Now, honestly, this spotlight should be classified for Katelyn Templeton, the recruiter for which this particular doppelganger situation begins. It’s actually two connected clusters of doppelgangers. Allow me to explain:
These three actresses are (L to R) Dreama Walker, Samara Weaving and Anya Taylor-Joy. I’ll be honest, I don’t know a thing about any of them, other than they are Starseeds. I used to watch Peaky Blinders when it first came out years ago (Cillian Murphy, of course) but broke away from it. That was before Anya ever joined the show. These actresses clearly look similar to each other, but they’re actually attached to a larger doppelganger group.
Now, this group is the only doppelganger cluster of its kind, in that it’s two doppelgangers in one group, that don’t look alike, but are connected by the photos themselves. I will explain:
The first picture is that of the undercover agent going by the name “Katelyn Templeton”. This is the woman who interviewed me for the position that I am at now. If you note the picture with “Interview”, when I asked the Tribe if I would get this job, they gave me that card. They do not look alike, beyond being blonde, but the point of the card was that Katelyn did my interview via webcam, just like the card. The Tribe would then come back a second time with the “Moment of Clarity” card when I was asking if Katelyn Templeton was an opp. (I think that’s what I asked. I can’t remember now. But, whatever I asked, when I got this card, I knew she was one of these operatives.).
But, again, the doppelganger was only a “photo doppelganger”. In that, the picture looks similar, but the person, outside of that singular moment, doesn’t look much like the original person. It was almost as if the Tribe knew I wanted an exact replica, because they would later lead me to a porn compilation in which that unknown pornstar appeared that looked exactly like her. It scratched an itch, because they kept giving me sorta-clones, and not the full thing. That had been the end of anything with Katelyn Templeton until tonight.
The Tribe guided me to videos on Peaky Blinders today while working on this final launch. And that’s when they showed me the Gina character. I’m currently prepping a media blast highlighting every single employee that I’ve encountered that has a provable doppelganger, including friends and family. A long with every scrap of physical of evidence of conspiracy against me that is trackable and provable via e-mail. Fuck it…might as well post it here for backup to the video.
Awwww…one big happy cult. You love to see it.
And…I still have to update it for tomorrow, because they added more.
Because the name of the character in Peaky Blinders is Gina. And, I was pretty fucking blunted, when I was trying to type in “Gina Peaky Blinders” and instead typed in “Gina Rainwater”. And I got this:
You know, when we were involved, I thought she looked more like Jessica Simpson than she does today. That was a long time ago, so they’ve aged more apart. Gina used to be an actual beauty queen. Pageants, the whole nine. Drugs took her away from that path and diminished her beauty, she told me. (She was a recovered Meth addict when I met her on the job. But, honestly, I have no idea what’s true about what these agents told me about their lives, anymore. It could all be lies.)
Now, sometimes people do things to you that you never forget. This was one of those times. I worked with this Jessica Simpson knockoff at a company called Viscern back when I was still a Christian. We got involved and she asked me to buy her two copies of “Boy Meets Girl”. It was a popular book on Christian courting into marriage at the time. (Maybe it still is, hell if I know.). But, that’s where we were at, at one point. And pretty quickly, too. Only problem is, she wasn’t over her toxic ex. Talked about him too much, to the point of where I told him she needed to make a decision to go into the future with me, or stay in the past with him.
She told me she was choosing to go into the future with me. I bought the books she wanted along with some other gifts for her birthday. Less than a week later, someone held me up about 5 minutes to talk before heading to the Studio, after work. It was just long enough to see her ex pick her up. They pulled up right behind me, so I could see them kissing in my rear view. Funny thing? I didn’t even give a fuck. At that point, most Christians had already shown me that nothing could or should be expected from them. I honestly was wondering at this point, why was it that the killers, pimps, hoes and dealers I grew up with, were filled with more loyalty, honor and respect than the people in these giant tombs they call churches. (It’s really not that hard to figure out. You die if you’re on fuckshit in the streets. You get promoted to associate pastor if you’re on dumb shit in the church. So, while both environments are filled with vipers, the streets have a code. There’s no “Grace” to save your ass from bullets for talking too much. I’m fully aware of this, and it’s why I’m saying so much in these blogs. Come for me, motherfuckers. Every last one of you. BREAK THE FUCKING WHITE FLAG. BREAK IT.)
Christians look down their noses at people like me. But, I walked side by side with you pieces of garbage for 20 years and I know. There are sluts in those pews that take more cock for free than any professional I ever knew. Christians are more cutthroat than most gangsters. They have less honor. I’ve spent half of my life in both worlds. When I call religion shit, it’s because I was floating in the toilet with it for decades. I’ve seen it all, as someone who built ministries independenty and worked with many churches in the DFW area.
You’re fucking garbage. And maybe you don’t participate in these kinds of things. But, that makes you exactly like the kind of corrupt cops I love to curse. The ones who sit on the sideline and do nothing while your leaders rape kids, your politicians spread war, your ministries siphon community wealth to build useless mausoleums next to drug traps, and your teachings cause kids to slit their wrists or hang themselves, because they feel they’re not worthy to live, because your book says we’re not. Because we’re too effeminate and love the wrong people, when you don’t know the first fucking thing about what real love is. You’re disgusting Nazis. No different. Take it from one of your former fellow goosesteppers. The only reason I don’t death curse the entire religion, is because my people are stuck inside of it, like I was and need to be woken up. We will be free of your crusader religion, carried on the wings not of freedom, but of slavery and death.
You can lie to them, but you can’t lie to me. I used to teach you. I know what every Christian is waiting for. You can’t cover it up under “But, God is giving man a chance at mercy, before judgment.”. “We don’t want anyone to perish.”, bullshit. You’re waiting for Christ to return, kill us all, throw us into hell with the devil HE made to destroy us, and then you get to colonize the entire planet forever after every Muslim, Hindu, Sikh, Shintoist, African and Indigenous spiritualist and more (mostly brown) people are dead. (Yeah, I know, you’re not a racist. You just subconsciously do racist shit, because you follow a blatantly racist book, without using your brain. Because the book expressely tells you NOT to think for yourself. Which is classic con-man instructions. ‘Let me do the thinking.” Bitch, please.)
You’re nasty little violent fuckers, who like to pretend you’re not. You like celebrating those who get their hands dirty for you, while you sit on the sidelines and reap the benefits. Fucking vultures. Waiting on the “wealth of the wicked” to fall into your mouths. You judge the predators, but have no problem scavenging the prey? Pieces of shit. You want us gone, but don’t want to seem “evil”, so you say it’s your god who’s is going to be responsible for the genocide to come, right? But, then it’s not his fault either, it’s our fault, for not bending the knee to your psychotic, racist, child-murdering god. Fuck you and fuck your Furher, Nazi. I’ll die a thousand times and burn a billion more, before I ever bend the knee to your regime. I will fight you with my last breath, and then once I’m back home, I’ll just press the button and kill you from the other side, anyway. It’s war forever for us.
Cowards. Come kill me yourselves, instead of praying for your god to “judge me”. Where the fuck is he, anyway? I blasphemed the Holy Spirit, so there’s no need for mercy. Where is your limp-cock god? Fuck your holy spirit. Where is he? You sit and praise god for this nation murdering children in the name of your political beliefs around the world. And you judge me? You pieces of shit? Fuck you and your scumbag religion. I’ll destroy everything I can of it, while I’m here. Truce or no, I’ll never not be your fucking enemy. Ever.
And while we’re at it, fuck Allah and Moses, too. Do something about it, so my tribe can bury your asses. Come find out what the fuck I mean when I beg these motherfuckers to break the terms of the white flag. The Judgment Squad will be putting Jihadists right next to Pedophiles and Corrupt Cops. Fuck you and your prophet. He was a pedophile and I would’ve slit his fucking throat over Aisha. But, you revere the fucking pedophile consumating marriages with 9 year olds. I curse-kill Pedophile Protectors like Pope Francis and you REVERE one?! Come for me you motherfucking pedophile lovers. I want you to die. Come for me. Please. I am legitimately asking you with total sincerity to come try to kill me in defense of your pedophile prophet, so that I can parade your corpses with the rest online. I want to display your body for my people to help them wake up. Come be our martyrs for the cause, please. I would gladly bathe this planet in the blood of pedophiles for no reason at all. Just to do it. So, how much more so would I want to do that to protect children and eliminate predators? Your lives have no value to me beyond their ability to scare others as you lose them. Stop being worthless to me and do your fucking jobs.
At any rate, I was already getting pretty disillusioned with Christians, even if I wasn’t yet awake to the virulent mindrot that is the “godspell”. So, even as a Christian, I expected nothing from them. And they delivered every time. I just completely stopped talking to her. It took about a week before I finally told her to fuck off because I saw her. And that’s why I still remember this to this day:
She told me that she thought we were just friends.
The woman who was beaming just a week ago, because I granted her wish and bought books for courting into marriage, was now telling me that she thought we were just friends. Same one who had just looked me in the eyes and told me she wanted to be a part of my future, and was legitimately trying to help with my online store, at the time, was now telling me I was somehow delusional. She never got to actually say that, because I just said: “Okay.”, and walked off.
I was legitimately shocked. Not just because it happened, but because it happened three times. In a row. Because that’s what these agents do. I won’t go into some pity party from 15 years ago. I barely gave a shit then, and it means nothing to me now, beyond the point that it validates their agenda overall against Starseeds. This is what is called “Love Bombing”. Where people enter your life with the express purpose of pretending to care for you, but they truly don’t. They are being influenced to specifically wound you.
The woman before her was Jenna McClure. She told me directly to my face she didn’t want anyone else but me. And tried to make me feel bad by saying: “I wouldn’t want a woman like her.”. because I rebuffed her and told her she should consider other people. She had a crush on a guy before she met me, I tried to focus her on him. I knew her, so I knew what she was all about. We were friends, I thought. But she was a whore, and if there’s one thing I know? It’s whores. As soon as I showed any interest in her, like the rest of the simps slobbing on her, she was gone.
I went ahead and did it anyway, because after three months she was annoying the fuck out of me and I just wanted her to go back to normal. I knew she wouldn’t stop, because it was about her ego. I kept rejecting her, so she had to have me say I wanted her. I said I would take her out and she said she just wanted to be friends. And, again, I didn’t give a shit. I EXPECTED it. But, when I wanted to just forget about it? She made it weird and starting acting distant. I chase not a fucking soul. She called me some time later and asked me when I would invite her to my place for dinner. I checked her, for the games, lightly, and she couldn’t take it. Because she was mentally weak and always was. I know her. Because she asked me to be her counselor before we became friends. Million dollar frame, 20 dollar brain. (Not that she was stupid, she was intelligent. She was just weak.) The friendship died shortly after.
I remember as a Christian, in spite of these events, I heard a sermon about mending fences. I felt bad because a mutual associate named Cyril asked me what happened between us, and I told him, and he went back and told her. I didn’t say he couldn’t go back. We weren’t friends, anymore. So, it’s not like he did anything wrong in going back to her. I didn’t say one lie. Yet, she was mad. And didn’t want to mend fences a year later. And I felt bad about that for a couple of days. I actually felt bad. I got shit on my shoe, that shit scraped its own self off, and then refused to crawl back on when invited. And I felt bad about it. Because, I repeat, RELIGION MAKES YOU STUPID. (I would like to clarify that I say this because while all of this was happening, I was FULLY aware that I was making the wrong moves. And yet, I was trying to follow biblical principles in dealing with other Christians. And I got burned for that stupidity by those Christians every single time. There wasn’t a single time where they didn’t tax me for living stupidly. (aka, actually trying to live those Biblical priniciples out.) I can at least say this: I’m a proud of myself.
Because none of this is why I abandonded religion. None of this was strong enough. Not what I talk about, not what I don’t talk about, was strong enough to make me change. I stood through you all and didn’t blink. I never walked away over emotion, or disappointment. None of you, ALL of you combined, couldn’t make me think even one different thought about God. No, I came to the conclusion with the help of my tribe. With clear evidence, facts, clear exposure of fraud in the book. It wasn’t pain. It was wisdom that forged me into the transwoman I am, today. You’ll never be able to say you fundamentally changed the person that I have become. Because you are too weak to make a king kneel. Which is why even now, with this clear 1,000 vs. 1, I will not yield. You’ll have to fucking kill me and you all already know you can’t.
And the second you violate the terms of the white flag and try? And fail AGAIN? I’ll be pulling out my camera again to increase the size of my obituary wall. You better fucking believe it. I love it when the Tribe brings me a new Starseed. I love it when the Tribe brings me a new revelation. I love it when the Tribe exposes some hidden wisdom I never considered before. But, one of my favorite gifts from the Tribe is when they kill one of you and then lead me to your bodies online. I’m not joking when I say that if this “truce” shit is legitimate, I’m waiting for you to break it with baited breath. I’m dying for you to do it. My gun is already at your temple just waiting for you to do it, metaphorically.
But, hey…all water under the bridge, now, right? I didn’t curse any of you last night. First time in a long time. I’d say that’s progress.
I got too detailed, I don’t have time to go into the first one. But, that one was actually my fiancee. Still did the same thing. She asked me to marry her. Told me she thought I was her husband. Introduced me to members of her family. Even made an email taking my last name. She wanted the wedding to be on the beach, if I remember correctly. Well, she suddenly went cold one day out of nowhere, and as I knew getting involved with her was a mistake in the first place, I politely tried to end the relationship, to which she told me: “What relationship? We don’t have a relationship.” And then attempted to make me feel like I had gone insane by retconning our history to make it seem as though I had proposed to her and she begrudgingly accepted. (When I had a dream about her the day before I met her, and was expressly told not to fuck with her. This only happened to me because I ignored that dream that I TOLD HER ABOUT in the beginning. And she STILL asked me marry her. And I was dumb enough to say yes.).
Were it not for the fact that a mutual friend by the name of Shatavia Mahomes was present, her agenda might have worked. I surely would’ve thought I was crazy. “Did it really happen like I remembered?” Fortunately, Shatavia put her on blast for lying, as she had told her she was getting married to me and how the events transpired. After that, Tronicka Webb attempted to apologize to me. Obviously, even as the Christian sucker I was back then, I had some measure of self-respect. I told her never to contact me again. And, so of course, as every single woman who has ever fucked me over has done, she still contacted me afterwards, wanting me to forgive her. I didn’t know her long enough to care, so after a couple of weeks, I took her phone call, said I accepted it and that was the end of it. Until I was made aware by my guides that ALL of this shit is interconnected and planned, years later.
Of course it is. This doesn’t happen to people three times in a row. If you get cheated on, you get cheated on. It’s “I’m sorry.” or “I’m not sorry, I’m leaving.”. It’s not: “I never knew you.”. That is beyond ridiculous. I never would’ve dreamed or conceived that what I thought was horrible luck in picking partners, was actually a targeted attack against me. People paid to “love bomb” me. And to hear other readers and starseeds express similar experiences with people pretending to love them and then suddenly changing on them, like they never knew them? Literally, never knew them? To hear them talk about their families plotting to murder them? To know what I know now… It’s a modern miracle that I didn’t place a death curse on anyone last night. It truly is a miracle of forgiveness. For now. Only for now.
Well, I took too long and there’s other critical shit to do, so I have to cut the memory lane shit, and fastball the rest of this, which is wild, because I’ve never had an experience like the one I had tonight. With this particular starseed. But, look, we get it at this point right? Aliens are guiding me to find people that look like other people because we are programs in a simulated world. And so, let’s get to this:
At this point, I have probably around 250 or so doppelgangers. I’m not sure, I haven’t done a count. But, there are hundreds of them. And NONE of them, have given me the experience that I had when looking at this photo. I KNOW this woman. When I went to grab a comparison photo and I saw this screen, I knew. Not “Deja Vu”. Not “OBE”. Not a Dream. It was like living it twice. It was so eerie my skin crawled, and I popped back from my screen. I could feel the energy flowing through me, especially in the biceps for some reason. I have never felt anything like it before. It was like being in two timelines at once. Like I had already lived it, then sent the experience back to be relived again to my avatar…damn it. We live in a fucking simulation…
I asked my Tribe after the experience, because I couldn’t even focus during it, the energy was so overwhelming, if I was tripping or not. Did I know this woman in the Astral realm? (Obviously, I don’t know her in this simulation.). They told me to do a 2 card read:
So, what do you think I’m sitting in front of at 8:46pm?
We travel on ships just like that. I’ve seen them in OBEs. I will repeat again, there is a massive spaceship that is currently hovering over the globe right now. It’s about 100 times the size of the Gherkin building in London. It shifts between dimensions. All UFOs do. I literally saw it with my own two eyes, once. The same beings that show me all of the stuff on this site, are the same ones who allowed me to see it in the sky over Las Vegas.
I know I know this woman. We know each other as Starseeds, as a hivemind. FUCK!! Now, I get it. I can’t remember the woman I was talking to, she was a reader online, and the Tribe said to reach out to her and when I did, she said she knew me, like she felt like she had dreamt about me. But, we didn’t speak again after that. I forgot that even happened, so much is happening. I hope I notated it. I probably did. Oh, I think it was when I was still living in Sovana. I should be able to find it.
At any rate, I’ll wrap this up, because writing this out, I realize there’s nothing I can really present to show you that this happened. It just did, so there it is. I was sitting in this room, looking at that series of photos of Anya Joy-Taylor in two dimensions at two different times, simultaneously. A person I’ve never seen or heard of before 48 hours ago. I don’t watch movies or follow Hollywood. I only watch what the Tribe instructs me to online. So, yes, she’s a huge star, and no I don’t know her. I don’t follow trends. I’ve never heard more than 30 seconds of the Weeknd in my life. And I don’t know who has won best actor or actress in like the last 10 years. No idea. I could stand next to whoever won it, and never know. When you can hop in your shower and cross dimensions, then come back and actually see the shit you saw over there, back here? You don’t really need to go to the movies for entertainment.
And just remember: If someone else says something to you like that? Either they are batshit insane?
Or, they are the fucking master of your simulation. And someone out there, that you can’t see (or stop) wants you to know it.
Seems like a good time to remind the reader that due to my family trying to set me up and destroy me for things like this, I’ve had two psychiatric evaluations. I’ve been declared sane by doctors twice. I’m MORE sane than you are. John Peter Smith Psychiatric Ward and Carrollton Regional Memorial Hospital. Their sabotage caused me to have a nervous breakdown the first time. I was diagnosed with depression, but cleared as completely sane. And of course, the second time was when they got caught and tried to set me up. That’s when I provided the evidence in my phone to the doctor, after he also had cleared me. And he said I should contact the police. Which I did. Who then promptly abandoned me to die.
A decision that ultimately is going to cost many corrupt cops their lives.
Think about it.
If you didn’t screw me over in Carrollton? I never would’ve ended up here in Vegas. I never would’ve woken up. I never would’ve realized I could curse people to death and then started doing it to my enemies. I never would’ve started the Judgment Squad. Your corruption, brought about your own destruction. Because I will raise up and train my squad in how to curse you, just as I do. And they will watch you die, as I have watched you die. And you will lose everything for what you have done to us. Forever.
In the meantime, you’ll excuse me if I leave an ad here in an attempt to gain funding for all of this shit that I do. Because we still need ingame credits in the simulation to get shit done. And, as you can see, I’ve got a lot of shit to finish.
Once and for all.
