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“I was tied to a bomb that couldn’t explode me. I turned the target to the ones that aimed it at me as their target. My aim all along. Rapists.”

Article 7

Duration 1 paged read: 2 minutes.

It’s always fun to explode for me, but I decide h(er4)ow I will light up. With God. Where there is danger, there must be fire, because there is smoke. A BIG SMOKE.

When I was directly connected to explosives, I called it in and had myself exploited out of the apartment. Actually, they had me escorted out of the Queentower, the Koninginnetoren in Rotterdam, my hometown. Where I was hostaged by the 3 most dangerous rapists of this age in time, in the whole galaxy. Read article 6 for the full exposure of these 3 names and their crimes.

This article is about my escape. When I completely let myself be carried by God’s hands, in my own blood. Not the hands of those rapists.

I wanted to really feel like I was the most powerful woman in the tower, but God whispered something else, something different: “You’re the most important human this week. Everyone who has ever been raped, or raped anyone, will be able to know you and feel you. By name, by voice, by looks, and by face. The body that God made.” and I did feel the most powerful alien-human in this Universe, of the week of 8th of January, and now on May 15, 2026. I had the most horrific eyes on me that ever exist, and I had the most powerful eyes on me that ever exist. I felt like God made me, completely.

It’s honorable and self-honouring. When you decide to protect others, who are in pain, worry, stress, trauma, and survival-mode. I almost died on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th of January, but I allowed my assassinators to destroy themselves, so I wouldn’t have to do it.

I called the police everyday, because there were 20 hunters on the Queentower, assassinating me, with explosives, plumbers, leakers, killers, hitmen, and rapists.

They don’t just deal money together, they gamble on who gets it, and who doesn’t get it, gets killed and scapegoated. They will be seen as too weak for the job, to rape and kill me.

It was not a game for them, but it was for me, because I know who the winners and the losers are, already, before I ever stepped into the 62 assassination attempts. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve had more in this life.

I was counting 62 in the past 2 years of the starting months of 2024 to 2026. Before that, and during those years, I had other and smaller assassinators, coming from Mexico, Florida, Toronto, New York and California, that started in 2022.

For 4 years straight and non-stop, I had killers on my ass, and I was sure who they were, and I have managed to protect myself, and so can you.

We don’t always receive help from the people that we want close, to come and support us, sometimes they’re busy, distracted, focussed on something else, or they don’t want to see you or the people that you’re connected with. Most of the time, that is a good thing, because if someone isn’t equipped, chosen, or fit for the job, someone else must be.

I do protect the people that I care about, and I wouldn’t put them in a dangerous position where they’re not safe. If you are in a dangerous position, you can handle it with safety and the protection of God, and whoever is with God. You have grace to handle danger, and you have power to keep that strength. Even a witness observes from a distance what you’re going through, and that is also protection. Don’t ever think small of it. A spaceship of the Galactic Federation can see anything. What you do, what you think, what you feel, what you say, what you see, what you make, and what you’re about to do, in advance.

I had to find the one that was equipped to stand up for me and use their hands, voice, skills, knowledge, provision, and intuitive intelligence to act. Together with me.

When I left the Koninginnetoren, there was only one person that was able to handle it. If I didn’t reach out, there wasn’t a witness, no support. I could walk away any moment, but I cared about my belongings, that could fit in one garage. I don’t just value my art, I value my life and what belongs to me, that is rightfully mine. This could be because I paid for it, or I got it gifted, or that I put hard work in what I made, to get it, or something that I am still working on, that is a process of making. My belongings are part of me, and I don’t go anywhere without certain things, that I put in my sanctuary, my altar, my closet, my bag, my beauty, and my inner-looks. I worked really hard for my mindset to be as strong as it is, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to take what I own. Weather that is a business or an artpiece, or tools that I use, it is mine, and I will take it wherever I go. To use it.

So I texted and called a few close ones that I thought I trusted enough to help me, or even be a witness of my escape, and I allowed them to make a choice themselves. Well, everyone either ignored me, stayed with me from a distance, or spoke to me that they can’t and are busy with something else. I had no hard feelings, I just wanted to find the right one, and I did.

After I left, I carried my digital belongings and my art-, business-, and notebooks, and took my cat “MAD” with me, I went home, finally, after 1,5 year. I reached for a close friend, that I trusted before with my work, personal life information, changes, and transformations, and he actually showed up, by himself, and he borrowed a bus from his close friend, that I met when I also met him, and we picked up my belongings together. I’ve let all my stuff carry to the garage of the Queentower, by the owner of the apartment I stayed at and kind of lived with (he left me in the apartment alone for 1 year, of the 1.5 years), and so I had to ring zero bells and could just get in the garage of the Koninginnetoren without keys, without any interruptions. No one had to go to the 21st floor, which was a relief for me, and less burdened for my broken neck, ribs, broken knees, and other chronical health issues that I have. We didn’t need any more hands, because I can still use mine.

We drove to my new storage garage and put everything there safely, to store until I can move it again. This man is a hero in my story, and I expect my readers to honour him as a very strong protector, that has helped many people, especially women, getting out of dangerous connections, situations, and relationships. His name is Tim.

Thanks Tim, you will always be remembered and respected.

All I needed was a strong spirit, that had no fear to clean someone else’s dirt with me.

Clearing evil isn’t pretty, it’s a serious business, you don’t get paid for. You invest time in that, to save others and yourself, from evil, wrongdoings, and damage.

For the next.

With love, and danger,

Team FAFR

Written and published by RED, the Galactic Activator, on the 17th of May 2026. ©

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