Ramblings of a Targeted Individual

This blog is a process of my exposing technological targeting...etc., while I'm figuring it out and still being targeted. So please excuse my mistakes and let the core of it reach your Heart. I hope it inspires you to do all that you can to help us regain our freedom - to help stop criminal use of technologies, pharmaceuticals, chemicals parasites...etc., which have been being used to target humanity, on levels that are truly holocaustal. Find more on www.targetedinamerica.com

Monday, December 18, 2017

Please print and pass out this paper

I've made a few more changes to this paper. Its been hard to put it all onto one page and word it correctly, while being tyargeted. But I hope it is good enough to help. Please let your Heart help us all through printing it and passing it out to people.

Calling All Hearts Paper

www.poeticpublications.com/callinghearts5.pdf

Give us STRENGTH, God...to find our way through bullets hidden in microwaves, and COURAGE, God...to make a STAND that saves our lives and FREEs our land.

Please Send Financial Help

I am sorry to have to ask, but I've been targeted, my work sabotaged and then trapped in a state of destitution, for so long that I am in deep need of financial help, in order to relieve some of my distress and continue surviving. Please let your Heart send what you can. It will be greatly appreciated.

Sharon R. Poet
PO Box 383
Mont Vernon, NH 03057
USA

Inconspicuous help can be sent through postal or cashiers checks as well as cash, if you are concerned about the possibility of being targeted for helping me. Sadly, this may still be a danger.

Some People Care

He looked down and asked,
"Are you God fearing?"
"No!" I quickly replied.
And I wonder if he was hearing
When I said that, "God is Love -
That God holds no fire or axe -
No vengeance, hate or shove..."
I drove away with a confident smirk.
Then birds gathered in the trees
As I talked back over the decades
To my Mom and I praying on our knees.
But they leaped into my wish for solitude,
With a song I was again forced to hear.
"I - DON'T - CARE," was way too rude!
I thank God that some people do -
That some can even care to care
For people like me and you.
God is Love. It's True.

Return the Constitution. . .

The freedom that we boast of
In the "good old USA"
Has been being
Secretly taken away.
Lets take it back -
Return the Constitution
To it's original track.
There are microwave weapons
Aimed at you and me
And people dieing for telling us
But we're too blind to see.
There's an evil darkness
Aiming for control
And we just accept it,
Because we don't know,
Eugenics didn't stop with
The Hitler we degrade
But the Truth is being buried
Deep inside our graves.
The freedom that we boast of
In the "good old USA"
Has been being
Secretly taken away.
Lets take it back -
Return the Constitution
To it's original track.

Light a Sorry Candle

Lets light a sorry candle
For every life broken
And for the gravest news
Still left unspoken;
For silence in the darkness
To finally be shattered
And all the closed Hearts
To realize what matters;
For leaders of every nation
To stand up for what’s right
And ban the lethal microwaves
So dark can turn to Light.
Lets Light a forgiving candle
Instead of placing blame
So puppets can learn lessons
And pride can replace shame.
Lets let it all be known
And shed a sorry tear,
So humanity can return
To Love again this year.

!? "Insane" ?!

I pray for a world of peace
Love for those who are in need
No one left alone to bleed
I dream. I dream. I dream.

Must be because I am insane.

I see rich people filled with greed
Stealing from those who are in need -
Controlling this crumbling country.
I see. I see. I see.

Must be because I am insane.

I see people fighting for their lives
Darkness turning day to night
People thinking its alright.
I cry. I cry. I cry.

Must be because I am insane.

I see ocults bleeding hearts and souls
Hiding things that we don't know
Evil aiming for control.
I know. I know. I know.

Must be because I am insane.

There are people trying to silence me
In a world that we think is free.
Things I wish I could not see.
I bleed. I bleed. I bleed.

Must be because I am insane.

I pray for a world of peace
Love for those who are in need
No one left alone to bleed
I dream. I dream. I dream.

Must be because I am insane.

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Monday, December 18, 2017

Please print and pass out this paper

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