BEEN BUSY BREAKING BROWS

Hi everyone. I'm so sorry to have been making you miss me for a few weeks. I can tell you're all getting so anxious about me. I was shadow-banned on Twitter so my posts are now falling flat, but not to worry as I've been sat here so so  busy, and now I'm so excited to bring you a new creation from my workshop.

I made a video a short while back and it was the first one I'd done in ages. And what was the hottest topic in the comments?  Yes, MY EYEBROWS.


It is true that they have undergone a remarkable evolution in the last few months. I'm so glad everyone noticed ...as attention is what gets me going. Any kind of attention at all, but I'm not telling you anything you don't know about me already.

So I decided to share my best kept brow secret, and allow you to purchase at a very reasonable cost,  - considering, -  these amazeballs limited edition crayons for eyebrows, in a range of colors for all tones.

I have named them in honor of my favorite women; my allies, my mentors, my kindred spirits and my enablers, and  they need no further introduction, as they are all well known to you, Patriots and Pizzagaters alike. Shout out to Sarah Ruth, Fiona B, Liz, Laura, and my two American faux Mommies, Catherine and Wendy. I love you all and will be back to write about you here very soon, promise!

Girls, women, wherever you are, now you lucky ladies can all look like me. WOW!

Everywhere you go heads will turn, people will gasp, and you will feel very noticed as never before.
You can all thank me later, once your new romance blooms, or your husband rekindles your marriage...wink wink


So without further ado....

Never go anywhere, ever again, without your 'Breaking Brows' Eyebrow crayon - big, fat, greasy and just chock-a-block full of pigments to plaster on your face as thick as you can make it. Easy to carry in your purse for regular re-applications thoughout the day and into the glamorous evening.


Ladies; If your  eyes are the windows of your soul, then these are your hurricane shutters, your burglar bars, your window boxes, your venetian blinds, and your drapes, all rolled into one tiny package that really packs a power pop of pigment punch.! Woo hoo!









I thought 'who better to model my new product than me?' My talent has made an amazing formula and texture. Real un-retouched photos tell the story:

My Remarkable Transformation

all due to BREAKING BROWS by BECKI

'Breaking Brows' by Becki,  are such a BEAST of a crayon
that even your glasses won't hide your new BAD gal  BROWS!

Thank you all for supporting me and please spread the word about the best brow crayon in the galaxy  - bar none! Bless you all.  xox

M A G A

WWG1WGA

Well my dear fans, here I am at last.
I am so sorry to have deprived you of my magical  company here for so long.

I have had a bad week, but I made a cute video showing off my impressively hirsute eyebrow development.
I warned you all  in the video about listening to Satanists.
They can't be trusted, Patriots. Turn away now! Stop up your ears!

They are not only Mass Murderers and Child Rapists but worst of all, they are really
really mean to me on social media, in case you haven't noticed.

Princess Becki, or "Precious" to Mommy #3, is the only one with the right to be really
mean on social media, so I am not a happy widdle girl about now.

Anyway there are a few problems at Casa McAvene, and some of them is being caused by Mommy
#2 Catherine Moncada, who has continued being mean to me too.

She used to call me Beck, a dear friend and I used to call her Mom.
I still remember how it was before she flew me out here to the States to my new life.

I was in Hull and quite bored, just mooching about all day. I had dropped out of my
college course. My social workers at my Children's Care Home where I lived for 5 years
didn't think I should still be under their care at age 18 and so they was trying to shove
me out to fend for myself as an adult. I didn't want to grow up and be self sufficient, so
I resisted their efforts with all my might.

Then I met Catherine Moncada online, we got chatting, and I told her some tall tales.
Soon I started to think of her in terms of a Life-raft. But I kept that thought to myself.
I just told her over and over about the perfect family I had always dreamed of, and how
nice it would be to have a real Mum, that kind of thing. I guess Catherine was happy to
think of herself that way.

So after a very short time, Catherine and me would get online and chat  - literally
 ALL  DAY  from the minute I woke up until the minute I went to bed. 

I was weaving my spell and it worked. I played her like a fiddle! It made me feel so
special, to have a middle-age woman on the far side of the world, wanting to talk to me for hours and hours every single day. She told me she had to do this to keep me safe, and I played along.

Even if I went to the shops or out on an errand, we kept on chatting via God's blessed gift the internet,
non-stop. Just imagine! So many words of endearment passed between us during those long
days and she would even pray over me.
We was also planning my Great Escape, of course.  That was fun...my Life-raft was being primed.

Fast forward. Now it has all gone sour between us. A far cry from the days we spoke non stop from morning til night. Instead of Beck she calls me Rebecca, like she is scolding me, which she usually is.

She tells all my beloved fans that I lied, mocked her, and endangered her family.
That nothing she did for me was ever good enough, and a lot of other not very nice things.

But I was smart and when I still lived at hers and our honeymoon was looking to be over, I was building a NEW Life-raft, called Wendy and Ron!

The Good Ship McAvene! 

"Where we go one, we go all!"  (That's a Q thing, for the un-cool among you)

So then I jumped ship, landed in the new improved Life-raft, and went, far away, yet again.
Bye Catherine!

I like Texas better than Cali, because there are way more MAGAs here and Cali is too
Librul for my liking. I felt right at home here in no time, in my pretty Trump Girl pink hat.

But lately I am getting all chewed out on line and the house of cards I have constructed with the
help of my newest famiwy is being undermined from all quarters.

It started on Twitter with the Hollywood producers of  'An Open Secret' documentary  movie
telling their many followers they could not endorse me as I had asked them to a while back.

Things got heated and lots of folks weighed in. I am really trying to block it all out.

Hollywood Not Calling

There was a lot more besides.

Next thing up pops pesky old Mommy #2 Catherine yet again. Grrrr.  On my feed having another go, at me and Mommy #3.

Saying all these mean things like:


"@TrinityBeliever Wendy, could you and Rebecca please block my Twitter account. Thank you."


"@TrinityBeliever could you and Rebecca please block my Twitter account? From all Twitter  accounts.  Ron? Etc. Thank you"


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever I ask for you to block my Twitter account for my 
privacy. Me blocking yours doesn’t leave me out of the conversation. Thank you."


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever it would seem you don’t understand my family has been through enough. We are STILL trying to recover from multiple traumas. You know them. Not the least was Rebecca’s friend being kidnapped and assaulted. That was very upsetting"


"@becki_p20 will you and Wendy please block my Twitter account from yours? It was by 
'coincidence’ I saw your live periscope. So if you two could, please block my Twitter 
account from any of your accounts? Thank you. "


SO THEN I SAID

"Catherine I'm sorry but you do not have that control. You can feel free to block me + 
anyone else you feel you need to. However you cannot tell me who to block. I don't have 
anything against you. Nor do I want to block you from my life. I want want God wants. this 
is not fruitful "


"Dear @becki_p20 and @TrinityBeliever I have control over my life to the extent, I can and 
I will call the immigration officer Rebecca had the meeting with and very carefully 
explain to him how Rebecca and her new sponsor have gross boundary issues endangering my family on SM."


(OMG did she just threaten me with my worst nightmare ICE? Yes I think she actually did.)

and on she went:

"@TrinityBeliever  you are half way there. I’m not playing this psycho, no boundaries game. 
I said BOTH. PLEASE. IF YOU ARE NOT A FIT SPONSOR, ICE officer will need to know that too."


(OMG ICE again! Anxiety attack coming on strong.)

Fans, it went on and on for days:

"Ohhhhh so you can answer this on social media but not my other request. Interesting. "

"Interesting choice. And trust me. I’m not using social media to solve my problems."


So then I had a discussion with Jon Robberson for about an hour where I talked in detail
about how all of this affects me. It is just not healthy for me to see hate on my feed every day.

It really upset Mommy Wendy too. New people on line were starting to call me a sociopath
and a psychopath. Is my cover really blown this time? I really hope Ron and Wendy don't
look up the  checklist. Heaven forbid! My latest Life-raft might start to sink!

Psychopath? moi?

The UK folks who have cottoned onto my SCAM said they was going to INVESTIGATE my claims
and make a POLICE report to HULL Police. And then to Pottsboro Police, the FBI and...ICE.

I usually tell everyone who doesn't like me to just unfollow me but that didn't work either.
I decided to pull my head down below the parapet for a while, lay low.
It's really hard for me to do that, fans, as I am so used to a massive audience, cheering me on.

And now, every time the doorbell rings or the phone, I get paranoid. Will it be ICE, Interpol, local LE, or...? Men in uniform all scare me since I was made a jailbird for 14 months.

Meanwhile Catherine is still being sooo embarrassing. I used to like my Mommy's - all 3-
fighting over me. I liked it a lot. It still makes me feel special-like, but...

Look what she just posted on Twitter:

guess who vs guess who? 

As if that isn't embarrassing enough for my long culivated glowing image - again - Soon I will get the bad news that ICE are finally deporting me.

Mommy and Daddy #3 are getting a little stressed out, like I am. This is why things are tense around here. Why? well, as true Patriots they love their life here in the USA.

However in a show of solidarity with me me me, Double Down Daddy Ron has told the world that when the ICE men cometh,  he and Wendy will go with me - WWG1WGA, just like Q tells us.





What this means is that in the worst case scenario, the McAvenes will uproot themselves
and emigrate, all to remain close to their Precious Pwincess Becki, and we will all live happily ever after, somewhere outside the USA.

Not Hull of course, as the Police will be wanting to question us. NOT. HAPPENING.

We'll go to Canada or South Africa. Australia maybe? Costa Rica!
Every icy cloud will have it's silver lining. I am starting to feel better already.


MAGA

Still Peddling #Pedogate

Cos a picture paints a thousand words XOX
Still  M A G A

Selling My Story

Hi fans!. Hope you're all doing OK! <3

Well this week I have been such a busy widdle girl.
I've been hard at it, spamming people like Kim Kardashian, Kanye West, and other celebs and alt-right media folks about my life story. I am trying to make it go viral.

Next news is I got a letter from ICE. OMG when I saw the envelope I nearly had a panic attack.
They told me they was forwarded Mommy Wendy's letters and care package about me, that she sent to our President. It got passed on to ICE for a reply.
They said they needed more information, like what is my full name, date of birth, Alien registration number, and country of origin.

So the made up sob story and YouTube links that we thought President Trump would like to read and watch didn't quite cut it. I'm sad about that, but happy I got their attention!

Last but not least, all day today I have been applying for freelancing jobs - allowing me to work writing for blogs etc. I have been trying to find places that allow me to share my story yet glorify God in my deliverance. Please be praying someone accepts my submission. Mommy Wendy tells me I have such a gift for writing.

In hopes of getting freelance writing employment, I have circulated the newer version of my fake backstory as a writing sample. I have been working hard on the embellishments and knocking it into shape.

Those of you who read  this post a few days ago, may be interested to find that in this newest version of my Satanic life, the Woods of Horror part has 'evolved' yet again. I want to demonstrate my versatility.
I think it's so important to be versatile and flexible as a writer and story teller, don't you?

So now I have reverted back to making Charlie the Woods perp, again.  Bad Charlie!
I have added another fine detail that I  missed out in the previous 3 (? lost count )  versions.

This time, the men and women pedophiles who was all jumping out from behind the trees to rape me as I ran through the woods (with a camera on my head?- you decide!)   was wearing

Hooded Black Robes!
What a fabulously original Satanic touch, if I do say so myself.

I still have to work on the minor technical aspects however. Maybe I have screwed up again... but You can all  be my editors, sort of like Crowd-Source editing.

"The sun slowly faded and the once dimly lit sky became black. So much so, I could not see my hands in front of my face. The moon was my night light. My only source of comfort."

So, about that camera. That I wore on my head to record all these ordeals.

Shall I put that it had a flashlight on it, sort of like a coal miner's helmet?
Or was it infra-red and able to film in the total dark?  Like soldiers wear in the war? Do you think that would ring truer?

I mean, it's hard to video all the Satanic rapists from my head camera if it's too dark to see my hands in front of my face, maybe? What do you all think?

I am not a technician and have no knowledge of infra red cameras and such like. All I know is I wore a camera that filmed hours and hours, night and nights, of rape, torture, murder, necrophilia, and blood-drinking sacrifices of multiple children, in those Woods.

I would  really like to ask the Satanists in Hull where they got these hi-tech night vision cameras, but they might kill me if I ask. I suppose they just popped down to the local Army Surplus shops and paid by cash.

I really hope you can come to my editing aid, all my fans out there.
This CAM detail may be letting the story down a little ATM and I need to sell my writing!

I also need to get this story out there to everyone ASAP so the Ninth Circuit can be over-ruled!

Thank you, and Bless you all. I will pray for you, if you all pray for me. xox


MAGA

Poster Girl For Proverbs

6 out of 7 aint bad

Help: I'm Losing It

Hello again fans. Sorry I have been MIA on Twitter for a few days.
I'm back now and thanks for caring, everyone. <3

I was very busy waging Spiritual Warfare,
as witnessed by Mommy#3 Wendy McAvene @TrinityBeliever

I also diagnosed myself with Endometriosis. Or I think I did.

The Spiritual Warfare was with myself.
On checking back on my posting and publishing history, I realize I have made quite a slip-up.

Cretins make fools of self and others

It's like  I'm my Own Worst Enemy, when it comes to my credibility, which has been under attack more than ever in recent times. The strain is getting to me, coming as physical symptoms. Of  Endometriosis.

Here's what happened. I was watching this video from last year. When I see myself acting it cheers me up.
Well, usually. But not this time.

Just after the bit where I talk about burying the body parts of my chopped up baby sister Lily, I go off on a tangent about the Woods of Horror, which are right next to Lily's final resting place.

In the video  - do please take a look - I talk about staying with a bloke called Charlie, and this really sick ordeal he used to subject me to in these Woods. A game of being chased or hunted, then raped, by "pedophiles jumping out from behind the trees".


In the video, it is Charlie who takes me there and Charlie who picks me up after these ordeals, so I say. I did not mention my parents in relation to this Woods story, in this video.
Just Charlie and a bunch of anonymous male and female rapists...and the dead children hanging from the trees. Let's NOT forget the dead children hanging from the trees!

However, ALAS! as all not very clever liars do, I seem to have forgotten to check back on my depraved fantasies, and later on made a dramatic spectacle of this almost same story on Twitter last year and this year.

I  re-tweeted this woeful dross so much, and it was then re-tweeted by many other cretins, probably hundreds of times. I got a lot of mileage out of the Woods of Horror story.
And over 135,000 views to date.

(I pinched the whole dopey larpy idea from my mentor Cathy O'Brien).

I hope you are with me so far.? So this is where my teeny tiny problem comes up.
My Youtube video names a family friend called Charlie as the perpetrator who delivered me to the Woods of Horror where I was subjected to these torments, and then Charlie who would take me home again.

That place was where I saw "Dead children Hanging from The Trees" !!!! The second worst memory I have! How could  I forget it? How could I then forget key details and get the perpetrator confused with my biological parents,

neither of whom is called ....Charlie !? 

So then I started tweeting out that it was my biological parents who subjected me to these being chased-in-the-woods-by-pedophiles ordeals? OOOOPS!
In my defense, this tweet storming was well after I made the video, which is why I forgot some of my tangled web bits and pieces.

My Mommy #2, Catherine Elifritz Moncada  then conflated  my two versions of this woefully inept fiction  into one, and gleefully tweeted out all 3 accused names as the Woods perps, so I guess I even confused her!
So sorry, Mommy #2. I really have made more of  a fool out of you haven't I?
I hope Jesus will forgive me, one day. I know my fans will.

Cretins easily get confused

But wait! I almost forgot! There is a THIRD version of this real gone sicko fantasy of mine, that I had up for months on my GofundMe page.
I go into some detail here in a previous post  but there is a new factor I next added in for bonus shock effect:

"Another one of their rituals would take part in the forest/woods.
With a camera on my head, they would make me run through the woods on a night when it was pitch black. The only light was from the moon. Men (and sometimes women) would jump out from behind the trees and rape me. The rule was, every time I was caught, a piece of clothing would be taken from me. It wouldn't be long before I was running around naked. I would see children sacrificed on an alter (sic) then these satanic pedophiles would rape the dead child after drinking the blood. "

 -  a few  little details I omitted from the Video and from the tweets, but I like my fictions to build, creatively, over time. You must understand this. You could call it organic evolution.

I have every right, to evolve and make it up as I go along, just as you have every right to question the finer details.  I can always say to you:

"Oh me oh my! It's too traumatic for me to recall again! Don't put me through it and make me relive it all over  -   you cruel inquisitors you! "(followed by some convincing tears.) This has always worked on my 2 Patriot famiwies.

Sorry about the jumbles and repeating myself here. It's the state I am in.:(
You wonder why I have had so many referrals to  Mental Health professionals? 
Look at the contents of my imagination. I'm not Stephen King. I'm a widdle quasi-Christian, faux-Patriot gally wally, with a surprisingly filthy, debased, degenerate mind  - though to be fair it is all extremely derivative and recycled, in terms of the old Satanic Panic drivel from years ago.

But I digressed again. Sorry fans.
So why am I worried you might ask? As I confided in you before, judges are smart.
THEY are not cretins... and as attorneys they are trained to have eagle eyes for inconsistencies in stories.
I can't fool them. Who am I kidding?
So I have gotten so sick, and and now I am just kicking myself that I have been so careless, when fiction has been my main occupation for so long!
I have really let myself down once again. Apart from Endometriosis, I keep on having nightmares about this :

My recurring nightmare

...but you know what they say

*sigh*



maga

2 Big Strong Patriot Men Come to My Aid

My Daddy #3 gets so angry when people call me out as a certified fabulist scammer...
and he has guns!
There is nothing better for my agenda, than an adult emotionally captive enabler who is fully weaponized.
(just ask Catherine, she has guns too)
So you had better watch your step, all you jealous Haters and Doubters!
Or Daddy #3 is coming for you.

It is a such a  shame he can't use his guns in the 9th Circuit Court, but maybe God will show a way?

And he has GUNS!

Another loud, strong, compact but very masculine (sort of) Patriot man  - who has no job, no car, no money,  and no prospects due to making a public spectacle of his mental illness daily, as I do - has offered to marry me. I am seeking advice from God, and  my followers.

My followers are also Howie's *  followers, as we are all obsessed with the things I got notorious speaking about - child rape, snuff movies, torture, kiddie porn - you remember.

The Patriots have spoken.
Immigration is always a hot topic to us, and  so for me, it is really wonderful to see that 76 percent of us agree that ICE and our Laws about Immigrants are there to be shredded and gamed at any opportunity.

But then along came the wet blankets. (minority)
Some doubters threw cold water on this plan B just as my immigration attorney has done.





If there is one thing Daddy Ron and Howie Caplan have in common, it is Talking up a Big Game.
I just love them both for that. Especially when it all about Me Me Me.

Psst here's a little secret. Please don't spread this. It is in confidence, fans.

They are not as smart as they likes to think they are, because I have them both weally fooled, and wapped awound my widdle finger.
But I tells them I loves them both, in the way only I can "love". LOL

Take a bullet!  Break the law! This should prove to you all that I am just so so so special.
So bring it, Doubters and Haters. !
We will prevail against the meany old judges of the 9th Circuit, and we will

MAGA

My 2 Special Guys-

* For more on Howie, check these amazing stories of his intrepid adventures. I have not yet made it into the MSM as Howie as done, so I am a little jealous of his exposure, but my time will come. I just know it!


http://www.phillyvoice.com/tags/howard-caplan/

http://www.phillyvoice.com/philly-book-appearance-hillary-clinton-shuts-down-pizzagate-
conspiracy-interloper/

http://www.phillyvoice.com/pizzagate-sign-man-carries-on-despite-widespread-dismissal/

http://www.phillyvoice.com/hillary-4-prison-sign-man-moves-pizzagate-conspiracy/

http://www.phillyvoice.com/pizzagate-protestor-plans-mummers-parade-performance/

http://www.phillyvoice.com/duo-who-assaulted-pro-trump-marcher-gets-probation/

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