My Story

Thursday November 18th 2021

Hello Everyone, my story is below, but first, a letter to Scott Mckay.

Scott Mckay,

You are a part of my supernatural story. God spoke to me through an angel shortly after Trump cam down the escalator. God pointed me to Mark Taylor first for my prophetic inspiration, then told me to write my website, and a few years later, you appeared on the scene. I was pointed to you because you have a gift of uplifting peoples spirits. Just like Michael Jackson was given an angelic singing voice, you were given an archangel warriors war voice of love. You make people want to fight the enemy then hug the enemy. Many of the words my Angel spoke to me was later confirmed by you, Melissa Redpill and neg 48. My info from age 10 connected me to you almost 40 years later.

I have the cell phone number of someone who worked next to Trump for 4 years during his presidency and I was trusted not to give that phone number out, so I hope you can trust me and reach out to me via telegram ( @Liono8 ) to discuss this further once you see my story.

By the way, Thank you and God Bless Scott Mckay and Mike Jaco for your service to humanity in this final end times war, AKA

The great Awakening.

Much Love and prayers for your safety and your ability to keep advancing the line.

Bill Presnell

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My story, 11/23/2021

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My story begins as early as I can remember, but I am going to go back even further. But first, I need to defend what I am about to say regarding witchcraft. The cabal hid Mary Christ and the number 13, the cabal hid so much of our history from us to paint a narrative for us to follow. The cabal edited the bible, and even created religion to trick us into many false beliefs. The cabal is scared of Mary, because they know the end times started with her the day her husband was crucified. The cabal destroys the career of anyone who gets out of line using the MSM. A knife can be used for murder and a knife can be used to feed someone. It is just about how you use it. Witchcraft and the things that I have witnessed witchcraft being used for, is a blessing from God, and those who think otherwise have been deceived by MSM and the fake Religion BS. God gave us gifts, we can use them for good or evil. Because the cabal did not want us connecting to the spirit world where we could get closer to the Christ consciousness, they created a narrative that witchcraft is evil, and those who practice it are just worshiping the devil. Then you get a bunch of movies about kids doing bad things with witchcraft and someone creates a cult called paganism so we have a very wrong and dark look at something that is so powerful and spiritual, something that can connect us to the one true source and probably would have awakened us a long time ago if it was left alone and not painted as dark. Remember the cabal projects what they do onto others, and the cabal paints a false narrative on anything that they are afraid of or afraid of you learning about. Humans are so much more powerful than we know, and us reaching that awakening, and using the gifts that we have, is what the cabal does not want. My mother, her mother and her mother etc, were all white magic practitioners. I saw my mother give readings to people to help them through life. My sister and I both had abilities growing up. Mine were clairvoyance, astral projection and seeing/hearing dead people, yes just like the famous movie. When I became older, I realized that it wasn’t 3 abilities I had, but 1 ability that enabled all 3. What that means, is again most of my childhood I used all 3 abilities like they were superpowers, but as an adult, I realized it was just the one ability to connect with the one true source.

My mother had a portrait done one year before I was born. The portrait was haunted and I grew up being very scared of it. It’s eyes moved and it changed shape, and it bled from the eyes and nose from time to time. My mother and father divorced when I was 2 and when I was 4 she was remarried. My step father was an alcoholic and a wife / child abuser. I was very abused as was my sister. As early as I can remember (3 or 4) I heard the voices of the dead. I had one particular spirit who was more than a spirit, to me he wasn't a spirit at all he was my best friend or imaginary friend. He called himself 8, yes the number eight. 8 was always there, especially when I needed escape from the issues of being abused. 8 told me so many things about both the real world and the spirit world. Some of our conversations were at normal speed but whenever needed, we could have an hour conversation in less than a second, like a flash of data. He told me about some of the rules in the spirit world, reincarnation for example, and about entering the light. Spirits who were earthbound, had not entered the light. Once a spirit enters the light, it either reincarnates back to another physical body, or enters heaven if the final life and the things that soul was meant to do had been accomplished. Back to that portrait, I was always having nightmares about it, and 8 would never talk to me, or maybe I couldn’t talk to him about it. When I was about 10, my sister who was 13 was having girls over and they were doing the slumber party kind of stuff. At some point, my sister started having seances with her friends and doing different practices taught to her by our mother. During this time, 8 appeared on the ouija board and started talking to our mother, my sister and her friends. It was at that time that 8 let it be known that he was our brother Robert. My mother told us who Robert was. He was a year older than me, when he was born he never left the hospital and he died after 13 hours. For future reference, understand that 8 and 13 were now very important numbers to me. 8 told me they were important numbers and therefore they were my two lucky numbers all my life. Even as an adult, I cant stop habitually picking 8 or 13 whenever possible.

My father took my mother on vacation to try and help her get through her grief. It was at that time during vacation that she had that portrait done of her. She blamed herself and was very depressed when the painting was being done. She actually went through 3 or 4 painters all telling her they couldn't do it and sent her to another until she found an artist who could do it. They all said her Egyptian features were making it too hard. Egyptian features? That is another story for another day, but she used to have previous life memories of being an egyptian during the days that the pyramids were being built. So the portrait became haunted due to her depression, her practicing of white witchcraft and 8 entities entered this portrait, one of which was my brother Robert who again went by the number 8. Even though I was learning more of the story, I was still scared by the most dominant of the 8 spirits and that was the lady of the picture. I called her Lady and to this day she has never revealed her true name. At age 11 she finally divorced the wife / kid beater and we moved to my aunt's property in Homosassa, FL. At age 13, I finally opened up and approached Lady. All my life for some reason I blocked her voice, it was too scary. All the dead spirits that talked to me constantly but that one I knew right away and refused to take in any messages. But again at 13, I opened up and started talking to her. I stood in front of the picture and asked it if it would turn its head to show me it was my protector, just like 8 that it was my friend and she turned its head. Before that day the face was turned so only one ear could be seen, that day, the face turned and looked straight ahead so both ears were visible. My mother came home a few hours later and she immediately noticed the face had turned.

From that day on, I became confident in everything I did. I no longer had a mental issue from my abuse. I no longer was the quiet kid that got picked on. I became more outgoing and able to speak to people and even became a popular kid in school. In high school I showed off my abilities and I would have parties where 20 to 30 kids would be at my house on the weekend. My mother worked til 1 or 2 in the morning so my house was where everyone came to party. We would usually disperse by 2am when she would be getting home. I would have my friends invite new non believers so I could show off for them. I would have someone go into a bedroom and write down on a sheet of paper and as they were writing I would yell out what they were writing from the living room. 8 was telling me what they were writing. I would talk to loved ones of kids in the room and give them messages from beyond the grave. I would have spirits touch people in the room or have someone sit in a dining room chair in the middle of the floor and have a spirit pull them backwards in the chair. And for grand finallys, I would focus on the picture and Lady would perform for everyone. Her eyes, her hair would change from full and flowing to short or tied in a bun. She would change to a man in a hoodie or even a skeleton. No child ever left my house being a non believer. Yes I also did some very good things with my abilities. A friend said her friend was sure a ghost was haunting her. A very dark spirit and it was even sexual. She was tormented by this thing. It took me a few weeks after I was introduced to her to disperse the evil. Another friend who was on the fence had her car in the shop for a week and asked me to take her to her boyfriend's house after school then her mom would pick her up there after work. After school she got in my car. We had never been together outside of school until this day. We started talking and talking while I was driving. We got to her boyfriend's street and she yelled oh my god. I stopped the car, and asked what was wrong. She said, we just started talking the minute we got in the car and I just realized, you don’t even know my boyfriend's name, but we are here on his street. I said yes, well it is one of my abilities. I just get guided by the spirits. She then said well keep going then, take me to his house. So I stopped in front of a house, looked at her and she said nope. So I drove to the end and said, I lost it, I don’t know to go left or right here. She said, no you didn’t lose it, you stopped at his house, I just said no cause I wanted to see if you would argue or keep going. So I had explained things to her in school but again she was on the fence of whether or not I was telling the truth. I had even explained to her before that whenever I got lost in a store or even the mall once, I was always able to just look down at my feet and let a spirit, (usually 8) tell me where to walk. I Used to do that in the woods to find my way around when I was adventuring. Even at age 7, my parents always thought I was right there on the property when I was miles away. I also was able to communicate to animals in emotions, not words, but emotions and not be scared of wild animals. We had cows and a bull on the farm next door. The owner always said never go near the bull, don’t even get into the same field if he is out he will hurt you. Yep, that was me, 7 years old petting and playing with a bull, one look in each other's eyes and I was like, he is a big teddy bear.

Also when I was 13 years old, my sister’s friend came over to spend the night. When they went to try and sleep, my sister had a vision that our ex stepfather was in his jeep with whiskey in his lap and the steering wheel and dashboard was not normal. Her friend Dee (who also had abilities) had to turn off the floor fan because she said it sounded like an airplane and smelled like it was on fire. The next day, the two of them and I went to the gas station down the street. They rode my aunt’s horse and I rode my bike. They played a few games of miss pacman and I was next. I put the quarter in , started playing and my sister grabbed my arm and said we got to go. I was pissed, she was being selfish, she got to play but I couldn’t. She didn’t explain, she and Dee both said, “Billy we got to get home now”. We got to our property, the girls took the horse to the barn and my chain fell off my bike, so I flipped it over and started working on the chain when I saw an airplane above me. It was doing loops and tricks. It would fly straight up, then shut off the engine and fall backwards, then turn on its engine and pull up just above the trees. At one point it was aiming at my Aunt's house, and I screamed for my Aunts and cousins to get out, just before hitting her house the plane pulled back up, went upside down and was flying straight but still upside down, then it went behind the trees and literally crashed into the gas station upside down. The picture in the newspaper showed the plane hit upside down, then half the plane flipped over on top of the other half. It landed in between the pumps and crashed into the window right into miss pacman. 8 wasn't talking to me that day, but luckily someone was talking to my sister and Dee. The vision the night before was her inside the plane looking through the eyes of the pilot. Yes he had whiskey in his lap when he crashed the plane. The sound of a loud engine and the smell of a burning plane was what Dee had experienced.

When my mother got home, and heard what happened she bursted into tears. As it turns out, she met a man (it's been many years and cant remember his name so I will call him Andy as that name sticks out) at the bar who was very depressed and going through a divorce as well as other issues and obviously drinking heavily. He got her address and told her he would fly his acrobat plane over our house at around 4pm the next day and do tricks for her kids.

I told you that side story as it pertains to the next event below.

So one day when I was 17, we had a big party with about 30 kids. My friend's heavy metal band was playing from 6pm to 9pm then we shut down so as not to piss off the neighbors as that was our usual routine on a saturday and then we started a seance and the usual tricks. It was getting close to midnight and only about 12 to 14 kids were left. I got the picture down and sat it next to us on the coffee table we were surrounding and I started speaking to 8 and Andy. They both were strong and talking. I would channel them at times and let the ouija talk at times. My mother came home early that night, around 1230am. I told her that they were ready, Andy and 8 are ready to go so she sat down and we spoke for the last time to them. After about an hour, we sent them into the light. I told 8 that I was grown now, that I can handle myself and did not need his protection anymore. Oh, but I was wrong. He was gone, it was up to me to take care of me now. I moved out on my own at 18. I moved from my mothers house in Coral Springs to Boca Raton and lived with a friend for about 6 months and then met a girl and moved in with her also in Boca Raton. I was 18 she was 21. She had a 2 year old named Corey. One night we had a bunch of my old friends come over for a party/seance. I even invited my mother cause it had been a year since we had that last seance. I had an old sugar chest that was from the covered wagon days. In it was a satanic bible. I wanted to read it to understand what it was all about. No intentions of following that path in any way, just curious to see how twisted that mentality was. The seance did not go well. We were all in the living room, the sugar chest was in my bedroom and during our seance, the chest started opening and closing and slamming down hard enough to shake the floor. It was doing it for about 2 minutes til it stopped. I had completely forgotten about that book. I had it in there from like 3 or 4 years and never got around to reading it. I threw the book in the dumpster outside and we stopped the seance. All those years, 8 protected me, this time, he was not there and neither was the picture since we were 30 minutes away from my mothers home. After everyone went home that night and we went to sleep, in the middle of the night we awoke by the baby screaming. I rushed to his crib and he looked so frightened. He wouldn’t stop screaming. I saw in his eyes something wasn’t right. I went into my trance, the trance that I do when I speak to the dead, and I saw a demon trying to possess him. I took him into the parking lot far away from the building and I prayed. I felt helpless, all those years of being confident were gone without 8 by my side. It took 10 minutes which felt like a lifetime, but eventually the demon left. I never did a seance after that and barely ever used my abilities.

When Trump came down the escalator I felt a change in the spiritual world I felt the confidence in my spiritual self that I felt when I was young. Shortly after, I heard the voice of God. It told me to create my website and start doing research and start waking people up to the things I started studying many years ago. Back in 2004ish I started diving down cabal rabbit holes. I stopped listening to Rush Limbaugh and started listening to Alex Jones. Listening to Alex, pointed me into research and documentaries that were unlike the stuff I would see on the history channel. So like the information that is on the Fall of the cabal, I knew without the detail of the fall of the cabal. WW1 and WW2 I had studied and knew about the many lies and many events within the history of the cabal. So it came very easy to grasp as I heard the voice tell me things. I started writing my website and some of the things I wrote as the voice spoke, other items were research that the voice pointed me to. During this time I also heard the voice of a woman. She was an older heavy set lady and she started directing me in my life at that time. I was dating 7 different women. (No I wasn't cheating or playing the field, these women all knew of each other and some were actually friends with each other). The womans voice was guiding me with issues. I was actually helping a few of these ladies through hard times in their lives and the womans voice was guiding me on those missions. Telling me how to handle things. After a few months of this voice in my ear, after she gained my trust, she said to me, you need to break it off with all of these women. I did what I was told, and after a few weeks, I was alone. I was then given a direction of a friend on facebook. This was a friend who I was connected to but did not know how. Did I friend her or did she friend me? When did we connect? None of this I could remember but I was then pointed to her. I started texting her and asked her if we could get together. We met at the beach, I had my two girls and she had her two girls. I became focused on her and the woman's voice was still helping me through this relationship. I now have two voices in my head, and I am very busy, between my new girlfriend and all the kids and my website. After about 5 months, my girlfriend and I had a fight. My GF was being very impossible and she said some things that really was pushing me away. The womans voice said to me, please be patient with her, she does not mean it, she cares about you deeply like no man she has ever known. By the way, I am her mother. That night she revealed who she was, and a few weeks later, after things had settled down, I told my girlfriend that her mother was who brought us together, that she was with me before I even knew you existed.

The womans voice has faded now, I am not sure if she is even still here, I think her job may have been done when her daughter and I got together. The voice of God was still in my head and keeps adding data for me to put into my site. At some point I was directed to a prophet said that when Trump came down the escalator that God released 3 archangels onto earth to protect Trump and again my voice confirmed it. But on Aug 13th (8-13) 2021 2+0+2+1=5 (5 years after the voice came to me) I listened to Scott Mckays show and Negative 48s team, explain gematria, explain the history of the christ families, confirm many things I knew from the voice, and insert many missing puzzle pieces that I had in my mind. During that show, which was hours of live feed, the voice of God said to me, by the way, this is 8, when the three archangels were released onto earth, thousands of other angels were released as well, when I entered the light, I was not reincarnated, I went to heaven, but was sent back to help the great awakening.

8 is back, and so are my abilities. They are not as strong as they were when I was a child, probably due to the pineal gland deterioration, but they are back and so is my spiritual confidence.

There was a time, the day that Parlor went down, that I started losing faith in the fact that the good guys were winning. I heard on a podcast that google suspended Parlor and that Apple was threatening Parlor. So I said to God, please give me a sign to help me know that the white hats are winning and that everything is coming as planned. I sat down, opened my phone, and typed a FB search for “parlor apple” to see what people were saying about it. The first screen that pops up is a post on the subject that says 7 hours ago, 777 shares. (pic below)

That was less than 30 seconds of my request to God.

Next, I created a gematria, I created the 2nd cyrus, the 2nd christ, and the 2nd holy grail in our Presidency as it was said the three of them are President and VP of America.

2+2+2 = 6 X 3 (spiritual power) = 18 or 6 6 6. That is the three of them taking back the 6 6 6 numbers for humanity. I posted that with my friends. The next day, I stopped at the traffic light down from my house and my mileage was 2 2 2 . Two days later, I was driving my GFs rental car, and telling everyone in the car about my gematria. I also told them a list of people still alive and I ended with John Denver. The radio within a minute got stuck at 222. The song kept playing but the counter was stuck and it would not go off of the screen. When the song was over, 222 finally disappeared and the next song that played was John Denver. When we got home, we sat down to find a movie. I turned on Amazon and the first movie suggestion on the screen was 222. Within the first 5 minutes of the opening of the movie, it shows the night sky, with the stars lit up, with the lion and the lamb, almost the same set up as the lion and mary with the Amer. The picture that I tell everyone about that is from Melissa Redpill. For those who do not know me, I have said, that Melissa Redpill has done all the research that confirms most of what I have said was from the voice of God.

8 was a spirit stuck here on earth to help me get through my childhood. He was then granted entry to Heaven and came back as an Angel to help me guide everyone I can through the Great Awakening Storm.

8 is my connection to the Christ consciousness. When he left me, I lost my confidence, I didn’t have enough faith in myself to continue with the spiritual connections I had as a child. I know now that no matter if 8 stays with me or not, this time, I have faith in myself and I have the connection to God that I will never let it go.

As far as the Picture, there is so much more to that story, many events and explanation of what it is and how it works. The main entity is again called Lady, and she is located at the Brooksville Heritage Museum which is on the top 10 of the most haunted buildings in America. There are many spirits in the house and everything in the house is from the 1800s. The museum made an exception to the portrait the minute they saw it. They knew right away it was haunted and they placed it in the attic of the house. The Brooksville P.I.T. has a facebook and a youtube channel where they do one or two live streams a month focused on the spirits of the house including the picture. She is next to the back window of the attic live streams and a picture of the picture is below. I will do another story focused on the picture soon.

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Bill Presnell

11/23/2021