Daughter of the Revolution

This is an academic and lineage sorority started on The East Coast for female descendants of the passangers of the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria. My great great grandmother and family were on the Pinta. No one else of these passangers exist. Her name was Enna (pronounced Anna) and her family was then slaughtered by Cherokee Natives because they were Swedish royalty. She returned to Sweden defeated and became kind of a mystical authority. She found my grandfather King, named James, in that time and space, of Russian royal log connected to St. Petersberg. They then had Annalise, my great grandmother, and SHE became THE QUEEN. She then fell in love with a dapper Russian named Joseph Stalin. A general from birth, his qualities led to a whirlwind romance here and abroad. They were detected after having 6 children, one named Joseph, and were called by world authority to Hibbing, MN, where royals were living and miscenginating with HOBO's in that community. They were detected in Sweden as Swede Royalty with a Russian, not of her royal tree, and a practitioner of active genocide, and they thus forced the LAPLANDERS, at gunpoint, to take them out through FINLAND. They then journeyed through Ellis Island and just registered as AnnaLise and Martin Muenter (her last name), and were allowed to register the children as born in Hibbing, MN. He practiced genocide HERE and abroad and was the ONLY genocidal expert on the planet at the time. He portalled into Hitler's cell and gave him the blueprints for apocolyptic army and thus genocide in view of all world colony. It kept the wizardy "artistic" genocide at Magadan functioning well and with precision. I am now the only daughter of the revolution. Other females, with the proper lineage, were too genocidal for them to be. I guess I speak to the spirit of Joseph today and step back from the fraternity and sorority depravity of a dream last evening. No wonder they stalked me in college and I closed the portal colony of ATO for the entire university system WHILE on campus with the Vice President of that national fraternity living with a key to my dorm room right across the hall as the Residential Advisor. His name was Chris Danielson, I believe.