The Zombie Apocalypse

You’ve probably heard about a little problem Africa has been struggling with. I hate to even type the word “Ebola.” You may have heard there was a case or two in Texas, but I bet you didn’t know how bad it’s spreading. Affected patients have been “disappearing.” Medical professionals have not been allowed to use personal protective equipment “out of fear of panic.” EMS personnel are now forbidden to even say “Ebola,” and instead they are to alert “F/T” over the radio (Fever/recent Travel). It is the biggest, most widespread Ebola outbreak in history.

What could be worse? How about if it was planned? What if it is only part of a formula, a piece of a blueprint drawn up by “the powers that be?”

* Did you know that Disaster Assistance Response Teams (DART) admitted to being told to be prepared for activation in October?

* Did you know that President Obama amended an existing Executive Order to include respiratory illnesses (INCLUDING ASTHMA) as potential health conditions under which martial law could be declared. And, like clockwork, we now have the EV-D68 respiratory virus making its way across the country.

* Did you know that the government has been purchasing outrageous amounts of hollow point, ” forbidden by international law for use in war, along with a frightening amount specialized for snipers… (At the height of the Iraq War the Army was expending less than 6 million rounds a month.  Therefore 1.6 billion rounds would be enough to sustain a hot war for 20+ years.  In America).”

* Did you know the government has recently retrofitted 2,717 ‘Mine Resistant Ambush Protected’ MaxxPro MRAP vehicles for service on the streets of the United States?” These MRAP’s ARE BEING SEEN ON U.S. STREETS all across America by verified observers with photos, videos, and descriptions.”

* Did you know the government has been preparing prison-like sites for “warehousing people” and is stockpiling body bags and coffins?

* Did you know the data trail also reveals that NIH owns the Ebola-related vaccines developed by Crucell and these vaccines were clinically tested on two groups of human volunteers in 2006! This means that an Ebola vaccine has been available for eight years rendering the present stories about vaccine development by Monsanto and GSK to be a cover story.

* Did you know the Department of Homeland Security uses shooting targets that include images of children, pregnant women and elderly gun owners? They call them “No More Hesitation” targets.

* Did you know that the Pentagon has actual instructions for a zombie apocalypse? Such zombies include: life forms “created via some form of occult experimentation in what might otherwise be referred to as ‘evil magic,’ vegetarian zombies, and life forms created after an organism is infected with a high dose of radiation, and more. All in order to “maintain emergency plans to employ nuclear weapons within (the continental United States) to eradicate zombie hordes.”

I had to cut and paste the entire following section. This is what I want to write. This is what I want you to read. It has already been written perfectly (my emphasis added):


“Folks, the picture is much bigger than most people can see. While the proverbial band plays on (NFL, reality TV, Fashion, DISTRACTIONS), there are people who are dancing with the devil (and some quite literally: Illuminati) at the peril of the population.

Americans and all people in the West deserve the truth, however uncomfortable it might prove to be. We all need to put our big boy pants on and understand that there is mischief going on behind the foggy headlines and sound bites of the captured media. We need to think bigger, and understand the role of the dead microbiologists, the actions of our government in terms of FEMA preparations, causing our border patrol to become preoccupied or prevent them from doing their job at the border. Dots need to be connected to create the big picture of what’s really taking place on a global scale.

The words etched into a granite monument known as the ‘Georgia Guidestones‘ to depopulate the planet are not mere words, but an action plan. Are we seeing that plan being implemented today?

Could it be that the films and televisions series created and disseminated by Hollywood about zombies, and other biological bastardizations of mankind are not merely fantasy entertainment, but a look into our future? Could this be the aging globalists final move to accomplish their Satanic agenda, which is to depopulate the world and to subjugate mankind into demonic bondage?” –Douglas J. Hagmann


So, with my obviously nutty brain, America’s future is something of a horror story. I see literal dying people, bleeding from their orifices, and screaming pain. I see weaponized soldiers, heartless with orders. I see the ignorant, fat, happy and busy American totally unprepared and caught completely by surprise. It sounds like quite a tribulation.

“All of my military sources believe that a military led uprising is the only way to avoid the decent into martial law once the crackdown happens. The trigger event will be mandatory vaccinations coupled with the quarantining of segments of the population.”

Are you ready to accept the tragedy of reality???

What are you going to do about it?

I have to stop here, but follow the rabbit hole and check out these interesting bits:

Ramblings of a drunk woman?

Can Obama save you?

Nuclear threats and more ordered preparation

Grown-Up Time

I’ve been encouraged to expand my most recent post, Without a Goal You’ll Never Score. Here goes:

I’m somewhat an expert on the struggle to judge not. If we’re honest with ourselves, we’d be out fingers and toes when counting the things we think mom’s might be doing a teensy bit… not the way we’d do it. It’s a fact of mom life. We’re all continually learning from mistakes and raising children who change one day to the next. Or from one nap to the next (but at least they’ve slept. Hallelujah). It’s part of mommy R&D. What’s working, not working, etc.

It’s a very separate issue to receive endless criticism from “dear” friends. We can often tell what is constructive and what is plain vindictive. My husband often calls this “grown up time,” when real decisions that affect real life must be made.

First, find your own convictions. Put yourself under scrutiny and seek out your true motives. Shed your pride and move forward in grace, with prayer.  “Accept, forgive and love” (thank you, Jesus and Jerry Cook).  If friendly fire continues, then scrape ’em off.  Life is too short and our children are too important to put up with the malicious endeavors of bitter people. (I’m also becoming an expert in learning to handle this).

That’s all I’ve got. God is love and if you’re a vessel of his Holy Spirit, you’ve got to be love too. You are also allowed to choose who you spend your time with. It’s scary and it’s wonderful. The end.

Mom's Morning Coffee

Without a Goal You’ll Never Score

There’s a tense rivalry between stay/work-at-home-moms and mother’s who work outside of the home. I’ve been a member of both elitist clubs and can attest to the opposing challenges. What’s lacking in our efforts to prove devotion is real validation that should be connecting sisters. Mommy business, taken seriously, is never a thing to scoff at. Circumstantial differences that impose labels (stay-at-home, work-from-home, single, self-employed, full-time, etc.) are inherently biased. The only factor enabling tension is every mother’s primal drive to reinforce the importance of her role. The role of mother.

Being alive and being a human being are two challenges we face daily. Then there’s the struggle to raise other living, human beings which is, without a doubt, worlds harder. There should be no energy lost in trying to keep pace with another woman caring for her completely different humans. There should only be love and encouragement and motivation and prayer. These mothers, me and my sisters, should pour into each other. We should lift each other up and acknowledge that although we may be superficially different and incompatibly wired our good Lord made no mistake in giving his sweet babies the mommies He did.

Our focus as continually evolving adults should be our own progression. We need to focus on where God is calling us and where our children will thrive and where our hearts can serve. We need to offer encouragement and truth where we can, but we are only accountable for ourselves.

My newest form of growth has presented itself in the form of song writing. I’ve always loved music. I love to sing. Like belt it out, would-have-done-it-for-a-living-if-anyone-would-pay-me singing. My family unit is 5/6ths musical, unless you count “knives” as a real talent, sorry, Ry. But there’s rarely an opportunity to hit the last notch on the stereo volume or even keep up with radio. So, I set a goal to write one song per day for one week minimum (my husband said not to put a cap on my “creativity”). It’s been two days. I’ve written two “songs.” Honestly, they probably suck. But I’m loving it.

Make a goal or goals for yourself. Stop yourself from focusing on other moms and focus on you and your beautiful children (and your husband too, don’t forget about all that good stuff). Don’t give anyone else the power to say what you should do or who you should be. That is why we pray. Be who you are when it’s not up to every other mom you think is watching.  (Warning, gigantic MOPS plug ahead) Be you, bravely.

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You Are Being Watched

What is going to happen to your soul, your spirit, when you die? That question may seem tired, but often it’s enough to splinter into the brain and make a home there. My hope is that I’ve just splintered your brain. And put out a welcome mat. I want this thought to never leave you. I want you to inquire and explore and pray and strain until you find your answer. I want you to be restless until you have peace about your inevitable mortal destiny. Whoa.

Don’t know where to start? Keep reading.

The Word. God’s Word (the B-I-B-L-E, yes that’s the book for me). It’s alive. It is able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart (Hebrews 4:12-13). Open, read it and you’ll see. Once you begin to spend real time with the living Word of God, you will just know He’s watching you. And then you’ll know He’s guiding you. The Word is a lamp unto your feet and a light unto your path (Psalm 119:105). God uses His Word to speak. Are we making the time to open our ears (our eyes, our minds, our hearts) to invite the conversation? He has a lot to say.

“The law of the LORD is perfect, restoring the soul; The testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple. The precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart; The commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever; The judgments of the LORD are true; they are righteous altogether.” -Psalm 19:7-11

Perfect, restoring, sure, wise, right, rejoicing, pure, enlightening, clean, enduring, true, righteous. My God is an awesome God.

My First Post…Again

This is my very first post… on my third blog. I swear this one is going to stick. I’m inspired. I have direction. Third time’s a charm and all that.

The hardest part for me has been finding something to write. I’ve always got something to say- just ask my husband. But something existed between me and the keypad that would totally shut off my brain. I think maybe the pressure of wit and experience and celebrity of established blogs gave me performance anxiety. Or maybe it was reading those blogs that kept me busy from engaging my own. Whatever is was, I’m energetic and unafraid now. Finger to the keys, I’ve found my voice.

Have you ever felt thunder. Like, literally rumble your bones? I did. A few weeks ago we went camping in our new Minnie, daring the view-hindering smoke from several fires. We ended up somewhere around 10,000 feet elevation. And it stormed. In the middle of a drought. I saw and heard lightning hit the rock mountain top just across the ravine from us. I could smell it. Lightning hit, I counted, “One, t-” thunder rolled. It was close. Miraculously, my 18 month-old daughter and 3 year-old son slept through the whole thing. Maybe it was because they weren’t the ones sleeping 6 inches under the tin roof that hail was bound to impale. All I did was pray we wouldn’t die. I prayed the roads wouldn’t explode. I knew lightning bolts were systematically wiping out the highway. Then my husband rolled over and opened his mouth.

He started talking about how “God is so powerful” and how “even this little storm is just the crack of a knuckle to Him.” I immediately felt 7 years old. He talked about how unfathomable it will be to stand in His presence. The Creator of lightning and thunder. I fell in love with my husband again (this happens a lot, he’s very wonderful), and then I felt sheer awe. I was awed by God and his fierce creation. It felt as though the storm brought me closer to Him. I was out of my comfortable, well-managed environment and in his completely enveloping mercy. I was humbled.

In the morning, the ground was covered in white. And the sky was completely clear and the purest blue. It was the most beautiful trip I have ever been on. Continual awe. Thank you, God! I realize there are many reasons why I am odd. But there is only One by whom I’m “awed.”

This is my voice- this path that I’m walking and the tribe at my side. The process of learning and failing and succeeding and changing. Most of all, it’s about the God that’s moving me.