Sincerely, Jennifer x

Operation Shepherd – Evidence File 1357.

Transcript of now removed TikTok live stream from Angela Plately – Dated March 16th 2023.

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If they had heard him, then they would say he was crazy, but I knew something that they didn’t.

I could see his vision.  

I could see it in the faces of strangers. I could see it in the glittering raindrops. I could see it in the songs of the birds. 

It was beautiful. 

It is six AM, and the early birds are all awake, watching the sun rise as our screens buffer. My stomach rumbles, and it flutters. I am hungry, nervous, exhausted but wide awake. 

I have been waiting so long. I’ve been a child, waiting with wide eyes, an ingénue with wider eyes still, and now, I am a crone, with a sleepy stare, finally seeing the truth collapse from the heavens to this unclean world, to set us free. 

It is time. After the longest wait, it is finally time. The streets are empty, with the exception of a handful of leaves sweeping by, lost in the wind. The worms are fast asleep, with no idea of what awaits them. The morning has been unable to contain herself, stretching wide across the sky with a knowing yawn and a big smile. 

There are piles of puke littered around the room and our hands are scratched and sore, but we are still in good spirits. Our heads pound, ringing like church bells as the seconds slip by, but the pain is a sign. It tells us that there is not much longer to wait. 

I have been waiting for my entire life, knowing a secret that I could barely contain. The world has gone on around me, unaware that a saviour walked among us, but I knew. 

We knew. 

We have always known, and after the longest time, so would they. 

I am in the embrace of my brothers and sisters. We huddle around the screens, watching tearful, fearful newsreaders stumble through briefings that they never thought they’d have to read. Their eyes are blotchy, and puffy, but there is nothing to cry about. 

The pain is over. The world will be bright and beautiful again. It is finally time. 

It will be something special. Something beautiful. 

It will be beautiful to burn. 

My Shepherd is shared, but I know that he loves me best. I am his special one. His beautiful one. When we are free, I shall be his bride, just as he has always promised. 

The Earth must be cleansed first, so that we may have our Kingdom, and then, everything will be perfect, more wonderful than any of us could ever imagine. 

He is ancient power, intertwined with indescribable beauty, and he chose me. He chose our fate, and this time, and now, all of the world will be blessed with his kind kiss. 

The emissary below the sea is awake, and as the morning rain fell, and the sun struggled to crawl closer, he was broken, and we were born. Our Shepherd helped him to fulfil his duty, and now, we will all be free. 

I cry for those who had never known our sweet Shepherd, watching them from the window as they rush from their homes, dancing a jittery jig down the street, screaming along with the siren. 

Don’t cry my friends. There is no need to cry anymore, because we will be free. 

This is the end, and when it ends, we will be free, just like he promised. 

No pain. No sadness. No obligation. Just freedom, as we have always needed. 

Some of the people are afraid to be free. I can see that. They make a fuss, and fumble with their final three minutes, as if there is something that can be done, but not me, I’m watching them wander, and waiting for happiness. 

It will come. It has to, because it was promised, and while I am but a wretch of this cursed, cruel Earth, I have the potential to be happy. I can be reborn as something better. I can be free, at his hand. I just know I can. 

Just as he whispered to me, all those years ago. 

“Put your boy in the cadets Angela.” 

I bore our Shepherd a child before he had even laid his hands upon me. I was his immaculate lover, and together, we took a child, and made him the builder of the new world. 

He has loved me all of my life, in a way that nobody could understand, finding me as a fawn, telling me of his plans and letting me lead the way. He needed me, you see. I’m special. I could bring him something that nobody else could. 

He needed the boy, and my body lived to serve him. 

First, the cadets, then onto the Navy. Up the ranks, always with the mission in mind, but it had to be a secret. Always a secret. My boy was a good boy, and I knew he couldn’t be trusted until it was time. 

Oh, but now he is an emissary, my sweet, soft boy has become a man at last, encouraged by the one who saved me, reborn and reinvigorated. 

I am so proud. 

He was writing me letters at the end. I haven’t seen them, but our Shepherd says that my Son has the rosiest cheeks, and the sorest skin, because he has been working hard to free us all. 

When he told me that, I had never been prouder, but just now, high up in the sky, I saw a star, at six AM, spreading across the sky, so bright, like the eyes of a God or the faraway fires of Hell. 

If I could add one more thing to this moment, it would be to finally see my Shepherd. He whispers to me, and his voice is my nectar, but his eyes have always eluded mine, and before we go to the new world, I would give anything to see him, just once. 

He is so satisfying in the shadows, and sometimes, as his voice wraps around me, I can almost feel the heat of his hands about my waist. 

Let me feel it, my love. 

Embrace me. 

Caress me. 

Adore me, as the sky falls. 

It’s falling now. Breaking apart, and the air is the warmest thing I have ever felt. 

I think I will sleep now, satisfied in my thoughts of his arms, because I am due to burn, and then, to be born. 

I will have the sweetest dreams now. The softest, sweetest dreams.