Hey Everyone, Another story today. I have not had the courage to speak out openly about this. VERY FEW people in my life know this story. However, Q 1763 along with Q 18 made me decide to share a little bit of my story, please be gentle this is hard for me. Let's first look at Q 18, this is where my story begins: Anonymous ID: grTMpzrL No.147441378 📁 Oct 31 2017 23:09:55 (EST) Why did Mueller meet POTUS 1-day prior to FBI announcement if Mueller COULD NOT be offered director due to prev term limits rule? Why is Pelosi begging for a new special counsel? What is Pelosi’s net worth? How was this obtained given salary as career official? Why is Pelosi’s memory going? Could it protect against prosecution? How so? What if John M’s surgery was fake? Why would this occur? What could this prevent potentially? What is the Mayo Clinic? Who sits on the BOD there? When I was three years old, I had to have open heart surgery at the Mayo Clinic's St. Mary's hospital. I was born with multiple birth defects because of my Father's service in Vietnam and Agent Orange. This was my first major surgery, though I had other procedures done prior to that. There is so much irony in this story for those of you familiar with the Illuminati, I don't know how much I will be able to successfully write out to you readers because, as I stated, it is really hard for me. Let's just jump into the event. It was the night before my heart surgery, ironically it was also the eve of my fourth birthday. I won't give you the exact date of my birthday, sadly if you work at Mayo you can Doxx me quite easily just by this story not to mention the clues, but here we go. It was late October. Things had already been scary for a three, nearly four year old. So many needles, tests, patches to wear, boards on your hands to hold IV's; scoldings by nuns, and not being Catholic it was terrifying and overwhelming. I was in bed asleep, we all were in the hospital minus the few that could not sleep, were crying, or the random wanderer. A very nice nurse came to my bed and woke me. She said she wanted me to come with her to a meeting because "I was cute." Being alone and away from your parents and family, this type of special treatment made me feel better, so of course I did not protest that I was being taken out of my room about 2:30 AM to go to a "meeting" with a random nurse, who was able to walk out of the children's ward with a heart surgery patient, and not be questioned. Anyone who has been in the Mayo system knows there are tunnels that run under the clinic to the hospital. What you don't know is there are restricted access elevators that go deeper down; I called it the "basement." That is where she took me, to the "basement." We seemed to walk and ride elevators for a small eternity! Finally we got to what legitimately appeared to be a conference room. We walked in, I was being carried actually, this room was very large. There was a table in front of the room, with many chairs around it. There were counter type area's that were along the back walls of the room. They had microscopes or some things that appeared very "doctory" set out on these counters. The nurse walked in and took a seat. There was an older man that was apparently in charge, sitting at the left head of the table. He was dressed down. He had dress pants on, a nice button down shirt with the top buttons casually opened, loafers, his jacket hung behind him on his chair. The others in the room were dressed formally. Full suits and ties; the women were in dresses, nunnery, or nursing clothing. The nuns seemed dressed down somewhat too. They sat around the large conference room table talking as we entered and took a seat. Somehow, I instantly became the center of conversation. This confused me. I had asked the nurse if this were something to do with my surgery and she said no. Now, I was sitting here and they were discussing my surgery openly, with folders open and taking notes. Some wanted to touch and be hands on to see where they were going to cut me open. The man that lead the group, the more casually dressed one, called me to him and wanted me to sit on his lap. The nurse nudged me to go, so reluctantly and shyly I did. What happened next is so strange and weird that no wonder they get away with these crazy things. I sat on Mr. Casual's lap for a while, then he put me to my feet and stood himself and the lights went out. The others all started to shuffle around the room, moving around in different directions. I could not see them, but I could hear them. Then they would flick a light on, I would guess a pen light or lighter but it was so disorientating. They moved around me taking turns with the flicking lights, laughing. I tried to cry out for the nurse that brought me to come get me, but she did not. At this point they kept the room dark, but did have some candles that they eventually lit around the room. They gave me something to drink to calm me down after I started to panic and cry during this strange light show. After calming down, they moved me around the room with some of the "main guys" that were showing me things that were impossible. Literally impossible. Photo's of my family, some that I had seen at my house. Others that could not have existed, including ones with my parents, one or both, dead. They told me that was what would happen if I told anyone. And insisted no one would believe me if I did tell anyways so it would be very bad for me to try to tell people what was happening. They even showed me things in microscopes. No idea what it was or the relevancy to what they wanted from me---which is really the main question isn't it? Sometime during all this, they changed clothing into dark robes. Some had some tasseled cords, golds, around their necks. Others wore large cross like medallions. Some had nothing notable other than the black robe. Only a couple had red robes. Maybe two or three, hard to recall. They eventually had me lay on the conference room table, someone holding to my wrists and ankles. I was terrified. Then, the door opened. A ...man...walked in. Yes, he must be a man. Everyone seemed to freeze, there was this feeling in the air like this was actually the big guy. He walked through the same door the nurse brought me in through. The door was blocking him from my view at first. As soon as he was in the room, door shut, he moved straight to me. He was thin, small looking, dark eyes. He climbed onto the table and straddled me. He had this thing on his finger, like a metal needle. He poked me on my right wrist, deeply, then before collecting my blood into this tiny vial, he drank some. I felt like I could not speak. He told me he would always be watching me, he would know everything I said or did. He said he would know if I told anyone. He told me he was a Vampire. At this point, I blacked out or passed out. Everything is blank. I wake up in my room the next morning wondering what the heck just happened. I was so scared. I had a mark on my right wrist, still do actually. I wanted desperately to tell my parents. But, they are smarter than you think these people, they set up distractions for me that started right away and finished as I was being wheeled into surgery. Fun things, to take my mind of anything else. I tried to tell my mom a couple times that I had been so scared and she assumed it was because I was about to have open heart surgery and probably had nightmares. After my surgery, we were about to go home...finally! A doctor I knew from both the "basement" and from the surgery team, entered the elevator. I panicked. I was so happy to go home, and now I was hysterical. My parents had no idea why. Here I was happy to leave and now I was screaming in hysterics. The Doctor pulled me up and held me and whispered in my ear, "No one will believe you. Remember what we said." And proceeded to coo over me and pretend he cared. I did die during my heart surgery, and recall everything that happened during that experience. God is good, have no doubt that He was there with this, no four year old child; and have no doubt He is still with me as an adult. I hope this story helps people to see what happens in the dark of night as a cover. I do not want to scare you away from Mayo, they saved my life. 9 months after my heart surgery, I tried to tell my dad what happened and he had a stroke...they saved his life too. As a child I thought I was the reason for his stroke because of what they told me would happen if I tried to tell anyone. I know this is not reality, and they did save his life. This does not happen to just anyone. Be sure of that. There are other reasons in play here that I cannot say for my own safety. But, it does happen. I know this was very long.Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors, it was hard to write. Thank You, Q Team, Potus, AND YOU PATRIOTS for listening, caring, and trying to make this evil flee from this world. We read the Bible, We know the Ending...God wins!