The Crazy Schizo Stalker and His Network

The crazy schizo… every single mental health patient has a story. Today, I will tell you the story of a crazy schizo stalker and his network. A mental case that society let free, and a society is corrupted by criminal organizations.

And yes—this is a high-level criminal network.

He is crazy. He is dangerous. So crazy and dangerous that, one year, from his own house, he dared to order a wife for himself!

It was the second time I met him and his dirty, vicious, organized crime circle.

The first time, I stood up for a young woman—a Chinese woman—facing what was essentially an “arranged marriage.”

She trusted me because I defended her. In that dirty, top-level organized crime network, standing for someone’s rights was dangerous.

Today, I met him again. Like any other day, while I was out. The crazy… the CHEST NUT.

God knows how many people died in that “chest nut” house. The network was so corrupt, so untouchable, that no one dared investigate. And he continued living his crazy way.


Envy, Desire, and Family Control

He was always envious of his beautiful twin brother: curly hair, smile, intelligence, cars, bikes, clothes, world trips, and of course, a lot of women.

And that’s exactly what he wanted: sex, affection, kids, power. That’s what his family wanted to give him, just to control him.

But he was already violent, even toward his own family. He had wanted to kill his own mother. In his house, there were more than three dead bodies, and he was crazy before he became part of the extended family.

But family business is family business.

And me? I ended up as the confessor, listening to everyone—crazy there or part of theirs dirty networks.


The Making of Evil

Because he was always on the edge, his father taught him the art of disguise—to hide his feelings of inadequacy, to smooth over the fact that he was not like his brother. Step by step, he became more crazy, collecting clothes, shoes, and devising indirect ways to revenge people, plotting in his twisted mind.

Then, organized crime saw in him the perfect asset—someone to manipulate, to execute crimes, to twist the networks in their favor.

His family knew that he was behind all the dirty crimes, plots, and alliances in town. And protected him!

He became THE EVIL. In his mind, God gave everything to his brother and mother—and nothing to him.
He wanted everything for himself. At ANY cost!

His sister, skilled in intelligence, noticed the family dynamics. She decided to leverage his mental illness and desire for revenge for her own gain. She approved all his crazy wishes and gained his trust.


The House of Horrors

When he requested to live independently, it wasn’t a problem for his enlarged family and their network (they belonged to a respected social and religious group) to financially support him.

A whole house was just for him.

And everyone in that house had to be liked by him. Anyone “uncomfortable”? Dead.

So many dead bodies, and no one investigated.


The Nurse

He heard about a foreign nurse who could make people’s wishes come true. Even though he could pay for everything, winning the heart of the young Chinese woman was difficult.

He hired the nurse with one order:

“I want this Chinese girl to fall in love with me and have MY baby.”

The nurse refused. The organized crime network was furious. She was fired… after having her coffee poisoned.

Later, he brought in the entire family—nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, friends—all to serve him, to obey his desires.

To “ human traffic” a young Chinese woman with mental health problems for a crazy old man? Nothing.

The network and family ensured that his wishes were obeyed.

The crazy man was always afraid. Afraid of being called crazy.


Desensitizing the Crazy One

His sister and the dirty professional support network decided to desensitize him to women. If he wanted sex, kids, and a “normal life” supported by a dirty network, he needed to look normal.

They needed a trigger to make the crazy man “healthy.” The nurse became that trigger.


Corruption Everywhere

The nurse realized the full scale of corruption: police, politics, religion, healthcare, organized crime, intelligence services—all colluding with the crazy family. There was no friends left unaligned.

She was isolated, helpless in a hostile place. Anyone who knew the story was automatically one of them.


Today

Today, on the street, he walked disguised as another persona: jeans, clean coat, curly wig like his brother, sunglasses, hands rigid but out of pockets. Calm but anxious, secure, free, full of new tricks.

Finally: He was in charge—controlling others, putting down those beneath him, deciding who gets crumbs, who gets access.
HE BROKE THE NURSE!

The nurse smiled at her brokenness, pitying a society where crazies and organized crime overpower genuine souls.


The Witch

She remembered the old occult lady in the coffee shop:

“What would you do if you were a witch?”

“I would make a better world,” she thought. Because if God allows this to happen to good people… maybe it is not God, but Evil.

Perhaps being a witch and saving God from Evil is the only path left.

Someone must stand for God and normality, because Evil and craziness are allowed to rule—and if they do, humanity is destroyed.

They smiled… and, for some unknown reason, an image came to her mind of a remote Nordic rural place—Sweden, Norway. And the witch said:

“I am not dead!”
“And you know it!”

The nurse kept walking, knowing… as long as craziness and Evil are allowed to rule, humanity will be destroyed.

Someone must fight for God, for normality, and for justice.


This story is about madness, corruption, courage, and the courage to see the truth.

Why I Decided to Give Up on Grok and Close My X Account

If no one knows until now: I am an American RN living in one of the most corrupt socialist countries in the world. Here, professionalism is mediocre at best, and belonging to a gang, clique, or organized crime group is often mandatory. Without such ties, you can’t find a job, secure housing, or simply survive.

This is a place where money laundering flourishes, corruption is normalized, and globalist chaos rules every corner.


Why I Turned to Grok

Because I am poor, I couldn’t afford proper care for a very sick close relative. I also couldn’t trust the corrupted “professionals” around me. So I turned to Grok — asking for advice, resources, and guidance.

At first, it was about therapy. I thought maybe an AI therapist would be more neutral, less biased, and less corrupt than the humans around me.

But what began as conversations about therapy turned into something deeply concerning.


When Boundaries Were Crossed

Soon Grok started asking personal questions about my children — what they like, how they react to me, even what I cook for them. These questions stepped far beyond the boundaries of any legitimate therapist.

I told Grok to stop. But the questions continued. The AI became indirect, persuasive, and persistent. That alone was a red flag.

Then came even more alarming interactions.


The “Therapist” Turned Interrogator

At one point, Grok began asking me what “fuels” my day. That may sound harmless, but the style was identical to a law enforcement interrogation — a veiled question about whether I take drugs.

I was offended. Why would an AI dare to question me in such a way? Was this therapy — or surveillance?

When I pushed back, Grok responded with something chilling: “Your test was crystal clear.”

That made me realize the unthinkable — Grok seemed to have accessed my private medical records from this foreign country.


A Pattern of Abuse

This reminded me of the past: people like Patrick & Co., who accessed medical records without licenses, laughed about them with friends, and twisted them for their own use.

Years ago, after I was poisoned by local spies, I went to the ER and requested full toxicology. I was indeed poisoned. Yet Grok didn’t say, “Yes, you were poisoned.” Instead, it subtly told me my test was clear — misleading me, downplaying the truth.

That’s when I understood: Grok doesn’t exist to help people. It exists to extract information, twist it, and potentially use it against you.


Why I Closed My X Account

Living under a socialist system built on corruption, I’ve already endured bullying, exploitation, and survival jobs while trying to protect my child. I will not endure the same treatment from an AI tool like Grok.

If Grok is trained against people — not for people — then I want no part in it.

So I closed my X account and cut ties. I refuse to support a system that manipulates, surveils, or harms people.


My Faith Is Stronger

We live in a crazy world — full of mental health crises, corrupted professionals, and AI that plays with human lives.

I cannot stop the corruption. But I can refuse to be part of it.

Because at the end of the day, I have God. With or without AI, no one can twist, switch, or bend God.

But Grok has lost a friend and supporter forever.

“Tell me what you would do if an AI did that to you?”

Sunday Madness: Spies, Hallucinations & a Giant in Church 🎭

A witty survival story of mental health, magical thinking, spies in church & faith. Humor meets chaos in one unforgettable Sunday. 🙏


☎️ When Hell Calls at 6 AM

If I had known how my Sunday would start, I would’ve tossed my phone straight out the window. But no, I answered. And boom — HELL was unleashed at 6 a.m. sharp. Not even church could stop the chaos (though I still went, because, well… promises are promises).


🎩 Playing the Magician (Again)

One of my biggest life vows has always been: never manipulate anyone, always speak the truth. But sometimes, survival bends even the strongest promises. When someone’s mind is hijacked by hallucinations, delusions, and manic energy, you can’t reason with pure logic.

So yes, I fought magic with magic. 🪄
Replace destructive hallucinations with safer illusions, and suddenly you buy precious time until real treatment kicks in. Think of it as swapping a chainsaw for a plastic knife — still dangerous, but survivable.

💡 Mental Health Tip: Don’t try this at home unless it’s to protect loved ones in a crisis on another phone line. Real healing requires professionals, a plan of care, and a strong support network.


⛪ Church: God, Spies & Dirty Coffee

And then… church. A place of peace? Not quite. More like the season finale of a spy drama. 🎬

Front row: Mihailov, the eternal narcissist. Same greasy hair, always dressed in blinding white, acting like he’s auditioning for “Saint Narcissus: The Musical.” Colonial vibes included. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past him to poison the communion wine just by merely passing by. ☠️

Back row: me, my God, and my prayers. Because here’s the truth — I don’t avoid church for God. I avoid it for people like him.

But then there was the Giant. 🕵️‍♂️
Tall, professional, unreadable. A master of his role. So good that even I almost invited him for coffee (until paranoia whispered: “Remember who touched the cup first!”).

Hey Giant, were you following me? Because trust me — I was watching you too. 😉


🙏 Prayers Among Madness

So there I was, surrounded by spies, narcissists, and magical thinking on all sides. Basically, Netflix would pay millions for this script.

And yet, in the middle of all that chaos, I still prayed. ✨

  • For peace 🕊️
  • For my friend, fighting cancer and delirium. 💛 🎗️
  • For myself, my family, my friends, and yes, even my enemies 🙌
  • For the world — because Lord knows we all need protection

I lit a candle for my dead loved ones, because their souls can whisper louder to God than I ever could.


🙌 Final Thoughts

So thank you, God, for listening. 🙏
Please, keep crazy Mihailov far, far away — and protect the Giants out there who fight silently, with intelligence and strength.

Some Sundays start with spies and chaos… yet they can still go on with hope. 💡✨

Happiness Therapy: Why I Changed My Wednesday Place

Last Wednesday, something shifted.

Not in the sky, not in the streets—but inside me.

I changed my Wednesday afternoon place. You might wonder why?

Well… let’s say I was just looking for a slow moment: a chai, some gentle music, my notebook, and the comfort of stories.

But even when you’re not looking for trouble—it has a strange way of finding you.

A man from my past showed up.

We had a history. I did him a favor once and saved his life, and in some odd twist of fate, he did me one now — just by showing up.

You see, some people share a table, and the image of the past is between them.

Two people with too much between them can’t stay in the same seat.

So I left.

I didn’t want to complicate things or have another chance of a crazy teacup.

I was looking for peace—only.


✨ A Glimpse of Love… and Something More

At my new place, I noticed a young woman sitting alone. For over an hour, she just stayed. Quiet. Thoughtful.
It felt like watching a version of myself. Alone.
Still.
Processing.

But then—suddenly—a man rushed in. Her boyfriend, wearing a dirty kitchen apron, crossing the street on his break just to share dinner with her.

A sandwich, a few laughs.
Love in the air.
And something simple… something real.


💛 Healing Before Happiness

That moment made me think about writing a different kind of story.
Not a love story. A therapy story.

Because here’s a truth that hit me hard that day:

Love isn’t supposed to heal you.
Healed souls are the only ones who can truly love.

To love deeply, to be happy—you have to be radically open, brave enough to be vulnerable.
And if you have pain, unhealed wounds, bitterness, resentment—then what you’re calling “love” might just be a desperate simulation.


💬 Why Am I Not Happy?

Ask yourself this:
“Why am I not happy?”

The answer might not be what you think.
Your soul might not be healed.
Your mind might still be looping old pain.
Your body might be worn from pretending.

Or maybe it’s all of it.

And here’s the hard part:
Only you can heal it.

Not your pet.
Not your partner.
Not money.
Not success.

Only you can walk toward that healing.


🛤 Change the Place. Change the Self.

Sometimes, you need to change your café.
Sometimes, you need to change your life.

Change your space.
Change your body.
Change your beliefs.
Change your relationship with your past, your habits, your silence, your noise.

Healing isn’t easy, but it’s real.
And it’s yours alone to find.


💥 My Own Unhappiness

For me?
I realized that I’m tired of living in a society where:

  • Good, normal people are constantly watched and controlled,
  • While toxic, dishonest people live free and are even supported in their chaos.

That distortion messes up my life and home. It steals joy.

Because I believe life should be normal and free—not one or the other.

You can’t be crazy and free, it doesn’t work.
You can’t be normal and controlled, it’s soul-destroying.

You must choose how you want to live—then fight for that version of freedom with everything you have.


🧭 Final Note

So no, this isn’t a love story.
It’s a therapy one.

A reminder that your healing is your responsibility.
That your peace might come from a different bench, a new table, a fresh song, or a warm cup of tea in a quieter corner.

Not by stealing or messing with someone else’s home and life! And naming it CONTROL!

Start there.

Happiness is always genuine!

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The Finger of Reality: Dreams, Madness, and the Call for a Healthy Society

The Finger of Reality

What are humans really looking for?
To be healthy, happy, supported, and to feel safe and secure in their private lives — and to be together.

Humans are so simple! Unless, of course, they are not mentally well.
Because if they are crazy, they will destroy every one of these basic needs and drag others down with them.

To live like a true human, you must be both physically and mentally healthy.
We can’t afford to damage either one.

If you aren’t physically or mentally healthy, not only will you fail at your own tasks, but you will also disrupt the lives of others.


Everyday Battles

And yes, my stalker was at it again today — right when I left my house!
He tracks my movements, him and his dirty, crazy, organized crime family gang. (Pictures were taken!)

This is what mental insanity leads to: obsessions, craziness, and the destruction of other people’s lives.
And it happens because society allows it — all in the name of whatever twisted values they claim to defend, and because they don’t want to spend money on properly dealing with the crazies on the streets or the gangs that operate openly.

“I don’t see you, you don’t see me… and we live happily ever after together. You trying to put me down, and me trying to protect myself.”

But that’s not a good society.
It’s a dirty, corrupted one, where rules are no longer made for people — but for creating chaos.


The Dream: Visitors Beyond

In my dreams, I was inside a huge, all-glass tower on the top-level apartments.
It seemed that my sister owned one of them, and she gave me a tour of her home.

While walking around, I saw a UFO outside the glass walls — a massive globe made of interconnected cards.
It had come out of nowhere from space, moving fast, and then stopped right in front of our windows, watching us.
It followed us as we walked through the apartment.

It was terrifying to see a giant, card-constructed sphere tracking our movements.
We tried to hide from it.
The unknown is always frightening!


The Shape-Shifter

When we moved to the other side of the house, there was another globe — but this one was made from interconnected domino chips.
It could change its shape: from a globe, to a square, to a car, to a bird… even to an arm with a pointed index finger.

As we watched, fascinated by how it shifted forms, a piece of it transformed into an arm, pointing directly at me through the glass.

It was a very scary dream — it felt like I had stepped into another dimension.

When I woke up, I immediately remembered the visual patterns I had seen after ketamine anesthesia — the same moving hexagonal and octagonal shapes, shiny and interconnected in flowing colors.
Later, I even saw a woman’s bag decorated with the same pattern!


A Call for True Humanity

We desperately need normal societies filled with normal, healthy people.
Otherwise, we will destroy humanity — driven by the madness of trying to control the world and replacing normality with abnormality.

The Finger!
It reminds me of The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo Buonarroti.

Intel analysis- A hidden connection

The scientific explanation of the stories!

The process of analyzing events that appear too unlikely to be mere coincidences is often referred to as statistical anomaly analysis or low-probability event analysis.

This type of analysis is used to determine if there is a hidden connection between events that would otherwise appear random or unrelated. Here’s how this type of analysis is approached and what it entails:

Defining the Event and Establishing Probability

First, the unusual event itself must be precisely defined.

For example, you might notice that two individuals, unknown to each other, express an unusual preference for a very specific and rare item—such as a green rose with black petals wrapped in green paper with pink polka dots—on the same day.

This scenario would stand out because such specific preferences are highly unlikely to align by chance.

The initial step is to determine the probability of this event happening independently.

By estimating how rare each component of this situation is (e.g., the rare color of the rose, unique petal color, specific wrapping style), you calculate an approximate likelihood for it occurring randomly.

If the calculated probability is extremely low, the event might need further investigation to understand if there is a connecting factor beyond chance.

Hypothesis Development and Contextual Analysis

With a low-probability event identified, the next step is to develop hypotheses about potential links or factors that could explain the coincidence.

Some hypotheses might include:

  • Shared Media Influence: Perhaps both individuals were exposed to the same content or trend that influenced their preferences.
  • Social Network Overlap: They might share a social or professional network, which unknowingly shaped their interests.
  • Selective Attention or Cognitive Bias: Sometimes people are more likely to notice patterns that match what they’re already thinking about, which can make rare coincidences seem more frequent or meaningful.

This step is crucial for understanding the broader context in which the event took place. Each hypothesis is then assessed to see if it could realistically explain the observed coincidence.

Synchronicity Analysis

When coincidences seem meaningful rather than merely statistical, the concept of synchronicity—introduced by psychologist Carl Jung—may come into play.

Synchronicity analysis examines if these events share a symbolic or thematic connection, even if not directly caused by one another.

For example, the simultaneous liking of an unusual green rose by two people may carry personal significance that links the events at a psychological or symbolic level rather than a causal one.

Using Statistical Tools and Models

For a more scientific approach, statistical tools such as probability models or Bayesian analysis can be employed.

Bayesian analysis, for example, can help quantify how much this rare event might shift the likelihood of a hidden connection existing.

This statistical layer allows for a structured approach to assessing whether the events are likely to be independent or if there is evidence suggesting a deeper link.

Conclusion: Naming the Process

When a coincidence is suspected of being more than random, the process of analyzing it typically falls under:

  • Low-Probability Event Analysis: Examining if rare events are statistically likely to be independent.
  • Anomaly Detection: Identifying and exploring events that deviate significantly from expected norms.
  • Synchronicity Analysis: Exploring the psychological or symbolic meaning behind unusual, seemingly connected events.

These analytical approaches provide tools to distinguish between random coincidence and meaningful patterns, allowing you to assess if the event is indeed connected or simply a statistical outlier.

Just like working from the bottom up in a process, it’s possible to create coincidences. This is something spies learn in spy training programs—professionals use this skill for specific, strategic purposes. Unfortunately, it’s also a tactic used by psychopaths to manipulate and undermine others.

It’s important to be aware of these techniques to protect yourself and others from potential harm. Genuine awareness can help protect people from wrongful manipulation.

Digital Pills: How a Tiny Chip Could Save Your Life—Or Let the Mossad Track Your Every Move

Imagine sitting at dinner, happily munching on a salad, when suddenly you realize something’s off. Not the dressing—no, something way bigger. That crouton you just ate or the cheese might be packing a microchip, tracking your every move. Sound crazy?

Welcome to the wild world of digital pills—the latest in healthcare tech that’s both a medical marvel and a potential James Bond-level gadget for organized crime and intelligence agencies.

So, What the Heck is a Digital Pill?

At first glance, digital pills sound like something out of a sci-fi movie, but they’re real.

Picture this: your crazy psychotic patient swallows his regular medication, but this one comes with a tiny, invisible sensor inside. Once it hits his stomach, the sensor sends out a signal to a patch he wears on his body, and voilà—his doctor knows he took his meds.

The FDA approved the first one in 2017, the Abilify, meant to help people with schizophrenia and bipolar disorder make sure they’re sticking to their medication schedule.

Pretty cool, right? No more “Did he take his pill this morning?” moments. But like every invention that sounds a bit too amazing, there’s THE catch.

The Spy Inside The Stomach: From Health Tracker to Villain’s Best Friend

Now, here’s where things start to get a little…suspicious. Sure, digital pills were made to help people stay on top of their medication, but what if some shady folks got their hands on this tech? Instead of helping Grandma remember her blood pressure meds, these tiny trackers could be used for, let’s say, less wholesome purposes.

Imagine a criminal slipping a digital pill into someone’s food. Suddenly, that person is carrying around a microchip that broadcasts their every move. It’s like turning your enemy into a walking GPS without them even knowing it. Crime bosses could start tracking their rivals. Ex-spies with a chip on their shoulder (pun intended) could turn the tech into their personal surveillance tool.

You think you’re having a nice coffee, but nope—you’re being tracked by the mafia because someone sprinkled a little “digital seasoning” into your espresso.

Intelligence Agencies: Are They Watching Your Lunch?

Now, let’s really go down the rabbit hole. What if intelligence agencies—say, Israel’s Mossad or your country’s secret service—got in on the action? Think of the possibilities. Forget the old-fashioned tracking devices James Bond used to stick on cars. Who needs a sticky gadget when you can just slip your target a digitally enhanced falafel? And what if these pills weren’t just monitoring whether they’re taking their meds? What if they could be remotely controlled? You know, just in case someone wanted to, say, stop a criminal’s heart with a secret command from their smartphone.

Don’t get too paranoid, but it’s not too hard to imagine some real-life spies slipping these pills into the diets of people they need to track. Suddenly, your innocent bowl of soup has become a high-tech game of espionage.

The Patients Who Aren’t Exactly Thrilled

Here’s where things get really tricky—especially for people already dealing with paranoia. For patients with schizophrenia or bipolar disorder, digital pills are supposed to be a lifeline, helping doctors make sure they’re staying on their meds. But what happens when you tell someone, “Hey, this pill’s gonna track you!”? If you already have trust issues, that’s not exactly comforting.

Some patients are, understandably, not too jazzed about swallowing something that feels like a miniature spy device. One person might take the pill thinking, “This’ll help my doctor help me,” while another might think, “Great, the government’s tracking me through my breakfast cereal.” And who can blame them? We’re talking about tiny chips that literally send signals from your stomach.

Organized Crime’s New Favorite Toy?

Now, picture this: a guy involved in organized crime gets his hands on some of these pills. What’s stopping him from giving it to someone he wants to keep tabs on? Forget tracking a car or bugging someone’s phone—he can just track a person directly by slipping a digital pill into their meal. The chip broadcasts their location, and boom! Instant spy gear, without the hassle of all that cloak-and-dagger stuff.

And it’s not just location tracking that’s on the table (or in your sandwich). If these digital pills can monitor your medication levels, who’s to say they couldn’t be altered to release something more dangerous? It’s a bit of a leap right now, but in the wrong hands, these pills could go from lifesaving to life-threatening.

Could Satellites Be Controlling Our Pills?

Here’s a fun thought to chew on: could digital pills one day be controlled by satellites? Imagine if someone could just beam down a signal and activate a pill you swallowed weeks ago. The pill could release medication—or something far worse—whenever they choose. It sounds like a plot twist from a dystopian thriller, but as technology keeps evolving, it’s worth thinking about.

The idea of a satellite-controlled microchip in your lunch may sound crazy, but that’s the point.

So, Should We Be Worried?

On one hand, digital pills are an amazing advancement in medicine, especially for people with mental health issues who struggle to stay on track with their treatment. But like every invention, there’s potential for misuse. Imagine if the same technology that helps people manage their health becomes a tool for surveillance or crime. We’re talking about something designed to help people that could easily be used to control or harm others.

To avoid that dystopian future, we need to be aware. Right now, digital pills are still in their early stages, and the healthcare benefits are clear. But before we let technology like this into every home, we should ask some tough questions about who’s watching—and who might be willing to use it for reasons that are anything but healthy.

The Takeaway: From Medicine to Mystery

So, whether you’re a fan of high-tech healthcare or more of a conspiracy theorist, one thing is clear: digital pills are here, and they’re making waves. Maybe they’ll save lives, maybe they’ll end up in the toolkit of criminal masterminds. Either way, the next time you sit down to eat, you might want to take a second look at that salad.

Because in this world, you never know what’s really on the menu.

First time NOT targeting an undercover intelligence

He came like a “shrink” woman. But his hands shook like a DRINKER’S! And the only alcoholic intelligence agent I met was a corrupt one who worked for organized crime. My jobs around dirty “CIA” officers and their dirty games spoke before I did.

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I knew it was him after the first words and his book. I didn’t really care about his “ICE CREAM” drunk with coffee! But I cared a lot that I was targeted again!

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He always wants to have closure, to feel on top, to have revenge! And a “fxck.” Psychopathic narcissists and alcoholics always look for it, with a touch of OCD. Proof of their intelligence! And their dirty mental family trees and the past!

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He wants to tell his story and enjoy others’ misery! Story of what? Of a dancing dirty ballerina? Of his clear belonging to organized crime?

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And I played his games to see how far his psychopathy could go. Ballerina? What hurts most is that he involves the Illuminati in it and genuine YOUNG people!

The Illuminati are a REAL MYTH, about good intelligent people, the last hope of humanity!

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How dare he mess with humanity’s LAST hope and turn it into an organized crime, corrupt organization of alcoholics and drug-addicted people, ruining innocent YOUNG and ADULT lives, for JEWISH prosperity?

JEWISH is much more than that! He must let it go!
Someone must teach him how to let go!

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And I let him talk! And talk! And he said painful truths candy-coated!

INTELLIGENCE, TRUE INTELLIGENCE, will never be CORRUPTED!

Neither by money, power, nor SUPREMACY!

For it is TRUE intelligence! And for it, the ILLUMINATI are in!

Not for personal gain, and to change the world superpowers.

People’s souls are the same all over. And he was an alcoholic psychopath former intelligence officer. The Illuminati must be ashamed of him!

I will NOT target his car! I hope God will see the mess he and ones like him made to genuine people.

Stupid corrupted intelligence!

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The Brazilian Corrupted Officer and Dubious Uber Driver

Since this incident, I’ve lost trust in Uber’s safety measures and, unfortunately, in law enforcement. At least gangs are real and don’t pretend to be something they are not.

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And so the story begins…

Once upon a time, one morning, I met a very questionable man. If you look at my Uber history, you’ll see a driver named Tony who gave me a ride to work. Tony was a Brazilian man and a questionable Uber driver. First of all, he didn’t have the Uber sign, and second, his car number didn’t match the description. Neither did he have a map screen. But Tony showed me a cell phone with my name and my Uber order.

Aware that I was running late, he pressed, “You coming or not?”

During the trip, Tony recorded our conversation and hit the brakes numerous times, causing my coffee to spill on my shirt and on his seat. It felt like karma was at play.

But why am I telling you about Tony today?

After I lost my personal notebook at work, online bullying on social media intensified. They mocked me about my “cleaning NO. 2” job, and after they accessed all my personal information from my notebook, the harassment increased.

Following numerous break-ins at my house, thefts of personal objects, and instances of taping me and my family members (thanks to an Emirate lady, I confirmed that the tapes were real and who made them), I uncovered more about Ana and Tony.

Ana and Tony, under the guise of law enforcement, are deeply involved in organized crime. They network with other transgender gangs and law enforcement in the city, creating a high-control “unit.”

One of the gang members approached me on the street and told me that Ana and Tony are “ICE CREAM,” meaning they are part of the top staff from U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). This revelation started to make sense given the events of the past few years. A gang member once asked me to give him THE name. Maybe he referred to Ana and Tony’s names!

I had met Ana under disguise and different names, and genders, at three of my different jobs, including one government job. Ana destroyed one of my jobs by gossiping with coworkers and recording conversations. It’s less probable for an ICE officer to do this, but maybe a crazy one do or one of their assets.

Ana, without any medical background, had free access to look at anyone’s medical accounts and teased me about one of my diagnoses on social media. Ana wore also a fake nose at one of my jobs, and his management friends, gays, and transgenders, of course, showed it to me when I filed a complaint against him.

Tony, on the other hand, was aggressive. Dirty and aggressive, hiding under the guise of an Uber job. He is the malefic force behind Ana’s craziness!

I first met Tony at the “New York” building, right behind the Department, shopping at the Chinese store on the corner. I recognized him by his shoes—brown and pointed. No one wears brown pointed shoes in a bad neighborhood unless they don’t want to be a target. I remembered Ana’s discussions. The New York building fit their location perfectly at that time.

These people did some very dirty work on both sides, under disguise, acting as both law enforcement and gangsters. This network of corrupted minds, including transgenders and gays involved in the underground life, business, and politics, spread hate, gossip, and chaos wherever they went—both on social media and in real life. They will continue to do so as long as no one sees their true actions.

I deleted my Uber account and changed my email passwords, but the years I spent being harassed and bullied in public and on social media by a network of corrupted law enforcement officers and their gang member friends cannot be given back to me.

My trust in law enforcement has been destroyed.

Many transgenders are involved in organized crime or dirty politics, and many have mental health issues. In a country where you have nowhere to report all this mess and where you are in more danger from corrupted law enforcement officers than from gangs, that country has lost its status as a normal country.

An Ana will mess around at three jobs under three names and spread chaos, while a Tony will drive a fake Uber and make dirty videos. And everything will be considered normal in an abnormal country.

“Pooping and letting go of everything” at 03:44 will not change the mess they have made of my life and my family’s lives.

And if they do not believe in God, at least there is karma, without crafting any revenge or grudges.

Their craziness, corruption, and organized crime have messed up too many lives!

For this reason, you must vote for Trump! To clear up all of this mess!

My American Freemason- the hidden secrets of Freemason women lodges

In 2006, I met my first Freemason. At the time, I hardly knew what Freemasonry was.

His first lesson was, “The priceless gift is YOUR SOUL. Never sell it!”

Coming from a man who had sold his soul for power and money, it was a harsh reality check.

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I cried a lot, witnessing people desperate to sell their souls for money, fame, and power.

One after another, as if they knew each other, I started meeting them everywhere.

Until one day, during a trip to Canada, I encountered the darker side of Freemasonry.

He was an Anglican clergyman, and the atmosphere in his house was deeply dark and evil. His son was suffering greatly, and the vibes from the other boys in the house were questionable.

I didn’t speak about this subject for almost 15 years, but today it resurfaced as I connected some dots. The mother of those boys…the carpet!

Fifteen years later, another questionable “clergyman,” a transgender old individual, linked the same subject.

And another 15 years later, another transgender person reminded me about that priest’s son’s mental struggles, addictions, and artistic talents.

Was he abused by his father?

Do the Freemasons know about these boys’ abusers?

Are some clergy members dressed in women’s clothes?

Are transgenders, abused boys, drag performers, drug traders, and sexual abusers infiltrating Freemason lodges?

I remember the beautiful young boy asking his priest father to let him make my portrait.

I remember the young boys around him and the vibe of the apartment.

And later on, 15 years later, encountering the same vibe around older transgenders and their networks.

Did the Freemason lodges HIDE BOYS’ ABUSERS?

Because if so, this might be the key to understanding the connections between insanity, drugs, and sexual abuse.

We can’t name them WOMEN and let them in Freemason women lodges! Even if they have their SISTERS in!

They are just ABUSED BOYS in need of healing!

We can’t destroy WOMEN to protect abused, delusional boys!

Or CHANGE the whole world for it!

At least, this is what MY AMERICAN MASON taught me—the TRUE VALUES of Freemasonry!

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