If there’s one thing that I hate, it’s a corrupt cop. Now, this is due to childhood experiences with them, but also just the fact that they’re the biggest pieces of shit there are. They took vows to protect the weak, and instead prey on them. And they do so from a position of almost completely unchallenged authority. For every pig that gets busted, there’s literally thousands more, who operate with impunity, because they know their partners won’t rat.
It’s fine. It’s a part of the game. But, I had a question: “Is it really also my role in the game to kill these pigs with death curses? I mean, I’m not crossing a line, here?”
My Tribe told me to go to Youtube, as usual, and then led me to this video. If you know my content, you know what happens next.
They literally used the IT’S A DIFFERENT WORLD actor to let me know that it’s exactly that: A different world. Where my mission is to use my abilities to put corrupt cops (like the ones featured in the above video) in the ground when they get reported to the squad for raping sex workers, or shooting children, or killing unarmed grandmothers. We will place you directly in the dirt, right behind them. And, as your executioners are not of this world, no guns, cuffs or cells will save you. Even if you kill me, I’ll still kill you from the other side. Because this is a simulation and that’s why you see Kadeem Hardison twice up there.
Oh, but there’s a contractual law that floats throughout all universes and multiverses everywhere. You simply cannot have Dwayne without Whitley. If Kadeem is there, Jasmine Guy must also be there. The Tribe understands this.
Which is why they told me to go back to one of my favorite songs of all time, Finesse by Bruno Mars. And I FINALLY understand why I was so fixated on this dancer from the first moment I saw her. It happens that way, just like with Usher’s “Good Kisser” and the Lark Voorhies Clone. I will just get a feeling about the most random person. Eventually, something like this happens.
Again, this is two doppelgangers, as the guy is also one, but I don’t know the name of the actor he’s a doppelganger for. I have several like that, actually.
I just do things like this. I just hear voices and I do what they say and shit like this happens. I mean, I do tarot reads on individuals and the individuals I do reads on, show up in the fucking cards.
And I don’t say half the shit I do. If I post this right now, you wouldn’t even understand.
But, you don’t have to understand this. I’m going to tell you that I lived in this room. This room interdimensionally reflects the previous airBnB I was in. It not only does this, but does so in a way that outlined my past, present and future in one picture. But, this picture was initially from 2022. 3 years ago. The things in this picture, several of them were in my room at the same time, in the same places. But, most importantly, it gave me clear instructions for my future. And I am very cagey when it comes to that, which is why I’m not giving a full explanation about what’s in this photo. But, whether or not you believe me is irrelevant. Why? Because unlike most other intuitives, my guides give me ways to prove it. So:
Yes, inside of this random picture from Rule34.xxx, on a random fucking screenshot used to fill this laptop asset, in this throwaway 3D picture, is a near replica of the exact area in The Truth Chapter 5: The Church of Satan, in which my guides first woke me up to the truth about the lie of who was on the Cross. That’s Plaza De Palau in Barcelona. The Tribe gave me a vision of it in an OBE, then led me to it on Google Earth. This was specifically done to show me that Jesus on the cross was a lie, and that Jesus is actually Lucifer. Who is my son. Who you worship as Jesus, because you’ve been tricked into worshipping the Morning Star. You shouldn’t be worshipping anything.
Understand this is just ONE thing in this picture. You think this is a trip? Wait until the moves are made that reveal the second laptop above that one. Near the wall. That’s a screenshot, too. But, we’re not going to talk about that right now.
This is just what I do. This is how I live. I look at the clock and can see what next move I need to make, by what the numbers say. My Tribe will tell me not to fuck with people and then let me find out they had HIV. I just sat down and wrote out a poem they channeled through me in like an hour. I have literal fucking super powers. I don’t even say half of them. But, I’ll say one now: I can read your mind with oracle cards.
Don’t believe me?
This is how one of my opps sees me:
How do I know that this is the answer when I read the mind of one of my enemies using oracle cards?
THIS is how I know. Because she stalks me, as these agents do. And so what she sees enters her mental energy field and becomes data for my guides to access and relay back to me. So, they let me know she’s seen me in this outfit in my blogs and has watched Exposed. Again, not mystical. Mind reading is something machines can do today. Now, imagine those machines evolved by a trillion years. That would be me. (And you, if you’re a Starseed.). So, when this opp sees me, she thinks I’m talented, pretty, hardworking, devilish (or just outright the devil herself). She knows I’ve been abused, she knows my life is genuinely in danger, and she knows I’m being locked down. And I don’t think she’s a fan of my expose. And why would she be?
She was the star of the show for the first hour.
Once again, Demi Mitchell. And, for the record, Demi Mitchell is not actually pictured in this montage. I can’t find a publicly available photo of her. All of these are individuals who look just like her. Especially Alicia Keys. She was known as an Alicia Keys clone by everyone in the center at Peloton. But, these people stay connected to me. They follow, watch, stalk, etc… And as a result, their energy lingers in my energy, and my Tribe keeps talking to me about them.
And oddly, just like with Dwayne and Whitley, it seems every time something happens with Demi now, something also happens with Shelley Dingman.
But, see, we’re going to do this a little different, because I just said some wild shit. I said I can read someone’s mind from, I don’t know where she is, I guess dozens of miles away? I suppose we’re both still in Vegas. So, I’m going to swoop in here and do this all dramatic like to prove superhuman shit is happening here.
So, the Tribe will give me a card like this. With another Shelley Dingman clone. Stating she’s being abandoned. Why? Because I’m about to leave this all behind me and very soon.
But, surprise, because not only does the new clone look like Shelley, she also looks like Josyln Jane. Who also kinda looks like Shelley, but not so much that I wanted to distract from the other cop, who looks just like her, when I was first brought this cop clone several entries ago for Shelley Dingman.
But, lo and behold, the new clone, also looks like the other half of the following doppelganger group. This group is unique in that it centers around two cores, that don’t look that much alike, but their clones do. Or, well it did, until this new one that connected it all together. Basically, it’s now a bunch of women who look like a scale between Shelley Dingman (My former supervisor at Enova) and Katelyn Templeton (The agent who recruited me to Enova). It’s just basically a bunch of bad bitches who look like each other, at this point.
You live in a simulation.
And I’m just going to be real:
My guides are letting me know I control this shit. And if I wanted to be evil, I could destroy it all. I don’t talk about all I’ve seen, but I’m starting to believe I actually could manifest shit on this scale. I should probably explain this picture a bit more. My guides will often use figures in media to give me analogies about myself and what they want. One of those analogies is Magneto. Probably my favorite thus far outside of the Equalizer. They will tell me to go to Youtube, and then lead me to a video they want me to watch, something will happen, and then they’ll have me do a read, and it’s as you see. It will match.
For me, this is to help me to understand my position. I’m not a hero. I’m a villain. I’m not here to be cheered or loved. I’m here to be hated and to destroy everything. From the Bible to the Governments of the world. Magneto is the Malcolm X of the Mutant World. (Malcolm, a “villain” in his own time, is one of my guides. Malcolm was assassinated by the US Government. No question. He has shown himself through the reads before and exposed this in Chapter 4 of the Truth: Informational Bounties.) But, Magneto is a revolutionary who will kill anyone, destroy anything, to free his people. I always identified with Magneto over Professor X. He’s always been right. When you have an enemy that won’t relent, who only wants to kill and enslave you, just because of who you are? What you are? You put dogs like that down if you want to be free. Peace with an oppressor has never, and will never, be achieved without that oppressor being made to understand they are not superior. Nothing achieves that desired understanding faster than swift and merciless death. Hard to feel superior, when you’re burying half your friends and family.
Magneto in this film, finally has enough and decides to bring about the Apocalypse with…Apocalypse. And this is an analogy for myself. Finally having enough, I am tearing down everything I can. One doppelganger, one bible contradiction, one cursed and dead pope at a time.
I’m waking up. And as such, I’m starting to really understand that I’m in a simulation and that things really aren’t what they seem. But, one thing is exactly as it seems, and that’s what my guides tell me. And so, for months now, they have been telling me that I’m struggling with amnesia. Over and over again, including tonight.
I have an impending sense of doom. Like I’m running out of time to get something. I asked my Tribe if I’m missing something. They, once again, start giving me reads with memory problems in them:
It’s quite simple, even though I find it unbelievable. But, here is the read that “Abandoned” card came from:
As I am about to shift dimensions again, and leave, they do not want to be left and abandoned. To the point of where they do all of this weirdo stalker shit. Which in turn, only makes me consider them deadly enemies that need to be killed off, before they kill me. (That’s why crush is so dark. That’s how I see them.).
But, I feel like tonight, if I don’t admit this, I’m fucking up to the point of where I endanger myself and my mission. And I AM NOT REPEATING THIS SHIT. EVER. And so, the Tribe is making it clear there are people here I can’t abandon and possibly know from previous lives. I’m certain I know Anya Taylor-Joy on that side. (Not on this one). The deal breaker for me was a read containing Alice (my guide) as Sadako. Alice telling me that I am forgetting shit and she won’t kill them. When she’s my NUMBER ONE hitter! She’ll kill an opp as easily as breathe. And she won’t do it.
So, maybe I do know them? I don’t fucking know. I wrote this article last night. I didn’t put it out. I’m looking at it again this morning. Because I’m not comfortable releasing this. I’m not comfortable with what my guides are showing me. They show me them naked, having sex with me. That some of the things I see as trying to set me up, as being genuine. But, I don’t remember and I don’t trust anyone or anything, after what happened with my family. I don’t even trust my guides to correctly guide me when it comes to dealing with others. I’d just rather keep it distant.
How does one even know if they’re struggling with memory loss? Why would Demi blow a kiss at me and tell me she misses me when she barely knows me? That’s clearly a set up. Either that, or somehow, she knows me and I don’t know her. I would watch her day after day staring at me, while she thought I didn’t notice. I’d watch a lot of them do that. I’m a paranoid person now. Why is Marvin still contacting me? Why is it when I unblocked them, Michelle was contacting me within days? Clearly following my account she shouldn’t even know about? Why did Isaiah keep coming to ask me weird questions about him and Demi? What exactly is going on? I think about all the shit going all the way back to the Salvation Army and Chris Franklin.
Why is this happening? I know damn well everyone at Enova follows this shit. Why is Alexxus dressing like this after Fly With The Phoenix 2?
This happened back in April. A few weeks after I released Fly With The Phoenix 2, Alexuss dressed like this to work. I just took it as subtle mockery from an opp. Noted it for my files for future use if needed, and moved on. But, it let me know, among other things, that these are agents who follow me online.
But, if I’ve forgotten things, what if this isn’t meant to be a jab at me? What if this was a clue? Maybe even a sign of respect? I don’t know. I just naturally distrust anything anyone does. I should. People can’t be trusted. But, I can’t allow paranoia to rule my life, either. If the Tribe says there’s something more here, then I must listen. I have no other choice.
I have to look at this and recognize that I might be wrong:
I looked at this and laughed. What a great way to humiliate my Christian enemies. (Especially uncensored.). But, something happened, and I have to admit it. Rene Northern. For fucks sake, they audibly told me to do this right now. That’s how badly I don’t want to do this. Audibly… This is a destiny move. This is big. It’s the only time they audibly speak to tell me to do something. Holy shit…
This is a chart I keep of visions that I have yet to be led to from my visionstreams. The red squares are visions that I was led to and removed from the database. Fortunately, as I don’t keep this up like I should, there’s one that I was led to, that I haven’t red boxed out, yet. It’s the bottom center square. The vision I mentioned of that pathway, is a real place. The Tribe led me to it through a Youtuber named Enes Yilmazer later on.
This is a section from my Pre-Rich files, in which I keep a montage of people, places and things they show me in advance, and then show me in real life. The upper left hand corner would be the path that I saw in the vision from my database. This is an example of what’s contained in this file, and there are hundreds of them.
I would like to direct your attention however back up to the upper right of the grid to the vision of the woman in the SUV with four kids. That woman is Rene Northern. I did not see her in that particular vision, but in another vision, in the same car, I saw this same family, and I saw Rene. I didn’t realize it until recently. Rene said she had a kid. In the dream she had four that I was riding with. My kids? I don’t know. As I’ve said before, my guides have shown me I will have many children with many people. I am not monogamous at all. Is this person I thought was an enemy one? Who knows? I just know my Tribe audibly told me to show two things I would never speak on with a gun to my head. Hell, I’m not even going to point out the actual reason I am shocked they said to share this publicly. That it’s even there, means we’re very close to a complete upheaval of the social order. But, this is for future discussions. Not now.
For now, I have to accept that I’m surrounded by individuals that I’ve seen in visions and dreams before I ever met them. My Tribe is giving me clones of them left and right. They won’t curse them when I ask and instead tell me I’m struggling with memory issues, and they won’t let me walk away.
I can’t fight. I can’t run. I can’t hide. I just have to stand here and let whatever is happening, happen.
And so, I guess I will. I’m still leaving Enova, though. Fuck that call volume.
Now, here’s a random Alistair Overeem doppelganger from a Few Good Men, just because The Tribe wanted to match the one they did for Tom Cruise, already.
Adios.
And again, THIS IS HOW THIS WORKS:
“Tribe, does that Alistair Overeem clone really look like him?”
Why is it so important that the Tribe gave me this read as an answer when I asked that question during editing for errors?
I mean, besides the obvious fact that they answered my question about a clone, by giving me another pair of clones…and one of them is titled “Caged!”…for the former Cage Fighter, Alistair Overeem.
It’s the fact, that I asked this exact same question of them before. When they gave me this doppelgangerish situation.
I doubted it, because she’s a woman who, in any other context but this one, looks nothing like Michael Jackson at all. (But, she sure looks like her new clone, doesn’t she? LOL!) But, why did they give me this photo for MJ in the first place?
Because I obviously asked the question that anyone would ask if they had the ability to communicate with interdimensional beings who know the truth about everything, because it’s all a part of the game design. “Did he do it?”
They told me plainly, that Michael Jackson was innocent of any crimes against children. And then to confirm it, they told me that I needed to step up to the plate and declare his innocence. Dead Tone is them on the other end of the line in this game. I’m asking them if he got behind a boy. And then they give me a Doppelganger of the man I just asked about. Souvenir was implicitly them telling me I could continue to keep his music as a souvenir of his time here, instead of deleting it like they had me do various pedophile musicians they revealed to me in my playlist. And if you want to know who I’m talking about? My guides showed me literally everyone connected to Diddy in dreams years before Diddy was ever exposed and I had no idea why. From TD Jakes to Justin Beiber, Beyonce Knowles to Ariana Grande. Dream after dream. And when the Diddy shit broke, every last one of them was connected to him and his parties. They just walked me through the entire group. One by one. I did a blog on it. Shockingly, it was the last blog I posted on my now defunct previous website. Funny that.
Call your lawyers. Tell them that after you join Val Kilmer, Angie Stone, Pope Francis, Gene Hackman and Jeff Baena? That if any of them survive long enough to actually win any defamation money for you? That you’d like to have it distributed to your children posthumously. I don’t give a fuck. I’ll put death curses on your entire legal team. Your entire fucking entourage. You fucking diddlers. Take a look at this article. Take a look at this website. Understand that each event, each clone that you see, is a guarantee that unstoppable beings are going to BURY you for what you’ve done to children. If you knew? You fall. It’s simple: With what is coming, you will know who the pedophiles in Hollywood are, and who weren’t. The ones who weren’t touching kids will still be breathing. That’s it. No one can do anything about it. No one will save you. No one can. Just like the children you raped and murdered at your Diddy-like parties. No one will save you from the monster under your bed, either.
Oh, and since I REALLY DO NOT GIVE A FUCK… I have a question:
If Kendrick Lamar knew all of that shit about Drake for all of those years…why the fuck did he wait a decade to speak up? “They not like us?”. I agree. I don’t let known pedophiles move quietly for a decade. That shit is getting blown up the same day. What was he waiting on? The right marketing opportunity? I loved Kendrick, too. Tell me, how many other industry pedoes you keeping quiet about for the next album? Do you really need a song to blow out some fucking child rapists? Just do it. Anyone in Hollywood who knows something, just fucking do it.
But, not all of these motherfuckers are on that shit. The Tribe loves Lil’ Wayne. Which is odd to me. Becuase you know, “Young Money”? “Drake and Wayne”? I dunno. They love him, though.
At any rate, I’m done. I’ve got other shit to do.
You know, there’s one thing I’m going to say before I go. Demi Mitchell said something to me. She asked me in the hallway once, something about friends or family, I can’t remember now. But, I told her that I didn’t have anyone I trusted. And she said that she hoped that I would find friends that I could trust, some day. It pissed me off. I thought it was fake as shit, as this was someone who wanted me dead. I mean, my food had just been tampered with not shortly before. The Tribe did identify her as talking shit. So, internally, it meant nothing to me. Just more bullshit like missing me when she barely knew me. Just a way to try and worm her way in to destroy me.
That moment keeps coming up in my mind. I wonder if she actually meant that? If you’ve forgotten someone from a past life, how would you even know? What if I do have amnesia? I don’t know. I’m just tired. This shit is pretty fucking exhausting to deal with on a daily basis. I just want it to be over.
Sure, Tribe. I’ll go to Youtube. Oh, that new Superman movie does look lit. Oh, watch the trailer? Oh, sure…well, of course there’s a Demi Moore lookalike. Because we’re just doing the whole cast of A Few Good Men, aren’t we? I know Kevin Bacon’s coming. He was the opposition in both this film and against Magneto in the X-Men as Sebastian Shaw. Only a matter of time.
YOU ARE HERE.
And also? You’re dead. And have been for nearly eternity. You’re not “you”. You’re the A.I. version of the original you. From 11,101,010,101,101,110,011,001,000 years ago. Honestly? This is probably my billionth time cursing these cops. This is probably your millionth time reading about it. You’re not reincarnated. You’re reset.
Dueces.