Sound, light and frequency indeed

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Thanks.

To the Bacala Brigade

I have a game too. It’s called “Fuck you, pay me”.
Tell your “Lieutenant Commander” Whatsit Whosit I’m not playing your stupid games.
And no, I’m not gonna be redundant.
Posting a David Guetta video with a telekinetic kid is like a copy of a copy of a copy of me talking about fixing and healing time portals years before Stranger Things came out and then lo and behold there’s a cultural zeitgeist created by really fucking creepy twins who may or may not be part of the CIA’s Hollywood infiltration psyop game ripping off a 70s cosmic horror genre about a telekinetic girl who can open, fix and heal time portals! (And then she kills people with her Telekinetic powers, but that’s a whole other set of Things.)
I don’t even like this song this much but I’m not listening to it. You are. And I really don’t wanna listen to fucking David Guetta for hours on end-  a “musician”who makes songs you hear while you’re passing the time waiting in an airport gift shop-
I don’t mind Sia , she’s all right, but David Guetta is just really boring. Some of you are scared of what I can do?
I’m scared of EDM.)

This is all just a copy of a copy of a copy.  
Stop trying to make me a Transformer who shoots lasers through her eyes. I know I’m not the one truly running this game. But you REALLY aren’t, millionaires. Stop trying to goad shit out of me. And anyway, I can’t do the break shit thing consciously.

And by the way, I’m not a CREATURE. You called me a “creature”. I’m a human. (For what it’s worth in 2026. Not much to be proud of given the current state of the species 🙄) I’m not a “creature”. I’m human-Plus. They did something to me while I was gestating in the womb. I’m still a human. And I’m not gonna blow something up for you just to make you believe. Well I think I did it one time, but that was bad news. Under normal conditions where I’m just walking around, shit doesn’t blow up. That’s under different conditions. BUT, under “normal conditions” I can do things that are still worth your while, but there’s a cutoff point to demonstrating value. I think I’ve reached it. 
If you think this is gonna be all about me being a walking talking Jerry Bruckheimer clip, you’re sorely mistaken.
That’s not what it’s there for.  If you wanna pick me apart further, you’re gonna have to make a phone call or do something besides casually sitting around a bar deciding who you’re gonna pick for your little meeting.  The value you put on me is the value you place. You’re probably gonna place that value on me. You’re just dangling that carrot in front of me right now to see what happens.
 I call and raise you twelve. 

You guys are so fucking jealous of me, I swear to God 😂

And no, I’m not gonna post the original video, it’s practically a porn vid 😂. You fuckers are doing this thing where you act like you hate me and you’ve got some rich dude with a stack of money in a trust waiting to be used on me and you wanna pick me apart the minute I die and you’re probably gonna dissect every single part of me and put me in some fucking bin somewhere, but for now you’re Cool Joes sippin’ Mai Tais somewhere fake hating on me, JFC— I’m SORRY I know shit. I’m SORRY I’m too fabulous for your puny, minuscule brain. I’m SORRY I know stuff before you know it. It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? The favored one. They chose me. Like you think you know what this is. Be honest: if someone stole your SUV while a loved one was driving it -along with stealing them too- would you be happy about it? NO fuckers, NO you would not. Context is everything. Do you think you’re gonna make friends by shooting at them? Do you think you’re gonna make friends by making blanket statements about people you don’t even know the first thing about? Why do you think, that just because someone has advanced technology it means that they’re rising above your stupid, childish bullshit? Maybe you deserve to be punished. But either way I would deal with them mostly the way I deal with you. Some groups deserve respect and tradition and others are more free wheeling, like humans. Also, my idea of culture is not a Blooming Onion at Outback Steakhouse. I like to think I’m a little bit more cultured. You can call my Bachelors’ and Masters’ underwater basket weaving degrees, but MAYBE THEY LIKE THAT. Maybe it’s like a condiment for them or something. Hot sauce. By the way, I also speak two alien dialects and #NotAllReptilians. Food for thought! 

Comin’ in hot.🥵

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Battleflag.

Alright, Alright. 🌟🤩🌟

 I AM who I say I am. Unlike 99.999% of this fucking  planet that’s filled with nothing but liars and CHEATS, where every accusation they make is a goddamn confession. I’ve dealt with nothing but gaslighting bullshit artists for the last 18 years claiming to be all about “truth” and “transparency” -violent, narcissistic, self-important people who do nothing and whose lives are nothing but one giant exercise in dishonesty trying to tell ME that *I’m* the grifter,  *I’m* the liar,  *I’m* making shit up and that *I* can’t do the things that I say I can do.
Put up or shut up, babies.
I need some grown-ups in the room now who recognize my value because I AM a fucking superstar. Tired of pussyfooting with fragile men and women whose egos are so big there’s no room for anybody else.
Anyway, someone’s been playing this song in my ear for three days now, I would never post this apropos of nothing, so here it is!


But I am. I really am.
 I’m so fucking tired of playing small just so you loser men (who mostly DEFO hate women) and PickMe Girls who all wanna condemn me for being me don’t feel uncomfy.
Well fuck you.
I’m *amazing* — AND you owe me.
You fucking owe me, you fucking creeps. You owe me. That’s the least you can do.
I AM a fucking Superstar.
Seethe and cope harder, you jealous, pathetic, underdeveloped babies. 

Speaking of seething babies, I heard a sample of ⬇️him⬇️ speaking from his Wikipedia page and am 90%  sure this ⬇️ was the guy I heard telepathically who was threatening to - ALLEGEDLY!- “stick a needle in my ear” the other day. And then surprise, surprise, I get another violent threat from a guy who claims he’s with CCA yesterday! Who *just happens* to be the underling for this⬇️ dude!!! And of course Joint Chiefs is also an Air Force dude. Because of course he is.  Speaking of gatekeepers!
 He knows all about me. I think he spent an entire week once recently learning about me and people like me. He could pick me out in a lineup. He’s probably trying to set me up for a lineup. He’d love to put me in a lineup.
And have me drawn and quartered.
I looked at his chart. Of course he’s a Leo. Let’s just say if you wanna have an astrological chart for an asshole, this guy’s is it. And I understand the military wants to know what it knows and it wants to have total dominance in all regards at all times. I get that. But do you have to be such a dick, bruh? 
Weird sidenote/synchronicity: this⬇️ guy’s last name is CAINE. Within about +/-six hours of me finding out about him, I get this religious psychotic in full Bipolar 1 mania messaging me whose last name is CAIN who says that I am (if I respond to his email) some kind of Mary Magdalene-esque type in “the Codex of Christ” and the “rise and fall of Atlantis“ or something? Like I said, this is all one giant cosmic joke. I can’t take anyone seriously anymore.
But I am bemused/amused!
And no, I don’t care if you think that’s cruel of me to expose someone having a mental health crisis. I don’t care anymore. You don’t give a fuck about me. Why should I care about you. Take your emotional blackmail somewhere else, coward. If anything, this guy‘s trying to scam me. Whether or not he believes the veracity of what he’s saying. He’s scamming himself or he has an organic brain chemistry issue. Either way it’s none of my business. And I can talk about whatever the fuck I wanna talk about here. Cause this is MY total domain awareness and I’m NEVER gonna be bullied by FUCKING ANYONE ever again. Including the military might who are involved with the UAP cover up who actually are quite scared of me, if we’re being honest. Yeah, maybe a statement like that sounds megalomaniacal. But guys like CAINE wouldn’t be such a dick to me if they weren’t worried. Hey, if you haven’t done anything wrong, you have nothing to worry about, am I right, Matey?
Are the walls closing in?
Honestly, if you really did threaten me with a needle recently?
Good.
You’ve earned it.
Nice knowing ya, Sucker.