(6) My Resurrection

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The temporal terrorists broke my windup lantern that I used to charge my cell phone. It could only be recharged from the car or outlet, which defeated the point of having a windup cellphone charger. They did this so that when I left the Gospel Rescue Mission, I wouldn’t be able to charge my cellphone when I ran out of gas.
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I ran out of gas on the way to the Gospel Rescue Mission from California. At the gas station I was near empty and someone was nice and gave me $7 to make it the rest of the way. I went to the First Southern Baptist Church before I was taken into the Gospel Rescue Mission. There was a Starbucks near the Gospel Rescue Mission. When I was about to use their internet one day, a homeless girl with trouble walking asked for money to help her get to Phoenix Arizona. I drove her to the Gospel Rescue Mission. They wouldn’t help her, so I drove her to Phoenix Arizona and dropped her off where she wanted. I think she was an angel in disguise. On the timeline where I died in 2018, my car was probably owned by a drug dealer who went to Phoenix Arizona on a drug run. The angel was sent to make me drive to Phoenix Arizona to preserve the temporal nodes. She also set my radio to a station that played good music like “Blinding Lights” by the WEEKND.

I got back to the Gospel Rescue Mission just in time. We had to be back by 6:00pm. There were also curfews in place in Tucson Arizona. The government is run by lawless cowards who want to implement Martial Law while falsely claiming the Constitution is still the upheld law of the land.

The Temporal Terrorists at Gospel Rescue Mission didn’t like what I was about to upload on Facebook, so they claimed there was a COVID-19 case to lock it down again. This was shortly after the Deputy Superintendent of Human Resources from Huntington Beach Union High School District sent someone to deliver more of her lawfare political terrorism court documents that self-identity herself as a terrorist committing treason in bed with the Judge who had me kidnapped and continued a kangaroo court without me even present.

The person who handed me the new COVID-19 paper about the Lockdown of the Gospel Rescue Mission then had me thrown out and wouldn’t let me talk to my Advocate. They had the beautiful older Latina woman with bleached blond hair waiting for me at a Red Roof Inn in Tucson Arizona on a previous timeline. They used temporal reception to know that I was going to be staying at Red Roof Inn that night. They also recorded what I was wearing incase the timeline changed and I tried to leave the state. I went to the Starbucks near the Church but their entire system was down as a “road block” to prevent me from documenting it on my credit card. I paid in cash and they were supposed to give me a penny in change. Instead they gave me a nickel with a bugged tracking device inside. To throw them off, I drove near the California border and put the nickel in a gas station for someone else to find. I then later drove to the Red Roof Inn where they were not expecting me. There were multiple Red Roof Inns as temporal echoes and I went to one they did not expect. I paid in cash too.
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When I did finally get to California, I stopped at the Habit in Mission Viejo. I did some tricky stuff to get past the border without them catching me. The trick is to use counter-intelligence to make the temporal terrorists’ knowledge of the future a liability instead of an asset.

My mother would have probably let me stay at her house before I went to the gospel rescue mission, but the timeline had changed and she had other objectives now. She was going to try to get me to live with her younger brother who used to be a drug addict alcoholic. My “Mom” was trying to switch my credit card and car with his quantum eraser style to make me retroactively live his life. She had previously had him live at her house so she could do a perfect quantum eraser switch of my life with his from that point of time until now. Why she would let him stay with her and not me reveals she has ulterior motives. I doubt she is even still my real mother. My real mom was probably killed and replaced with a cloned replicant when she had her miraculous weight loss she always boasts about and wrote a book about. The best place to hide is right out in public according to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II Secret of the Ooze dandelion scene.

I was back in California and had very little money left, which was enough for 2 nights at an Inn. July 3rd was the day the temporal terrorist wanted me to do a video hearing so they could alter my words using Caption Call recordings to create a “real fake” of the video hearing. I was hoping July 4th the sealed indictments would be released and all the temporal terrorists would be shot in the head with fireworks as a smokescreen for the sound. I went about 2 nights sleeping in my car followed by a night in an Inn. I did this until I would be at an Inn July 2nd so I could call the number to reserve the video hearing and tell them “I do not negotiate with terrorists and they can go to hell or jail or wherever people go for treason.”

I had already filled a complaint against that judge and sent a copy to the United States Department of Justice. It was a conflict of interest for that judge to even be holding a video hearing. The Orange Country Courts have been infiltrated by lawless Freemasons in Department C66.

After I had reserved a spot at the Inn, I was at Ralph’s at the corner of La Paz and Marguerite. A temporal terrorist followed me there who had a cane. He claimed his car was stolen and needed a ride to the Carmax. He said he would give me money to drive him, but he was acting weird like an eccentric inventor. A Ralph’s employee told me they had called the police on him. I told him I would drive him to Carmax. I had nothing to lose and the Creator would protect me. He told me he hadn’t eaten in over a week. He was wearing a Trump shirt and claimed he bought rooms at the top of two towers hotels near Moulton Parkway. I dropped him off at the Carmax, gave him my phone number Incase he needed anymore help that day, and went to my Inn and took a shower. I received a call from him saying he was at Best But and needed a ride. I drove there and picked him up. I just wanted to take him home but he insisted we go to the two towers hotels he claimed to have bought the top floor. They wouldn’t let him in because he didn’t have a mask. I drove him to his house near a gated community on the corner of Via Vista and Santa Maria Avenue. He had the key and was able to get in his house.
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He claimed he was working on something for Shark Tank television show. He had a prototype of his shelf he was working on. He said his credit cards weren’t working and he was having liquidity problems. He tried to give me a stack of his business cards, a black leather cross inside a ziplock bag with measurement labels on the outside. He pretended like he was going to house me in the top floor of the hotel he claimed to own. I took one business card and the cross in the bag to be polite.

I had gotten him safely to his house, which was all I cared about so I left. I threw away the cross and bag at a gas station incase they were bugged tracking devices or some sort of drug dealer trinkets used to try to set me up. The Gospel Rescue Mission also tried to give me flashlights with tracking devices inside, which I refused. They might have destroyed my lantern hand crank charger so I would take their flashlight with a tracking device inside.

I later got a call from someone claiming to be the son of the man with the cane. The son said the father was not mentally normal and to call him if the father tried to contact me again.

I think my credit card and car were owed by a drug dealer on the previous timeline and this was all psychological operations to preserve the temporal nodes.

When I was going down the elevator to leave the Inn, there was another man with a cane who was probably the real drug dealer in the original timeline.

I have since maxed out my credit card and debit card and called 911 to inform them that I am a victim of human trafficking. I am hoping I can upload this to social media, which will be the end of me being a temporal ghost. Hopefully this is the message used to temporal resurrect me, soI can now come out of temporal isolation and maybe finally get justice, new credit cards, and a new car. I only have a few days of food left and no gas to move my car far. However the temporal terrorists have been sending me reassuring subliminal messages in their psychological operations which indicate that I am victorious and almost out of the woods.
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