When I still lived down south, my best friend was Rose. At the time we moved north, Rose had just been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and oncologists had given her 6 months to live.
Rose was also in the process of selling her own home and moving.
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When the cabal murdered my husband John, I was too beat up to continue to fight on my own. I said to Jmmanuel "You need to bring me a friend, someone who will accept and understand what is being done to me."
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Rose and I had lost touch for 20+ years after we'd both moved. I assumed she'd died of the cancer. Yet that same night I'd asked Jmmanuel to bring me a friend, I came home to find a message on my answering machine - from ROSE! I was stunned.
I immediately phoned her back and the next day she'd drive north to my house to spend a few days with me so we could catch up and make up for lost time.
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I asked her "Rose, what the hell happened? I thought you were dead!"
"Well, she said. "I told the Lord I knew I was here on a mission but that I felt I hadn't completed that mission yet. I asked I be allowed to stay to finish it if that was his will."
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The next time Rose went to her oncologists, the numerous tumors in her lungs had completely disappeared. They couldn't find a single cancer cell present in her body. They declared Rose a "medical miracle" and the AMA used her as a case study.
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But Rose and I knew who had cured her cancer.
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As it turned out, being that friend to me was the part of Rose's mission she hadn't yet finished. We had two more years together until she passed away from a stroke.
Rose's case is far from an isolated one. Any time I've asked the Angelics (and especially Jmmanuel) for help with my own life-threatening health issues that have arisen as a result of my Milab abductions, they've never let me down.
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WARNING: GRAPHIC PHOTO AHEAD!
Just one example: I've contracted Necrotizing Fasciitis (Flesh eating disease) twice now. The odd thing about my case was both times it came from the interior, not the external means by which most people contract it.
No surprise to me given the deadly biowarfare agents we Milabs were injected with.
The card at left is from the Illuminati card game, showing this flesh eating bacteria unleashed on the masses was one of their heinous biowarfare creations.
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The first time I contracted NF a cyst about the size of a nickel ruptured in my thigh. Someone was looking out for me that day as my doctor could immediately see me and immediately diagnose me accurately. She phoned the hospital 2 hours south of me to alert them I was coming to the ER and what my condition was.
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By the time I reached that hospital I was on death's doorstep. I was that septic and the flesh eating bacteria had spread that quickly.
Walking into the ER was the last thing I remember doing for the next 4 days.
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I was rushed to surgery, where surgeons removed a major portion of my thigh. My wound measured 30" long x 2.5 inches deep x 3" wide.
The photo at left shows HALF of my wound.
By all rights, I should've lost my life or my leg at the very least because NF usually results in death and/or an amputation.
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I've lost a few friends to NF already.
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I was put in a medically induced coma for 3 days as NF is unbearably and excruciatingly painful, even if on heavy duty IV painkillers as I was.
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Just the bedside dressing changes alone would have me screaming in pain and begging the nurses to stop - until one of my surgeons saw it for himself and ordered my dressing changes be done only in the OR under general anesthesia.
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I had over 13 major surgeries and debridement's alone with this first bout of NF and was hospitalized for a month.
I was too out of it to even ask Jmmanuel and the Angelics for help with this first bout. Yet something amaazing happened during one of my surgeries, when I was back among the land of the living and aware of what was going on around me.
I was wheeled into the OR and as usual, it was full of members of the surgical team. I was flat on my back with my feet in the stirrups as usual when a male member of the surgical team positioned himself at the foot of the OR table.
I'm sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates for only one person had eyes like that and I'd recognize them anywhere. He had a surgical mask over his face but winked at me to let me know, yes it was him.
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Once I'd recognized him, he moved up next to my head, whispered "I'm always at your side", put a mask over my face and said "Night night Gracie." He was my anesthesiologist.
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This was significant because the Angelics had warned me the cabal would make another attempt on my life and were planning to tell my family I'd died on the table because the respirator had suddenly malfunctioned. Jmmanuel prevented that from happening
by making himself my anesthesiologist to protect me. He was present in every surgery I've had, 21 of them in the past five years.
Nor did he just appear in the OR. He'd come into my room to check on me.
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When I was coming out of the coma I saw demons at the foot of my bed. Now whether or not this was the product of drug-induced hallucinations or not I can't say...
But I remember screaming in my head "DEMONS JMMANUEL!" and at that moment he walked into my room, I saw the demons flee and he took my hand and said "It's ok Gracie, they're gone." No one but him called me Gracie at that time nor was a surgical mask hiding half of his face.
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The point is, you can ask Jmmanuel and the Angelics for help and they will respond as they did for Rose and I. Often in very miraculous ways.