Copper Chronicles

My chronicle has been a harrowing tale of life and death, tragedy and mischief. Readers may not know which part is fictional and which part (if any) is a real story. That’s a truth about great stories, it’s usually the true ones we remember.

True stories, great tales help us reach beyond, outside, above, even inside occasionally to see our best selves. We try to cheer on the hero, or lament the injustice of the oppressed. We identify with the challenges, struggles and frustrations of our fellow human beings.

Great tales touch as at our deepest fears and inspire us to our highest good. They contain the whole nitty-gritty of human experience. And the heroine, if there is one, wins. At least in my story she does.

I am not bragging my story is a great story, just that I know what a great story is because I have read some. The people in it make my heart beat. Their stories become my story when I run my race and don’t give up, like heroes do.

Victories in stories become our own- when we cheer along side characters to not quit against formidable odds. Impossibilities- really. A hero is the one who doesn’t quit in the face of the impossible. When there is no hope, a hero says- yes, there is.

“There is always hope,” says Samwise Gamgee in the film, Lord of the Rings, right after being saved from the dripping jaws of a devouring beast. Or was it Aragorn? The warrior who sees a handful of rag tag soldiers, brimming with fear and bumbling in their gear- the howling wolves of Mordor raging at their door?

Even if your hanging on by a thread, you believe it. Something inside says darkness cannot win. Evil cannot reign unchecked. Even in the impossible labyrinth which is the modern technological world, where who knows What? or Who? is behind the scenes waging war, we can have hope.

There are beasts, there is darkness, deep and horrifying where such things dwell. There is hate that will eat us alive and drag our souls to the pit of hell, if we let it. But, there also is a God Who says: “Call on me and I will show you great and mighty things that you do not know.” (Jeremiah 33:3).

He’s cheering us on. He’s ten steps ahead of the monsters, the destroyers, the profane and hateful ones who deny Him. Jesus is roaring like a lion. And, He is not afraid. And, He lives in me. Nothing can stop me now!

The last nine years of my life have been sort of “Jen Olympics.” Covid experience peaked my already crisis-like existence. I watched my fellow human beings willingly obey tyranny that culminated in millions losing jobs and homes during stringent shut-down orders. Millions were put at risk of side effects- forced to take a “medical treatment” that didn’t do much.

Fresh air and sunshine were a natural antidote to the virus. But, we were forced to stay in closed and close spaces with others with masks on. I am not a medical professional. But, I know bull-sh** when I see it. BS here defined as “things that don’t make sense.”

Chicago Medical Research Center claimed the most affected groups were low vitamin D peoples: elderly who were institutionalized, so no sun exposure; African Americans perhaps due to skin not absorbing Sun rays or living in confined, urban spaces🤔. Alaskan people (who also have dark skin plus low sunlight.)

But, as Peter McCullough noted, the naughty critic of the Washington D.C. Medical Establishment observed, the plan for fighting the virus was vaccine-only. {Breathe…}

Since when is putting all our eggs in one basket – one that is an untried, medical treatment– ever a solution to a health crisis??

Other countries had multiple ways of ordering their health regime with varying effectiveness. And, better than ours. Our nation outlawed Ivermectin, which was listed on the WHO website as the safest drug, most commonly used- globally- to fight infections and parasites, with little to no side effects. And, very low cost.

Yes. Bullsh** there is afoot. The Covid experience was obedience training for the globalists “one world” agenda.

The reason I use that language is because Klaus Schwab, the maniac who foresaw one day us all wearing a ‘Helmut’ of technology so we could all be ‘one mind,’ used similar language. Or, maybe it was the so-called “Prophet”? Obama’s playmate in delusional fantasy of ruling the whole world?

Anyway, globalists like them said how great the opportunity Covid was to try out our global health agenda. In not too cleverly couched terms…

It’s great we can see their agenda clearly now…us being locked in our houses. Some crying out to the great god of the state, (God spelled with little “g” is the pretender gods of our imagination.) Others cried out to the Almighty God, the real One.

Globalists suggested by their plan, we just need drug companies to use the whole population as experimental fodder. So, Big Pharma can line their pockets and kill or injure 9-21% of people who take their pills. (Nine to 21% was an error rate, I read, for drugs).

So, out of 200 million Americans vaccinated, 18-42 million adversely affected maybe dead is fine. This is the globalist agenda! You being tragically misinformed, possibly dying for no reason. This is “Progress.”

No wonder the wild man in Washington is pissed and destroying the place with a wrecking ball! We human beings have a right to live.

Do people believe in the Right to Life, at all, anymore? Or, should we just forget Nuremberg ever happened, and let the State do what it wants for the greater good of humanity??

I guess one way to distract people from the truth about actual Fascism is to constantly claim that the current President is the fascist. 🤔 Nothing wrong with the Washington D.C. Establishment that is owned by Big Pharma, it’s media says…It’s that fascist and the unwashed masses of Walmart shoppers responsible for all our problems!

All the while, the actual problem IS: an ugly effort by powerful people to dominate the globe because of their money, power, and vanity that is perverse beyond description.

Heaven on earth is coming. But, only after this decades long regime ruling Washington D.C. receives justice.

We can breath fresh air again, eat real food, not be bombing the world. And, not being experimental fodder, treated like animals, by people who clearly hate humanity.

Mischievous is not a word I hear often used. It suggests playfulness and naughtiness. Perhaps it’s the infant of ‘Machiavellian’ which has broader recognition and scope.

Welding power with great cunning and sinister motives, may describe say, secret societies whose emblems peer at us on all our money. A foolish rebel against all sense is the character of this story. So, a ‘micro -player’ in the realm of dark deeds. But, deceptive and alluring most certainly they are.

Anyone who has been lied to, betrayed, and humiliated for no recognizable reason, knows such things exist. Flattery it part of the fools arsenal of tools, to lead the unsuspecting down the faux-gold path.

And, fools are what they are. A ‘fool’ is another word that seems to have dropped from common use. We use moron now. Someone of puny intellect, or non-existent one. A drone who follows along with any dumb thing to their own peril and others.

Halloween is a celebration of fools, that is, historically, a night when those who did not fear God undercover of darkness, haunted their neighbors with tricks, traps, and illusions. Witches, ghouls, and blood sucking vampires – characters in costume kind of like politicians the last thirty years- parade about as if there is no God.

There is that John Kerry, for example, speaking of ghouls, who insisted with almost irate and bloodthirsty passion, “We must remove all restrictions on abortion!!”

Really? Was that any voters’ moral imperative in that decade’s election?? And, empire- building- wars that keep the one percent’s money flowing?? More blood. What American tax payer voted for Renewing the ancient practice of witches, ghouls, and secret societies? And, Aztecs and Vampires, and Vikings..all bloodthirsty peoples.

Ghouls there are. Secret societies, too. These are not make believe things originated in the minds of Hollywood executives.

These creatures of night have been here long before Hollywood shows ‘normalized’ them in our culture. They have haunted me all my life. There’s one here now upstairs where I live, I call her “Mistress of Mischief. “

She coos and caresses my spellbound neighbor by night- who acts like a cat. Not like a man. He looks like a puppet- glazed over- speaking and acting like a Pinocchio doll. This creature is cleverly disguised as a loving, compassionate, Catholic woman who attends Mass every morning.

They play there parts well, dramatically changing roles from one to another. They dress as executives, world leaders, husbands, and priests. And, work night and day to achieve their “New World Global Order.”

Fools who imagine there is no God. We’ll See.

A not very useful thing I learned growing up at my house was playing with witches. There was a hall in the house where I ‘grew up’ for lack of a better word.

In the front hall, there was what looked like a dark cave. It was an empty closet space where my mother sat me, from whence came the board game: “Which Witch is Which?”

I didn’t care about witches or figuring out the game. Ever. I didn’t like it. It was creepy and I was supposed to enjoy it??

Who decides witches are appropriate playmates for children? I was very small. So much so I remember the dark hallway looking ten feet tall. The dark cave is where a character in my story, “Spooky the Ghost” came from.

Spooky was a newbie ghost, a non- gendered character looking to fulfill its ‘raison d’etre.’ Purpose. Fulfill its inner ghost urges, I guess. He haunted and chased things. He was awful cute in appearance. But, he was naughty.

Spooky, the Ghost was a real being in my childhood. Not a two-dimensional depiction on paper. It had energy. Presence. Children don’t feel fear from two-dimensional depictions in cartoons that don’t exist in reality.

Presence. That is the correct word.

Spooky’s presence brought fear. I felt like the ghost was calling me forth to do something bad. Something I didn’t want to do. He was haunting me into joining the ‘fun.’ Like peer pressure teenagers experience. Be one of us! This is cool!

This is why playing with witches is dangerous. This also explains why one day a few years later, I chased my brother with a knife. My brother was a taunter and bothered me. I was about four maybe? I don’t remember knowing the word “knife.” Or, how I got it.

I was a small child. So, reaching the kitchen drawer and pulling out a knife seems difficult to believe. Certainly, I didn’t say to myself (because I had almost no words, I barely spoke the first 40 years of me life); Hmmm…my brother is really getting on my nerves. I think I’ll get a knife from the kitchen drawer and chase him with it like a little savage. No such thing occurred.

That was Spooky, who chased and terrorized people, acting on my barely conscious being- urging me to do it’s bidding. Perhaps.

Witches don’t exist, one may say to try to discredit my claim. Or, denounce there is no other world but what we see with our natural eyes. No Spirit world.

There are people who proudly claim to be descendents of witches. That explains my ex-husband’s behavior. Smoke and mirrors man. Handsome, charming, generous, dutiful, devoted man one moment- gaslighting, treacherous creep the next.

Will the real Bill Richardson of Old Wendell Road please stand up? I don’t know whether such a person really exists. A spirit exists. A “tricky” one, warned a kind neighbor who noticed me approaching the danger. That’s where my hens lived.

The spirit masquerading as Bill Richardson was mean to my hens. What kind of human being can hate a hen?

Anyhow, Witches are in every genre of entertainment: Hollywood, Disney, Childrens Toy Industry, Harry Potter. They are tricky. Their job is to masquerade reality, entertain and charm us! Give us gifts when we obey. Flatter us into believing we are all descendents of the gods: we can do whatever we want!

They encourage us to do things we don’t want to. (Or, maybe we do want to do.) And, gaslight and terrorized us when we don’t.

I decided to put on new spin on Halloween. It’s a trick the Lord taught me: use experiences that are horrible and vile and turn them into Something Good.

I have a New Game Planned. It’s called: Out the Creeps!

My hen, Rocky, was a prize fighter in the hen pen dust bowl. I organized a pen for my four hens last year- under, around, and next to – a large hemlock tree where I lived on Old Wendell Road in Northfield, Massachusetts.

I never learned much at home growing up, or did projects like that. I did learn, however, that daffodils are quite beautiful in the spring. I remember one day sitting in warm grass as a tiny child, next to a rock wall border that surrounded a bed, where my mother’s dogwood tree grew.

The dogwood tree had graceful limbs which reached pleasantly to the sky- like a work of art 🤔 Or, those Chinese style, two dimensional-looking paintings that Van Gogh styled his dogwood tree painting after.

What I saw that day was was more beautiful than Von Gogh’s dogwood blossoms. If one can believe such a thing is possible.

I was a tiny child, probably a baby who could barely walk. The light around me glowed with peachy-rose colored, speckled light. Green grass glimmered like an emerald -only felt warm and soft like a luxurious carpet.

The sun, radiating brilliant light and warmth- felt life-giving. Nourishing, like an awesomely powerful yet gentle benefactor. I was shielded too, from it’s piercing and powerful rays by lovely blossoms of my mother’s dogwood tree.

That was not to be a long-lived experienced for their seemed to be a war in the outside world around me. I have been terrified a large part of my adult life by it.

It’s hard to see and explain, how war can be invisible yet raging beneath the surface of our own beings, and our pretensions- as well as beyond what we see as the facade of reality we experience in our daily life.

Its full of pain, the war I am experiencing. It rages, it flails, it wants to do anything to escape its fate. Like a giant, powerful monster wanting to escape. But can’t. The monster is not me (I don’t think). Literally.

It’s as though the universe is ripping apart because warring realms can no longer coexist. (The realm of light I experienced as a child and the realm of this mad modern world).

I feel like I am being ripped apart, too. Like someone is tearing me out of my old existence, my old self. And, bringing me to the realm to come. The one that is winning the war- the one from whence comes Van Gogh’s dogwood blossoms! It’s a realm of light. It’s very beautiful!

Yesterday, I mentioned love being dirty meaning – it emerges in ways that are not by any means glamorous, grand, or important. Or, clean and neat. But, love gets dirty I mean to say. It does the work of reaching into this often horrifying, painful and ugly existence to free us from its corruption.

I think things are about to get dirty!

Camping, I experienced much there is to know about life and myself in a very short time. When I moved from the East Coast near Boston to western Massachusetts, I was alarmed not to have Dunking Donuts on every corner. In the wilderness, it took me 5 hours to make coffee.

Collect wood, unwind, breathe the fresh air, and face your demons is lots to manage on my first trip. After 5 hours, I had my coffee. Talk about “Delaying Gratification.”

Then, I realized fresh water is great! And, a walk about seeing nature that occurred to me while collecting firewood.

The River flooded broken, dried debris in a great pile in a low spot near my camp. I guess floods are good sometimes. Having wood supplied from what I perceived as a merciful God, makes facing my demons at night easier.

Demons may meddle endlessly if you let them. Torturing, tormenting, dragging you through past experiences which you’d like to escape. But, can’t. At least me.

People say it is our “Conscience” that is bothering us, that it is Love itself calling to us to repent. Maybe ‘demons’ is too strong a word for our current culture to see or accept?

But, after Mommy Dearest, Hollywood, Halloween, Salem Massachusetts’ celebration of ghouls and horror, I am convinced there is such a thing.

Why would human beings conjure such things? There is no logical reason for them. Harm? Horror, terror? Fairy tales about women cooking naughty children in the woods?

It’s good to have coffee again. It’s my cup of sanity in such a world. Even if it takes five hours to make it. Day 2 it only took 45 minutes😀

It’s hard to know who is reliable in a world that views most media as not full of nonsense. It’s nonsense. It’s deliberate nonsense. Otherwise, they’d report stories like, “Pzizer experimental drugs responsible for 40 million premature deaths.”

We’d all know whether the lab concoctions that scientists make are detrimental to our health, and which ones if any are not. As it is, the FDA the last twenty years or more have shovelled passed all kinds of faux food products and chemicals called: Xylinishi*Ta. What language is that?

i can’t produce oogsubat*Yi and sell it on the side of the road. Apparently, we’ve been so long sedated by chemical concoctions; scrubbing ourselves with them; lavishing our homes with them their smelly, aerosol scents.

There’s a solution in the old days to home untidiness and resulting stench called: “Clean your house. Keep it clean.” It won’t then smell. Ask your grandmother.

Body odor? Bathe. Laundry chemicals, good grief you’d think we’ve been living through a plague epidemic nearly all our lives. Boy, if you don’t scrub all your clothes every inch, every day in POWERFUL DETERGENT, well you are not fit to live in this world.

It’s like the Mommy Dearest movie when the psychotic mother says: “Hold your water” and deprives her child of necessary body functions. The human body’s necessary functions were viewed as filthy. So, the child must be punished.

It was some sick movie Hollywood produced I watched which made no sense. And, certainly should never watched in the first place as a child. Not sure the name.

Are humans beings filthy and disgusting and require toxic treatments to cleanse them. Hitler was a psychopath obsessed with cleaning things, too.

Kinda wonder, do we have any allies left? Or, are they all dying prematurely by chemical poisoning of one kind of another? Clearly, we have an Adversary.