The Janet Papers - By Janet Russon, Read by Geffon (A.I).

Janet started with O.U.R. and was involved with every aspect of Tim’s work. Notably, for these papers, she was in consistent contact with most of the women who conspired against Tim, long before their plan was hatched.

She is deeply intuitive and, through many conversations with many of these women (when they were still on Tim’s team), acquired a rich understanding of their state of mind and spirit. Of any other woman, no one is more qualified to comment on a dark campaign against Tim and his work, which crescendoed during the last 2 years

Part 1 - Weakness to Strength

“I give unto men weakness ….and ….if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them**.”**

God gives us weakness, but sometimes it’s not our own weakness that makes us grow, but the weakness and darkness of others.

To think that Mortenson and Rassmesson and their recruits - the Plaintiffs, initially believed that a set of convoluted allegations would pave a short road to the bank and possibly fame, is to know that they were escorted down that lane from first steps, by the Enemy, author of said scheme.

Enlisted and effortlessly puppeteered, each female and male betrayer fell for the rotting carrot dipped in gold, dangling before them. They would and did say anything to obtain that prize.

With "fingers and toes crossed", they hoped to settle. They huffed and they puffed to manufacture a whirlwind of salacious and sensational stories, largely penned by their captors, Mortenson and Rassmesson.

Were they trafficked? Yes. Were they manipulated? Yes. Assaulted? Yes!...but not by Tim, Katherine, Matt or me. Each, projected onto Tim, individual histories of accumulated rejections, scorn, immoral and covenant-breaking acts. They used harbored guilt to fuel delusional diatribes, mimicking Heidi's fictional fantasy; the vignette that bought her a settlement with O.U.R., and demanded the sympathy of David Jacobs, a key accomplice in this dark mission.

Duped and duping, they voluntarily signed a contract with their attorneys/traffickers, making Tim the target and perpetrator of a forgone conclusion. A myopic scheme to accomplish their monetary, political, and evil objectives was hatched, its DNA programmed to implode in 2 years time. We knew the genetic code was flawed and the lifespan short. We knew their Frankenstein would turn on it's creator. They, on the other hand, careless and haughty, failed to acknowledge the camouflaged expiration dates.

Though Heidi "won" (in her 200 square foot mind), the other women who thought the O.U.R./Tim Lottery was a team sport, would and will lose the Litigation Olympics. The media's muckracking has been eclipsed as predicted, by heroism and good works, unprecedented in the world, for the advocacy of trafficked children. We have only just crossed the threshold of that advocacy and rescue expedition on a new, universal scale.

Those who drooled over money spent in advance, now shrink and beg. Those poor women and men who anticipated accolades for a Swiss cheese story full of holes, stretch marks, and mold, now find themselves infamous and limping. They said too much and hung on too long. Now, we have shaken them from the tree.

No matter.

Thank you, we say to these women and men. Thank you for self-selecting "out" of the dugouts, the bunkers, the trenches, the rain. Thank you for the persecution that brought perspective and immunization. Thank you for the defamation that brought global exposure and networks. Thank you for the almost unbearable tears, troubles, despair, and ruin that birthed renewal, motivation, miracles, and indomitable souls. Isaiah 61:3 (He will make beauty from ashes)

We feel sorry for you. We pray for you. We hope you wake up. Until then, we praise God, to whom we feel intrinsically and experientially connected like never before. He rescued the rescuers. (We bow our heads before him.) He saved our scrappy souls, only wanting to do good in this world. (We cannot repay Him, but we can pay it forward.) He blessed in a language that only each of us comprehends. (We commune with our Confidant in prayer.)

He protected us with His pavilion, AFTER we were soaking wet from the storm of struggle, parched from the fire of refinement and frostbitten on the mountain of abandonment. (We call out to Him: “Redeemer, Savior, Hope of Israel, Friend”! And He answers.)

We can only strive to be more humble, temperate, Spirit-led, Christ-focused, observant, keen, ever thankful, wasting and wearing out our lives in the service of our God.

We can only hope that from these faith-building and faith-filling years, we will be so much more like Jesus. We see why God put us together and in every way, led this small battalion. We feel the change. So grateful are we, for each other and for all the hardship, which was but a small moment and IS for our good, and the good of all concerned.

Tattered and tried,...washed and purified, please, we pray. Because there is nowhere any one of these unlikely soldiers would rather be than on this front, at this time. What an honor to be amongst friends, such as these. On to victory!!!

Part 2 - Who is our Confidence In?

Jeremiah 17:7 …blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him”

I feel filled. Filled with the Spirit of Christ in His role as Defender, His role of Mediator, His role of Warrior. Our Savior was constantly in battle mode and mind, divinely endowed with a hypervigilance that included drone-like detection of any disturbance in the Force.

He knew the end from the beginning, yet he followed the script and played His part, directing disciples and followers to do the same. Even when his steps were quiet, His voice loving and subdued, He never could let His guard down. He knowingly and voluntarily walked the battlefield, on every sandy street, shore, and path- An ambush constantly poised to pounce, accuse, attack, capture, yet, he was mightier beyond earthly provision, beyond mortal vision, than all the enemies of the Universe. They knew he was different. They just didn't know how...and how different.

WE have this manifestation of Christ the Lord with us. We do. Believe it. He knows the individual hell each of us has emerged from. He knows we wept- with hearts bottomed out, grieved on every side, troubled, confused, weary, and almost without hope, not only and because of this imposed litigation and lawfare but also on account of our individual heartaches and heartbreaks.

The fiery spears of the Adversary continue to be thrown at each of us, relentlessly. And notice how the pace of miracles now mimics the gains on the scoreboard of attacks. Yet, the side of right and goodness has established an unstoppable momentum, catching up and surpassing the initially impressive opponent.

Crowds and masses of ancestors and angels are cheering loudly from Heaven, piercing the earthly veil of noise. Listen. You will hear them in your prayers and in your sleep. We have passed the "tie" and are well into the "win.” All this because the greatest cause to fight for was and is, taken up and taken on, no matter what weaponry was used to annihilate the Crusade.

The light of divinity in a child, his essence and innocence, her virtue and chastity, must be protected and preserved from the vampiristic, parasitic predators inhabited by unclean spirits. We are enlisted in that army, and that war, and God is showing us His arm, His hands, His eyes. I believe He will reveal Himself, head to toe, and is doing just that, daily, in this camp, for these campers...and for others, in similar, parallel encampments- extinguishing the same nemesis around the world.

In the dawn of this miraculous "lifting", almost to the summit, we hold hands with each other and all those on this hill defending and rescuing the defenseless. God is good. God is pleased, and it is not only His voice that I hear or the eyes of Jesus that I see, but those also of Mary, welcoming without words,..."Well done".