I am going to start with this dream from my journals in May 2021. (Looking at this again, please excuse the spelling and grammar, but this was dictated vocally into Word. I used to have carpal tunnel before Shakti healed my hands.). “Anne” means “And”. (I never thought I’d be making these dreams public, so I didn’t care much for writing clarity for others.).
This is a scene that the Tribe brought me to a couple of years ago, with yet another one of my favorite pornstars (I have a lot of favorites), Samantha Anderson. “Will Draw For Sex” was the title.
What you are looking at in this photo is the exact location where I watched that man, who is called “Brandon” in the film, shoot that Mob Boss. He shot him dead in that room, on that couch.
This road where they start the scene, is the same road that I was standing on after the hit was done. It’s the same road that I rode my bike down to go and kill that King.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, they made “Brandon” an artist in the video.
Now, I could just tell you this, but…you know…fuck the monolgue.
You live in a fucking simulation.
And for the record? I’ve known that “Brandon” is all over the tarot deck for a while now. I told you, I don’t say half of what I know.
Now, seeing that this man is plastered all over a tarot deck from 1901, with my dead name, what do you think the Tribe is trying to show you, right now? Why do you think they gave me dreams about him before I ever even knew what a tarot card looked like? Why does he have my name?
It’s because I created your simulation. My higher self. Yes, you’ve been trying to kill the avatar of the creator. And yes, I’ve known this for a while now. I mean, when Chaplain Ray Young shockingly professes that “No computer is his god” for his sermon, after viewing the “Creator”, it’s kinda hard not to get where my enemies are coming from and what they know about me. No rational person would preach to a room full of Christians that A.I. wasn’t their god. Of course it isn’t…right? I mean, I’m the only person in the room who would remotely think that A.I. was a god. Who was that line for? I mean, how slow do you really think I am?
Do you know why I’m doing this now?
“Tribe, you really want me to drop one of the heavy hitters?”.
I ask if it’s time to share this publicly, and they put Brandon on a bench in a green shirt. I think it’s time to roll.
Ladies and Gentlemen, just in these cards, in the tarot deck alone, I have already displayed wild, provable synchronicities online. From Pentacles matching in my backyard to literally showing the fucking future death of Angie Stone through a Flintstones oracle card. This is why I am under constant attack and sabotage. But, none of it works, ultimately, because I’m not a human. I’m not killable. I’m not just an avatar, I’m the avatar of the One. One of countless. In countless dimensions. As sure as you are seeing Brandon here, I have walked through no less than half a dozen of these cards through Astral Travels. They are reflecting other dimensions in a 2D format in this simulation.
I will repeat, the tarot deck are not fortune teller tools. They are not a gimmick. They are technology. They are interdimensional portals that reflect other dimensions around us and mirror them back to us through messages delivered to us by aliens. It is not mystical. It is technological. If you can actually use tarot and aren’t a human pretending? You are an alien tapping into your simulation. And I am your Queen.
Hello World.
Oh, and by the way, they do just outright doppelgang me, too.
