A small group of those in Jewish intelligence groups, predicted the attacks that happened on 9/11/2001 in New York, years before they happened.
In 1991, Anna, an American student, was lured outside a settlement in the West Bank, Israel and was used in a brutal ritual. Her trauma hormones were used through the nineties to cause mass trauma through terrorist attacks and the media followup.
When Anna finally picked up the courage to tell her family what had happened to her, an investigation was started that revealed the shocking plan to stage terrorist attacks on US soil using the terror trophy of trauma hormones taken from an American citizen.
From devastation to finding new life and true love, this book tells Anna's story, and Coffee's who waited for her.
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Described in this book are some of the methods used by the deep state players to 'run' media stories to terrorize the population to keep it psychologically disadvantaged and susceptible to suggestion.
The industry that procures, distributes and uses trauma hormones from humans is introduced as Anna found out about them.
This industry was infiltrated by Anna's family and friendly intelligence groups in an attempt to play them at their own game and restrict the use of her hormones to cause terror.
The imitation of real humans in the media to do subconscious telecasts to others humans, promoting deep state agendas is also described.

Written by a survivor of ritual abuse with 38 years of first hand experience observing very close the operations of those who market and use trauma hormones, this is the second book in the 'Wheelwork' series. Book 1 - Sara In The Wheelwork - is available at the following link:
https: //www.amazon.com/dp/1797078925/
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For all that, life is about love. Love conquers all.
When you're new born you want to go everywhere and see everything. You want to climb the mountain and stand on top of the world. You want to turn in the waves and float on endless horizons free.
Then you think it is your dream and you go and do all that.
And you love it and you plan to do it again.
And then some day in the quietness of your dark room you find that all those feelings you chase after, and all those that come on the way to and from them, that they're all in one place, in one person.
The consummate whole of life - the bus rides, the train tickets, the phones and the computers, the bags and the toothbrushes, the smell of the airport lounges and the hotel rooms - the places you worked and slept and cooked and ate and saw sunrises and sunsets; all the clothes you wore and the shoes you threw and the things you left behind, and all the things you wrote and the pictures you took, the hair brushes and the trinkets... everything... all of your life... the wrappers of cookies and old socks and cardigans... everything; the sum of everything is not equal to how you feel when you see that one face.
All of life is nothing. It's him or nothing.--------