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Date: December 2023 Author: John E. Parfitt About the author: Perhaps the world's most technologically advanced human being, Master P brings to the paper some incredible memories that include angelic assistance, manifestations and some interesting esoteric occurrences and signs. Some names have been changed to respect the experience and the innocent. This one mans quest to protect and serve those he loves results in a total hostile takeover of his family and their salsa company. Special thanks to everyone involved. The level of talent and thoughts revealed has been inspiring and motivating. Needless to say, we (Americans) have to get real and act fast! No more pretending that we are gonna be okay. We are being infiltrated at the top and many cities with some of their facilities of all types and styles, definitely seeing the installation and use of some alleged d.e.w. in walls, green slim in the ground next to the Wenatchee Washington sign by a man under a bogus name of Jack Cole., the alleged installer of radiation poison. Angry energy hit me like a wall of bricks when I called this man, Bartholomew Ferguson, out and he began his tail tucked run! What can we do? Believe it, avoid it become educated about it's risks, and share the real important part with everyone. Evacuate, by law, an area of 10 miles and keep community watch groups actively inspecting and protecting new developments with new testing standards for those facilities. I hope you have benefitted by this intell and that which will follow. Thanks again for your valuable time and forward actions that may occur from your mellon. Forever I am ours Jesus, J. Parfitt. Non-fiction Reviews of "W. O. M. S." Incredible, soul aligning, suspense packed stream of amazing twists and nail biting turns at such a sensitive time of public concern and safety. Alive and well, suited to share and improve your personal survival rate, I proudly offer you bravest, my best, mind bending and seriously patriotic responses to so much homicide energy.. Take mental notes on this educational and powerful homegrown masterpiece of writing! Please explore the experiences with me with sincere love from above watch your own understanding expand. Believers from all walks will be wiser from this powerful well delivered details by the one and only, John Parfitt. May the forces be with you!!!! Chapter One: Purifying Empty Mudpuddles. Seeking deeper reasons for existence, and applying my wisdom from the recent events learned here should ignite your desire for safety. My goals to live harmoniously together as one people of earth, otherwise called, "custom enhanced beings" Our wide variety of creative expressions can make it off track at times, I regret even having known one of those active cannibals. Next in my order of priority is our main character, me John. A small town, average acting, fifty-one year old male. This completely heterosexual, sibling of seven, and sometimes ascending survivor is pretty much the "light worker" person of the millennia! Our rising Schuman resonance, intervention by angels and expanded knowledge of akashic principles, strongly guides my daily thoughts and improves my "spiritual stamina" immensely. Acceptance of the many supernatural gifts and amazing events is a challenge to manage as well. The love that God has expressed to me, was overwhelming at times, but it's love beyond all measure recipicated ten fold when I can! In this portion of your my story I wanna provide the back story on our manevolent character(s), with what knowledge I've been allowed to witness the details on 10 of the most cunning and misleading beings that live ever came across. Here's my take on my girlfriend Stacy, her son, my bosses' secretary Lisa & Raymond, the alleged primary blood drinker and "people pancake" maker - David Martin, and Larry with Terri and Mike, Ron the boss, his friend Ed and his girl Masha, and 6 more quite possibly that lived next dooor and helped with the extractions and homicide location. It was in December of 2020 when Stacy gladly brought to our area a plate with a normal looking pancake on it, but normal, it was not... She was quick to claim that those red chunks of something, so putrid tasting in the pancake, were just rotten strawberry's. I tried to call 911, and they only laughed with severe doubt. That only took a week to leave my pallet and return to normal. Around the start of his tenancy at the house, I saw the unusual placement of 3 home aide wooden bike jumps, that I believe doubled as creud gullitenes, which I rapidly destroyed after seeing the potential human blood- stuffed in a higher concentration around the center of the cut edge part. One key factor for my assessment of such was the intense angle on the end of the three quarter inch thick plywood board, and the fact that the jumps in grass and the rider, assumedly, rides a huge mountain bike, that not one person would actually use to jump with, nor would the jumps even work because of the way they were laid there, well they were all too close to each other. Next item of concern came in on the kitchen counter one morning a short time after I had spoken to a peace officer/classmate named David Chaney. This freshly prepared pot of bean soup, dotted by some highly odd looking bones and meat, umcooked.amd un-butxher like looking, were not like anything I've ever seen before... I proceeded to photograph everything since nobody was present, and posted them long ago on social media. it looks like one of them is a human calcaneus cut off, and I only assume its of that Camas contactee by sheer timing of our meeting, the content of our conversation, and also the extreme anti-peace officer attitude that I witnessed from Mr. Martin, in general. Around these times the signs were clear and obvious that activities in the attic space were occurring as well. Three times, something had landed on the ceiling above us like a cell phone, for example that was dropped accidentally by someone. Sure enough, I confirmed it with Stacy and called for help to see what the mystery noise was. Meanwhile, my own efforts to inspect that space was blocked access to, by David and his sharp samurai sword. Serious "block me" energy arose from my attempts to see what's in there and the destroying of his bedroom door didn't help much either... .David Chaney would have been instrumental and critical to uncovering all those "terrorists'," but now God rest his soul. Lastly, it's my educated guess that Mr. Chaney is the winner of someone's "look-a-like contest" and strictly acting his life out somehow, I fear for various reasons.