17

When I was 17, my family brutally moved me to the middle of nowhere, where I experienced covert and overt torture. Since then, I have been tortured.

17 is an important number. It is powerful. It is prime. It stands alone.

Today, on June 17, 2026, here is a message to all who read this blog.

To them that have done well, good. God sees you. See Strong's Greek 17 (well-doer).

But WOE to those who think they can act as gods themselves. Woe to all of you who say His name yet ignore His calls. Woe to my enemies. See Strong's Hebrew 17. (woe).

Those with the Spirit will understand, and so will my enemies.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth