the new MH System: another Saint

it started at the Horsham Clinic. I barely got out of there alive. I almost got to Wernersville in the wrong way at the wrong time.

Saint Bonnie Lynn pulled a trick that enabled my fragile CONFIDENCE so that I could stand up to the MH System

I got home ready to face my father’s homicidal intent. I wrote to the National Enquirer and the NY Times and the NY Post and–I think–the local Morning Call to keep myself out there safe in the public eye. Now im getting a little bit confused about the times and dates–its been so crazy.

anyway now im getting it straightened out. All in all I was led to an alien encounter. This was no joke. And now I believe in time travel even though I don’t understand it.

I had to change if I wanted to survive. And I have and i did. It had nothing to do with Aliens directly. It was about losing the self-deprecating British wit. I finally understood how NEGATIVE it came off. AND HURTFUL! And how mad it makes people. It’s hard to let people know how different I am now BEFORE they take a shot at me.

I was going through a profound experience of healing of me and Ian, my son, retroactively interpolating a better childbirth on so many levels, and a better experience for him when he got hit in the eye with a dart when his father and I were in England. A horrific time which changed our lives around.

so, today, literally today, it’s all coming back to ME in an integrated way.

But all this time, as long as I can remember–people have been gaslighting me.

I didn’t know what that was until a few days ago.

Now my life makes perfect sense.

Bonnie Lynn (saint) gave me the key to start unraveling it.