If there’s an Illuminati way back in 2016, a famous journalist, who I will not name…believed I was his reincarnated dead wife. His wife’s name was Butter.
She was called that because she had beautiful light blond hair. Thick, gorgeous, straight blond hair.
She wore it in a bob. It was the late 1950’s/early 1960’s.
They were rich. He was. Jew. She was not.
They lived in North Carolina.
Their house was very nice.
Okay, but like this house, but slightly bigger and in a better neighborhood. And, of course, this house has been renovated.
His family owned a business. Textiles or…something. It wasn’t a big business, but it was very lucrative and they were a rich Jewish family. Yes, kind of like in Driving Miss Daisy.
A reader: OK she’s not making these things appear and I think people need to grow-up and realize that they’re dealing with like Elliott Roosevelt’s wife being sadistically attacked. So, if there’s an Illuminati, it’s like seeing behind closed doors. You wonder how they keep power how they gain power it’s probably in all of our music and it’s probably not really like mind control because this doesn’t seem like mind control, but it’s probably more like they’re labeled as the leader. 
So Daisy is like Daisy from the Great Gatsby. But then the entities attacking her are trying to subliminally message us into thinking that she’s stupid.
And then…she’s just there. I mean, I don’t feel a great need to think highly of that family the way that I do with the Kennedys. I think the Roosevelt’s just kind of speak for themselves, except they’re definitely in my line of vision psychically. Like, I definitely can recognize that they’re a big deal, but I’m not- But, I’m not feeling like I have to think that. It’s more just that like I can tell that’s what they are. So I feel kind of sad for them today, because I am definitely voting Democrat to kick them in the ass, because I’m sorry, but as far as I’m concerned, today they are Republicans, because of Bobby.
*later*
A female Republican lawmaker: I’m not sure…I like Bobby.
No, seriously.
Just keep that in mind.
A reader: What about the way he shares truth?
A female Republican lawmaker: I mean, that’s why we took him seriously at all.
A reader: He was daring.
A female Republican lawmaker: Yes.
That’s exactly what I mean.
*she shrugs*
A reader: Do you realize what you’re implying?
A female Republican lawmaker: Do you realize what you’re implying!?!
A reader: *thinks*
He-
*thinks*
He’s telling us the truth, but he’s not as innocent as he seems, himself?
A female Republican lawmaker: Yup.
What else?
A reader: *he thinks*
He’s…telling you things you aren’t taking seriously.
A Republican lawmaker: Well…-
*she thinks*
I do. I work with operatives…who…care.
We rescue some kids. Some are actually killed…- But, they’re being saved.
Yes.
I’m trying.
…Not everyone is.
My advice is to stop making assumptions and do your research. Read your election literature today, and…pray. Ask God to lead you.
Listen to Hardwired by Stephen Wilson Junior and Miranda Lambert.
The thing is…Lacey isn’t Butter. …At all.
Butter…is like Lucy. And Bill, actually.
She’s…-
She cheated on Chris. That woman.
She did.
And she broke Satan’s heart…
Because, she wanted to marry well. Butter was one of those lucky Americans who had a gorgeous house. With a white picket fence. But…with a one car garage. 2,100 sq feet.
Chris…grew-up rich. Like, 1940’s opera membership rich. That kind of real wealth.
She married him because he had money. ALL the kinds of money.
She liked to rock.
And he LOVED her. He was…obsessed with her.
Meanwhile…Lacey…was being comforted by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Yes, thee ghost of Scott Fitzgerald.
Chris…NEVER was recognized by the Loebs nor the Guggenheims. Scott was. Lacey could have married one of them.
Meanwhile this famous journalist was accidentally/intentionally channeling Michael Rockefeller’s ghost. And so…he ended-up accidentally…conjuring Lacey Banks.
Listen to “Don’t Do Me Like That” by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers.
She went to a book-signing. Thinking she was going to meet Micheal.
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