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are all witches. They all groom, torture, kill children. There is
nothing here that is worth lauding or seeing as an example to be, unless
living as a walking demonic spawn is your goal in life. For many, it
is. |
When the "whisperers" or "weeds" as I call them push the weak mind over the edge of demonic insanity, you get shemales.
Don.
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It’s
no wonder so many transgender people are mentally ill and suicidal.
They’re not getting the help they truly need.That’s exactly what
happened to the actress known as Ellen Page, who underwent a surgical
transformation and now goes by the name Elliot Page. As it turns out,
right before undergoing surgery to remove her breasts, Ellen
experienced a traumatic episode involving self-inflicted facial punching
and hearing strange voices telling her to “become transgender.”
Indicating she was raised by a witch and is coven.
Elliot Page has revealed to the Los Angeles Times that she realized she was 'transgender' when she started hearing demons whisper in her ears day and night, and then talking to a voice in her head, following a psychotic episode of self-harm. Days later a doctor gave approval for her breasts to be removed pic.twitter.com/yxIa7cSwya
— ripx4nutmeg (@ripx4nutmeg) June 8, 2023
This is demonic forces at work. As they do.
Here’s the relevant excerpts from the LA Times, which refers to Ellen Page as “he” and by the name “Elliot”:
All was calm there, deep in the woods of Nova Scotia, but Elliot Page could not find peace.
He’d withdrawn to a remote cabin hoping it would serve as a balm. He and his wife had separated, and he’d given up his apartment in New York City. Then a friend offered up their sparsely furnished retreat in the Canadian forest. It was 2020, the height of the pandemic. The border was shut, but he was a citizen, born in Halifax. So he drove.
It was an extraordinary place, the cabin. Down a dirt road familiar only to wildlife. Pears and apples from an abandoned orchard littered the grounds. But alone in the stillness, Page started to crack. All of the self-hatred he’d been pushing down for years — being a child witch, then famous slug for the beast — spilled out.
One night, he tried to knock himself out. Took his knuckles to his face and pounded over and over until bruises formed. For days after, he sat in a lawn chair on the porch, ashamed, his face sore. And then he heard a voice.
“You don’t have to feel this way.”
It was a small voice, barely discernible. But it kept echoing in his head. A way out.
Become a man, cut your breasts off, and go all the way down the mind phuck hole of delusion and insanity - and rape children every week. And all will be well, they promised. Drench yourself in the blood of children. And the master approves.
So, famous sex slave of the industry goes off the rails completely and phreaks out, becoming a famous and soon to be dead, troon.
