The following database is going to be a compendium of all of the physical evidence that I have that proves that I am the target of an interstate religious cult with connections to the government, the tech world, and corporations. They call you “crazy” until you produce the receipts.
As this group of agents are really, spectacularly incompetent, I have A LOT of evidence. So, I will be uploading it to this page periodically, starting from the early points up until last month, where the idiots tried to get me evicted from my Airbnb and it backfired on them. The whole lot of them couldn’t make up half a Starseed brain.
At any rate, I’m going to begin with all of the screenshots that I gathered from Pamela Morgan’s phone.
For clarification: When my interdimensional guides told me that my family was plotting my death over money and my real identity, they told me to get my mother’s phone to corroborate what they were telling me:
- That my family was defrauding me over insurance money and some kind of inheritance.
- That my family was actively plotting my death. Plotting to shoot me.
- That my mother had been trying to kill me for decades and it just didn’t work.
- That my family was stalking and sabotaging my relationships.
- That they were stressed out and drinking heavily.
They would prove all of this by having me pretend my phone was broken, and I asked to use hers. Once she gave me her phone, I went through it and discovered my guides were telling the truth on every point.
The second time I got her phone was after their attempts on my life were exposed and I had already confronted them. At this point, I grabbed Pamela’s phone off of the bed, as my guides instructed. She literally attacked me to try and stop me from getting it and tumbled over her belongings. I obviously took the phone back to my room, where she had neglected to clear out more recent emails, with a TON of gun-shopping sites on it.
Please note the first two texts between Pamela and Reginald. I would like to point out this is exactly how these agents and gaslighters work. They already know you’re not crazy. But this is the first narrative they will spin once you begin to awaken.
My parents pretended to be divorced (common law) and in non-contact. They pretended that FOR YEARS along with my entire family. The entire time they were in contact to run this MK Ultra shit on me, and I had no idea.
The first texts are completely fabricated by them in an attempt to cover their tracks — to pretend as if I’ve lost it, and they are loving ex-parents, concerned with their mentally unstable child (who they already knew struggled with depression due to their psychological attacks, and was cleared as completely sane by John Peter Smith Hospital in Ft. Worth).
They already know these things, but here they have to begin to frame me — as was the plan that ultimately backfired.
She was frantically banging on the door, crying for me to let her in. While I said: “Hey, why don’t you just call the cops?”
Why do you think she didn’t? As I went through photo after photo of gun sites she said she had no idea about. Never visited. Until she was shown some of the evidence. Then she did visit, but didn’t pay attention.
I want to take special note of the first text. That is Pamela Morgan’s e-mail subscribed to USCCA.
Understand that when she was first confronted about plotting to shoot me, she stated that she had never been to any gun sites. Then, when I showed her some of the gun sites in her own phone, she switched up and stated that she had been to them, but didn’t read or pay any attention to the information. It was a pop-up ad that got her there.
All of her lies fell apart under scrutiny, to the point where she started saying stupid shit like I used my mind to manifest it into her phone. Which, I now realize that she was dead serious — and I can do shit like that. But I would never think to manifest gun texts in her phone, because I never, in a trillion fucking years, would’ve thought the one person I trusted was trying to murder me for fucking years and was the orchestrator of many of my life’s most painful moments.
Yeah, I shouldn’t think too long about that…
But all the dumb shit falls apart with an actual subscription.
What she didn’t realize is that the only reason she even had any of this in her phone is because the Tribe did indeed set her up. I had a gun. They told me to throw mine away and then tell her. This was when they were still trying to convince me she wanted me dead, and I didn’t believe them.
I did as they instructed. I threw away my gun and I told her it was because I was having suicidal thoughts. She didn’t give two shits about that — she was furious I had thrown away the gun. When I saw her reaction, I was abso-fucking-lutely stunned.
I did my best not to let on about anything the Tribe had told me, but I had to ask one question: “Do you even care that I said I was suicidal?”
It’s another moment I won’t forget. One where I knew my mother was so good at her job, I never really knew her.
When she realized that she had gotten so caught up about the gun, that she neglected to pay attention to the clear trap? She turned on that “motherly concern” so quick, I couldn’t believe it.
She didn’t give two shits, but it was the same fucking face I’d known my whole life when she pretended to care. Every time she was ever concerned about me was 100% fake.
Since childhood, she had been my greatest enemy and wanted me dead.
Hey, I get it. The things I’d do to her if I could get my hands on her? I’d want me dead, too. But, if I didn’t throw away my gun, she would’ve shot me with that gun. Because I threw it away, that made her have to go shopping. Which you now see before you. My Tribe will have you maneuver yourself into the grave the minute you think thoughts like this towards me. Many are already on the path and just don’t know it yet.
But these particular texts, along with the USCCA subscription, are the most shocking ones I found in her phone. (These were from the first time I grabbed it, while the others with the gun shit were from the second. That’s why she was pounding on the door — she knew she was fucked, as she hadn’t cleared her phone. None of that kind of stuff was in there the first time. She was scrubbing it. When she didn’t get that chance once all the gun shit was in there, she flipped the fuck out.)
But these texts were how I knew for sure I was hearing from aliens and they were telling me the truth. It’s one thing for them to tell you someone is trying to kill you — it’s another thing for them to be so specific as:
“Your parents are still in communication. Your family is doing a ton of drinking because they’re stressed. They know you’re waking up.”
And then to see them heavy drinking in the texts.
Wild shit.
But, I also have to explain the first text with Reg Duncan. My entire family was in on this scheme, along with extended family, neighbors, the landlord, co-workers, friends. An entire cult has surrounded me. One of the biggest examples of this is the first text with Reg Duncan. EVERYONE I KNEW, pretended as though my parents were separated and in no-contact for years. That their relationship was one of where they spoke maybe once every couple of years. My mother pretended to be a bitter ex and my father pretended to be a regretful pastor who lost the love of his life because he was too late to change. That was the story. And the entire time, they were in contact. My guides alerted me and brought me to a deposit slip to confirm it. (I can’t find the photo of it, when I do, I will add it here.)
(Found it. The address confirmed that this deposit was created at a time where my mother and father were pretending not to have spoken to one another for years. Written in my mother’s handwriting, it was a sure sign they were communicating and exchanging money. There was no reason to hide this fact from me. The whole facade was senseless. Until you recognize the greater truth of who I am. I didn’t realize it at the time.)
When I confronted my mother, she tried to tell me that she hadn’t spoken to my father in over a year and that they weren’t in communication. To prove it, she handed me her phone. And when she did, right there at the front was Reg having sent her a text message, underneath my own text sending her a grocery list, because her memory is shit. (The things I used to do to help this bitch…) Her face dropped. She didn’t even have an explanation. Never even realizing that if she did have an explanation, there’s no explanation that covers the absurd idea of lying to your child about talking to their father. Especially when their father also lies about talking to you. And there’s no reason for it, as you both know your child would prefer for you to get along. The only reason to do some shit like this? Is if you’re screwing them over.
But, you see, we get into conspiracy when we talk about the fact that every single person I ever knew that surrounded me, every single member of the family and family friend, down to a man, all played along. For DECADES. And then when it all comes out? They vanish. My Aunt Sharon literally RAN off the phone when I tried to ask her questions about why there are no infant pictures of me, anywhere. SHE RAN. An old, southern-boot, black woman. Take no shit, get the switch. She fucking RAN. You think you know people… You don’t. Especially if you’re a Starseed like me. You’re more than likely in this same shit and just don’t know it, yet.
But nothing is more shocking for me than this series of texts from my “mother’s” phone.
My guides had told me that my family was purposely sabotaging my relationships, especially romantic ones. They had to, as having stolen my identity, they needed to make sure I never did anything that would require me to use my credit—like for a wedding ring or a house if I got married. Beyond that, they wanted to keep me secluded from the world.
Obviously, I didn’t believe this at first. But my guides gave me a synchronicity as it regarded Priyanka Chopra. It seemed romantic. I told my mother. The guides let me see that she began cyberstalking Priyanka Chopra soon after. Which is absolutely absurd, but showed me the depths they were sinking to. Suddenly, a lot of relationships going cold out of nowhere made sense.
She not only did this with Priyanka Chopra, but she would also do this with other YouTubers. I discovered that if I recommended a channel to her, she would say she forgot to watch it. Instead, I discovered she was religiously watching Blossom Goodchild and Tiffany of Poetry and Prophecies—while pretending she wasn’t. Why?
The second one was something I didn’t see coming: my mother is bisexual. She would regularly talk about how sexual deviancy (particularly transgenderism) was the downfall of the world. And then in private, she was watching lesbian porn. Now, this isn’t incriminating, or negative. I’m only putting this here to twist the knife—because I know this is the last thing she would want the world to know about her.
The last one was way more serious. My Tribe told me that the reason my mother would come around me more often when she was sick is that she was literally trying to get me sick every time in hopes I would die. That was some wild shit. They also said that she was purposely smoking around me in hopes I would get cancer.
That text message occurred the day before an event where the Tribe told me to leave the kitchen as soon as Pamela came home. Even though she seemed well, she was sick and was going to try and get me sick. I doubted them, but I left the kitchen. I ate in my room, and when I left out, my guides told me to keep my head on a swivel.
I did, but as soon as I turned around in the kitchen, she had followed me out—and coughed directly in my face. And then revealed she was still sick, when she had told me she had gotten better. She had already told Derek in that text message that she knew she was sick, while still telling me she was well. And then hacked in my face.
That one moment confirmed everything I needed to know. Also helpful in that regard would be her fucking up and literally admitting to trying to kill me with cigarette smoke.
And so this is the first portion of the evidence database that I will build. It will be very helpful for future lawsuits. I’ll be uploading things chronologically here as they happened, from photos of opps in action, to evidence of break-ins, LEO malfeasance, etc…
There are people in this world that you can do things like this to. And you can get away with it. They’ll forgive you. They’ll pray for you.
And then there are people like me.
I’m going to destroy you.
TO BE CONTINUED…