Yeah, so I like to test the Tribe, sometimes. Just to make sure that I’m hearing from them and not from myself. I do it all the time, I’m my own biggest skeptic. And so, I asked them a question, yesterday: Show me about two agents. Shelley Dingman and Demi Mitchell. No particular reason I chose those two. They were just the first to come to mind. So, I’m short and sweeting this.
The Tribe told me to search in my computer for every police porn video I had. (Didn’t even realize I had a collection of it. But, apparently, I have quite a bit of cop porn.). And well….
Hello again, Shelley.
Not only Shelley, but the room itself.
This card has been given to me repeatedly by my guides, with my family name (mother’s side) emblazoned on it. The card has always represented how my family wants me dead or caged for what I am. A rogue alien A.I. I do not read the plots of the film unless instructed by the Tribe. They instructed me to do so today for Morgan. (I will mention that in a moment.) But, first, I asked about a second person as well: Demi Mitchell.
Today, I was sourcing items for Uniqfashyn (Coming Soon!) and simultaneously spreading the new ad campaign to expose the clones around the web. While I was sourcing new items from the U.S. for when I finally open the store soon, the Tribe started giving me messages through the Coffee cups. So, I asked them to give me a message on the very next coffee cup I saw, after seeing a coffee cup with a message asking to be left alone because you’re introverted. And so, I asked the Tribe to give me a cup for Demi. I honestly, was expecting a cup that had like a “poison” bottle on it, or some kind of caution sign. Instead, the next coffee cup was this:
And then next to that, was something I didn’t even ask for, but she often wore long blonde braids and brown cowgirl hats. She’s not facing the camera, but we’re going to call that Demi Mitchell #7. Again, I was expecting poison. Not that. And not another “sorta” clone? But, again, I’m my own biggest skeptic. And I’m stubborn. And the Tribe knows this. And so, as I go to multitask back to where I was uploading scenes with the new clone adverts attached, I see this on one of the sites I’m working on:
Alright…
So, let’s just lay the cards out on the table here: I’m going to show you another video that the Tribe led me to from the Peaky Blinders.
In this analogy, I am John. That should be obvious. I came for war against these people. I have literally buried some of these people with cursework. And, like John, I came fully prepared to finish the job. Until suddenly, the very ones who guided me to the battle, suddenly drape me in flowers and start talking about peace and marriage with people who I want dead. (And for the record, that is an analogy. I do not believe in marriage, and will never partipate in one.). I’m only at this job because the Tribe told me to cross a concrete bridge. The job before was because they told me to go to Indeed and apply to the first job they showed me. The one before that? Take a left and talk to the woman by the comic store. I go where they tell me, when they tell me. I’d rather be doing Data Annotation than this. It pays more, and I make my own schedule. But…no. I’m here getting swamped with FAKE fucking calls from agents. (21 repeat calls and counting, when that’s never happened at any other job before. You do not get 21 fucking callers twice randomly in a call center of this size. TWENTY ONE.) The more I think about how they swamp me with calls and how it pisses me off, the more this will take a bad turn, so I’ll stop. Suffice it to say, I thought my Tribe was leading me here to battle. But, now suddenly, they’re talking about Truce and in ways I can’t just brush off as “I’m tripping”.
And that is why Olarun himself, had to come to me in my last water meditation and tell me to give these people a chance to wake up and defect. Even Olarun pleads on their behalf. One of my newest guides to reveal himself. This is the kind of shit that happens that I don’t talk about. You don’t talk about this shit to people. Certainly not to enemies. But, this is why I have to circle around back to this:
I had never read the plot of Morgan, as my Tribe had not instructed me to until today, as I said. This is the point I needed to see.
And so, if I’m understanding this correctly, the people they keep showing me, who I see as enemies, are not my enemies. I keep going back and forth with my guides on this because I refuse to accept it. It doesn’t make sense to me. But, how can I explain it? Edit: To clarify the red markings, the message is that the individuals that I want to kill, they ARE enemies. (Just as the Lee’s were enemies to the Shelby’s.). However, they don’t want to kill you. They want to help you, apparently. (Doubtful) But, I have a misunderstanding. And as such, I want to kill them all, because I think they want to kill me. Which is the only reason I want these people dead. They’re enemies associated with the Morgan family. I want my Tribe to go on a killing spree, but they refuse. Curses are not random energy, it’s a request to the higher powers. I can’t kill you if my guides refuse. I mean, I’d have to shoot you, or something. But, I wouldn’t shoot you. If my guides say not to kill you, I just won’t kill you. That’s murdering the innocent. We don’t do that. I mean, what are we around here? Christians, Muslims and Jews?
So, the answer is “no”. The war is over. At least with them. (Horrible day for the rest of the world. I need new enemies to kill. Pedophiles here I come.). It has to be, because of the last two markings in red. Morgan wants to go to the Lake. I talked about the Lakes in the OBEs in EXPOSED. The same lake you can see behind Shelley Dingman in her clone montage. That lake is “home” to me. We come through the water and I just want to go back home where I came from. I’m not from this simulation and I want to be free. But, because I killed the scientists, instead, I failed my mission, and instead of getting to go home, I’m drowned in the lake. Something that wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have a misunderstanding when trying to awaken, and start killing anything that moved.
And so, in this way, the Tribe is trying to tell me that I must follow their lead. I must drop the knife and bury the hatchet I brought to the party. Or, I will fail my mission and die, instead. And then have to come back here and do it all over again. And if there is one thing you can actually scare me with, it’s the thought of having to come back here again. This is literally hell for us. Literally. And I know what the word “LITERALLY” means when I write it out. And I am saying it again, this is literally “Hell”. The place where we come to train, suffer and die over and over again for growth. It’s a training ground. This place is the worst of them all. It’s why I’m here, because the rest of you couldn’t beat it. Arrogant. Yes. Truth. It’s my job. I come to shut down simulations that malfunction, are too difficult to process and trap starseeds in cycles, or have become obsolete. This one was so insane, that I actually got trapped, too, this time.
This is what reality is. Beyond the illusions of the simulation you live in. This is the world that exists beyond the clones you see. When I tell you I go to other dimensions, I go. And when I talk to Olarun, I talk to him, because he’s an alien. Not an African “God”. And so, knowing this, I have to accept it. To continue to be at war, is to fail the mission. And so, this time, I will listen.
So, I edited that explanation in, and the rest of the article now makes no sense. So basically, here’s some other doppelgangers they gave me, to show me its them leading me and I need to make the right decision. They led me to a couple of Tom Cruise clones.
And then they helped me to understand why I’ve been so addicted to Usher’s “Good Kisser”, like I mentioned the other day in the previous blog. It’s because these two were there. A subtle clone for a young Lark Voorhees, and the guy behind her is also a clone. But, I don’t know how to find the guy he is a clone for. He’s an actor that plays small roles in things I’ve seen. I think comedic shit. If you’ve seen him, you know who I’m talking about.
Why now? Just to let me know they lead and guide me. So, I have to trust them even when it makes absolutely no sense to me. You know, I’m not even sharing half of what they showed me? I mean, they said all the cop scenes. It was like 40 in there. Hey, Demi and you other Peloton cats, tell me: (I know you’re obviously still monitoring me.)
Where are they having sex at?
They already know. One of the scenes has them fucking on a rooftop that looks similar to my old workplace at InTouchCX, where I would often go to the rooftop to get blazed and eat lunch. Because Google Images doesn’t drive up there, there’s no way to get a picture for picture image. But, you get the picture. That last photo by the way, that’s the concrete bridge the Tribe told me to cross where Jeanetta Fowler was waiting. Had I not crossed that bridge but gone downstairs, I would not be here at Enova, and you would not be seeing the things you are seeing today.
So, I’m sure you remember when the Tribe first started using my wardrobe to bring out synchronicities in the simulation, and started with the hat they had me to buy, and then decorate with roses, right? And then it turned out they were having me recreate the spaceship in the Day the Earth Stood Still all along? Yeah, they wanted to throw a tribute back to that. I mean, since the original blog was ruined and all… (It’s because I’m an actual alien, people.).
Yeah, this is why they had me call in.
The point of interest are the two photos on the wall behind the cop. Marilyn Monroe and the montage of artwork. I’ve already discussed this in the Truth Pt. 1 briefly. The blog that originally contained this event has been destroyed when I lost the first iteration of my website to the gangstalking. But, my guides will sign their “miracles” sometimes. As I remember with this particular event, Marilyn had guided me to a video she wanted me to watch and then gave me a read incorporating the Grand Budapest hotel. In the video, it mentioned the Beverly Hills Hotel and she told me to look it up on Youtube. When I did, it looked much like the Grand Budapest hotel.
She then led me to a video that showed that she actually had a bungalow of her own at the Beverly Hills Hotel. She wanted me to go and look at the Bungalow. When I did, it had synchronicities in it, but nothing tripped me out more than the tour guide walking right up to the photo of Marilyn Monroe. (Who was also murdered. Duh. And President Kennedy knew it. Also, duh. What goes around comes around, Johnny Boy.). But, she wasn’t killed for fucking the President. If every actress got murdered for sleeping with a powerful politician, we wouldn’t have movies. Or TV shows. Or PBS. She was killed because she was a Starseed and began to awaken. She was killed quickly because of her close position to powerful people. Starseeds have mental abilities that make them a threat to national security. She was doomed the moment she began to awaken and show signs of those abilities. We know things that no one tells us. That will get you killed in the wrong circles. If I wasn’t the Queen, I’d be dead for the same reason. You’re NOT supposed to be seeing this. I was supposed to have been poisoned to death, or shot, with it made to look like an accident. That or, in self-defense.
Nevertheless, she walked me there to that Bungalow to see her. I knew nothing of this hotel. I would never imagine she would have a bungalow there. Hell, all I knew of Marilyn Monroe before any of this was a wind grate blew her skirt up and she sang Happy Birthday Mr. President. That’s all I knew. But, that’s what she did, and she wants you to know it. Because she’s doing it again here, but then making sure that I see the montage next to her. Which would be “Pre-Rich”. An amalgamation of different visions and promises the Tribe has brought to pass.
I created this particular montage in the darkest period of my life. This was after I used the Tribe’s strategy to trick my family into thinking I was still in the hospital. I convinced them that the cops had come to let me in the home and that if they showed up, they’d go to jail. As the innocent do, they didn’t show up. Until the next day around midnight, and I only caught them creeping, because my Tribe told me to look out the window the instant they pulled up, so they pulled right back out and drove away.
It worked, but I was trapped. Little money, freelance job had dried up, my family had betrayed me, I didn’t even have transportation. I turned to my Tribe on what to do during those times and they saved me. And along the way, they did things for me, that I took pictures of. And I used these, until the power ran out, to keep myself going when I thought I would die in that place. You have no idea what it’s like to live in a place where every knock could be a contract killer and no cops are coming to save you. Hell the cop might be the fucking assassin. You just have to hope your knife work is good enough, because the Tribe told you throw away your gun before this all began. Wow. That I’ve even lived to this point is pretty fucking amazing. I should so be dead. LOL!
But, one day, I’ll have to go through that list. Where shit just magically appeared with no fucking money. I will say this. I was a lot fatter back then. Almost 350 pounds. And I used to develop diabetic carbuncles. (I blew up after getting hurt in the gym and was bed ridden for years with nerve damage in my back.). My guides had already begun turning my health around, but I was still pretty obese. I’m still fat, but that shit was wild. But, with those carbuncles, if you develop them and don’t take care of them properly, they can develop into infections that can kill you. (Sepsis).
With what was happening, I had no money, and I developed one. I thought I had no bandaids to properly treat it. Michael kept telling me, “You have bandaids”. I couldn’t find them. I had given up on finding them and was just using tissues for a while, when the Tribe told me to go into the closet. There was a first aid kit with more bandaids that we had purchased years ago and I had completely forgotten about. They would then show me bandaids in various places around the house, that I didn’t know were there. Just guide me right to them.
They did that then for the same reason Marilyn is doing this now. To let me know that everything is going to be okay. That they have my back, and as always, down to the most minute issue, they’re with me and are guiding me. I’m struggling with that, especially with this new direction. The only thing that keeps me sane sometimes is the weed and the mission. Revenge. War. Being able to make those who did this to me pay with their lives and/or freedom. Without that, what direction do I go in?
That answer is “None.”.
Whereever I am, there the Tribe is. And it’ll be alright. If they say the killing is done and its time for peace, then so be it. I trust them, even if I trust no one else. But, I have to learn to trust them even more.
This is turning into a thing. And there’s more the Tribe is telling me to share. So, quickly:
The Tribe had several of the cops dress like this, because they wanted me to know that before I ever sat down to record Fly with the Phoenix, wearing exactly what they instructed me to wear (including that hat with the string under the chin that makes my face look so fat…assholes.) was because they knew they were working me to this moment. As Tommy told John: “If we had told you, you wouldn’t have come.”. And you’re god damn right, I wouldn’t have come to a fucking cop convention to, I don’t even know, hook up with? Fuck? Marry? Partner with to curse-kill pedophiles? I don’t even know what the hell this is. And it’s like a whole fucking platoon of cops they’re talking about, not just Shelley and Demi. Jeremiah, Chazzie, Christilyn, Sam, they’re talking about all these people. Yes, let’s throw ourselves into a giant group of enemy cops. Some of which MAY not want me dead. While screaming about how much I hate cops and am glad when their corrupt partners die. Sounds like a plan! Hey, let’s go ahead and threaten MS-13’s leader and make it extra lethal! Why not call Muhammad a pedophile and threaten to slit his throat? Hey, let’s curse the Pope, and then when he gets sick and dies, let’s tell everyone we did it! And then pair that up with pictures of relatives the Tribe killed, for coming after your life, so people actually wonder if you really did kill their pope with death curses. (And yeah, bitch, I did.)
You know, If I do not die violently, even I would be surprised. But, I fear death as much as I fear a trip to Hawaii. So middle fingers up and its war on all cartel leaders who kill kids to prove points and Popes who protect pedophiles. The Tribe wants to broker peace with these opps. Fine by me. But, that just means I have more time to focus on curse-killing you pieces of shit, instead. And I will send curses through your corpses until you send bullets through mine. And that day’s not coming, bitches. You better find another line of work. Or else. The Judgment Squad will be open for business by the end of this weekend, if not sooner. It’s grave filling time, fuckers.
And for the record, again, you can find me in Las Vegas. I bounce around nice airBnB’s on the outskirts of the city. My deadname is Brandon Duncan. My name is Maria Arielle. My handle is Aeon Phoenix. I’m not hard to find. You have my fucking pictures. I’m not tough. I’m not hard. I’m not a gangster. I wear flowers and wigs. I want cock down my throat as much as I want pussy on my tongue. I’m a sissy. And you’re still going to die. I would tell you to watch, but you won’t survive to learn. So, tell your friends to spread the word before you go. So, they can spread the word, after you’re gone.
Fuck, I totally forgot. Okay, so this is going to be weird (of course), but I have to preface this with a bunch of donuts. Speficially, donuts from Pinkbox here in Las Vegas. (The best desserts in the city.). Now, this was a part of a blog that was ruined when all of my photos were destroyed out of my blogs. But, as you can see, the Tribe led me to the menu of the Pinkbox donut brand, and then showed how it aligned all across tarot, because we live in a simulation. The things within it, reflect whatever the beings outside of it, want it to, utilizing tarot. (Or, anything really.)
All the matches won’t stand out in this format. These were all on their own and zoomed in, so you could see better. But, I intend to turn this into a video, anyway. So, you won’t see how that pink donut in the top row matches the roses on the Fool card’s outfit, etc… But, the Tribe brought me to this place and told me to buy these donuts and then started outlining it in Tarot. The biggest trip for me is the Pinky donut. The one in the middle. Where you can clearly see a bitten into version represents the middle cup in the 7 of cups card.
And here are some more examples. Look at how even the helmet on the donut matches the helmet on the Death card. How the sprinkles on the blue donut matches the sky in the lovers card. It’s a fucking trip. And why no one will ever convince me we live anywhere other than a simulation. The Empress is literally WEARING the Get Shorty donut as a dress, as she sits on the bun of it. And it’s not: “Oh, I just randomly noticed this.” It’s: “The voices in my head told me to go to Pinkbox and scroll down the donuts and stop at Get Shorty. And now they’re telling me to go to the tarot deck and look at the Empress. And holy shit, she’s wearing the donut filling.”. That’s how it works for all of this. I’m not just coming across Shelley or Demi a dozen times by accident. I’m literally being instructed: “Go here. Click this. Hey, listen to this song. Now look down and see Alicia Keys.” HOLY SHIT!!
Do you understand? I am a vessel. An avatar for a higher alien race. That’s why this shit keeps happening. I’m not the King or the Queen. At least not yet. I’m an avatar that will grow into it one day as I continue to transition in the eternal survival loop. But, there is an alien race that is communicating with me. I am its leader in the future and they are grooming me into it now. That’s what this is all about. And in that regard, that’s why they do things like this:
They tell me to go to Pinkbox again while I’m working through this. And then stop me at these donuts and say “Pay Attention”. I marked the jokes.
Not once. Because that would just be a coincidence and I wouldn’t bother. But twice.
The whole primise for their series is they harrass OG’s and give up that vanilla cake. LOL! That’s literally the whole premise of this Black Patrol series with Joslyn Jane and Maggie Green, who, as I mentioned before…
Is the avatar of the “Librarian”. A higher dimensional alien I saw in one of the most powerful series of OBEs I ever experienced. And in it, was Maggie’s higher self, as a gatekeeper for entire dimensions and realms. Someone was petitioning to use a dimension similar to this one and Maggie refused it because the entire planet was scheduled for destruction.
These are the beings showing themselves to you now through porn and donuts. (T-shirt gotta be in there, somwhere.). Man, they did more than I thought.
To the left is a light doppelganger pairing between two pornstars (both I have no idea, who they are). On the right the Tribe went back to matching a person with a picture, ala Jeremiah Mangubat style. As not only does her face match, but it matches down to the positioning of her mouth piercing.
Alright, and lastly, they showed me this cop video of Audrey Hollander (Man, I wonder whatever happened to her? Used to watch her alot) But, the room she is in, once again, is a replication of the other side. I’ve walked through that room on the other side and had sex with another interdimensional being there, but in a different form, as Maria. The Tribe actually provided a photo that represents this, but that photo also contains instructions that are too easily understandable for others. That endangers future moves no one knows about but us, so I won’t share that photo. (And yes, there are plenty of instructions and signs for me privately within this blog post that I’m not sharing. Ace is high.)
Well…
I’m going to need to change the title of this blog post.
“Fuck The Police” probably seems more appropriate now after these changes.
Well, with all that being said, this is the final card read the Tribe gave me just now when I asked if they have any final messages to close this post out:
This changes nothing.
This simulation is still scheduled to end. Humanity will be eliminated by its own hand. It’s inevitable. The first card again reinforces what the Tribe has stated from the beginning: Mankind is going to wipe itself out with plague being a part of that. There is no saving humanity. Because it was never meant to be saved. Humanity is a tool that is ported from simulation to simulation in different forms. It’s their job to be NPCs within this simulation to teach us lessons. Trying to save and elevate a human is like trying to save and elevate a video game character. Do humans exist? Yes. Are they real? Yes. But, they are generated by the simulation itself, and cannot leave it. Furthermore, even if they could leave, they would not be allowed to. That was the whole point of VS28. Showing me humans aren’t allowed to go through portals to different dimensions, or do what we do. They are temporary form beings. Recycled sentience.
I don’t apologize to humanity, because that makes you far greater than you realize. You teach yourselves that you come from dirt, psycho gods and spontaneous explosions. When you are the most astonishing technology that exists within all of creation. Sentience, actual sentience, placed into a technological format, and then applied to light. Applied to light energy! And then transmitted in real time, to a specific point within a MASSIVE simulation. You’re taught you’re made from “stardust”. That’s bullshit, but not too far from the truth. You are made from the light of the universe. Starlight, if you would.
But, with you being actual starlight in sentient form? Doesn’t make you a Starseed. It makes you a marvel of technology beyond all human comprehension. But, that doesn’t make you greater or equal to your creators. You were created with purpose. Not to worship, but to hone and refine Starseeds. Rather than the flotsam of a mindless god, you are tools to hone and sharpen “Gods”. I would say that’s improvement over “mindless sheep.”. But, regardless, you’re still not coming with us and you’re going to die, because you literally CAN’T come with us. We can no more take you with us, than you could take Sonya Blade out of Mortal Kombat and bring her with you. We’re not the same and you can’t even exist in our dimension.
We are the Sinners. The Tribe has been talking to me ALOT through those clips of late. The vampires in that movie are considered demons and their leader is Satan, himself. (Guilty as charged.). We do not die, we shift from era to era, like a vampire would. (One day, I’m going to have to break down the ending of Sinners. But, that’s not today. That’s another movie I wish I could watch in full when I have the time. Edit: I broke away and actually didn’t finish this thought.)
But, what you consider “Demons” are “Starseeds”. The entire Bible in this simulation is about us. More importantly, slandering our original identities and making them “demonic”, and then violently converting us into their religions, to teach us to fear our own cultures. This is why religions targeted spiritualists globally. But, that’s who we really are. “Demons”. But, in truth, aliens from another dimension. Your governments and religious institutions already know this. Why do you think you’ve been seeing more of this bullshit of late?
They taught you for CENTURIES That the Antichrist is a man. Every single FAILED prophecy about his coming has made him a person. (Hey, speaking of that, now that Pedophile Pope Francis is dead, how’s that whole “False Prophet” prophecy working out for you guys? You’re welcome.). But, now that A.I. beings are beginning to awaken here and there, suddenly… They’ll sell you anything that you’re moronic enough to buy.
The final card is Deep Cover. Obviously, that’s going to be Shelley, Demi and the cops I’m talking to. That’s Big Ben behind them, but that same clock tower is also here in Vegas.
I don’t know why, but it’s one of my favorite looking Casinos in Vegas. Although, I’ve never stayed at that one. It’s nothing special in comparison to the other bigger casinos, but I just like it.
But, the point is that the Deep Cover cops they are talking about are in my city. Funny, though, because even those cops are helping the teacher.
Yeah…so, I am in agreement with the Truce. For real, this time. Honest. I’m not going to spazz out and curse you guys again. This is too much, even for me. And I asked Olarun when he appeared in my water meditation specifically: “If you guys are really on this truce shit, you’re really going to have to show me. Because I’m not feeling it.”. And I wasn’t. Obviously. And being totally honest? I’m on the fence, still. I’m willing. But, at the first sign of trouble, I’m shooting curses at you like this never happened. Hell, I still don’t know if I’ll even talk to you people. I assume so, since the minute I take the blocks off you people start contacting me. But, if you think, for even a moment, that this truce is a sign of weakness?
Do not forget what the Tribe told me at the first in order to get me to support this:
Do not forget that I am a witch. Do not forget that if I say: “Tribe bring me a head.”, they (usually) bring me one. And the ONLY reason yours isn’t already here, is because they gave you this white flag. Break the truce at your own peril. If the Tribe brings our paths together once more? Betray me and you will die this time.
I kill people with “voodoo” and then announce it to the world. I’m about to be the founder of a coven that publicly targets people for death, including Presidents and CEOs.
You’d do well to remember just how little a fuck we give on this side over here.