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ListenUp ago

The Hampstead Cover Up has been my main focus for 2 years, I started researching it instantly the moment I first saw the video the day they came out. I have been in secret groups, started fb pages, twitter accounts and a website. I have tons of screen shots of Dearman using stupid sock accounts he used to troll us, slip ups he made, important evidence, hidden links and so much more. I know where to find all of our hidden research because we were watched by him and the other abusers. There are DEFINITLY links between these cases. All of the activists in the UK have been silenced and CANNOT communicate about this case. I have been working my ASS off to get this out into the pizzagate arena. There are only 6 of us original researchers not in the UK that can tell you EVERYTHING about this case. This piece explains very clearly the connections between CF, Supreme Master Ching Hai and Dearman. Dearman did 16 voice-overs for Ching Hai, helped build one of her "centers" and even wrote a poem for her. If you need anything, just ask...I have it or know where to find it. Peace

Gumpgump ago

You are a disifo shill, Kris.

Don't anyone listen to this creep - she is working for the Satanists.

ListenUp ago

Lol, Look at @GumpGump projecting her filth onto me. Here you go, and you thought you could disrupt the DC researchers like you did Hampstead researchers...No way “And Still I Rise” You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. Maya Angelou