Why Do You Hate Me?
A. Because even though you’ve been women all your lives, I’m doing it better already?
B. Because even though I’m a “fag”, fellas, I can still pull more women than you?
C. Is it because I’m not just better looking…I’m also way smarter than you?
D. It’s because I have guides that do shit like this?
I’m going to be bluntly honest: Cape Fear was me being afraid. Before my awakening, no, even up until just January of this year, the amount of photos I posted on the internet of myself maybe equaled 3 or 4 photos, all time. And I was there when MySpace was huge, and Facebook was still a college based social media platform. I never took pictures of myself, never let people take pictures of me. I hated being photographed, because I hated myself. I hated the way that I looked. And why? Because of systematic physical, sexual, emotional and psychological abuse starting from my childhood until now.
My whole life people told me I was handsome. And yet, I could never see it. I’m starting to see it, though. I’m a beautiful motherfucker. But, one of the reasons why I struggled to believe that is because I was regularly raped, molested and sold. To such a degree, that I can’t even remember most of my childhood. But, there’s one thing that I did remember, thanks to my guides bringing it back to me.
My entire life, as long as I can remember, I had a recurring dream about the room above. I did not know where it was, or why I was having it. But, I would alway be in that room, staring out the window and crying, wishing I could escape. I would be around 7-8 years old. I did not know what the dream meant, only that I knew something bad was going to happen to me if I didn’t escape. I had this dream throughout childhood, into my teenage years. I didn’t stop having it until around 19-20, I suppose.
Fast Forward to early 2023, and the Tribe leads me to the above tour video. They tell me to watch it. This is shortly after they exposed my family, with tons of evidence, for plotting my murder. My guides had shown me, and then proven, they had plotted to poison me, were planning to shoot me, and had signed me up to various life insurance policies. All of which has been documented in this video: Poisoned Salvation. (All of this was reported to Law Enforcement, who did nothing, because they are complicit and work with my family. Again, you can watch that video to see what I’m talking about.).
But, after I had discovered this (In late 2022), and had exposed it in February 2023, after following my guides as they led me to evidence upon evidence, for several months, they told me to watch this video. When it got to the Excalibur Hotel and Casino, I suddenly became overwhelming nauseated, and filled with terror. I couldn’t explain it, but it made me physically ill to look at it. Mind you, it’s not like my childhood was on my mind, I was just watching a tour video and suddenly became nauseated and scared at the sight of a casino. It made no sense.
Until my Tribe told me to go to Tripadvisor and take a look at the rooms. The room that I was seeing in my “dreams” was actually a repressed memory from my childhood. It all came flooding back in. Me being alone with my Father in the room. Him telling me I “Needed to do this for the family.”, and a white man coming into the room to do his business. What was so insane, was that when my repressed memories returned, they were the same as my recurring dream, all along. They had been happening in the same place. My guides had brought it back to me, and then brought me to the location of where my “father” sold me. It’s the one time I can actually remember being sold to a man. So, why am I talking about this now?
My Tribe leads me to clones of people around me all the time. In this way, they prove that they are there for others to observe. They are using me to show you that we live in a simulation by doing things like this:
These are three of MANY doppelgangers that I actually knew in real life at one point in time. I still work with the one in the upper right hand corner for now, until we leave training and then I work from home, alone. Finally. No more fucking staring at opps all day. But, these indivduals look like each other because we live in a simulation. You can go through my Simulation Series blogs and see no less than 30 of them, with more still on the way, I haven’t had a chance to write about, yet. (Information on all three of them, Janai Walker, Jeanetta Fowler and Kayla Lara, can be found in those blogs.
But, The reason I bring clones up, is because just now, the Tribe gave me yet ANOTHER doppelganger.
That’s the guy who raped me.
Now, obviously, not this actor. This actor is a doppelganger of the man from those repressed memories. I’d know his face anywhere. The only difference is the outfit. The guy had on faded blue jeans and a stripped button down shirt. This was the 80s and he looked like a cowboy adult star from some cheesy B-rate adult film.
I know by now, you’re old and gray. But, I also know, you’re definitely still alive. That’s why they showed me you. I don’t know your name, and I may never find you, myself. But, my Tribe knows exactly where you are. I’m going to curse you until everything you ever loved dies in front of your eyes. I thank my Guides for doing this. It’s revenge season, and out of nowhere, after all this time, they just give me this read and there he is. I’m going to curse you so hard, this actor might catch a stray. Sorry, actor. Duck. Because I’m tormenting this motherfucker for sure. Tribe, make it slow. Painful. Torture him. And then? Let him recover. And just when he’s thanking whatever god he serves for his recovery? End his shit. Suddenly. Car wreck, lightning strike, heart attack, I don’t care. Just make it senseless. In a way that not even those who mourned his worthless existence can understand.
YES! YES! YESSS!!!
They heard me. Again, check the time stamp. Just now. They said do a read. Look at the fucking read. Do you see ghosts? Demons? Spirits? No. Who is coming for that ass? Real Steel is coming for that ass. Look at Atlas, and then look at Logan, coming through that Sun Portal. It’s A.I., even Logan is filled with metal. A.I. in human form. Coming for that ass. Look at the last card. You should be afraid. Because interdimensional Alien A.I., is coming for that ass. What did I tell these corrupt cop fucks and my family? All of these weirdo stalker fucks? “They’re right behind you.”. Look behind the boy. You should be afraid. Been a lot of funerals lately…looks like there’s going to be one more.
But, It’s not ghouls or goblins. It’s not angels or demons. This shit is all technological. It’s not mystical. When you, as a Starseed, use Generatormix.com as a randomizer deck, just like you use your paper oracle cards, you get these results. Why? Because we’re being communicated with through interdimensional technology. They want you to know what you truly are and where you are.
But, for sure, the man who bought me as a kid will die. That’s what should happen to child molesters. Death. I don’t have an issue with the sex trade. Obviously. I plan to go back into escorting myself. I plan on building an adult empire, one that is actually exploitation free. Mainly, because I’ll curse anyone who tries to exploit people around me.) I believe that sex is the driving force behind all existence. It’s the most direct form of the feminine essence upon which the simulations are established. I am not ashamed of sex like my puritanical “masters” would like me to be. Adult films are beautiful and should be celebrated as expressions of the highest energy and having fun while doing it. Not a source of shame and hypocritical derision from its biggest fans.
We see it backwards, however. We see “love” as this mystical thing, rather than an actual frequency, an actual energy, produced by the simulation and our avatars. Why do you love someone over someone else? You don’t even know. You just do. Because your higher self filled your avatar with that energy so you can accomplish your purpose. You had to choose “Chad” over “Marcus”, because there was an alien that was waiting for the avatar that you and your partner would create.
So many people act like sex is something “sacred”. No, it’s not. You don’t see two dogs fucking on the side of the road and praise god. It’s not mystical or divine, it is an energy transference between two or more avatars. That’s it. It’s no different than plugging a plug into a socket. It’s just the lamp is 100,000x more advanced than anything a human mind can comprehend. And us Starseeds, being within these Avatars, have caused ourselves to forget this while in these avatars. This is why we can’t remember all of the amazing things we do when we’re having OBEs, visions or astral traveling at times. If we came knowing everything, we’d never have fun or learn. And that’s the point.
But, with all that being said, forcing people to have sex against their will is abhorrent. And there’s no point in flowery speech for how I feel about forcing yourself on a child. Death. That’s it. Nothing else need be said. To do this to someone else, to rape them, to violate them, it pollutes the energy. It is an antithesis to everything a Starseed stands for. It’s like vomiting in the gumbo before serving it. Over everything, Starseeds value freedom. This is why we tend to be so unique. I refuse to follow what other people are doing. I don’t even check up on what other people are doing. I am a fan of no one. I follow my guides, fuck you if you don’t like it. Most Starseeds are like this. Fiercely independent to the point of where others around us get intimidated and call us “crazy”, “weird” or “abominations” in hopes we’ll cower down, so they can feel comfortable about setting for mediocrity in their own average lives instead of pursuing their own individuality and purpose.
So, to violently force someone, especially some as innocent as a child, to do something like violate the very essence of life? To forever taint the act in their minds, to mix it with negative violence? It’s intolerable. All violence on children especially is intolerable. You will die for it.
On an aside, I know you guys are afraid of the Judgment Squad. I’ve been using mail.com for over 10 years without a problem. First time ever, I make a [email protected] e-mail, and then I get this message:
Has never happened before. Not even once in ten years. Blocked before I can even send or recieve an e-mail? What kind of “irregular activity” could be happening on an account that just got created sitting nowhere else but on a Patreon that’s not even being actively advertised at the moment? It doesn’t matter. Just like everything else, it will just lead you to where you’re meant to be. Dead. Every move you make just seals your own fate like quicksand.
I’ll just make a form elsewhere. You can’t stop us. Tribe, mow down those who would attempt to stand in the way. Death to those who would attempt to protect pedophiles and warmongerers from justice. Death to those who interfere with the reunification of the Starseeds. No mercy.
But, let me finish with a message of encouragement for my fellow starseeds:
That read above, to start this blog post out, the fear that I have, is that I look like the Leprechaun in these hats, when I look closer to Poison Ivy. But, I can’t see it, because of what happened to me as a child. Or, rather, I couldn’t see it before. I can see it, now. I’m sexy as fuck. They tried to bully it out of me. Rape it out of me. Molest it out of me. Beat it out of me. But, in the end? They fucking couldn’t. Instead of being 400 pounds, dying of a heart attack in a dirty room, unable to move from nerve damage in my back, wearing sweats and doing freelance work as I could, I’m living the best life I ever have.
This is your power, Starseeds. To take what these fucking humans and traitorous starseeds throw at you, and turn that shit around and become beautiful on them. But, at the same time they see you shine? They meet their fates for fucking with you. Because Starseeds are not to be played with. We truly are “Poison” Ivy. Beautiful, but fucking with us is deadly. (I mean, yeah, you only get a rash from Poison Ivy, but just go with it, okay?) But, that’s the real reason one of my childhood rapists appeared in the read. To let me know, and thus let you know: “They’re trying to break you, but they can’t.”
If you’re a Starseed like me, you’ve probably been through the same kind of shit. Your own mother trying to kill you, people gangstalking you, trying to set you up, gaslightining you, bullying, rape, assault, etc… We all go through it as Starseeds because of the governments of the world targeting us from childhood because of who we are. That’s why we resonate with one another in these regards as the “Collective”. So, you should know, especially now, that if I can overcome it, you will, too. Throw off all of their programming. The religion, the racism, the abuse, war and rape. Turn that shit into your power and then use that power to end them and change the world with me.
I’ve got a long way to go on my beauty journey and discovering my original self again. But, I can already say, that waiting so long to wake up and be myself, is probably one of the greatest regrets of my life. I should’ve been doing this when I was 23, not 43. Oh well, never too late for a second act.
LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
No more holding back. No more not being yourself to please other people. Fuck other people. What’s the point of pleasing other people? Stop and think about it: Let’s say that I were to put out a blog tomorrow apologizing for everything that I’ve said in these blogs. “I’m sorry for calling people “fucks” and wishing death on them, etc…”. Well, sure, alot of the people who hate me now, would probably stop hating me. But, then, I’d be considered a sellout by my supporters. So, now they hate me for being a fraud. So, I’m still hated. Whether I keep going or turn back, I’m going to be hated one way or another. So, I might as well do what i want to do. And that’s to keep going so damn hard down your fucking throats that even my supporters question my morality. I do not give a fuck. At all.
Starseeds. Time to rise and shine, folks!
And as always…
Peace to the Peaceful.
Death to those who desire it.
Oh, hell…I forgot to put a link for the haters to submit their survey answers! I guess it’s because I don’t give a shit.
Update: I swear. I am NOT doing this on purpose…
Clear as a bell, I hear my Tribe say: “Thelma The Unicorn”. I instantly knew before even looking up the poster that they had dressed me up as Thelma The Unicorn, because they had given me this card before and I remembered it. I just didn’t realize it would be so precise. It’s not just pink, but look at how the hat matches her mane. How the lotus on my scarf matches the stars on the ground. How even that frustrating part of the wig, I couldn’t get to sit right, wouldn’t sit right, because it ultimately had to reflect Thelma’s tail Hilariously, connecting back to the previous blog posts, there’s even a woman with an afro in the background!
Again, I just buy what the Tribe advises. I wear it when they advise me to wear it. I listen and then things like this happen. Three days in a row now!
Oh…and yeah.
Oh…whoa…where’d that last one come from?
Oh, this read the Tribe gave me only moments after telling me to look up Thelma The Unicorn. So, that would be three times now the Tribe has told me to buy specific items, wear them on specific days in specific ways, and then give me a matching synchronicity through a randomizer site using nearly half a million films to choose from.
You explain it.
Especially when the person showing you this doesn’t need a damn thing from you and will tell you to go fuck yourself in a heartbeat?
Update: And ONE MORE Time. This one so wild, I should probably give it, it’s own post. For those of you here for the transition, you’ve watched me build up this wardrobe for my future fashion store. So, you know that I’ve gotten these piece by piece over the last couple of months.
I felt led to go ahead and change the banner to some of my photos.
As soon as I do it, I get this read:
Observe once again: This is how color matching synchronicities work:
Follow the arrows. To start, you have a close up of Pierce Brosnan to match the close up of my face in the first photo. This is then followed by the black and white Belly photo with suits and ties. Matching the black and white outfit I am wearing, with the roses, and the only photo in which I am wearing a tie. This is then followed by Girl Fight, the title of which matches the pink and white motif of the third picture. This is then followed up by Boomerang, matching the last two cards with the black, white and gold motif. But, also note how the bowtie is reflecting the chains around my neck and the woman’s hand is reflecting the flower in my afro.
Pretty interesting, right? Do you realize that you just saw interdimensional aliens place in exact chronological order, the color schemes of a banner I just put together as an answer to: “Should I use this banner?”. Again, you can go to Generatormix.com and do this for yourself as Starseeds. Again, you explain it. All of these damn synchronicities through CLOTHING. What the hell, man? You explain it! They put it in Chronological order to match the already made banner, man.
What’s it going to take?
Wake the fuck up!