No, Paula, me posting a link to a Holmseth article does not constitute an "attack" on you, nor does it constitute anything coordinated. This is a social media platform. We post articles here. Duh.
If you hadn't attacked my Twitter account I wouldn't have noticed you, or cared, because to me you are not terribly notable. You brought my attention on yourself, by being inappropriate. You posted my work on your Twitter, and then turned around and you attacked my Twitter for posting the same content that you posted. Then you created a fake account with your old Twitter handle and posting my book cover on it with a picture of Czebotar, and you linked my book to that fake Twitter account. Impersonating people IS against Twitter rules. For that, I believe you should be thrown off Twitter.
I think you're projecting when you say I'm afraid. The question is, why? Why would you say I'm afraid, when I have absolutely zero to be afraid of? All I have done is get interested in someone's story, and I've looked into it. There's nothing illegal, immoral or wrong with that. For that, however, I've been the brunt of endless nasty comments about my name, my "investigative" ability, my writing, my spelling, and so much more I can't even remember it all from your cronies, and then from you when you deemed my posts inappropriate for public consumption.
YOU attacked me, not the other way around. Trying to play that I'm attacking you is pure, unadulterated BS.
You got my attention, and now you're trying to rewrite history like I'm a bad guy. For what? For getting interested in a subject? For trying and failing to read the illegible photos that were posted? That's a take on things that just makes you look desperate. Are you feeling slighted because I never answered your screaming Tweets that THEY WEREN'T 12 YEARS OLD? I didn't answer it for a really good reason. Have you figured out why, yet?
You want your spies in here to bring everything to you that I post so you can repost it on your Telegram pages? Go for it. Maybe the people in your Telegram rooms will get some education into how to have a discussion with someone while not calling them names. Have you noticed yet how I haven't had to call you names, misspell your name, add "grift" to the end, or insult your intelligence like you do constantly to me?
I also don't have to lie about you. Just pointing out the obvious about you is enough to make you go a little bonkers. And yet you lie about me, you lie about what I'm doing, and you lie about what I've done. I haven't yet found out a thing that you've posted related to me yet that didn't contain one or more lies.
Is that why you're afraid, because I don't have to lie about you to make you uncomfortable? I just point out the obvious, which is that you're mixed up in some weird stuff. Abnormal stuff. And you don't like having the light shone on your actions, or your Twitter account.
You're dreaming if you think that pointing out the obvious about your actions--that you yourself bragged on multiple social media platforms about--is a "ferocious attack". Get a grip. You can brag about it but I can't write about it? I don't do double standards. You attacked me. I didn't attack you, I simply pointed out that you attacked me. If you thought you could attack me, brag about it and I wasn't going to notice, you made a miscalculation. Nobody with half a brain believes your narrative that you're being attacked by me. From my vantage point it makes you look emotionally unstable and slightly desperate. Is that what you're going for?
Hello all you Telegrammers. Hope you found this scintillating. I wonder if Paula will be brave enough to post all of it. Or maybe like the last time she will have to inappropriately edit it so that it doesn't say what it actually says.
Charlemagne, genetic splicing, blue balls, Mount Hermon, and s*x with fallen angels. Hitler himself seems secondary to the occult's Hitler Project.
One of the wilder things I've looked into, this one has 4 way sex with fallen angels, including hitler, genetic blue balls transported to every portal known to deposit genetic material into them, and names the entire purpose of the concentration camps as a giant blood sacrifice to open a portal on Mount Hermon. 👀🥺
Happy Testimony Tuesday my dear friends! Its been a little over a month since I've posted, but we made it through the Holidays! Whew 🥴. I have learned so much about myself and extreme emotions during this time. We assume the Holidays are the "most wonderful time of the year" but they also bring a lot of BIG FEELINGS to some of us.
Today marks 270 days alcohal free, 160 days Cigarette free, and let me go ahead and confess aloud, and 74 days THC free. The only thing I do now is a nicotine mouth pouch 2-3 times a day so not really that heavy there either. God is so good!! He has taken me from a filthy wretch and has refind me and cleaned me up so well, its unbelievable.
It hasnt been easy though. When I first quit my vices, there was a pure RAGE. I was so mad at everything. Noises, people, traffic, my kids, every little thing was setting me off. I know you all think I am a lovely peach, but my defualt emotion has always been anger. At work, I "mask" and come off sweet and positive and helpful. I often wonder is this the real me, or is the home the real me? The home is cranky, assertive, demanding and argumentative. Perhaps this is a learned behavior as my home life was never the safe place and work maybe was an escape for me. I dont know, Im still learning and a work in progress.
Going through the detox, I reached out to the life coach I was working with and he reminded me, this is the first time I am "feeling" my emotions. And you know what, he was right. I have been smoking and drinking since I was 14. Its aweful to say but the streets really raised me. You had to kind of be 'bad' to survive. If I would have felt everything I was actually going through, perhaps I wouldnt have survived. Thats God's kind of grace in my life. He allowed me those vices to survive, and then when it no longer served me, he took them away. I am the most physically and mentally healthy as I have ever been in my WHOLE LIFE.
Then I read how Jesus was offered something to 'numb his pain' during the cross, and he rejected it. He wanted to feel the suffering and be the perfect sacrifice. That really made me emotional to know our God, who was made flesh, FELT every pain we could go through and he chose to do so with Love. A true love for his children.
"The gospel of Mark describes what Jesus had to endure, “And they brought him to the place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull). And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take” (Mark 15:22-24 ESV throughout).
According to ancient Hebrew custom based on Proverbs 31:6-7, honorable women of Jerusalem would attend executions to provide support to the condemned. The women would administer them wine mixed with myrrh, or wine mixed with gall (Matthew 27:33-35) as a way to deaden or numb the senses from the pain of the cross. The mixture was also a natural sedative, putting those who took it to sleep.
Jesus refused to take it, “And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it” (Mark 15:23). Jesus refused because he wanted to experience every single moment appointed to him by the Father (Matthew 26:39) in order to remain the perfect sacrifice for sin (Ephesians 5:2)." -https://lookingtogod.org/2018/03/26/what-did-jesus-drink-while-dying-on-the-cross/
Isnt that such a perfect example on how we need to just feel this life and get through it?!
After the inital detox and trying to feel my true emotions, I am learning to be gental with myself and notice my "small wins." The other day, I rewatched a movie from 10 years ago. I know I've seen it before but I didnt remember a lot of the story as I watched it. I thought to myself "this is probably the first time you have watched a movie without being drunk or high" and I smiled to myself on the couch. I was home alone, but I felt so close to God. I love Jesus/ God so much. I see him in little tiny details of my life daily. Its pretty intamate and incedible to be loved by God.
I hope you give yourself grace and gentleness this week, and lean into the arms of God. He loves you so much and I love you too! 💗 Ally.
Hello, my friends! Welcome to this week's episode of Testimony Tuesday. This week, I had a really crazy dream. It got me thinking about the spirit realm and how we are communicated to within our dreams. For a long time, I didn't have any dreams because I was numb from drinking, and I would just pass out. Now, after having this dream, I'm not sure if it is a good or bad thing that I am having dreams again. Daniel 4:5 ESV "Helpful Not HelpfulI saw a dream that made me afraid. As I lay in bed, the fancies and the visions of my head alarmed me."
In my dream, it was almost like an anime cartoon, in which I was first introduced to friendly faces that turned into ominous spirits. At each interaction, the smiling faces would morph into deminoic smiles and challenge me.
Do you remember this new "disorder" where people would see faces morph into Demon faces? It was just like that! https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/health/2024/03/28/demon-face-syndrome-patient-victor-sharrah/73089955007/ Now of course they would classify this as a disorder rather that what it truly is: some of us can see the veil slipping.

Anyhow, what I can remember most is the last "boss" slamming her hand down and saying, "You are a gateway!" and then I woke up in a cold sweat. A gateway, what does that mean? And why are spirits attacking me in the spirit realm?! When I research the word Gateway, this is what it says: Gateways are similar to doorways, with the obvious difference being the gate that you open to pass through, rather than a door. You can also use this word in a figurative way, to mean "entrance," or "means of access."
A means of access?? Now this is interesting... access to what? Access to the Lord, our Father? Access to souls in the human realm? Oh, how my wheels are spinning. For a dream to stick with me all week, I think there is much more meaning behind this dream and what the spirits were trying to access. Luckily for me, the Lord goes before me and fights my battles. Deuteronomy 1:30 The LORD your God is going ahead of you. He will fight for you, just as you saw him do in Egypt.
Just as he did in Egypt! So many fallen beings, false gods, big personalities who thought they were most high. Of course, they want access to God, for they can no longer access him at all. What a privilege it is to serve Jesus Christ, God the most high, that I never have to worry about these beings trying to access him through me!
Of course, I don't know if this is what the dream means, and I am just trying to tie the context together, as that is how the Lord built me to operate. All I do know is God wins. I want to challenge you all to be open to God speaking to us in our dreams, and on the same road, Demons will also try to influence or speak to us in our dreams. Be vigilant, my friends, and bring EVERYTHING to God who will tell you the truth behind the lies!
Be blessed this week, my friends, and keep me in prayer, as I will keep you in mine!