Terry 🌹☀️⭐️🌈🌱❤️🔥🙏🏼

Happy 11/7 <> 7/11 Patriots. Just like many of you, believe it or not, I am growing a little tired too. But... I have enjoyed every second of it. Being here with all of you --- I wouldn't trade it for a second! So, before I go fully public in the future, I want to give everyone here the unique scoop on my story so the dots can connect even more, without revealing all of it just yet. I descend from an eight-generation New York (New Netherland) family. Arriving from the Netherlands in the 1600s. My great great grandfather owned a lot of land and water rights in the Catskills. Long story short, the State of New York tried to take it from him so they could build the Ashokan Reservoir in order to sustain the most powerful city in the world. They would stop at nothing to achieve their goal. My 2nd great grandfather was standing in their way. When he refused to sell to them, they started killing off our family one by one. Starting first with my great great grandmother, then their daughter, her husband, their first born son, 4 out of the 5 brothers that would inherit the land and then other sons and grandsons. After his first wife was gone, he remarried to a young 28 year old woman and on paper they didn't have any children via census records. But that's when I found the forged census documents, all to ensure the protection of the second half of his family so the State couldn't track them. He misspelled our name and forged the ages of the family members. All documented. Amidst the turmoil of family deaths in the Catskills, two of the brothers left to the Yukon in Alaska. The mother and the rest of the younger children fled to Philadelphia. My great great grandfather stayed in New York to protect what they had fought, bled and died for, over many, many years. Originally I thought that the man tied to the forged census records was real, and that he was killed right when he arrived in Philadelphia. But then I found that his death certificate listed him as buried in the quite possibly the shadiest cemetery in Philly; Mechanics Cemetery. Cause of death: pneumonia. That meant, no autopsy, no open casket. Every stays away out of fear for catching it themselves. Dead and done in 3 days time and conveniently all graves were removed from Mechanics in the 1950s and they also didn't have any records of bodies before 1900. Imagine that. My great great grandmother was Irish. So naturally when you're in Philadelphia and you're fleeing violence and your life is in turmoil you would connect with people in the church and other friends and family from Ireland. However, my family was already longtime friends and neighbors with the Pattons and one of my great uncles was serving with a Patton as a political delegate in Pennsylvania. Also an uncle was already there and he was married to a Smith. Look at the Patton/Smith connections. The Pattons in Pennsylvania are Irish and they are descendants of some of the best Irish American stock to ever to set foot on our shores. George Washington's most loyal bodyguards and protectors and Sons of Liberty and Sons of the Revolution. Of the 3 siblings that were now in Philadelphia with their mother that was soon to be a widow, the boy was the youngest. Born around 1885, he was 9 when they arrived to Philly. The likelihood that he was adopted or taken in by the Pattons to avenge all of the death, was more than probable. Aside from all of the coincidences and evidence, on certain days, my own Grandfather was nearly a spitting image of General Patton. If you dig into the Patton family there are some incredibly strange anomalies that cannot be explained. What's interesting is that many, if not most of the core Philadelphia Pattons actually moved out West to the Los Angeles area when General Patton supposedly was in his younger years. There's a portrait of him from a well-known photo studio in St. Louis right by the train station and I believe it was from the journey from Philadelphia to LA when George was probably around 12-14 years old. Back to the two brothers in Alaska. One of them was my great uncle and the other my great grandfather. I believe there was some sort of a falling out and they got separated amongst the gold rush hype. It's sad. There are too many similarities to this brother and Frederick Trump, that either he changed his name or they were best friends. There is no in-between IMO. As for my grandfather, he had to live the rest of his life with shattered memories and a destroyed youth. It caused all sorts of problems within my family especially with the father/son relationships. But I was sent here to repair it so my family can heal eternally forever. That is my plan. When Nelson Rockefeller took office in the late 1950s as Governor of New York, they completed their plan of destruction. They seized the rest of our family properties all over New York and either flooded them or burned them down and then covered them with tract housing, freeways and government buildings. It's all documented. These people are stupid. My family was one of the most well-known families in America and they were systematically destroyed and had to hide from their own government. I was put in this position by our Creator for a reason. So I could be here to help others navigate the Great Awakening and share my story. As it really is truly incredible. I am even in shock and awe about what is unfolding. The lies and coverups about the true history of our homeland will make you sick. It's very blatant and the entire truth will be revealed and history will be rewritten. There is much much more on the way, but this is a good head start. Love you all and I appreciate your support in following my story. -Doq

The suppressed tale of Dutch-American revenge over centuries against Crown-aligned infiltrators — based on the @X posts of @doqholliday. newsletter.martingeddes.com/…