I Don't Want to Die Trying----I'd Rather Live Making a Difference and Effecting Change to Secure the Blessings of Liberty for Our Posterity

I Carry These Instructions on My Person and In My pocketbookDO NOT RESUSCITATEI am a HOMELESS VETERAN who has Voluntarily Stopped Eating and Drinking (V.S.E.D.) since 12-20-2022.Please DO NOT RESUSCITATE (DNR) OR  reverse these painstaking efforts WITHOUT a commitment to helping me secure philanthropic support to effect systems, politics, and biases that I have identified and/ or experienced as major upstream contributory factors leading to the social disparities, mental health crises, homelessness, etcPlease get me to Beaufort VA Memorial Hospital to ultimately be transported to the Beaufort Veterans Memorial Cemetery.Next of Kin: “her contact info is included here”_________________________________     Consumption &  sensations Notes12/20/2022:  012/21/2022:   012/22/2022:   012/23/2022:   012/24/2022:   012/25/2022:   0 until 9:45 pm. Experiencing chest pain (2-3 on Glasgow scale) and rapid heart rate (90-105 bpm). Consumed 8 oz apple sauce to alleviate.12/26/2022:    0 until 6 pm. At 6 pm experiencing shakiness, Left carotid discomfort/pain (2-3 on Glasgow scale). Consumed 8 oz apple sauce to alleviate.12/27/2022:  0 until 1 pm. At 1 pm experiencing extreme jitteriness and shakiness. Dry heaves. Rapid heart rate (95 -100 bpm). Consumed 12 oz apple sauce to alleviate.12/28/2022:  0  until 12 noon. At noon, experiencing bilateral flank pain (~ 3 on Glasgow scale), chest pain (~ 2 Glasgow scale), shakiness and nausea. Consumed 12 oz apple sauce to alleviate.12/29/2022:  Total downward spiral. Genetalized weakness, nausea, muscle cramps, bilateral flank pain, chest and left carotid pain. Attempted rehydration with crushed ice. Mot much efficacy. Consumed 60 oz of soda (NOT diet sodas).—————-Break from VSED—————1-3-2023:  0———————————————————10-Page Silent Video Sent Via Email or Snail-MailPage 1:   I have Voluntarily Stopped                       Eating and Drinking (V.S.E.D.) Since 12-20-2022 in the AM)Page 2:  I am a Homeless Veteran (Former U.S. Army Captain Army Nurse Corps)Page 3:  I have lived an extremely Blessed and fulfilling Life! (I Know Who’s I Am)Page 4:  I am NOT Sad, depressed, or. suicidal. I AM Devoted to trying to Save Our Children’s Lives and SoulsPage 5:  My pleas, efforts, and stances over 20+ years has fallen on “Deaf-Ears”😢Page 6:  This Nation is NOT “Securing the blessings of liberty for our Posterity“ (an excerpt from the Preamble of our Constitution)Page 7:  We are NOT “Committed to defending the Values that makes this nation great”(an excerpt from Army ROTC cadet creed)Page 8:  God Permitted certain Tribulations upon my family and me NOT so that I can take my testimonies and grit to the grave BUT so that I can (with your resources, help, and support) Fight-the-good-fight!Page 9:  I am seeking star-power, philanthropic-benefactors, a platform, etc to bring awareness, reform, and effect changePage 10:  Please Contact:We are OvercomersEmail: [email protected]: 804-304-8649Phone able to receive: Text EmailsOr Voicemails NO CALLS. Thank You

                      My “Battle of the Bulge” My "Battle of the Bulge"...A final attempt to make a significant change in social determinants for my posterity. I have a story to tell and a testimony of God's presence through it all. I can't do this alone. I need others in the BODY OF CHRIST to rise and stand against what's happening to the most vulnerable amongst us.  The devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. If not me then who?  It is said Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) occurs when we encounter trauma BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO COPE. My children were ages 5 and 7. They had no coping skills or language to make sense of what they were experiencing. I, on the other-hand, has been a child of God since my youth. I have yet to have reached such a threshold (trauma beyond my ability to cope). I understand this attack has never been against me BUT THE SPIRIT IN ME.  The world can't help our young 25-20 when they are beat-down by our failures to protect them from the dark spirits here to claim their souls. We need to lead them to see OUR GOD OF YORE...not the new-fangled modern god of this era.  If I survive this spiritual warfare and have the means and resources, I vow to use what I've gleaned through these tribulations to effect changes in systems and other entities so that our family courts are not weaponized are easily pandered.  Our children bear the burden across time for these warring elders. I don't know if God will present His miracle working powers to affect this situation and bring me through to the other side. But, what I do know, is that I am NOT a "passenger" or "spectator" in my own life. There's nothing about my life, discipline, or training that would suggest that I should be.  Our children are lost...not just mine. I don't know if my children are dead-or-alive; incarcerated-or-free; doing well-or-struggling in these trying times but what I do know is that they are living beneath their privilege and have the albatross of Adverse Childhood Experiences weighing them down. Jesus weeps not just for the overt Cross my children has to bear of no fault of their own but also for those who "think" they're doing well building and collecting life practices outside of Faith teachings. They have little understanding of Who's they are due to no fault of their own...we are becoming more-and-more of a pagan nation day-by-day. And our children are building on the sands of those out-of-alignment worldly experiences. I repeat, the devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. I use the term, "my children" loosely and merely as a form of communication but those I bore has NOT been "mine" for a very long time. Just as God's love for me is everlasting, my love for my children is everlasting and unconditional! 

               My “Battle of the Bulge” My "Battle of the Bulge"...A final attempt to make a significant change in social determinants for my posterity. I have a story to tell and a testimony of God's presence through it all. I can't do this alone. I need others in the BODY OF CHRIST to rise and stand against what's happening to the most vulnerable amongst us.  The devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. If not me then who?  It is said Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) occurs when we encounter trauma BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO COPE. My children were ages 5 and 7. They had no coping skills or language to make sense of what they were experiencing. I, on the other-hand, has been a child of God since my youth. I have yet to have reached such a threshold (trauma beyond my ability to cope). I understand this attack has never been against me BUT THE SPIRIT IN ME.  The world can't help our young 25-20 when they are beat-down by our failures to protect them from the dark spirits here to claim their souls. We need to lead them to see OUR GOD OF YORE...not the new-fangled modern god of this era.  If I survive this spiritual warfare and have the means and resources, I vow to use what I've gleaned through these tribulations to effect changes in systems and other entities so that our family courts are not weaponized are easily pandered.  Our children bear the burden across time for these warring elders. I don't know if God will present His miracle working powers to affect this situation and bring me through to the other side. But, what I do know, is that I am NOT a "passenger" or "spectator" in my own life. There's nothing about my life, discipline, or training that would suggest that I should be.  Our children are lost...not just mine. I don't know if my children are dead-or-alive; incarcerated-or-free; doing well-or-struggling in these trying times but what I do know is that they are living beneath their privilege and have the albatross of Adverse Childhood Experiences weighing them down. Jesus weeps not just for the overt Cross my children has to bear of no fault of their own but also for those who "think" they're doing well building and collecting life practices outside of Faith teachings. They have little understanding of Who's they are due to no fault of their own...we are becoming more-and-more of a pagan nation day-by-day. And our children are building on the sands of those out-of-alignment worldly experiences. I repeat, the devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. I use the term, "my children" loosely and merely as a form of communication but those I bore has NOT been "mine" for a very long time. Just as God's love for me is everlasting, my love for my children is everlasting and unconditional! 

My “Battle of the Bulge”My "Battle of the Bulge"...A final attempt to make a significant change in social determinants for my posterity. I have a story to tell and a testimony of God's presence through it all. I can't do this alone. I need others in the BODY OF CHRIST to rise and stand against what's happening to the most vulnerable amongst us. The devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. If not me then who? It is said Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) occurs when we encounter trauma BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO COPE. My children were ages 5 and 7. They had no coping skills or language to make sense of what they were experiencing. I, on the other-hand, has been a child of God since my youth. I have yet to have reached such a threshold (trauma beyond my ability to cope). I understand this attack has never been against me BUT THE SPIRIT IN ME. The world can't help our young 25-20 when they are beat-down by our failures to protect them from the dark spirits here to claim their souls. We need to lead them to see OUR GOD OF YORE...not the new-fangled modern god of this era. If I survive this spiritual warfare and have the means and resources, I vow to use what I've gleaned through these tribulations to effect changes in systems and other entities so that our family courts are not weaponized are easily pandered. Our children bear the burden across time for these warring elders. I don't know if God will present His miracle working powers to affect this situation and bring me through to the other side. But, what I do know, is that I am NOT a "passenger" or "spectator" in my own life. There's nothing about my life, discipline, or training that would suggest that I should be. Our children are lost...not just mine. I don't know if my children are dead-or-alive; incarcerated-or-free; doing well-or-struggling in these trying times but what I do know is that they are living beneath their privilege and have the albatross of Adverse Childhood Experiences weighing them down. Jesus weeps not just for the overt Cross my children has to bear of no fault of their own but also for those who "think" they're doing well building and collecting life practices outside of Faith teachings. They have little understanding of Who's they are due to no fault of their own...we are becoming more-and-more of a pagan nation day-by-day. And our children are building on the sands of those out-of-alignment worldly experiences. I repeat, the devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. I use the term, "my children" loosely and merely as a form of communication but those I bore has NOT been "mine" for a very long time. Just as God's love for me is everlasting, my love for my children is everlasting and unconditional! 

My “Battle of the Bulge”My "Battle of the Bulge"...A final attempt to make a significant change in social determinants for my posterity. I have a story to tell and a testimony of God's presence through it all. I can't do this alone. I need others in the BODY OF CHRIST to rise and stand against what's happening to the most vulnerable amongst us. The devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. If not me then who? It is said Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) occurs when we encounter trauma BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO COPE. My children were ages 5 and 7. They had no coping skills or language to make sense of what they were experiencing. I, on the other-hand, has been a child of God since my youth. I have yet to have reached such a threshold (trauma beyond my ability to cope). I understand this attack has never been against me BUT THE SPIRIT IN ME. The world can't help our young 25-20 when they are beat-down by our failures to protect them from the dark spirits here to claim their souls. We need to lead them to see OUR GOD OF YORE...not the new-fangled modern god of this era. If I survive this spiritual warfare and have the means and resources, I vow to use what I've gleaned through these tribulations to effect changes in systems and other entities so that our family courts are not weaponized are easily pandered. Our children bear the burden across time for these warring elders. I don't know if God will present His miracle working powers to affect this situation and bring me through to the other side. But, what I do know, is that I am NOT a "passenger" or "spectator" in my own life. There's nothing about my life, discipline, or training that would suggest that I should be. Our children are lost...not just mine. I don't know if my children are dead-or-alive; incarcerated-or-free; doing well-or-struggling in these trying times but what I do know is that they are living beneath their privilege and have the albatross of Adverse Childhood Experiences weighing them down. Jesus weeps not just for the overt Cross my children has to bear of no fault of their own but also for those who "think" they're doing well building and collecting life practices outside of Faith teachings. They have little understanding of Who's they are due to no fault of their own...we are becoming more-and-more of a pagan nation day-by-day. And our children are building on the sands of those out-of-alignment worldly experiences. I repeat, the devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. I use the term, "my children" loosely and merely as a form of communication but those I bore has NOT been "mine" for a very long time. Just as God's love for me is everlasting, my love for my children is everlasting and unconditional! 

My “Battle of the Bulge”My "Battle of the Bulge"...A final attempt to make a significant change in social determinants for my posterity. I have a story to tell and a testimony of God's presence through it all. I can't do this alone. I need others in the BODY OF CHRIST to rise and stand against what's happening to the most vulnerable amongst us. The devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. If not me then who? It is said Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) occurs when we encounter trauma BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO COPE. My children were ages 5 and 7. They had no coping skills or language to make sense of what they were experiencing. I, on the other-hand, has been a child of God since my youth. I have yet to have reached such a threshold (trauma beyond my ability to cope). I understand this attack has never been against me BUT THE SPIRIT IN ME. The world can't help our young 25-20 when they are beat-down by our failures to protect them from the dark spirits here to claim their souls. We need to lead them to see OUR GOD OF YORE...not the new-fangled modern god of this era. If I survive this spiritual warfare and have the means and resources, I vow to use what I've gleaned through these tribulations to effect changes in systems and other entities so that our family courts are not weaponized are easily pandered. Our children bear the burden across time for these warring elders. I don't know if God will present His miracle working powers to affect this situation and bring me through to the other side. But, what I do know, is that I am NOT a "passenger" or "spectator" in my own life. There's nothing about my life, discipline, or training that would suggest that I should be. Our children are lost...not just mine. I don't know if my children are dead-or-alive; incarcerated-or-free; doing well-or-struggling in these trying times but what I do know is that they are living beneath their privilege and have the albatross of Adverse Childhood Experiences weighing them down. Jesus weeps not just for the overt Cross my children has to bear of no fault of their own but also for those who "think" they're doing well building and collecting life practices outside of Faith teachings. They have little understanding of Who's they are due to no fault of their own...we are becoming more-and-more of a pagan nation day-by-day. And our children are building on the sands of those out-of-alignment worldly experiences. I repeat, the devil took mine! And, I will go into the depths of hell or die trying to let my children know Who's they are. I use the term, "my children" loosely and merely as a form of communication but those I bore has NOT been "mine" for a very long time. Just as God's love for me is everlasting, my love for my children is everlasting and unconditional!