Conclusion of "O C0mm0n Live a Little"

Conclusion of "O C0mm0n Live a Little"

So the point is that at the tender young age of 14 a group of people decided to pull the plug on good ol Honeybear hear. If you read my testimony pages at www.wolm.info (testimony page and Not my Boo) you will see that someones been plotting against me. (In addition to the stories at The Buzz). One person started one lie then lie upon lie built up. Why you say? The culprit is old faithfull... The root of all evil - "The love of money."

They smile in yo face, they wanna take your place

The love of money is the root of all evil.

Back Stabbers ...For the love of money!

That's fun to people who are deadheads. Its the essence of their exsistance. For their leader "the devil comes to steal and to kill and to destroy."

None the less more freaky stuff continued to happen. At one point I was feeling droggy and head achie again so much so that I couldn't think properly and had to break down and call my mother over to cook. I couldn't remember how! My brother and I were talking and some type of spirit jumped on my head I screamed and knocked it off, it then landed on my brother, then suddenly we were both taken some where by some people in blue work suits. When they brought me back I couldn't do anything but sit there in pain speaking in tounges praying saying Lord help me Lord have mercy in my mind. When I finally came to apparently I had been in hell and a man with blond hair pulled me out. On another night I was sleeping soundly when I felt someone pull up my nightgown. the unknown individual attempted to put a tracking device in my behind (seriously). I jumped up knocked him on the head screaming and yelling I ran in the kitched and got a knife meanwhile Danny and my brother ran in and knocked him around I came back with the knife and started to cut his throat. We called the police but... well you know how that is.

Then boom things were back to the way they were. I had missed 1 week of summer school. I had to go because I'd have to many classes to take in 4 years due to the arts program. My brother dropped me off at school with a friend he said "now show me what's hugging. Is that all... good. Be safe." And you guessed I had no memory of what happened until now october 2005. In fact I couldn't remember anyone named Daniel.

As time went on...

I would have sever headaches in high school even having my head swelling. Had no idea why. Everything was ho hum blaze blah. I then went of to college had fun there nothing spectacular. I came home joined a church that members of a community choir started. Had the experiences and then some mentioned on my testimony pages. At around 29 years old I went into a recording studio with the gospel ensemble that I was singing with. A man with blonde hair walked in and said I want this one while reaching for me. So then we chatted I explained that i'm a muscian I could help with the sound board and mixing if necessary. He said "What if I told you that you can do anything in the world you want to do party be wild go out with guys girls whatever." I responded well um I like sexy men like you. Anyway lets get to business." "Oh that's great well do you like sex" he said while winking his eye. Since the eye thing was going on I thought it was a joke and said yes. The next thing you know we were doing "it" okay. I couldn't do anything but laugh and ask God to forgive me. Mind you my then estranged 2nd husband was standing in the sound both. Then it appeared he was a corpse or something I started to scream then some how someone tried to take me out of my body I popped back in. Afterward he said "Now you can have all the studio time you want." Trust me I was well covered up I had on stockings, Victoria's Secrect spandex girdles and spandex underpants the whole 9 yards. I'm just as amazed as you are at how fast he worked. None the less we then recorded the same songs again and some other songs. The next day he called me the sound guy did. And I couldn't remember a thing he was talking about didn't remember recording anything.. I was walkingaround with my new born singing I'm Danny baby I'm Danny baby I mean Daddy Baby. My then just came back husband number 2 (that I thought was husband number 1) said "you don't have to rub it in". "Rub what in?" I responded. Now that guy with the blonde hair was a Danny. Yikes.

While waiting to be seated at Picka Dilly Resturant in Pinellas Park, Florida, a man with blonde hair approached me " Hi do you remember me we used to date in high school." I responded "Sorry I don't recall." He said "are those my kids they look like me." My three year old said while giggling "Mommy we do look like him isn't that funny." And I said "Oh thats a compliment your a very handsome man surely some one as handsome as you are has children." Then he said "Honey come with me." I said "Uh I don't know I just met you I have my children with me." He reached out for me I started to scream. Some one else came up and said "just grab her and put her in the car." "I can't she'll scream." The other guy said "Oh-Oh lets go!" As my mother walked in. I was left sitting their astonished on the verge of screaming and crying. I excitedly said "Mother a man said he knew me and I can't remember!" Mom replied "Oh Jada get it together for the children." I said "Oh okay" and remembered it no more till recently.

When I and my children attempted to escape in 2002. I was detained by the police and taken to a mental health facility. They could not give me a good reason for being there. "They just asked me if I knew who the man with the blonde hair was. I said "no, but if I did I'd ask him if was taking the medication. It causes headaches and memory loss. They told me I had to take it in order to get out. I told them no way and that I was going to sue." They released me and that was that.

As you can see from my testimony pages that was a chore. The people that I was surronded with after I left college were there just to keep sending me mind blocking waves. To keep me from remembering incident that occured over just a semester of my life in 1986. I had to use the gift of prophesy to find out some of that stuff. Then to find out that it had to do with people that I have not seen since high school. Just wanting the money from the music, writings, and sermons they pulled from me. Then to find out its a money making venture associated with a world wide cult. That includes people in L.A. Usa, England, across the country and all over the world. Worst yet, when I entered the restroom at Disney World after my little tryst some "woman" says to me " hey kid what's a matta?" It ends up being the police officer that took my children from me just recently all the way in California (see L.A. Flaw in Follywood for details.) Speaking of Dinsney... So you ask...What happened to the job at Disney??? One day induring the spring of 1986 My aunt invited me over for an urgent matter. As soon as I walked in the door she handed me the phone and told me "now you tell those people that your not an actress and you don't want anything to do with that!" The woman on the other end asked me if I remembered anything and I said "no my aunt said I don't want anything to do with whatever you do." The person on the other end laughed and hung up. However, whether you choose to believe me or not they managed to pull scripts and scores from me. And to this day, continue to "consult" me telepathically. How do I know? I recognize my work. Don't just blame Disney. Remember there are a host of others and the U.S. AUTHORITIES HAVE BEEN NOTIFIED SO THIS WHOLE THING IS BEING AUTHOZIED AND SUPERVISED BY THE POWERS THAT BE, BE THAT AS IT MAY.

To further conclude, the guy who broke into the house attempting to sodomize me (an act that I have always avoided) and plug me with a device is some guy who claims to be a chicano gang member over hear in downtown LA. that has been giving me problems. It appears they probably thought we did something to Juana to replace her when all we did was put my proper name and alias on the contracts. (For the record Juana is me. It just a spanish name assigned to me from spanish class. We were taught to address people who aproach us speaking spanish with that type of response. Actually my name in spanish is Jedi.) The police officer that carried me home after Danny's wild graduation party was the same police officer that forced me into the mental health facilty in 2002.. All of these people have been plotting against me for the love of money. I'm just a good ol girl from the deep south trying to make a living with my God given gifts and talents which is also known as "The American Dream". (Yall need ta mind yall business.)

The Lord had to tell me about people trying to absorb people for their gifts and talents. The dead being disturbed in there graves for talents. And other horrid wretched things such as the gastly act of kidnapping my unborn offspring and plotting to have the ones that I did give birth to taken from me. Using me (while I sleep) and my offspring as muses without my permission, channeling us for books, songs, movies and sermons that we've created. All true events.

Grave robbers, zombies, goons, witches people prentending to be angels, fallen angels, demons, gremlins, vampires all the things found in fairy tales.

Forsaking paradise and wisdom. Forsaking c0mm0n $en$e and c0mm0n curtisies. Forsaking friends and family. Cheating, robbing and murdering on a mental health med high. For the Love of Money. The love of money is the root of all evil.

He loves me he loves me not. He...

P.s. I'm still stranded in L.A.

"Let our technological wit be matched by our mental and emotional maturity as individuals and as a society."

(Prophetess Jada Inez Jordan)