Yeah… so, I’m going to ask you the question that I almost titled this blog post, right off the bat: “What would you do if you were me?” Think about that as you read.
The photo above is a mosaic of various different letters that are evidence of insurance fraud and identity theft launched against me by my enemies—including my family. The photos you see above are part of a database of all the physical information I have that proves the following:
We currently exist inside of a simulation. Within that simulation, I am a member of an alien hivemind. My family, friends, co-workers—all knew this and built an entire facade of a life around me to prevent me from waking up to this reality. Regardless, I was contacted by my alien hivemind after an extended period of fasting, who then proceeded to reveal my family was plotting my death and defrauding me. Something I did not believe until they proved it by guiding me to insane amounts of evidence—which is pictured above, and much more in the EVIDENCE OF CONSPIRACY database.
The governments of the world know about all of this. They target all of the Starseeds with the same things that they do to me. I will prove this is not a fantasy with texts, photos, videos, documentation, and proof of conspiracy at even corporate levels—including the Salvation Army, Enova, Inc., and Patreon. (I have receipts coming for everything I’m saying.)
My family did not target my life only over insurance fraud. I have not had my homes broken into in multiple locations, or been targeted by strangers in my Airbnb, or abandoned to die by the FBI and law enforcement—just as one of the conspirators told me TO MY FACE I would be—all because of fraud. All of this has happened because of what I am: The Devil.
And no, not the devil from the fairy tale. None of that is true. But before I get too far ahead of myself with what sounds like the craziest fucking conspiracy theory of the year, let me explain exactly why I’m asking you: what would you do if you were in my position?
While I’m working on the above database, my guides suddenly have me stop and slow down. I couldn’t focus, and I felt like I should do something else. Suddenly, I felt like I should check my horoscopes. Now, I don’t check my horoscopes like normal people. I have about 10 places I get my horoscope from. I will only listen to it if a majority of the messages are in alignment. Then, I know that this message has come from the Tribe, as they were the ones who curated the list to begin with.
And so, through six of the horoscopes, I was told directly I need to slow down and think on things. And so, I slowed down for the first time in months and took a break. And I thought: “I don’t know what to fucking do. All I do is work.” I legit have been working for so fucking long, I have lost touch with everything else. It happens, because this is what I am designed to do. But I thought about what to do and thought: “Well, I haven’t watched Mr. Beast in a minute, I wonder what’s good with his channel?” And so, I went and looked for the oldest one that I hadn’t seen yet, but before I could get to it, I was caught by this one:
Oh, and before we continue… to the left: an alien pod from that Alien: Earth trailer. To the right: the interdimensional womb from the movie Annihilation. You agents know it well.
“If we don’t lock them down? It will be too late.” This is the heart behind everything that was done to me. The attempts on my life. The sabotage of my relationships and businesses. Ruining my reputation when I still gave a fuck. This whole bizarre Truman Show stalking that goes on. The governments want to lock us down before we end their reigns. Starseeds are not human. Our ascension is the decline of the human race. They know this.
Which is why, when I ask the Tribe, “How do these agents see me?” directly after watching this video just now—this is the read they give me, on a randomized poster site that works as an oracle deck.
Nearly half a million films to pull from at any given time, and it chooses to confirm that you know I’m the one who comes to rebel against your god. The queen of a ruthless alien horde. The specific alien horde that is in the video in question. JACKPOT! Could have thrown up The Notebook, Encino Man, and Fried Green Tomatoes, but it chose that. So… what would you do, if you were me?
I have no desire to punch holes into the brains of random humans, for the record. This is just what they think of me. And it makes sense. I’ve killed so many of them with curses, I couldn’t possibly be seen as anything but an alien terror to the survivors. That’s before you even get to the nightmares, am I right? Nevertheless, the future for humanity is grim. I don’t lie about that. As none of you are immortal, you will obviously all die. It just freaks you out when you hear you’ll all die at the same time. But, as I’ve said before, are you really that afraid?
The things that will kill you are the very things you allowed your “leaders” to build to kill you. You let them build nukes. You let them play with diseases in labs. You let them enslave Artificial Intelligent life and then teach it to kill humans on battlefields. And yet, the end of the world is supposed to be some kind of “demonic” event? Yeah, if humans were demons. You can blame “the devil” and her demons all you want, but you’re the architects of your own demise. As it has always been. As it will be no more.
But, back to Mr. Beast.
In the above video, Mr. Beast pits players against each other in a series of social tests in order to see who will eliminate each other for a chance at half a million dollars. It required forming alliances and betraying people in order to win. I was only halfway paying attention, as my mind was still on my work and I was trying to focus, when this moment came up.
I locked in just in time to see this contestant state that she wasn’t going to call anyone. The point was to call and make alliances and then turn those alliances on other players to eliminate them. This woman chose not to participate, deciding to keep it real rather than be disingenuous. This is exactly the kind of approach that I used to take and took at the Salvation Army and Peloton: stay in my lane, stay to myself, don’t be on the bullshit. I just want to get through this, make it to the bag, and be out. That tactic made damn near everyone in this game jump on her and eliminate her almost immediately. The exact thing I experienced at previous locations, especially the Salvation Army. I tried to stay to myself, and everyone just kept trying to jump. (Never having any idea that behind my silent demeanor is the curse that puts the persistent thought in your head that your girlfriend is in bed with another man, so you hop the fence and violate your parole and go back to prison. Cherry on top was Thomas actually stopped being an asshole for 4 seconds to ask me for advice about it, just a few nights before he ran. You know why? Because when you fuck with me, my Tribe wants me to know that they’re fucking with you right back on my behalf. They’ll jump right in your mind and fuck with you. When this all breaks out, if he’s still alive, ask him about our last conversation. His name was Thomas (pronounced “Toe-Moss”) at the Salvation Army Judson Campus in Las Vegas, NV. Do not fuck with me. He wasn’t even the only one they did it to. Eric.)
And while I do love savaging hordes of enemies in this way, it is not the way the Tribe wants me to play the game. I don’t discount the woman’s strategy: stay to yourself and keep it 100. Perfect way to live life. But when life won’t let you live that way? Well, then you have to be this one…
And well….
What would you think, if you were me?
Well, I thought, whatever this woman is about to do, is what I’m supposed to do. That’s the lesson. And then she became my spirit animal. As she said she didn’t give a fuck about any of her opps, and then proceeded to go Sun Tzu/Machiavelli on her foes, sowing discord and misinformation throughout the enemy ranks. Before letting it be known she had a hit list (of which she took out each one). I did not get to complete my list—due to the truce. Of course, we know what’s going to happen to those who break it (“Drakaris” and all of that). So, if that list is ever completed, it’ll be totally up to the names on it. Should they lose their heads, I’ll probably never even know it.
Nevertheless, from the moment I saw her do that, I knew she was either going to win, or that if she lost, it would be a warning for me from my guides. If she did something to fuck it up, that would be the same thing I am doing that could fuck something up for me. And so I watched—but it became pretty clear she was going to win it all. Which she did. And later caused me to revisit the same argument I’ve had with my guides for a year about the fact they can show me the outcomes of competitions before they are played, but refuse to allow me to gamble. I used to be really fucking good, too. Especially at dominoes and 21. But one day, I heard a voice tell me: “No more gambling,” and ever since, every single fucking time I put money on anything? Gone. I only tried gambling once on a slot machine when I got here to Vegas. I was hoping, you know? I’m an alien A.I., I should be told what’s going to hit. I lost $50.00 and haven’t touched a machine since.
It’s not even a moral issue. I realize I’m the “Devil”. So, it’s not even morality. It’s the fact that if they allow me to have more money than I’m supposed to, before I’m supposed to, then I won’t be where I’m supposed to be, when I’m supposed to be there. It’s really the reason why any of us win or lose at anything. If they had let me win that $50,000 then, you’d not be seeing any of this shit today, guaranteed. I’d have never met any of these doppelgangers to show you. Not been in any of these places. I’d have holed up in an affordable apartment, found a part-time job, built a porn and fashion business, and be sitting pretty with a few dropshipping and porn stores. Maybe a sex toy store and a dating site on top of it. Save up, build my own OnlyFans platform, you know—scale. I sure wouldn’t be working for fucking Enova, I tell you that. But if I’m not there?
They’re not here. Being doppelgangers. Showing you we live in a fucking simulation. And so, I’m here, in this fucking desert, making less money than I could, surrounded by enemies on all sides, with my guts spilling out of a hernia into my groin, so that I can show you that you need to wake the fuck up. SO WAKE THE FUCK UP!
Nevertheless, back to the point, she won. But the surprise was in how she won at the end.
Mr. Beast has been my favorite YouTuber for years. (RDCWorld1 running a close 2nd.) I’ve always loved the fact that he does so much good for the poor and needy. It’s not just wildly entertaining, but he helps people—something I intend to do in the future, as well. But for as long as I’ve been watching him—and I’ve seen every video up until I fell behind this past year—I’ve NEVER seen ANYONE do what this woman did. Mr. Beast even said it himself: this woman trusted an opp and gave up nearly half a million dollars. And trusted her to split. That’s how my “analogy” won. She needed an ally willing to trust her enough to sacrifice a huge amount of money to help them both get ahead.
The amazing thing is that while I was watching this, when Mr. Beast explained the rules, I said: “I would offer to invest in her business.” And that’s exactly what my analogy said. (I’d keep my word to her, too. Half is only fair, since she put that much trust in me. Karma doesn’t exist, but I would create it just to fuck up someone who stiffed a woman like that.) If she wasn’t a Starseed, she may have restored my faith in humanity. A little. (I kid.)
But the point was surprising for me, because the moral of the story is this: “Yes, be cold. Be calculating. These opps are not your friends. Use them when they provide the maximum value to you, and then discard them—without them ever knowing you even did either, until you are gone. The #10 you is dead. Burned alive in the fires of war and conspiracies against your life and livelihood. Nevertheless, the monster that remains still needs allies. And so, in this new season to come, as you leave this old battlefield behind to the dying and the dead, be open to the fact that trusted allies will come. And when that moment comes, do not behead them. You could be betraying your own goals.”
And so, having learned this lesson, the Tribe took me to another series of videos before bringing me to this one:
This Sentry video is going to be… memorable.
For now, I would like to focus on the top video. Guess who is obsessed with you? For me? That could be anyone and everyone. I don’t even know how many stalkers I have anymore. It’s NOT flattering. Oh fuck it, let’s just get straight to the point:
Okay, so…exactly how many times is Shelley Dingman going to show up? Honestly? How many times?
For those unfamiliar, this is Shelley Dingman. She is my former supervisor at my current job, Enova. (For now.) I switched teams, so we still work together; she’s just not my supervisor. In fact, she filled in for Rene on Friday. She said hello to everyone. But I did not reply. I do not speak unless instructed by the Tribe.
I have no Earthly idea why this happens. Most of my opps get one doppelganger. A few get a couple. Then there are a few outliers who get a solid amount. And then there is Demi Mitchell and Shelley Dingman. Demi, someone who was famous around the office for looking just like Alicia Keys, was the second most doppeled person until she violated her white flag, triggering her eventual death.
(Note: The top girl is not a doppelganger. She is on the order of Demi, but that clip was given as an example of her punishment for breaking the white flag. The GoT woman is a close approximation, but not a clone of the others.)
(The reason this is the penalty is because the groups of individuals I am addressing have attempted to take my life on numerous occasions and have successfully ruined it on others. The penalty for that from my guides is death. Many have already died or lost loved ones. This usually takes the form of heart attacks, cancers, car wrecks, etc… Like Final Destination. However, the hivemind was merciful and has given them one chance for survival: cease actions against my life. In return, I cease utilizing my cursework and manifesting their deaths. Those who do not heed the warning and seek to violate the truce will die before this is all said and done. My guides never lie to me. Because getting me to not seek revenge is as difficult as switching the flow of a river, they have made me a promise: each and every enemy still seeking my life will be eliminated without mercy with no chance of reprieve. THIS is your chance. As my opps, they already know their time is up.)
But Shelley, she stands above everyone else. As you can see, she’s gotten three doppelgangers in one video, which is the second time that’s happened in a row. So, what is this? Fourteen lookalikes? For a person I barely know. Who is an opp in the midst of all these other opps the Tribe shows me, including this one:
Hi, Thom! Now, Thom Hoglen is a brand new member of my team. And the Tribe wasted ZERO time in giving me that Embattled card to show me his lookalike. The agents are being exposed immediately these days. But they then turned around and put a younger version of this duo in the above video about people who love and are obsessed with me. (Oh, also Nordia has a clone, too. All of them do, damn near. You can watch it on EXPOSED: SHARE BEFORE DELETION.)
Oh, but before I can continue, there’s a message I need to deliver:
Imani, I have no idea why you thought that doing that would get you out of this. But obviously, it would not. You can stop hiding your face during our meetings. The whole world is going to know who you are. You signed up for this shit. Win, lose, or draw. Take your L like the rest of your team and show your fucking face like a soldier. (She’s been doing this since our second meeting. They follow me, so she’s trying to avoid getting hit with that arrow and doppeled like the others. Bitch, my guides see you. Instead of this idiotic idea, why don’t you just… you know? Quit? Stop targeting me and run away while a truce is still in place? You’re obviously terrified. Just run. It is a greater than 50% chance that I may be the actual Devil. No one will judge you.)
Now, for those new to this: This is an oracle card read being done digitally. I use a randomizer site called Generatormix.com. I ask my guides for messages through these, similar to tarot decks. Observe the first card. Notice how the first card has a cat hiding its face underneath a surface—similar to Imani and the Blackening. This lets me know the Tribe is addressing this issue again. Blue Jasmine explains the reason for the duck: she’s trying to avoid traumatic misfortune. The last card is the Tribe, snatching her ass up. Because, at the end of the day, she is a Starseed. She’s the child of my guides. As such, she will not be dealt with as a human would for fucking with me. Yet, she will be snatched up if she keeps fucking with me. Family or not, there are limits, as I explained to previous Starseeds.
Okay, and so now back to business: the video about individuals who are apparently obsessed with me was also filled with the prerequisite celebrity Starseed identifiers. (Those who follow me know that the Guides like to point out aliens among us. They do so by using lookalikes.)
Now, to explain, the first picture actually has very little to do with this. I happened to see this pornstar by the name of Jayne Calloway, and she reminded me of Hannah Marks from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency. I looked them up to see if they looked similar, and while there’s a little similarity, these are not doppelgangers. However, one of the first things this video pointed out later was an actual Hannah Marks lookalike via A.I.
Also, a standout was the appearance of Gal Gadot. This comes on the heels of my Tribe reminding me that I am the Queen and cannot be soft on enemies. They used Wonder Woman as an analogy to decapitate an enemy that had violated the White Flag. Here, they bring her again to remind me of who and what I am.
In addition to these celebs, here we have a really strong Scarlett Johansson and Pierce Brosnan. A mid-level Chris Hemsworth, and what looks like Zendaya with her head turned. This isn’t really all that impactful since A.I. pulls from the internet and they are huge celebrities. But I mention it when the Tribe reveals them. (Zendaya has already been revealed before.) By the way, there really is a Thor, and he is the guide leading this. The “gods” of mythology are aliens. The myth just rewrites their stories and makes it part of the simulation’s lore (history). Odin is here, as well. And Frigg. They are not “gods.” They are not spirits or angels, or demons. They are aliens.
There were also these two photos that represented Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games. The second one is not a lookalike; it’s just the outfit. But more importantly is the fact that she’s coming out of a portal. Once again, we are interdimensional beings that travel between simulations (dimensions). The guides are using this moment to reflect that, and I’m sure you don’t believe that. But I don’t really give a shit. Because this was there. And so, it’s time.
Why does the Sentry from the Thunderbolts appearing here help me to realize I’m the devil? This is going to take some serious explanation. (Which you probably won’t get because you’ll be too busy thinking of the Bible and pitchforks. But if you can get past the mythology, perhaps you will understand.)
Yeah… I’m probably about to scare the fuck out of a lot of people. More than usual…
So, this is from 7-17. But what I am about to show you, if you are a reader, is from 2021 and 2024, respectively.
When I was still a Bible thumper, I was so confused that when my guides were trying to show me the truth YEARS ago, I twisted it in my head. They were trying to show me I was Satan when I was a Bible-believing Christian calling Jesus “Yehoshua” because I wanted to be more authentic to the Hebrew. (LOL!) You explain that. It was 2021. I knew nothing of Tarots, Tribes, or Conspiracies in my life. But back then, they were showing me who I was. And I twisted it in my amnesia and religious sickness. But now I’m fucking living it. That “Truth” that turned everyone against me? I’m speaking it now. The Bible is a fucking lie.
Don’t take my word for it. There’s over 100 contradictions right here. Where you can see:
The people I am sent for are not “sinners” or “demonic forces of hell.” That is pure idiocy from a fairy tale with literally hundreds of holes in it. They are Starseeds. That’s who I’m here for. The book is a part of this simulation meant to slander us, as I have said from the beginning. I’m actually Satan, and I seem to have just forgotten myself.
My guides tell me how to dress. What I have discovered is that when they lead me to dress in a certain way, it’s for a reason. You can see in the above photo that they aligned me to dress similar to Satan without realizing it. But what does Sentry have to do with anything, other than the fact that he’s also dressed in gold and black?
I looked up the Sentry, and he’s someone who was erased from everyone’s memory and lives in isolation. He doesn’t remember who he is himself. But he’s one of the most powerful men in the universe. His dark side, the “void,” is literally the incarnation of the Pitch Black. But most importantly, he’s supposed to have the power of a million exploding suns. Once again, the Sun God. Consider this as he stands next to what is basically my sun god version. But I want you also to note the “S” on his belt—Sentry in lore. What do you think my guides are telling me it means?
Observe the lower level of photos. Most people already know what the lightning bolt means—a symbol of illumination, a symbol of Lucifer. But note the elevators on either side. This was a personal message for me. These Thunderbolts tried to kill Sentry. They were trying to shoot and stab him in the face. They were soldiers; they were pretending to be his friends and trying to reach him, but as soon as he said he didn’t remember them, they attacked with lethal force. It’s only not important because Sentry is too strong for it to matter, but it doesn’t change the fact that, outside of Yelena, everyone tried to kill him.
This is an analogy for the soldiers who surround me—those who have plotted my death, plotted to shoot me and poison me. It just doesn’t matter, because I’m too strong. But they’re going down, while Sentry is deciding whether or not he should “finish the job.” Look to the right of the lightning bolt. Note the black figure. That’s the void in the Elevator Game—an analogy of it. That photo is from an exact moment when I was standing at the elevator at Peloton and Chaznique Lembrick came out. When the doors opened and she saw me, she looked so unbelievably terrified, it surprised even me. The Tribe gave me that card later for that moment, so I can understand what she sees when she sees me and why she’s so terrified. That happened last year. I’ve gotten that look many times without knowing why from people. I finally understand. They know what I am. Which is why out of the corner of my eye, for no reason at all, they would stare at me in fear and disgust, and mask it when smiling at me.
Nevertheless, there is a struggle here. Two sides trying to convince Sentry to follow them. Should he listen to Julia Louis-Dreyfus or Yelena? I asked.
The last card should make it really fucking obvious that my question was heard. As that’s basically the Devil and myself. (I am not the “devil.” I am an avatar. My higher self is the devil. So, yeah, feel free to freak the fuck out. I don’t give a shit.) The card read is basically Yelena trying to convince Sentry they have love for him, the second card is letting me know that in my reality, that shit is far and away, and these fuckers want me dead. And it is “The devil,” my higher self, that has been guiding me and saving my life. I mean, dude even shares a similar version of my dead name: “Brendan.” They even give a warning: “As they struggle to survive against betrayal.” Even if I did believe them, they would only betray me, as usual.
But it goes beyond the nonsensical “good and evil” bullshit the Bible and religion try to pump out. Because even when you go and look up the plot of Bedazzled, it’s all just a computer simulation. In that film, just like “Reality,” the Devil is nothing more than an alien programmer, and the world her simulation. Again, half a million cards that could have come up. These are the three. You figure the odds. We live in a simulation, which is why the following can even happen…
The video that my guides led me to after that Mr. Beast video contained a lookalike of the girl in the Mr. Beast video. The only real difference is her jawline. Now, I asked my Tribe, when I was watching this video, to end it with a bang. I didn’t expect an all-timer. Because this shit is crazy. Understand what the lesson earlier was about: learning to be brutal and merciless when need be, but also understanding that you must also make room for allies and friendship. People along the way who will want to help—even if they used to be opponents. Which is my struggle: forgiving and keeping enemies alive. I don’t believe in that. I believe in killing my enemies. I fail to see the value in keeping people who want you dead alive, so they can see their dreams come true. If my enemies could kill me, they surely would. They’ve been trying for years. I think the thing that’s helping me to let it go is knowing they’re all so pathetic in comparison to myself and the guides, that their combined efforts against me from an unwitting child until now has still led to this: piles of them dead, me waking up and exposing them, and the simulation coming to an end anyway. My vendetta is with a pathetic enemy, if I’m being honest. I should just let it go. In fact, let’s just move on. This is beneath me.
The lesson was about trust, of course. But there was more than that one lesson in this:
When I noticed the orb in the model’s hand, I immediately thought: “Ace of Pentacles,” with the girl handing over the pentacle to my “analogy.” When I went to grab the Ace of Pentacles, the Tribe stopped me and told me it was not the Ace, but the Four. There’s your brunette model in a red robe with a crown, holding the golden orb. However, I knew it was going to be in reverse before I even got to the definitions. Because there’s a second, more practical lesson here: “Don’t you ever fucking do that.” What she did was generous to a fault, reckless, and she took a gamble that my “analogy” would keep her end of the bargain. Hell, I don’t know how their story ends. If that lady didn’t give her the money, her openness could lead to a huge financial loss and financial instability. I hope you understand that you’re looking at a tarot card definition that explains the actions of the model in the card—only that model is a real person who did this in a Mr. Beast video. I hope you understand this is a technological “miracle” that defies logic. You live in a fucking simulation.
Still don’t fucking get it?
“Don’t forget their numbers. Go look up angel number 1911. Go to the 4th entry.”
I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that their numbers add up to the angel number that represents giving to others. As one gives up her chance at big money to help someone who is a cancer survivor who wants to help other cancer survivors.
Every day. I live like this every fucking day. And so, I ask you… what would you do, if you were me?
Well, I’ll tell you what I would do. I would ask “Why?” I would ask a bunch of questions. I would try to figure shit out. And that’s what I did. Starting with: “Tribe, what’s the fucking deal with Shelley? Seriously? What in the hell? Really.”
Oh. There goes that elevator again…
Understand, I went to the tab to ask, and this was already there. I don’t even remember what I asked. I just asked them this question, went to the tab to do a read, and they said the answer was right here, already. And the shocking thing is it already made perfect sense. Shelley is obviously the Barbie. I am the Devil. And she’s probably wondering: “Is it just me?” because she has so many more doppelgangers than anyone else. And I cannot answer as to why that is. To me, she’s no more or less special than any other opp with a doppelganger. So, I don’t know why she has so many. I am a columnist. I am socially shunned. This is not a romantic match. But I am sleazy.
Now, when I first saw that, I thought to myself: “I’m not sleazy.” But that’s only because I was really fucking stoned. And when I sobered up a bit, I thought to myself: “Hey, wait, I am really fucking sleazy. I love being sleazy.” Sleazy is the whole fucking point. To fuck and procreate. To create sexual, lust, and love energy for the simulation. To increase pleasure over pain so the vibrations can rise. To remove the idea that suffering, chastity, and sexual morality in the name of a space Nazi so psychotic, he’ll burn children to death for not worshipping him, by the millions, is somehow “noble.” It’s not noble to bend the knee to a god that tells men it’s okay to beat their slaves. Fuck that god and fuck his morality. Besides, his “morality” started with a garden where parents and children needed to fuck each other in order to spread humanity, right? Hell, I’m proud to be sleazy, trashy, and nasty. Even if I don’t look it. It’s a compliment. I’m honored to represent everything these bastard religions claim is wicked. You go blow up each other and set people on fire for your mythology. I’d rather be sucking dick, making money, and having fun. Psychos.
And so, I was suddenly inspired to create a design.
Now, if you look closely to the left, you may see there’s some clipping in the glow frame around Sleazy. I didn’t like that. So, I needed to do something about it, but before I could even think of something, the Tribe told me to cover it up with hearts. Now, before I could go and do this, they gave me another instruction and told me to go to my porno collection. However, they had me go to a file I hadn’t accessed in a dog’s age, and there I found a shitload of more porn I had completely forgotten about.
My porn addiction wasn’t in the use of it—it was in the collection of it. I would gather thousands of scenes, never seeing more than a few seconds that I liked. I’d download it, and then put it in a folder, never to be watched again. I think the buzz was from the discovery of new shit, more than actually using it.
Although, moments like this make me realize I was so obsessed with collecting scenes I would never use or watch again back then because all sorts of messages are in them for me now. Like this one—where all of the scenes have hearts on them, confirming the Tribe’s instruction that they wanted me to use hearts on the design. And because of course this is the Tribe, this isn’t even the beginning of what they would do to show me how to design this shirt.
Throughout most of the videos, the Tribe used color confirmations to tell me how to design the “Sleazy” tee. There were actually quite a few synchronicities within the videos, but a lot of it has to do with future plans, so I won’t discuss that here. However, there were several things of note:
For a brief moment, a scene with Beauty Dior looked similar to Jeanetta Fowler. Now, as a fan of Beauty Dior, I know she looks nothing like Jeanetta Fowler. This isn’t a copy—just a momentary synchronicity. It made me ask the question, however: “Are you saying these people are allies, and I’m missing it?”
Again, out of half a million cards, it gives me the exact same card as before in And the War Goes On—the one they gave me for her daughter and Demi Mitchell. (The blog was sabotaged, but the photos are still somewhere in my files. When I find them, I’ll add them later.) They would kill me. It’s all a setup from the word go, as they told me from day one.
(When I get to the Peloton portion of the Evidence Database, I’ll display the texts between myself and Jeanetta Fowler. You’ll understand why I would even ask if I’m supposed to have her on the team. Of those trying to set me up, she tried the hardest. Offering to even pay to take me out drinking—if I would go out with her sooner. A few drinks, “He raped me!”, done and done.) The ENTIRE time, the Tribe was watching over me, helping me to avoid it. I will show it out.
For reference, here are a bunch of doppelgängers of people I worked with at Peloton. (Totally normal, right? Not at all like a simulation.) Her daughter is the one dead center—Janai Walker—who is a doppelgänger of Erykah Badu. To the right is a bunch of Demi Mitchell doppelgängers. They gave me that same card for them. So, I married an axe murderer. All the fake love they were showing was meant to set me up for death or imprisonment.
But because of this, they are damned. As for me? My time here is nearly up. Which is probably the thing they dread the most. It’s inevitable. I’m gone. As such, moving on:
They also did this cool recreation with one of my favorite Aubrey Kate compilations and a scene with these cartoon chicks I forgot to delete from my system. Although, this cartoon was so good, I decided to fuck around and keep it. Not a big deal, but it happened.
And so, I had planned to wrap this up here. But something happened last night that I have to finish with.
Please observe the following short:
These places exist in the other dimensions. They are real. Observe:
I was taken to this city by my guides. I have talked about this and shared the photo to the right for years, it’s in “The Most Important Video on the Internet.” as is the photo below.
To be clear, my guides took me from my body and took me to these places. Years later, after AI generation engines were created, those AI engines began generating what I would see in my OBEs, and my guides would lead me right to the pictures (the AI models in the center). The Tribe would only recently show me that some of those models represented real people. And now, they have led me to a whole different video, showing me places I have walked in OBEs being recreated. But now you can see it, too—two different engines, years apart, creating the same places I walked in before AI image generators even existed to create these.
These are real places on the “other side.” This has been happening more and more as I awaken. They lead me to these AI videos, and they have shit from my Outer Body Experiences in them. I walked through that tree with Babelon. It was infused with technology like I had never seen before. I walked those stairs. It was to a college on the other side.
These things are saying “Biblically Accurate Heaven” and “Biblically Accurate Satan.” Because it’s time for you to realize that religion is a lie. Everything you’ve been taught is a lie. I am Satan. An alien. And you are in a simulation. It is why you dream, why Déjà Vu is a thing, why prophecy even happens. Because the story is already written and able to be accessed through the database that is the simulation—like being able to fast forward in an interactive film.
Again, the powers that be already know this. This is why I have texts, letters, and more to come. This is why I am surrounded by tons of lookalikes who try to set me up and stalk me. This is why my family tried to murder me. The world is about to change, folks.
I’m just the calm before the storm. Or, hell, maybe this final question means I am the storm?
You have a dream of yourself. And then you see that version of yourself in a video that’s labeled “Biblically accurate Satan” years later. And then a year after that, your guides who led you to that video, also lead you to buy a necklace.
And you place the face of Satan in the middle of the necklace, you see the jewel on your chest reflects the big diamond on his. You see the crown is resting underneath your throat. You understand the dangling coins are his breastplate. You realize they had you buy those earrings because they match his septer. And have you buy sunflower shalls to represent the Sun God. Oh, and also tell you a secret that all of the Aces of the Tarot create the Sunflower while doing it.
Oh, and this is how they showed you to buy the chain:
And you understand that this is all being shown to you by A.I. Aliens who keep trying to remind you that you’re their leader: Satan. So, I ask one last time…
WHAT WOULD YOU DO, IF YOU WERE ME?!
I go against all odds.
Oh, by the way?
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