Christianity: The New Reality

This is the beginning and this is the standard.
Look at the form and function of it.
Look at the static and dynamic symmetry.
It is not just a machine, is the state of the art of coffee machines.
One button that says without saying it, “make coffee”.
Engineering is involved.
Graphic modeling is involved.
Testing is involved.
Aesthetic consideration is involved

But now me must go forward from this point.
It has a two prong electrical plug with no ground.
Imagine that.
Something so simple, so basic, so as to be beyond understanding how it could be overlooked.
Safety.

A 3 prong adapter may be purchased at any home depot store, I saw it in The Dollar Store and it struck me like a bolt of lightning.
$2 vs The value of a life.

Life is Sacred and Love with Mercy is Sacred.

Why doesn’t everyone have one? It’s called price point and you must learn it.

You can buy one at 50% off and afford it. Wait for the sale at Canadian Tire if you are in Canada.

Are you listening Corporate or are you still not listening?
Every day is Black Friday and every day is a shopping frenzy.

The only reason, and I am not joking about it, that China
kicks North America’s ass economically, is that they use
what I have termed, “volume of consumers”. Because
they are totalitarian and can set the price point, they
dominate economically and that is the only reason that
people buy their dangerous junk and computer memory
that is made to have a short life span so that you will
buy more. It’s breaks down, you go to Walmart and buy
another piece of junk.

Corporate, don’t be stupid. Look at this coffee machine
on sale at Canadian Tire at the right price point.

There is no reason at all for North America and Western
Culture not to be richer than Dubai. There is absolutely
no reason at all.

But there’s more and you must now understand the nature of the greater problem, not just the fire breathing dragon of China.

The cult woman at the stronghold I am controlled from likes her fluffy and comfortable bed with sheets and comforter all over the place as many people do. She’s a labelling nut. She just “loves” her labeller. “Everything” is labelled. I unplugged one of the Apple adapters for the iPhone in the kitchen and grabbed hers by mistake. I hadn’t noticed the label yet. I was working on the computer in the back room that she never uses except for taxes and I smelled the distinct odor of burning plastic. I’m technical, so I realized what was happening immediately and unplugged the adapter. It was hot. And it had her name on it. She had labelled it.
Are you awake yet?
This happened during the day, thank Yahavah.
Because she keeps the think plugged in at night around those
loose floppy combustable sheets and comforter.
Immediately I told her it must go in the garbage, it is dangerous, it is not useable. She did’t want to throw it away.
Are you with me?
So, we have only one adapter in the house that we share and
in the wall near her bed with the floppy sheets is the ugly yellow
$2, 3 prong adapter, you can’t see it. I insisted she use it.
You don’t know about evil do you really? Well, November 13, 2015
I saw evil, The Paris attacks and people blown up by satanized assholes who thought it was funny and fun to watch on TV.
Anyone without The Sacred Spirit can be used by Satan at any time, you have waited too long to dissolve Watch Tower and now the woman is fully Satanized. I’m in a critical life threating situation, she has called the police 3 times and had me put in a mental ward in the hospital where I was injected and raped. The second time told me everything. She came into the living room, and sat down on a decorative chair where she doesn’t usually sit. It was the surreal thing happening again. Almost no time passed and there were police at the door, always two cruisers full. I am like a dove. I am not violent. And yet they are going to take me down. They put the cuffs on me, square cut cuffs so that no matter how loose they are, when they are behind your back in the back of a fake cruiser or a cruiser with satanized cops, they leave pronounced marks across your wrists. I am in pain. I am pleading with the officers to please loosen the handcuffs. They are looking towards each other and laughing about something like I do not exist. Then at the hospital, just before the Doctor arrives, one of them comes over and undoes the handcuff attached to the bed they cuffed me to. I am injected, I don’t know how long I am out, they always ask me when I come out of it, “Do you know what day is it?” The calendar is out of view in the nursing station, there is no way to find out what day it is. They keep asking relentlessly, have you had any thoughts of harming yourself? Do you feel like hurting yourself, because of those welts on my wrist. I asked my sister Denise to take a picture of my wrists when she came to visit. No locks on the doors, I complained about no locks on the shower doors during my first entrapment (which was surreal) because it is a coed mental ward.
I get out of the shower and am not facing the door. Two men open the door and are laughing maniacly. There’s a woman in the center of the main hallway strapped into what looks like a high chair, I am not lying, exactly like a high chair. Her loud cries can be heard everywhere in the ward, “get out! get out! No one understands why she is crying out like that. she is being treated like a baby. I am helpless to help her. It is late at night, around 11pm and I notice an orderly entering her room, not a nurse, a male orderly. There is nothing I can do but know what is happening.
A group of men are in the TV room watching something, I am at the doorway and wondering what is on. They are all silent and not speaking and not looking away. They are intently watching the TV, subscription TV, and a woman is being raped on TV. I am in fear for my life and head back to my room and there is a weird man in the hallway. I go into my room without the lock on the door and pray.
The next day I need to have a bowel movement, the washroom also has no lock on the door and someone starts opening the door. I tell them to get out, I’m using the washroom.

I told the psychiatrist assigned to me about these these things, he is cool and calm and has the “oh really?” attitude. I have also emailed the hospital from outside the hospital when I was released and told about these things. Some shower door had locks, some had locks that were broken.

This is my life and I can not take any more physically. I have Willis
Eckbom disease and the one month dosage keeps me awake all night as it aggravates my Willis Eckbom disease and my legs will not stop jumping. One time I was awake for almost a month. It was torture I can’t describe a surreal endless nightmare is my life and you think there is nothing wrong with Watch Tower and Jehovah’s Witnesses who practice their tough love, not even believing I am a woman born with a birth defect, Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia (CAH) a known disorder. They don’t believe in it. To them it is impossible. So I am just an unrepentent sinner and they will continue to do tough love and try to get me to repent for the way I was born.

Here was the last entrapment, read it, and if you don’t believe evil was done to me and you don’t believe me then YOU are evil and satanized too.

I know I was raped because my neo vagina was just healing from the second time I was entrapped and now it is leaking again from being broken open again while I was unconcious.

If I am injected again, I will die. I am now too weak to handle being up for even a few days, let alone a month.

I had two phones in my pocket, I was working on Aria mentioned in my previous posts. They ask me for my phone at the hospital. I hand them one phone.

My roommate who was part of another cult working with this one, The Cult of JHOH Religion, keeps saying, “you’re a baby”, whenever she is not happy with something, anything in the minutia of life living with a bipolar roomate who is satanized.

What was set up and intended for me. A jolly jumper. The door handle has a towel tied to it.

At 10pm the black male nurse wants to move me to a new room, I notice my dead name on the wall at the new room, it looks like Satanic writing. I go back to my aweful room, but it least it has my name written on the board on the wall. Tiffany McTaggart .

Read about Jehovah’s Witnesses “tough love”. In the Bible definition of love, “tough” is not one of the things it is.
https://meshikhi.org/tough-love-according-to-jehovahs-witnesses/

Jehovah’s Witnesses, The Adams Family and Nightmare on Elm Street combined

My indoctrination into Jehovah’s Witnesses

My first entrapment

How my experience ended up