White cops use kid gloves on crazy negro — disaster; vast mind control operations exposed; a divine intervention

A lost wedding ring and heirloom is found, and a man asked me if I believe in angels. See below.

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….Naive white cops and firefighters

A comrade wrote me (edited): This is what happens to naïve white police officers and paramedics in Wisconsin:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YmVfr6bn-E

I really think that the one cop especially that turned and ran, wearing staff sergeant insignia, for God’s sake, SHOULD NOT have reacted that way. People might call me judgmental – BUT he had TRAINING, had SOME protection in the form of body armor, and HAD A PISTOL.

Was he AFRAID of seeming not “sensitive” enough when dealing with a negro??

These cops did NOT “take charge” due to PC or whatever, and innocent white people got killed, like that white firefighter, who was somebody’s husband and the father of three,  or hurt due to that.  This whole transaction in the video is a microcosm of what is wrong with America.

…..Mind control

This is just one page out of an whole website that seems to be truly superb:

http://www.chemtrailplanet.com/MCDB.htm

This pdf is highly accurate — I speak from my own experience — and I thank God (literally, not figurately) I had the strength to run away from home at age ten — and it all ended.

Chainless-Slaves-trauma-mind-control

Excerpt:

32 Raising a Child Subject
Parents, as well as other caregivers of a child are given instructions on how to raise the child to be dissociative. The parents are advised their child will have a successful future and so will they if they follow the instructions.

Spend 15 minutes/day teaching the child to write backwards to develop the brain’s flexibility.

Periods of prolonged isolation daily, such as dark closets, dark basements, the corners of dark rooms. During the prolonged isolation, the child cannot turn on the lights, go to the bathroom, and make noise or anything else. The child will learn to dissociate. The child is also trauma bonded to the abuser because each time the child is let out, they are grateful to the abuser.

The child can be drowned in a pool and then resuscitated–and the exact amount of time to keep the child under will be given. The child can be placed in a freezer, and again the exact amount of time can be given to the parent. The child is not to roam about the house freely. The adults’ area is offlimits. The child must move with permission.

Systematic punishment without provocation with the message–keep secrets. Hear no evil, see no evil, do no evil. This needs to be done several times a week to reinforce the codes of silence and the programming for silence.

A needle which is gripped halfway up is stuck into the child a quarter inch deep on the child’s muscles, buttocks or thigh to help continue dissociative behaviour. On special occasions (birthdays, holidays) the hands and feet which are most sensitive to pain are stuck. When the feet or hands are stuck, they will often stick the needles under the nails. The ears are also on occasion stuck with needles. It also conditions the child to obey the commands of their handlers, who will use needles to access the minds various personalities. Various spots on the body when stuck with needles along with certain codes become access points for specified alters.

Anytime a child argues, has a temper tantrum, or gets angry the child is to be punched. This is a quick trauma. It is to be followed with a lit cigarette applied to the child to burn the skin the moment the child becomes submissive. If a cigarette can’t be found, a stove top or some other hot item is to be used.  When the child is four years of age, they begin programming to burn themselves.

Anytime the child becomes wilful they are to have their mouth washed out with soap. The child should be made to chew off a piece and swallow the foam.

The child should be raped daily and tortured. This assists with sexual programming, and begins a reversal in the mind that pain is love, and pain is pleasure.

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I survived it, so I know others can.

…..divine aid

Though money is very, very tight, I scrounged up $20 and went to the local tavern — and am so glad I did. I ran into two great individuals, two brothers, from Iowa, burly working-class white guys of German and Czech heritage, a logger and a carpenter, and they ended up buying ME drinks and telling me their life story.

In fact, as often happens with me, within 45 seconds they were revealing vey private stuff about their lives: prison, alcoholism, and an amazing supernatural experience as well. 🙂

My grandmother, Elizabeth Angell Colwell (1892-1974), who was brilliant and an Ivy League graduate (Brown)…

….once looked very attentively at me the way women do — studying people  — and said to me: “You have minister’s hands.”

It was one of those things that stay with you, and you reflect upon.. “what grandma said to me one day.”

Thinking back, I pieced together that she had been a closet national socialist.

I knew that she loathed Franklin Roosevelt, and she had majored in German at Brown……

At five I had my weird experience with the lovingly framed Adolf Hitler stamp, and, looking back, I realized I was being nudged forward on my dharmic path by it.

(Your dharma — a Sanskrit word from the ancient Aryans who conquered India — is the specific tasks you agree with your loving, strict guardian angels to tackle and try to master before you reincarnate, challenges that will be placed in your life path and which you accept so you can grow, evolve, change and improve.)

Anyway, for those new readers who have not read this stamp incident, here it is. (Veteran readers can skip over it.)

*** At five I discover something unusual in grandma’s house

…..MY EERIE HITLER STAMP EXPERIENCE

I had the strangest experience at around age five when I first saw a picture of this man. I had discovered a framed stamp at my maternal grandfather’s and grandmother’s house on Snake Hill Road in Glocester, Rhode Island which displayed him as chancellor of the German Reich.

I found myself just staring at it in some strange feeling of connected-ness for 15 minutes until my father came upstairs, scolded me for ignoring him and confiscated the framed stamp, telling me Hitler was a “bad man, a very bad, bad man” (which is what Roosevelt had told American GIs such as my father).

Right after this, again at the age of five, I began studying my first foreign language, German, in great earnest, and was able to hold a little conversation a year later in German with a lady from Deutschland on a flight from Providence to Pittsburgh to see my great-grandmother, née Berlin, at her home in Greensburg, in western Pennsylvania, east of Pittsburgh.

It was one of those inexplicable occurrences — seemingly silly, a stamp with an unknown foreign leader impacting a mere five-year-old — a strange event….such as actually many people have, but they usually do not talk about it.

But such mysterious feelings mark the person.

I felt neither affection nor hatred for Hitler gazing at his visage, just distance, as if that man represented something somehow important but that had to stay firmly in the PAST someone perhaps to be inspired by, to be learned from, and then resolutely moved beyond.

For more on this, see

 

Why the Hitler-John de Nugent reincarnation nexus is important

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So anyway, back to these two guys at the tavern. They love Ontonagon,  Lake Superior, and the friendly “Yoopers,” and want to look at some inexpensive houses up here. (I am renting this one, furnished, for $350 a month. The house would sell for $17,500.)

Anyway, these are real Midwestern guys, masculine, with thick forearms and big chests, but not loutish, wary or confrontational as you might experience in a southern New England, New York or New Jersey bar.

They are friendly, respectful, good folks. The first thing the older brother, Rod, said to me, seeing my Marine Corps veteran cap, was “Thank you for your service. I was in the Navy myself.” (Turns out he was assigned to duties on the flight deck of the USS Saratoga aircraft carrier.)

1956-94 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Saratoga_%28CV-60%29

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Well, they seemed to feel a need to talk and soon they brought up the “Iluminati” and asked me if I believed in that.

Of course I do, and told them so, though I left out most of the ingredients (aliens and jews) in this famous, shocking and accurate cartoon for which an Israeli newspaper denounced me by name. https://johndenugent.com/if-reptilians-are-real-are-we-not-screwed-no-we-have-help-but-only-a-battle-for-hearts-and-minds-can-be-won/

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Well, as time went on I learned more and more about their working-class lives, and felt compassion for them. Nobody but us national socialists sticks up for these white working stiffs.

Cops and judges come down hard on them, the dad is an alcoholic, the mom “on pills,” and they grow up  (or sideways) to careen from booze, to drugs (meth, heroin, pain killers like Oxycontin), to jail or prison, to divorce…. to getting a vasectomy, THEN running into a really good, really nice-looking young woman who wanted kids…

It was the same back then, too… Hitler loved the humble, hard-working farmers and factory guys, he took real care of them, showed them respect, and they felt it.

Well, to end this, as usual, too long article 😉 , the younger brother told me his lost wedding ring story.

His mother had given him a very precious heirloom as his wedding ring. It had belonged to her fiancé, who tragically died before they could get married.

Broken-hearted, she had preserved the ring, and when she married, and then had her five boys, she gave it to this one son (the one who was telling me the story) when he got married.

Anyway, he was doing carpentry at a house in his native Iowa, and took off this beautiful wedding ring in the house to protect it.

He misplaced it.

He later saw his mother staring at his ringless finger. And felt terrible.

The ring had meant so much to his mom.

“So, anyway, John, I finished the job, but I never found the ring again.

I was driving down the road, and something made me turn in at this house. And there, shining in the sun in the grass of the front lawn, was the ring! I had not put it down on the lawn! I#d put it down in the house. But there it was!

So what do you think caused that, John?”

I said:

“Well, we all have guardian angels, just as in that movie “It’s a Wonderful Life,” and also ancestors and departed relatives watch over us. And they are assigned to us. And even if you’re no angel, if you are trying to be a good person, they will do these things that show you that you are loved and being watched over, seen… as you go through the ups and downs, and the harsh lessons, of your life. It means, my friend, you got an angel.”

He bought me another drink. 🙂

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 ……At Verdun Cemetery in 2004. 600,000 top-quality French and German men slaughtered each other here for their satanic Jew masters.

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Robin Phillips Europe’s finest wasted on the Tribe.

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John De Nugent Aufdeutsch Yes, and as I have written on my site, it was really all about the Central Powers in WWI losing, so Turkey would lose control of Palestine — to Britain — which would then hand it over (in 1947) to Rothschild’s lovely little project……

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John De Nugent Aufdeutsch Widescreen shot: Verdun Cemetery (one of several)

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John De Nugent Aufdeutsch The Ossuary at Verdun. Many, many bodies and body parts, blasted apart, could never be identified — no DNA tests back then.

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These young men could have all fathered kids and later been good grandpas.

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My great uncle Herbert Dodge was gassed in WWI and spoke with a horrible, croaking voice from it until the day he died. He bitterly said to me at age six his opinion of WWI: “Ah, yes, ‘the war to end all wars’……..”

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Kenny Rogers

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Dan Di Lorenzo Lord have mercy on them.

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John De Nugent Aufdeutsch  It is time, brothers, to end this hell.

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