fun to use, but when it came to results, I needed to go back to the basics.

I will post an update on my findings and results. In the meantime, being targeted robs us of Vitamin C. Perhaps, you may want to get out there and get yourself some.

Stay in the Fight.
Focus on Jesus.
Live One day at a Time,
And together, we can do this thing.

God bless you.

  My first TI email contact, Mr. Byrd, a southern gentleman who was one of the first people to purchase my book, just reminded me that I have been lax on my blog. He didn't have to tell me that. I already knew. Two of my biggest difficulties are picking up the 100-pound telephone to say hello to someone, and putting into words by way of a blog exactly what I am feeling, for the whole world to know.  

I had been busy with revolving the month of July around the topic of Suicide. It was due to the sudden death of Zeph Daniel's daughter, Francesca, who passed away one year ago Feb. 18 by suicide. I was fairly new to the world of YouTube videos when I learned about Zeph Daniel's daughter, and it was also a week or so after my book was hot off the press. I had been listening to The Zeph Report for nearly a year, and was so enthralled with the things I heard, that I list Mr. Daniel in my resource section of the book. Suicide is a tough topic for some people, and I am sorry to say that I have lost a few subscribers. One in particular goes by the handle of E H; I miss this person's comments very much.  If you are reading this, I apologize if I hurt your feelings, and I hope you decide to join me once again. With you gone, less people are helped. That's right: each person who contributes under my vlogs helps others make it through another day.  For some of you, that is your job.

I want to thank all my followers, encouragers, and enemies for making my vlogs possible. I particularly am fond of the locals who live around me who holler and scream while I am filming. My subscribers pick that up right away and it certainly adds flavor to my already interesting messages. Please don't stop. It is my time now to use you as free entertainment.

Remember: We stay in the fight! We focus on Jesus. We live one day at a time, and together we can do this thing! God bless you.






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Just want to share with you that Treading On Serpents will be displayed this year at the L.A. Times Book Festival in los Angeles.  This annual event will be held on April 13-14th at the University of Southern California. If any of you get over there, let me know.

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We have a date for the second Chicago T.I. Rally: April 27th, 2019

Last year, I did attend, though I got soaked from a rain downpour and left early. I was so proud of myself for taking the train downtown and showing up!  I'd been isolated for years and wasn't sure about the whole thing, but I knew if I didn't go, I'd beat myself up.

The night before, we were all invited to Portillo's for a gathering. Though, I struggled with the whole "intermingling" thing, my mother and I took a cab downtown. We reluctantly visited with the rest of the TIs, who came from all over the United States.  I was uptight and honestly couldn't wait to get back home to my comfort zone. It was a normal reaction for anyone to have, considering the years of being isolated from any human beings who were good, kind and had my best interest at heart. I had been living in the woods in Hamilton, Georgia, for five years, where the community was only interested in raping me, in every way imaginable, and using me for their entertainment!  I can't say my mother's neighbors here in Chicago are much better, but that's the way it is when you are put on a gangstalking/harassment list.  As Zeph Daniel from The Zeph Report says, "It is everybody, everywhere, all the time".

Nevertheless, I met other T.I.s who were fun and full of life, even though they were beat up by the deception, meanness, and constant torture from gangstalking perpetrators. We actually laughed at the craziness we go through on a daily basis. It was healing because, by showing up, I began the process of coming out of my shell. I highly recommend anyone who is targeted to try to show up for this Rally. If not for the Rally, you can come to the gathering, of others like yourself, the night before. You can do what I did: show up for two hours and leave. The enemy wants you to be in your little room and stay isolated. Bust through those walls and stay in the fight! 

I have made a few Youtuber friends like Swanie1, who may show up from Michigan. You can check out his channel.  Also, NexxLevel will be coming in from Michigan; his channel is fun, especially his LIVE chats. We'd also like to get Sgt. Scott Sepanek (IamtheVet.com / TheSpiritualMarine.com) to take a road trip from sunny California and visit the Windy City.  I will find out more information on lodging and will post it soon.  ###

 

Well, I have finally uploaded six daily readings from my book, Treading On Serpents. They can be found on You Tube. The dates are January 1 through January 6.  I am fumbling around with some new equipment and will be back on the set shortly.  A big shout out and thanks to all my subscribers. You guys are awesome.  As far as 'not wearing red' ….. I will eliminate that color from my sparse "Chicago" wardrobe; as I am still on an extended visit here in the Windy City. As far as wearing long skirts and dresses ….. no comment as of right now.

To my subscribers who fight the good fight with the Freemasons, Trolls, and Satanists who leave nasty, hateful comments on my channel: God bless you!  

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Dear Tina,

I myself am a Targeted Individual and have been fully aware for approximately two and a half years. I am a 46 yo male and I live with my mother and our dogs. I get heavy gang stalking and also some electronic harassment. I live in Massachusetts not too far from Boston.

I just wanted to say thank you for writing the book Treading On Serpents. I am reading it now and it is an inspirational tool to keep the spirits up, even though we are surrounded by evil and people with bad intentions.

Looking back, I have been targeted for many years however it wasn't until they decided to make me aware that all the pieces of this harassment puzzle came together. When you realize just how many dupes are in on this and that they are trying really hard to get you to commit suicide, its just overwhelming. I don't know why exactly I became targeted but I do know for several months I was extremely frightened and intimidated, still am to an extent. Once again thanks writing this, please know that you are making a positive difference for other Targeted Individuals

I don't know if you have noticed the hatred from people lately, but it's over the top. Since I have posted a couple audios on YouTube, I have been attacked more than usual. For starters, I am never given a rest from the constant struggle with my electronics. One of my subscribers, who has now become a good brother-in-Christ friend of mine, sent me an iPhone to use for my audio posts. I was able to post a few readings from my book, but within a month, the phone has completely shut down and refuses to turn back on. I had then resorted to using a tablet but with far worse results. Of course I have been greatly disturbed by this. I guess I am making a blanket apology for the quality of my audios. Somehow, my perpetrators have been able to slow down my voice to where I sound like I'm half asleep, not to mention the added nasal sound as if I have a clothes pin clipped on my nose.

This past month, since posting the audio readings, one of my dogs, Vinny, has developed a nasal growth on the top of his nose. It appears to be a bone that is getting larger by the day. Five days ago, I took him to the Animal Welfare League in Chicago, after making an appointment on the landline, standing in my mother's kitchen. This was not a good idea, as I am constantly listened to in the house, as well as over the telephone. This gives the perps ample time to send a sheriff deputy (a badge is always an added scare tactic) to the veterinarian on staff, to be sure I get lousy service and am charged nearly double for something ridiculous. I am assuming it was a sheriff deputy, because I have a long history of this particular agenda taking place by a uniformed perpetrator wearing a badge. It could have been Chicago PD.

After a short wait, the staff veterinarian walked into the room and, in a robotic-type fashion, told me there was nothing that could be done for my dog and that it was just a matter of a short time before I'd have to put him down; he never touched the dog nor even looked at him! It was as though the guy was reading a script. There was no emotion in his face; his voice was flat; his delivery was evasive, and as he apologized for the horrific diagnosis, his eyes grew dark and cold. Upon leaving I was sold $108 worth of antibiotics and pain killers and told to hope for the best, in a nonchalant type of way. It was the biggest waste of time and money that I've spent since the last time I tried to get one of my dogs taken care of by a veterinarian. Last year, my little dog, Vinilla, had a high fever. After a slew of tests and a $600 bill, there was no answer for her condition. She was given antibiotics and recovered in three days. This is how they cause me financial hardship and heartache. It is both supernatural and natural; spiritual and carnal. They focus on matters of the heart and hit below the belt.

The neighbors were anxiously waiting outside around my mom's house when I returned home. As Vinny and I drove up, they were gathered for a community 'feeding frenzy' in hopes I would be functioning on a low frequency by harboring emotions like hopelessness and despair. Demons like when we are operating at a low energy level, trudging through the day with suicidal thoughts; it gives them energy. Little did they know that they wouldn't feed off me that day. They didn't know what had happened after I left the Animal Welfare League building, got into my van and waled for five minutes, while hugging Vinny. They didn't know that Jesus would step in. As I proceeded to drive to the nearest corner, where I turned right, there stood a huge church with a large lit up marquee. It boldly read, "I trust you, Jesus".  This was my message from God, after being bamboozled by Satan's workers--those demons that jump in and out of people for the sake of gang stalking and harassing us.

This was second time I was given a written message from The Lord during a time of despair. It happened five years ago, as I headed to the Columbus, Georgia hospital where my dad would receive his last blood transfusion before dying. The perpetrators in Pine Mountain and Hamilton were set in place around my home, waiting for his death so they could put me through further hell in order to steal his money and Chevy Suburban. I was so alone, beat up, and sad as I drove to that hospital when I saw a huge billboard on the side of the road that read "TRUST GOD".  I looked for that billboard umpteen times after that but could never find it. 

Anyway, back to Vinny: So when I jumped out of the van upon returning home, I had a smile on my face and a pep in my step. I knew Jesus was going to hold my right hand through whatever it was I'd have to go through. The following morning when Vinny and I went for a brisk walk, while it was snowing, three different people drove by, slowed down and stared at me with hatred that you could cut with a chainsaw. They were demons, unhappy with the seal of God that I wear when I cling to Jesus. Their witchcraft curses, hexes and vexes don't work on me as readily as they used to; though, they still put me through the mill, I must admit. As I cling to Jesus, they starve, because I function on a higher frequency of energy. I run on a level of trust, hope, mercy, grace, love, and joy. The joy-thing is something I'd like to have more of, and I'm working on that. 

Vinny needs help, but the evil spirits won't allow me to get it through this world's system. I don't ask people to pray for him; though you can if you feel it in your heart to do so. I lay hands on his nose as I "decree & declare",  "bind and loose", and do those things that Jesus taught us to do, using His name. The Holy Spirit has led me to order some high potency joint supplements for him. He seems to be happy and full of life. Throughout the day, when the darkness tries to take me down, so they can feed off me, I softly whisper, "I Trust You, Jesus".

Oh, and for the record, as soon as I find the right equipment, I will continue making audio readings of my book; I may even amp it up and do some videos  That should really irk them as I continue on as one of God's servants.  ###

If you'd like to hear daily readings from Treading On Serpents; they are being read on the YouTube Channel called Swanie1. A personal thank you to Kirk who has made these readings available to his subscribers.  God bless us all.  ###

It's been a while since I've blogged. I'm not a daily blogger. I guess being watched and listened-to for (now) eighteen years, I've learned to be quiet. I'm not saying that's the best thing to do; it has just developed over the years. Sergeant Scott Sepanek from www.SpiritualJews.com, on you-tube, suggested that I blog my thoughts on a daily basis for others to read. I can honestly admit that I've tried to do that. I guess I've been conditioned to not reveal my thoughts or moves, due to being set up by the enemy. So, I forgive myself and move along the best I can, and I blog whenever I have something not too revealing to say.

I've been wanting to make videos; that's no secret. And I know some of you have been regularly checking my Vlog section, only to leave disappointed. Slowly but surely I am moving ahead, but more slowly than I'd like. It seems I have everything I need to proceed, but the chutzpah. Sometimes, I'm not sure if it's The Lord keeping me out of the spotlight or if it's the enemy.  Either way, Vlogging is just sitting dormant right now.  However, I am a big YouTuber. I regularly watch videos and comment on most of them. I see the energy these people put into their work, day after day; bringing us comfort, entertainment, and sometimes, even camaraderie with live shows. (God bless all of you who comment "live" and are nice to one another; you are part of a huge healing movement.)
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I will move out of my comfort zone and go out on a limb here to share a secret: The Lord has put something special on my heart--to send one copy of my book, as a tithe, to someone special each month. So, that's what I've been quietly doing for a few months now. So, you might find that someone will occasionally mention it on their video, though it's not a prerequisite to receiving a copy from me. It's just a way for me to participate in this spiritual warfare; surviving while being gang stalked and to give something back to those who give so much by making videos for us to view or listen to. Out of the copies that I've already sent out over the past four months, I've only received one bad review where a daily devotional just didn't flip this guy's switch. So considering the odds, that's not too bad. LOL  I think it's important that we all do something to help someone else to either feel appreciated or loved or whatnot, even if it means just leaving a kind comment.  Some of us do our part in the spotlight while others do it quietly behind the scenes.  We are all part of a whole where even small contributions matter. ###