This chapter is speaking of a particular part of my system that I call “the grid,” which I will explain as I write. But when I speak of “the grid” within my system, I am NOT speaking to the network that marks the boundaries of satanic systems that are spread across the earth (what Carolyn and I have referred to as “The Grid”… see: “Point Seven” of our book.) The “grid” that Dr. A programmed inside of me, and “The Grid” that covers the earth, are two completely different things.
Several years ago, in my journal, I wrote down every instance that I could remember of all the different houses I have lived in throughout my life, from birth into adulthood, including temporary housing due to homelessness for various reasons.
I counted 31, although I may be missing one or two. It’s just too much to keep up with….
But that wasn’t the amount of moves I’ve made. The amount of moves averaged about 30% more (give or take) than 31 houses, mostly due to homelessness while married to my first husband. The first couple of years or so that we were married, after residing in our own apartment for four months, we jostled around several times between my mother’s house and his parent’s house. Then we had a short stay at the house of one of his friend’s, before we finally settled (if you want to call it “settled”) in our own apartment once again for a year (or did the trailer house come before the apartment…? I can’t recall exactly) … before moving again.. then again… and then once more. Or was it twice more…?
There were so many moves, it’s confusing, and I’m not even sure if I have correctly documented the sequence of moves. It’s one of those things that is hard to keep up with, but since it’s over and done with, I don’t feel it matters so much if I give a precise and 100% correct narrative concerning each move. The point is, we moved. A lot.
And then, as an adult, after divorcing my first husband, I moved back to California for a few months, staying at the house of a “boyfriend” I had met online, and then moving into a hotel for a few weeks, before finally moving back to Texas, first back into my ex-husband’s home, and then into my own apartment.
(None of that was a great idea, by the way. I was very foolish to have been involved with all of that, and it’s not a decision that I’m proud of, and I hate even bringing it up. But as embarrassing as it is, it’s part of my life, so there it is….
It was also during a time where some of my programming was starting to break down, although I didn’t recognize that at the time, and I felt a strong and inexplicable urge to move back to California and reconnect with old places, where much of my programming as a child had taken place. But I didn’t realize that back then, of course.)
As a child, there was also a short period of time when we moved in with one of Mother’s friends because she had decided to leave Tom… only to move back in with Tom a few weeks later, after he came calling on Mother. So that was a “double move,” I guess you could call it, moving from one place, to another, then back to the first place again.
Once everything is added up, there are plenty of “double moves,” and throughout the years, especially as a child, I have gauged time not by the year or by the month, but by which house we lived in at that time.
No, we weren’t military, and we certainly weren’t missionaries… We just moved. A LOT.
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