Many of you have been very kind in mentioning Emma, so as we share this my children, I am moved to share with you how good God is when the sweetest little girl is absorbing all of the evil in this world from a regime in DC, their state police spies, those who deliberately antagonize and torment me in agents and contractors, to the aristocracy, to the hateful who steal God's Work here and call me a whore, to those who just lie to themselves in being rich and not donating so all of these massive waves of evil spiritual energy murder one of the most innocent of creatures God ever made in the role of a lamb of God like Joan of Arc.
Emma is unique in she never was aggressive toward anything. She had this soft little voice and would always talk to me. I always called her name with a goat sound to it in drawing it out, and she would respond to me as only she could.
I was very displeased in Emma got pregnant by accident in my buck got out and bred her. I know now that the kid she birthed was not part of the problem for her dying, but he was meant to keep a part of Emma here, as I do believe the soul of her is in heaven and I will have her to answer me again one day.
I had had a busy evening in planning future things, and I was speaking with TL on the phone. I always would go and check on Emma before I would go to bed. I would look at Sagittarius in the south sky and then have a talk with Emma as she could not get up anymore, but she would eat the feed I would put into her mouth and then give her a drink of water.
She ate well for Mom at her six feeding which was an energy mix Mom came up with in raw egg, sugar and milk. It was what kept Emma going really almost 2 weeks longer than she should have.
I want you to know, especially the heartless, who think they had no part in this, that Emma had a horrid bed sore on her ribs, almost egg size. It was through her hide, and to the ribs which I could see. Maggot had been in it to clean it out, and then the wound was disenfected and cleaned and it honestly was healing, but another was starting on her neck as like humans, animals can not be turned enough to stop the natural break down of tissues.
Her back right leg was tucking up under her, and it was why she no longer could stand.
Her eyes were sunken and they mattered. She could see light and would respond to the flashlight and talk to me, but as her bottom teeth began protruding more, she was in the process of dying.
I prayed to God as Mom and TL did, and have. I laid hands on. We did everything possible from every "expert" in antibiotics, selenium, calcium, vitamins, copper......nothing worked and the experts didn't know a damn thing.
My neighbor was even tending her in lifting her up nonstop when I was away.
It is about evil, satanic human minion sent evil. That is what did this to Emma, in evil aimed in volume at me for God working through me for this blog, and Emma like my dead ducks, my dead chickens, my dead cow, my dead calves, my dead cats, my dead puppy......oh yes, your murderous thoughts have been busy over the years as you sat in luxury or peering behind screens......as you even in your evil intentions of cursing me, destroyed the work of my gardens, all meant to produce a reservoir to keep Americans alive for what is ahead.
One of my children wrote to me about how cats like sitting by computers as they absorb evil. That is a perfect explanation in what this internet is as part of the demon machine. A cat being what it is in siphoning off those emotions and giving nothing back, is not like a dog in those energies would murder that animal.........yes it is slow murders goatikins too in Emma who was made for this sacrifice.
Emma had a blanket my Mom would put on her, and this night she had uncovered herself as she would, so I saw she was breathing and her wound was doing better. I moved around and decided to give her a drink as I held her head up to the bucket and she took a sip and then just went limp as she would do in just wanting to sleep.
So I laid her down, rubbed her head and she wiggled a bit as she does in being content and I saw how peaceful she was, as I moved her up a bit on an incline to make her more comfortable for her circulation.
I put some feed to her mouth, but she did not respond and I thought she was just going to sleep and Mom would see how she would do in the morning when she checked her.
I turned and walked to get my flashlight which was by that stanchion I built and featured here, and looked back to see how my little girl was doing, and at that point the Holy Ghost quietly moved me to check her as He knew what had happened.
I was surprised and had to uncover her and look as the blanket was not moving. I said, "Emma are you dead?", expecting an answer from her.
I know Emma waited for me to come out there, as women and apparently goats named Emma have some ability to not die until they get things worked out. Emma stayed around so I would be there, not for her, but for me as that is what she was about in taking care of me to her very end.
That part of selflessness is hard to deal with, as she should have let go a week ago when I told her too, but she stayed, as today Mom was finally ready for Emma to leave and having all her commission done my little girl left.
It was perfectly worked out by God and Emma. Perfectly peaceful and written like some Jane Austin tale, in giving her a last sip of water, her snuggling in contentedly as she wiggled under my stroking her head, and instead of drifting off to dreams, I hope Holy Angels gathered her to Heaven with Vashti and Ruby.
I will not be sentimental about this as I have tears from my Spriit about all of this. Emma deserves better than that in a reckoning. This is spiritual genocide, and I am now released from all sentimentalities in by the Name of the Lord, I am going to cut every last one who had a part in this off.
As John Wayne said in Big Jake to Richard Boone, 'Your fault. My fault. Nobody's fault. The first one to die is going to be you".
You horrid creatures in human skin were warned and you believed the satanic lie that you were not responsible or could not be touched. You are guilty now of death and there is only one thing which will answer for it. I do not work in the physical as that is where laws reside against such retaliation, and of course I would never be foolish enough to take the law into my own hands.
I will though come at you where you are unarmed and that is in Spirit by God. You just keep telling yourself that you are "god's own" and you just keep telling yourself that I am some mad woman, because we all know that I can do nothing as this is just the thing of movies and fiction.
Yes I am just a mad Prophetess and nothing will ever happen to you. You just keep telling yourself that. You tell your kindred and friends that as you have been discussing about all of this and reasoning why not to donate nor apologize. You just keep telling yourself that as obviously God is Love and I am just a helpless woman who could not move a mountain to bury you under in a prayer.
I know the numbers of you that believe and you were uneasy in thinking that staying away pardoned you from God's retribution, but Emma went through hell for five months. That is a debt and it brought death with no one intervening with good from your side.
It is always the problem in all of this that the time to save yourself is before the creature you murdered is in Heaven and God is deaf to you and only hearing that creatures pleas for "How long before I am avenged".
The Japanese in World War II, were heinous in torture. They used to make Americans hold rocks over their heads and as their arms gave out, they would prod them with bayonets and murder those who dropped the rock.
One American having enough of all of it told the Japanese commander, "You better hope I don't die, because I am going to come back and haunt you forever".
The commander had the sense to be terrified and stopped the torment.
Emma's sweet voice perhaps I pray now is a the voice of a lion roaring to God for Justice. I know I am motivated until every last one responsible, whether they believe it or not, has 1000 times worse in bed sores, and no one to do what I did in caring, so each of you are covered in your own shit and piss, as terrified you know there is nothing on the other side of this existence but your place cemented in Jesus Name to hell.
I will admit to something of an ability, a gift the Holy Ghost gave me, and it is this...........
I never had much of an ability to restore nor to raise from the dead, but I have a will which pulls down and destroys. God has blessed me to be most effective in that.
I am highly motivated now.
You are responsible for sending that evil which Emma absorbed from all of you.
"I will make your Louvre shake for those Paris balls".
You had your sport in the physical and now I will have mine in the Spiritual.
Lame Cherry
Yes what is it they say in mocking me........"Lame Cherry is all entertainment".
Yes it is all entertainment. The death of my Little Girl is all entertainment.
Your entertainment.
Let me entertain you some more.
agtG
