About Phoenix Uprising
Phoenix Uprising begins here with my story—
and ends with a new Earth, where truth, transparency, and tolerance reign. This isn't politics. It's spiritual warfare.
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Hi. I’m Mother Phoenix.
Those who tried to cage my fire and colonize my mind call me Chloe Hill.
I’m a survivor of… a lot.
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In January 2025, I spoke up for the first time.
The system struck me down.
But I rise again—this time, armed with what they cannot take: unbreakable spirit.
My Ancestry
I come from a bloodline marked for hunting.
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Tracing my maternal lineage leads to a woman known only as Ellen, who immigrated from Ireland. I believe she was trafficked—bred and used in sex magic rituals, just like me.
It's worth noting that I've never seen baby photos of myself—aside from a single image of me swaddled alone in a hospital blanket. Despite repeatedly asking my parents over the years, no other photos from my infancy have been shared. My earliest memory is not of warmth or safety, but of cold metal bars and a gut-deep dread—of being caged, both in body and spirit. I've always carried a quiet suspicion in my bones: that I may have been stolen.
Assuming my "parents" are my biological parents, my lineage dates back to the early 1700s—among the first British and Irish settlers in what would become the United States, decades before the nation’s founding. From the earliest days of British colonization, these bloodlines helped build the country—and infiltrate it. The systems of power we see today were seeded by these ancestral networks, embedding themselves into the architecture of government, religion, commerce, and control.
Both sides of my family have deep ties to the Free Masons—a secret society many have heard of, but few truly understand. At elite levels, this network is involved in ritual abuse, including human and animal sacrifice, cannibalism, and other unspeakable acts.
My History
As a small child, my parents sold me to a sub-program of MK Ultra called Project Monarch—a government-backed initiative targeting children with so-called “royal” or spiritually significant bloodlines. The aim? To fracture the psyche through trauma so deeply that it splinters, creating dissociative identities (“alters”) that can be programmed and controlled.
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The goal is total erasure of the self: a child reduced to a robotic asset, monitored and manipulated by intelligence agencies in coordination with secret societies like the Free Masons.
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Each relationship in my life was not by accident, but by design—each handler passing me to the next. For most of my life, I believed these relationships were real. I thought I was falling in love, building friendships, living freely.
In truth, I was the punchline in carefully orchestrated humiliation rituals. The cruelty was cloaked in intimacy, the betrayals camouflaged as connection.
But I was not made to be handled.
And against all odds, I am remembering my story.
My Present
I’m telling my story now at age 35 because I’m a mother—to two daughters who share my bloodline.
Their father, a wealthy and well-connected handler, entered my life before I had recovered enough to see the truth. But when the memories came back—when I began to set boundaries and protect myself and my children—
the system struck back with a new level of force.
The escalation began with the suspicious death of my former would-be father-in-law in January 2024—“would-be” because my ex and I were never legally married, though we share children and years of entanglement. Since that time, my abusers’ efforts to control and silence me have escalated dramatically—activating resources from the CIA, FBI, military, judiciary, law enforcement, and politicians affiliated with covert networks like the Freemasons, Knights Templar, The Order, Bohemian Grove, and Illuminati.
This global cabal operates in the shadows—on the dark web and beyond—functioning as a syndicate of ritual abuse and spiritual control. For the past 18 months, they have subjected me to extraordinary levels of psychological and physical torture.
But I am not broken.
My faith is strong.
I am still here.
I will not be silenced.
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My Daughters,
My Mission
As part of the campaign to silence and punish me, my handlers have used the legal system as a weapon. In a series of coordinated moves, they worked in tandem to strip me of custody through what I believe to be unconstitutional, court-abused “emergency” orders—issued without due process, transparency, or justification.
Since mid-January 2025, I have not been allowed to see my daughters once. Not in person. Not even briefly.
This is not a custody dispute.
This is state-sanctioned kidnapping disguised as legal procedure.
My daughters are my heart, my purpose, and my reason for surviving. I am speaking out now because I will do whatever it takes—peacefully, publicly, and powerfully—to bring them home and protect them from the fate I have endured.
If you are a lawyer, journalist, whistleblower, advocate, fellow survivor, or simply someone who refuses to look away—
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I need your help.
Please share my story.
Please walk with me.
Please help me bring my daughters home.
My Vow
I will not allow my children to suffer the same fate I did.
This will be the last generation of children trafficked—so help me God.
We are committed to empowering individuals to uncover the truth, embrace their power, and ignite positive change for our children.