1776: They Will Care

This song is how I feel, until my death. I will never have someone else force their opinions on me.


Mass spying is essentially a meat market to the elite.

Pizza-gate is an iceberg, and America is covertly sinking.

This is my S.O.S.

Stay safe, this is a mind war.
email: shell.terry.poems@gmail.com for support

Until then please research: Cognitive Infiltration

Abraham Lincoln’s Killer Dreams

World. Hello.
Hello, American government
(You realize it’s a blog? Putting myself out there).

Shelby L. Hieter reporting from some defective soapbox. Blog never was news, but “fun” information posted here at the Anewwe’s Search for Eudaimonia (Eudaimonia means “happiness”). Obama’s nsa admin. decided to  spread lies about this “anonymous” blogger. Federal agents went as far as to spread the lie that I was being called “the queen of anonymous” … No. Not the queen of hacking… not even the queen of blogging.                       [[LONG STORY… REDACTED]]

This blog was a copy paste a lot of the time. Now I don’t feel comfortable sharing myself to the government, but that’s what being on the Internet is for the entire world. We are all sharing our insides with the government. They scraped my history to the bone. Scary shit. Why?:

Our government admitted to the harassment, stalking, and assassination of Martin Luther King JR., and so many more atrocities to peaceful changers and social justice workers, journalists, scientists, artists, etc.,etc…

This may be the last time I write a blog of this nature. Unfortunate as it’s my religious and political self being hated upon. I realize not many people read this blog, and I garnered heavy attention from the moguls I was reporting on —

Giants vs. Blogger
Blogger decides to run for office.

That’s right folks. Anewwe Evolve “Ani Wheat” is really just a girl named Shelby Lynn Hieter of Portland, Oregon, born September 22nd, 1985. I started this blog to follow “the yellow brick road” and now I’ve discovered the “Gordian Knot” of marionettes. Oh what fun to speak in metaphors, isn’t it?

Nobody knows, but the biggest readers of poetry is our National Security Agents. Hey dudes, I’m a poet, not a terrorist. Within is your own enemy, may you find peace.

Now, to the real reason I was going to blog about. ::WEIOWEE SIRENS:: Blogger blogging!!

SHOW & TELL: kittycatsmeow’ vote Shelby L. Hieter 2026 for POTUS2
Yesterday I learned that Abraham Lincoln believed that our dreams were gateways into spiritual warnings (premonitions). During his first term as President, he had a dream where he saw a double exposure of his own face. One was colorful, happy, healthy painting the other was pale and “looked like death.” The couple interpreted the dream as Abraham would die in his second year of office.

In his second term, he had another disturbing dream, in which he was wondering around the Whitehouse with people mourning and an open casket. He asked a man who’d died and the man said “The President.” Three days after the dream Abraham Lincoln was shot, and the rest is history.



The Light of my Life

Aww, if you missed the poem by Howard Moss, it’s called Front Street. And it’s so hilarious how much it pertains to the NSA’s collection of peace lovers.

David Bowie is one of the many lights of my life. I wish to share another poem that I’ve read recently. It pertains metaphorically to a predicament that I see. If I had more data to upload a video of me reading the poem, I’d do it, but I lack some data requirements, so you’ll have to read this poem. I let you interpret your own meaning:

by Thomas H. Vance

The air of the museum
Warns “Do not touch.” Propped still,
The divine statues wear
Sleep that could spring and kill.

That sinewy warrior, king,
Has waked, and stares in stone.
His eyes are beyond fear.
He ages; his mind is gone.

With a dead tongue he cools
The whispering visitors;
Around his niche, his cave,
The riveted city towers.

Around his marble arms
That crushed the fierce demon,
How cold through finicking glass
The atoms of light pour down.

Fabulous, finished and stripped,
For a great fall he stands:
He held up state and sky;
Hard time is on his hands.

He sees his shadow, nothing,
Etched on the scholar’s book;
Pressed with the print of death,
He is praised, but cannot speak.

But yet his majesty moves:
Stealing, hidden and still,
When midnight melts the walls,
He slips his pedestal.

O now he leaps to life
In shafts deeper than rock;
In rooms no city roofs
This conqueror cleaves the dark.

Magnificent in the night
He slays his spectral foes,
He wastes the astonished earth
And wounds the still shadows.

Bent, blind, he walks in blood;
Striding in sleep, nightmares,
Beyond the darkest pole,
He freezes, but still endures.

His proud arms, perilous thews,
Stiffen in silent stone.
The slow light threads his hands
That thrashed the lost dragon.

— by Thomas H. Vance


My inspirational desktop. My bullies have made me strong.The light of my life lingers in the hearts of all souls, and my abusers know that I choose love and (eventually) forgiveness. I cannot be bought. The gods of all beliefs are with me on one thing: the power of love. I am not a terrorist, but I sometimes call my cat one…–when he knocks stuff off the counter…!

I am a mellow bringer of peace, and my fingerprint upon humanity lives forever;
within my words are truth and beauty. Our souls will live forever. Our dreams are ours.
My government knows me better than my family. What a terrible revelation, because
my government has been known to murder peaceful people.

Please google search: gang-stalking and no-touch torture.It is a terrible offense to our countries beautiful dreamers and wonderful thinkers. Our scientists, whistleblowers, and bloggers (me) have and are being subjected to this illegal technique. It is the biggest threat to creative peaceful people of our planet. All Occupiers are not safe. I am an American, and a dreamer of love in all actions, but I was still subject to this terrible practice. Because I called the head of NSA “my fuzzy puppet” among many other things. Essentially, it’s a form of psychological blackmail, and it is very difficult to prove.

Please educate yourself of this historically illegal technique. It is an insult to Democracy, freedom, and justice. It’s what they did to Martin Luther King Jr. and they’re still doing it, and with complete collection, due to the NSA, it makes it very easy to psychologically torture a target. These people will be forgiven whenever they decide to stop torturing good loving citizens. Until it stops, I fear for the soul of humanity. Our evolution is being hindered and our freedoms have been fractured. Celebrities are probably most aware of these illegal techniques, but anyone who speaks out about it is subject to the abuse.

…I speak out about it because it was the worst experience of my entire life, and if I had known the terms “gang-stalking” and “no-touch torture,” then I would have been better equipped to speak to the doctors and case workers I was subjected to during my gang-stalking ordeal. Instead, my medical files will paint me as something that I am not. I am not a psychotic. I am a functional creative being, and love my art and ideas. I just don’t follow through with every project I do, because I love to do so many different activities… I am supposed to be writing a fantasy novel, but because I was just recently gang-stalked, I am distracted by what I now know. And with a $24K medical bill, I am sad and feel as if I am living in a metaphorical Nazi Germany. I am afraid to be me, because everything I do is monitored.
It feels terrible to be afraid to share, because I love to share. We are at a Catch-22, because my government let me know they could kill me at any minute, but they don’t. But I am left with the realization that America is in the dark about just how much control the secret police truly have.

If I tried to run for President, they’d probably just kill me, but I will try and reach the age to see. I will run in 2026, or whenever that is. Vote for Hodor. (you know that’s not my real name)
I do have a sense of humor dudes.
I’m not Anonymous.
I do forgive.
I’m still alive, but gang-stalking should be very much illegal.

Anewwe’s Search for Eudaimonia
Twitter: Shelby Hodor
Twitter: Anewwe Evolve



Listen to this man please. The information is important to keep yourself free. Literally, if you’re anti-corporation “community rape/pillage/imprison” activists or a grandma holding a sign or wearing a t-shirt with anything offensive to corporate world and capitalism, then you could be held in prison for any reason what-so-ever under whatever label they’d like to give you.

Grandma knitting a scarf that says “Fuck Your God” could be enslaved to fold prison underwear for as long as they keep knitting that goddamn scarf.

Dressed like a clown? These people want to drag away every last clown in site, because clowns are colorful and bring joy to adults and scare chicken-lilly pale children and cats. Clowns are the most wholesome thing since apple pie and strawberry tarts.

If you feel the need to wear a t-shirt that says “Divest” & on the back it said “In Grandma’s Pussy” with a little cat, like the ones “Hang In There” .. You could get dragged away before the police even see the back of the shirt! And if they did see the back.. well, they’d probably want to know where you’re grandma’s been hanging out.. or.. her number. Or..– Well, but they actually already have that don’t they? …Hmm.. .