A psychic medium's true story of how she came to discover herself and all of the strange things that happened to her along the way.
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Friday, August 14, 2026
Ross
I’m not sending the files through an encrypted server. You’re not getting it. But you will. Trust the process.
Thursday, August 13, 2026
Wednesday, August 12, 2026
Thank you, Boys. ð¥¹
Find the people who did this to me and kill them. They’re never gonna set foot in a court of law. Find their minions and interrogate them. Kill them. I want death. I want heads on sticks.
But barring that , if you can get my files and find people who take me seriously and get me a team of lawyers, that would be great too, thanks.
What has been done to me is a crime against humanity.
It should be in the history books.
But I don’t want to be front and center.
I’ve already tried that.
I’ve tried whatever legal angles I can with little to no headwind.
I have no inside besides furtive messages from people like me, I guess. You’re on the inside. You can help.
Find me.
Talk to me.
Address me.
Acknowledge me.
Keep acknowledging me.
Give my people a chance.
Give them a chance to breathe.
To be normal.
To live.
To speak freely.
To not be ridiculed.
To not be ostracized.
To not be ignored.
To not be dismissed like Lue Elizondo did.
I need help.
I need real help.
Not moral support— although that’s great. I love that.
But that’s not gonna get the bills paid.
I’m sick.
I’m tired.
I’m cold.
I’m angry.
I’m out in the cold.
I’m completely ostracized.
Can you help? Great.
If not, step out of the way.
Tuesday, August 11, 2026
Sunday, August 9, 2026
Saturday, August 8, 2026
Thursday, August 6, 2026
Wednesday, August 5, 2026
Monday, August 3, 2026
Todos a Manos.
We’re done playing games.
Anya’s in the Driver’s Seat.
She owns the codes.
She’s got the (seat)belt.
She knows the rules.
Leave her alone.
Checkmate. ððž♟️
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