Domestic problems of witches working for Babylon's demons

Chapter 10 of Evil AF—Who Set Up the CIA?

“and others had trial of mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment” (The Letter to Hebrews)

“I’m not dead.”

Timmi’s look. Eyes like big diamonds. Pale deathly skin. Twelve years old. Too thin. She's just been raped and electrically tortured. Visiting witches’ routine. Like winding watches. They’d all had this done to them for their entire childhoods, in California, Germany, Brazil, central Africa etc. Pawns in the game.

The smell of shit filled the also shockingly plush luxuriously furnished sub-pavement suite of the immense London townhouse, valued at 10 million pounds in 1990, from which Timmi daily proceeded to Millstone Girls private tutorial school in those days. Witches use their assholes constantly. An always near to hand weapon.

“I am standing with you sis. Here thirty years later. Yes here in the highlands. We’re free. Like Winston Churchill so well wrote of the end of the Nazi occupation menace. What did he see? Together seated on sunlit high pastures talking of great old kings and queens.”