A brand new season in my life has begun. The old is flushing itself down the toilet, while new opportunities, people and paths open up. As such, life can’t be all about the people you leave behind, because they chose to behave as people beneath you. And as arrogant as that may sound, keep in mind, Starseeds: Crabs that reach UP to pull other crabs DOWN, automatically admit they have to go ABOVE themselves to reach someone for whom they know they are BENEATH. It’s why they reached in the first place. They don’t believe they have what it takes to get out of the barrel themselves. And thus, their legacy is to die at the bottom of it, having been nothing more than a detriment to those who would be great. What a pathetic existence, indeed.
But, this is not about our haters in the rearview, Starseeds. This is about our future. The reason I am writing this blog, is because I want to follow the instructions of my guides to start giving smaller synchroncities as they occur, instead of saving them up for long blog posts. The more I share, the more you’ll wake up and embrace your own power and greatness and we can all rise together. We can leave the bottom barrel crabs where they belong. In our stomachs. (Wait…that doesn’t sound right.) But, in that vein, allow me to show you this:
Of particular interest, is the time and date of this photo. It was taken yesterday while I was out getting my exercise. In Vegas, they paint the utility boxes on the sidewalks. The Tribe has actually been giving me synchronicities through these kinds of artworks since I got to Las Vegas. Probably the most recognizable for those familiar with me over the past year or two would be the Morgan Street Bee Synchronicity with Dolinar Gaspar’s artwork.
To explain this to the unfamiliar: Before I was familiar with what my family was doing. (Defrauding me, plotting my death) the Tribe led me to a Youtuber by the name of Gaspar Dolinar. He runs a Youtube channel called Attract Passion. He is a fellow starseed who has drawn about a half-dozen of my Outer Body Experiences in his artwork, even though we have never met. But, of all of his artwork, nothing was more shocking than this.
The Tribe led me to this particular artwork of his years ago, before I even knew I would end up in Las Vegas, if I remember correctly. The artwork is called “The Rose That Grew Through Concrete”. A year or so later, I would literally end up inside of his artwork inside of this simulation.
When I hit Las Vegas on the run, I didn’t have much money, and was scrambling, but just didn’t have enough time to build up a business and I couldn’t find a job fast enough. I ended up homeless on the streets. And at this very park, which is Ethel Pearson park in North Las Vegas, I was walking back towards the playground to get out of the Sun, when I noticed it. I was standing right where the artwork was being displayed in reality.
As you can see, the buildings on the left are similar, then you head down the street where you see the mountains in the distance. And then you see the open expanse. That would be the playground itself, with its wide grassy area. But, when I saw this, I wondered: “Where is the Bee and Flower?” I just wrote it off as “Well, there are bees out here. So, I guess that counts?”. But, the Tribe had better than that planned, as they later had me go around the corner from the park and, as you can see, there was the bee on the flower. Just on the next corner.
Even as I write this out, I’m tripping out. Because I always knew that this artwork was showing that I would fall to the bottom in this place, but rise again. (Nothing, absolutely fucking NOTHING can stop me from reaching my destiny.) But, what I didn’t realize until now, is that the Tribe has been leading me to flowers in my new fashion business. HOLY SHIT. What the fuck?!
No fucking way.
Okay, this is live. I’m going to show you something, right now.
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON, DAMNIT! EVERYTHING! This is fucking insane! Okay, let me explain what is happening right now:
What I was about to say in the paragraph above, before I realized EXACTLY why the Tribe has me writing this blog, instead of doing my plans, is this: I didn’t realize that when the Tribe brought me out of that situation, that a part of it would be fashion and that they would have me using roses. Look at the flower that the bee in the artwork is sitting on. It’s a rose. The Tribe planned this shit all from the beginning!
Now, if you’ve been following this blog, you know that I was just recently called to make fashion one of my businesses. The first outfit they gave me, before I even knew they were calling me into this, was a layout I called “White Rose”. I’ve already worn it and plan to sell the parts.
You see that the motif was “White Outfit – Red Roses”. This is my comeback season. And the lead off for it is fashion. And the flower they chose to have me break out in, is the same flower in the artwork: “The Rose”. I never put two and two together until now. But, shit gets deeper. Because look at the other flower that the Bee in real life is sitting on next to the park? It’s a Sunflower.
LITERALLY, the reason why this blog is not already finished, and why there is a clear 3 hour time gap between the photo I put in here at 3:58pm to show the first multicolored artwork, and then later the clothing items at 6:32pm, is that literally while I was in the middle of writing the blog, the gear came for my Sunflower Fashion Layout. I stopped to go through everything and make sure it was right.
I was only trying to give Gaspar Dolinar as an example of how they used artwork on utility boxes to deliver messages to me. But, I see now they were trying to show me the way out of the concrete the entire time. It’s fashion. The Roses and Sunflowers they led me to. I don’t pick these outfits alone. I ask my guides to show me what to put together. And showing you that was the point of this blog, but I didn’t expect them to show out like this. I don’t even care if no one else can see it. For me, this is one of the greatest moments of my life. My clear direction being set before me, undeniably, which was right in front of me the entire time!
You have to understand: The very name of that street is “Morgan”. Three of the names of the people in my family who wanted to bury me in the concrete were my mother, Pamela Morgan, my brother Derek Morgan, and my uncle, Rodney Morgan, who the Tribe told me they would kill a year in advance for his role in what was done to me.
I didn’t even realize that’s what they were telling me at the time. They just said to tell my mother a year from now that she would lose her job, but she’ll be able to pay the bills. A year later, to the day, she was laid off, and then Rodney Morgan died via COVID, leaving her a small inheritance of $2,500 dollars for the bills.
I wouldn’t realize until several years later, that the reason they did that is because they knew what my family was doing to me when I didn’t. And that his death was justice. As were the deaths and punishments of everyone who they would later judge after him for their involvement.
I lived through that. Saw it with my own two eyes. I felt Rodney Morgan’s presence leave when he died. I literally felt it. I went to tell my mother he was gone, and as soon as I did, the phone rang from the hospice to tell Pamela that he was dead. (The shit gets this deep. Starseeds know the business. Fucking with us isn’t just suicide, it’s literally looking up at the Tribe and saying: “Please erase my entire lineage forever.”)
But, this is what I lived through. So, sitting in the park and walking past that mural, but never realizing what it truly meant until this moment, it’s a literal guarantee that I’ve found my way out of the mud. It’s crazy. There are NO coincidences. That Sunflower fit came right now, because what I felt earlier was the truth. It’s time for me transition away from 3D porn and into fashion and the other ventures they have for me, including real porn. (I’ll of course finish my commissions, but the future is clear.).
And in that vein, let me explain what I planned to explain the entire time about how the Tribe leads us:
Again, as you saw above, there was this picture:
Again, note that it was taken yesterday on February 13th. Also notice that today, February 14th, is the arrival of the Sunflower outfit. So, you know this isn’t edited, this is truly yesterday.
Yesterday, while I was on my walk, the Tribe caught my attention and directed me over to the below utility box.
They told me they wanted me to make a fashion layout out of it. I think it’s pretty, so I am, of course, willing. So, I took photos of it, so I could ultimately find clothing that matched the motif.
That brings us to today. The Tribe gave me yet another layout that I called “Panther”. And finally, it includes a wig for me to wear!
Now, something unusual happened with this layout. Once it was done and I used tarot to confirm that I was properly guided by the Tribe to put the right ensemble together, they said they didn’t approve. That’s never happened before. I asked them where did I miss them? And they led me to the shawl. They said they didn’t want that Shawl. And, it made sense because I picked the shawl myself. They had shown me a wonderful shawl, but I felt like it didn’t really fit with Panther. I could tell it was for something else, and indeed it was for another layout. But, I picked that shawl instead, because look at it! It’s gorgeous! But, they said “Nope.”. And then sent me back to get the scarf they wanted me to get. Which was, of course, better and perfect for a layout called “Panther”.
Obviously a far better choice for the layout than what I was going to go with, since the theme is supposed to be “Strong, African, Beautiful”. But, the way I got to this scarf, is because the Tribe specifically told me to type in “Tiger Shawl”. Now, you can see this for yourself, that this shawl appears as one of the very first options on the first page. I’ll provide the search link for you to click on here, so you can see it for yourself: CLICK HERE.
So, when I saw this shawl, I was like: “Of course. Because ya’ll are the shit.”. (For the record, the reason why I’m so cold and uncaring to the people around me, is because I have all the friends I need, when I have friends like this. You have to earn my time. I don’t need your cheap companionship. You need to be real, loyal, intelligent, authentic, compatible and extraordinary for me to care about you being by my side. The bar is high. I don’t accept bullshit when my best friends are your so-called “Gods”.)
But, I was going to stop right there. It was the last piece I needed to complete the layout. However, my Tribe told me to keep going. And so I kept going and they led me to all sorts of cool shit for future layouts, but they finished with the coup de grace:
And just so you know that this comes up under “Tiger Shawl” on Amazon…
And there you have it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we live in a simulation. I get it. I know you think we got spoken into existence by an omnipresent ghost. I get it. I do. But, that’s fucking nonsense. I’m sorry. It’s nonsense. And I get why you believe that nonsense, because I believed it, too. For 20 years. Ministry leader. Built a ministry when I was a student at Dallas Baptist University called “Swords In The Streets” with over 100 volunteers working with churches all around the DFW Metroplex to help the poor and teach kids how to witness and evangelize. 100 volunteers, but 20 only ever did the real work. The upside down pyramid exists because subconsciously, most Christians know Christianity is bullshit and never dedicate their lives to it. They’re just afraid of “Hell”.
Don’t get mad. You know you told a lie today. If you REALLY believed your book? You would be in tears knowing you’re going to hell as a liar who trampled the grace of Christ on the cross with willful sin. (Hebrews 10:29) But you’re going to come up with an excuse for why that’s okay for you and then lie, tomorrow, too. Because you know it’s bullshit, even if you don’t want to admit it out loud.
Why haven’t you given all your money to the poor? Why don’t you quit your job and go into Iraq and preach about Jesus? I tell you what; take up a poisonous serpent right now and let it bite you. No? Not stupid? Of course you’re not stupid. You won’t let a viper bite you for the same reason you won’t give your entire paycheck to your church so it can be divided up as everyone needs. It’s because you KNOW the Bible is bullshit and your very essence refuses to live it for real.
You’re too smart for an idiotic book like the Bible that tells you to murder people for talking about other gods. Everyone is just afraid of Hell and death. That’s the only reason you follow Jesus. You don’t love him. He doesn’t even exist for you to love him. But, your actions spell it all out. Every lie, every time you put gas in your car knowing it kills people in the “Middle East”, every time you jump on the internet created by Athiests, you show the world you don’t really believe. And you know you don’t. You just do enough to hopefully get to heaven, just in case it’s true. A few seconds to ask Jesus to come into your heart, and then you’re fine to go and fuck whoever you want, right? The true “believers” are far and few between and well, are pretty fucking goofy.)
Oh, don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who was dumb enough to believe a book that simulataneously told you that you would be sealed for eternity by the Holy Spirit if you accepted Jesus, but then, the same book tells you Satan is released from his bondage AFTER the judgment day, to decieve the nations in one last revolt against the “Messiah”. So, even though you believed and made it into his kingdom, you can still be tricked and die afterwards. Which means all of your prayers, piousness, devotion to Christ now, means NOTHING. (Revelations 20:7-10, by the way. Yeah, I was about that Bible life. LOL! You’re mad, but I was reading that book when I was 8. Before you were probably even born. It’s bullshit. I’m sorry. Your salvation isn’t even secure, even though you were told it was. Because if your fairy tale were true, nothing BUT people who were devout here make it into Christ’s kingdom. Which means ONLY the devout are being tricked 1,000 years from now. So, “Sealed for all eternity by the Holy Spirit?”. Lie.
That’s right. You can dedicate your life to Christ. Say the Sinner’s prayer, abstain from sin, evangelize, help the poor, do everything you can to make into the Kingdom. And then, once you make it? God is going to rise up Satan again to decieve you, so that HE, not Satan, HE can kill you. You served him your whole life, passed the judgment, made it into his Kingdom, and then he turns the Devil on you again to decieve you after 1,000 years, so he can kill you. You get the god you deserve, I suppose.
But, none of that stupidity is for me. As you can see, my Tribe actually LOVES me. (And they love you too, even if you’re on the fuckery at the moment.). I am the “devil” you fear. Because anyone who doesn’t believe in the face of global, religious colonization is the “Devil”. (1 John 2:22) So, I don’t fear the Devil. Hell is a Pagan concept, I don’t fear that. It’s not real. Heaven is a pagan concept:
Go ahead, if you’re not cowards. Look it up. Why does the very beginning of your Bible match the PAGAN cosmology that predated it? It’s because your Bible is a rip-off of older concepts from the ancient civilizations that preceeded it. Sumer, Babylon, Egypt, etc… And those older religious concepts are a rip-off of the Starseeds and their exploits. We are older than the “Annunaki”. But, I don’t have to convince my Starseed brethren. You already know what we are. We just need those of us still asleep to wake out of this stupid bullshit.
Go ahead, find me a Christian who can do what I do and provide the timestamps, photos, videos for it. The “Holy Spirit” doesn’t do this kind of shit, because it’s an invention of men. And when you actually can do these kinds of things they say “It’s demonic possession”. They want me dead for a reason. They die instead for a reason. Who do you think is killing my enemies, if you’ve been following along since 2023? Me? Of course not. I grind and build in my own space. I don’t show up to make sure someone overdoses and dies for fucking with me. My Tribe does. These people don’t mean enough for me to personally go out of my way to harm them. They mean nothing to me. My focus is on my fellow Staseeds. Yet, someone kills, injures and sickens my enemies upon request. Who do you think it is?
This is your TRUE reality. With Timestamps and photos. Given to you by someone who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about your opinions or being liked. I’m not asking for your money like a preacher does and I’m not going to lie to you like your preacher does. I don’t care about you. I don’t know you. I have no incentive to do this, because I can get money without you. I don’t need a single person reading this blog and if you think I need you? Go fuck yourself. I only need my Tribe. I’m doing this for you, because it’s my mission. Do you really think these clothes fucking matter? Of course not. This is a simulation. But, if clothes are needed to wake a few of you up? Then clothes it will be.
You go ahead and you look through those photos. You look at those timestamps. You decide. I’m standing with, and leaving with, my Tribe regardless of what you do. You better wake the fuck up while you still have time.
I’m out.
UPDATE: 8:45PM Check the Time Stamp:
It’s Valentine’s Day. And what’s my flower? Again, this is a randomizer site using almost half a million films. There’s no such thing as coincidence. You live in a simuation. I was just doing proofreading and they told me to stop and do a read. They’re right behind you. Talk to them.
UPDATE: 2/15/2025 (4:49 AM PST):
The Tribe woke me up just now and told me to do some reads. This is one of them:
It seems like maybe, just maybe, the fact that the Tribe identified and executed someone for fucking with me, and let me know a year in advance they were going to do it? Is finally sinking in with some of the individuals who need to finally get it. Yes. Keep going and you’re going to die, too. No one, absolutely, NO ONE, is playing with you on this side of the line. I’m not a hero. I’m not a “good person”. I’m an interdimensional being that leads an army of invisible killers that will drop your ass. And that’s if you’re lucky. Keep fucking around and find out. Speaking through blogs is the polite way to find out your reality isn’t what you thought it was. There’s a very rude option, too.