The Sugar Magnolia Family Tree
A Strange Game Origin Story (part 2)
THE MATRIARCHY :
A commenter commented The Gumball Family Tree, my previous post, reminded her of a William Faulkner story.
Thank you, Petra...
Faulkner wrote,
“The past is never DEAD. It's not even PAST.
All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.
Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken.”
ROCK ON, BILLY F.
My goal is to illustrate NOT only my own FAMILY HISTORY, but in the process, ILLUMINATE :
HOW THE HELL WE GOT WHERE WE ARE TODAY.
All of us.
I keep conversating with people who seem SHOCKED and AWED at the current state of the WORLD.
Pointing endless fingers at OTHERS! The ELITE! The GOVERNMENT! The PHARMACEUTICALS! The MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX! The JEWS! The ILLUMINATI! The FREEMASONS! The BANKERS! The VATICAN! The DEMOCRATS! The REPUBLICANS! The WOKE! The UNAWAKE! The HEALTH CARE SYSTEM! The VAXXED!
THE SATANISTS! THE EVILDOERS! THE ENEMY!
WE WILL NOT COMPLY!
The problem is NOT simply that we will comply or NOT comply NOW, it’s that we’ve -
BEEN COMPLYING UP TO NOW. This is what we are dealing with today.
Okay, that wore me out...my pointy finger went limp...
I whisper...DREAM ON
Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone (or is it?...)
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way?
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay.
Unbelievably, Steven Tyler of Aerosmith wrote this song.
I would have sworn it was Led Zeppelin. Huh...
Matthew 12:45
“Then evil goes and brings with it seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they enter and dwell there with the person, and the last state of that person is worse than the first state. So also will it be with this evil generation.”
EVIL always needs an invitation. It can’t come in and dwell with us like a home invasion. Contrary to what we are indoctrinated with in HORROR MOVIES. Liars.
I AM NOT BLAMING THE VICTIM.
I AM SAYING THERE AREN’T AS MANY VICTIMS AS WE LIKE TO PRETEND.
I’m saying there’s a luxuriousness in surrendering responsibility to pretended victimhood. Like a warm bath.
My Maternal Grandmother was a real-life Indian Princess.
Her Father, my Great Grandfather.
He was born into a family of Chiefs and became a Governor of his tribe. The family had vast holdings of oil producing lands. My Grandmother grew up in a mansion with servants and was driven around in a chauffeured Rolls Royce.
She lived large, but learned almost nothing of a practical nature. How to cook or clean or look after herself.
SHE WAS A PRINCESS.
Then along came a BIG BLACK IRISH FREEMASON SPIDER and sat down beside her and it was all over but the ringing of the wedding bells. Though he was poor and she was rich, their love conquered all.
And the Big Black Irish Freemason Spider had a SISTER who was an EASTERN STAR.
So...The Big Black Irish Freemason Spider marries the Indian Princess and they live unhappily ever after. Because, you see, not so many years after the vows of Holy Matri-money were made, the Freemason Spider had sucked the Princess Theopal dry. Oh, My!
And the Spider’s Sister helped drain the body.
Like the plot of the Martin Scorsese movie :
So...The Freemason Spider’s interest in Princess Theopal waned considerably though he had spawned four daughters with her.
My Mother being the youngest of the four.
So...The Freemason Spider became bitter and violent and alcoholic and beat his Princess Theopal into a pulp ‘til she could take it no more.
So...Seeing as how the Princess Theopal had no maternal or domestic skills of any kind, she abandoned her daughters when she ran, penniless, from the violent alcoholic Masonic Spider and his Sister.
Leaving my Mother, at the tender age of four, at a CATHOLIC BOARDING SCHOOL for INDIAN CHILDREN.
Where a famous Mind Control Doc practiced on the Indian kiddies.
Where she was beaten regularly for good measure by the nuns in the Holy name of Jesus Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary.
You see, the exploitation of the Indigenous Peoples of Ammurika didn’t stop at Custer’s Last Stand or The Massacre at Wounded Knee.
It carried on and on and on...To Nixon’s Self-Governance Act of 1972 and his visit to China which opened the doors to - CHINA’S INVESTMENT AND SILENT OWNERSHIP OF -
INDIAN CASINOS! Which have led to untold grief. Addiction. Drug Running. Human and Child Sex Trafficking. GREED.
Because once you invite the VAMPIRE into the house and it sups on your blood, little by little, eventually, you, too, become -
A BLOOD SUCKER. Just ask Brad Pitt -
Now everybody and their dog wants to claim they are “Native American”. Look at Elizabeth Warren’s attempt to co-opt “Native American” DNA.
Like the land and it’s resources weren’t enough of a rape and pillage. Their very BLOOD is owned by “us” now.
Like...WHAT? A VAMPIRE? Who sucks the blood of its victims that then nourishes it as the blood runs through its veins?
I am a card carrying citizen of the tribe of my Grandmother. I have rarely told people because I don’t like the look they get in their eyes. Admiration mixed with Covetousness.
And just two generations ago in my family, people hid their Indian ancestry because in Oklahoma there was nothing lower than an Indian. Hell you could dismember one in the street in broad daylight and hear applause.
WE SERIOUSLY NEED TO CHECK OURSELVES AND STOP PRETENDING.
BECAUSE IT’S KILLING US. Then we are the UNDEAD. Great.
And I don’t care what perverse psychodrama The TWILIGHT SERIES implanted in people’s brains, vampires do not sparkle, they are not misunderstood sensitive souls who are the TRUE VICTIMS in the story and it’s NOT sexy for a teenage girl to lust after a DEAD GUY. It’s perverse.
Those books are written by a MORMON woman (supposedly, at least she’s the one who cashes the checks...) and MORMONism was created by MASONS.
Salt Lake City, Utah, MORMON-LAND, is one of the world’s largest child sex trafficking hubs. Hmmm...
NO ACCIDENT THE TEAR-JERKING MOVIE, THE SOUND OF FREEDOM (or is it silence..?), ABOUT CHILD SEX TRAFFICKING WAS WRITTEN, PRODUCED AND DIRECTED BY MORMONS. THEY KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT THE SUBJECT...
Try and sit back and watch that movie with an objective eye to mind control.
KEEPING IN MIND THE ENTIRE THING HAS BEEN DEBUNKED AS A LIE, THOUGH IT IS BILLED AS A TRUE STORY. NONE OF IT IS TRUE. ZERO.
Proven false less than a year after it’s release on the 4th of July, no less, and yet people everywhere who have seen it STILL BELIEVE IT’S A TRUE STORY.
Such is the POWER OF MIND CONTROL on WILLING COMPLIANT SUBJECTS.
Because it’s an easy story to swallow. Hook. Line. Sinker.
Like 9/11. Like bombing Iraq. Like Osama. Like JFK and MLK and RFK and The Bay of Tonkin and Vietnam and Cambodia and Agent Orange
AND THE INJECTIONS AND DIGITAL ID AND The INTERNET OF BODIES.
Does that term, Internet of Bodies, not gross everyone out?
I AM TRYING TO SHINE LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. As best I can.
Even if only the light of one little match.
It is all interrelated.
AND WHAT IS THE COMMON DENOMINATOR?
WE ARE.
Please don’t freak out and reject what I’m showing.
Because there are much larger DECEPTIONS coming.
Two recently. The eclipse and the aurora.
Jesus said, when pressed to produce signs and wonders FROM GOD, there would be none other than Him. RISING FROM THE DEAD. Why are we not listening?
LISTEN.
GOD HAS GOT THIS.
Okay...back to THE FAMBLY. THE SWEET MAGNOLIA.
Macro - Micro. The universe above us and inside us.
On earth as is is in Heaven.
When my Mother was six years old, having spent two years of torture under the loving hands of the Catholic Church and medical experimentation, praying unceasingly for her Mother to return and save her -
Her Father’s (The Worshipful Master of the Tulsa Lodge) childless SISTER, THE EASTERN STAR, Aunt Ruth, came to the rescue or so it seemed to the little girl.
Aunt Ruth who despised Indians because she had grown rich from their blood and who married Indian men in a serial fashion, putting three into their graves before marrying her fourth -
Uncle Cliff :
So...Aunt Ruth picked up where the nuns left off and began beating my Mother, but there was an added bonus - Uncle Cliff’s sexual predation.
Shaping my Mother into a future EASTERN STAR. A Rainbow Girl.
Aunt Ruth, Deaconess of The First Baptist Church of Tulsa.
Aunt Ruth, The Worthy Matron of The Order of The Eastern Star of Tulsa. Who’s brother was The Worshipful Master of Tulsa.
My six year old future Mother didn’t stand a chance.
Google AI gives this definition :
The presiding officer of the Order of the Eastern Star (OES) is called the Worthy Matron. The OES is a non-profit, charitable, and fraternal organization founded in the mid-19th century.
The OES's values are based on Biblical examples of moral values and heroic conduct, and it aims to create an environment that promotes charity, truth, loving kindness, and service to local communities.
Like Aunt Ruth’s hometown of TULSA.
Where her brother, The Worshipful Master, was also the President of THE PETROLEUM CLUB of TULSA.
Tulsa - the lil’ city that could. Could murder Indians for their oil rights and land allotments. Could massacre an entire black community in what was known as :
THE TULSA RACE MASSACRE.
Which occurred in 1921 and was described as :
Negro Wall Street, which morphed into Black Wall Street—as it was shot up, torched, and bombed from the air (WHAT?) by white vigilantes.
Believed to be the single worst incident of racial violence in American history, the bloody 1921 outbreak in Tulsa where over 600 black people were brutally murdered over the course of 2 days.
In the immediate aftermath of the Massacre, approximately 6,000 Black Tulsans were forcefully detained in internment camps guarded by armed men and forced to work for free as virtual slaves for the City of Tulsa.
NO PERPETRATORS WERE EVER CHARGED OR TRIED.
IN THE ABUSE OF MY MOTHER, NO PERPS WERE EVER CHARGED OR TRIED.
Though many were aware of her plight. She, too, was a slave. Beaten, abused, told she was ugly and stupid, yet...
Dressed to the NINES. Presenting a PERFECT IMAGE to the WORLD.
Always. Or else...
THE SUGAR MAGNOLIA GREW INTO A FINE YOUNG SAPLING OF 15 YEARS.
And in her 15th year the sexual abuse by Uncle Cliff took an alarming turn. It was clear intercourse was imminent. Was “on the table” now. The Sugar Magnolia was very distraught.
As circumstance would have it, another turn of events -
A young woman in the neighborhood where Aunt Ruth, Uncle Cliff and my Mother resided, had taken to exhibitionism. She nightly “put on a show” from her bedroom window and the men in the ‘hood came to watch.
Aunt Ruth somehow gained knowledge Uncle Cliff was among the peepers and she did NOT like it. Abusing my child Mother in the dark was okay, but NOT this. It was PUBLIC!
One night my Mother was awakened to the sound of sirens wailing. Someone had gone into the young woman’s bedroom through the window and hacked her to death with an axe.
It caused quite a stir.
The next morning, while my Mother waited at the kitchen table for the breakfast Aunt Ruth was making, Uncle Cliff came in from the gardening shed and asked, “Ruth, where’s the axe?”
Without turning from the stove or missing a beat, Aunt Ruth answered him,“You know where it is.”
Uncle Cliff slithered away and no one spoke of the axe ever again.
The young woman’s killer was never caught.
My Mother trembled in fear for the next few days. Knowing if Uncle Cliff “took the next step” and Aunt Ruth saw the “footprints”, it was likely chop-chop for The Sugar Magnolia.
Then, as providence would have it (or Godly intervention), my Mother’s Father, my Grandfather, invited my Mother to come and live with him and his new family.
Her Father, who had never once shown one moment of interest in her in all her fifteen years, made an offer she couldn’t refuse.
She hopped on a bus.
Next up :
What happens when you cross a Sweet Gumball with a Sugar Magnolia?
God have mercy on our souls.
END OF PART 2.
Part 1 The Gumball Family Tree
Part 3 The Rubicon Family Tree
Just breathtaking in its scope, depth and purpose. Much Love to you Pirate for your intelligence,
courage and heart. ❤️
What an incredible tale. As they say ... stranger than fiction.