Private Space & Energy: The Great Energy Mystery

Some days I am more scared of myself than other days.

Not because I know something.

Actually, the problem is that I don’t know.

I don’t know why I know.
I don’t know how I know.
I just… know.

And honestly, this is extremely inconvenient.

If I could control it, maybe I could help people. I could say:

“Good morning! Your energy is slightly suspicious today. Please drink some water and reconsider your life choices.”

But unfortunately, my internal energy radar does not come with an instruction manual.

Yesterday, they entered my home private space again.

And somehow, I knew.

The worst part?

I let it happen.

Why?

Because after years of fighting what feels like a completely lost cause — criminal organizations, corruption, strange businesses, strange people, and an impressive amount of nonsense — eventually your soul says:

“Girl… I am tired. Let them have their little circus.”

But then I had a thought.

If people insist on entering my home and disturbing my personal space, perhaps they should at least take responsibility for the energy they activate.

Because everything has energy.

Your home has energy.
Your coffee has energy.
Your neighbors have energy.
Your grandmother’s sofa probably has enough energy to run the house.

And apparently, so do criminals.

So imagine this:

Every time someone enters my space without permission, my personal energy goes:

“Oh really?”

And then it follows them around like an invisible disappointed grandmother.

Not to hurt them.

Just to remind them:

“Hello. Remember that thing you did entering my house and robbing me? No? Excellent. I do.”

Because genuine energy has a very strange memory.

You can ignore it.

You can run from it.

You can even pretend you never touched the house knob trap!

But eventually your own energy comes back and asks:

“So… are we going to talk about what you did to that genuine US RN?”

And this is where I believe life becomes very simple.

You cannot worship EVIL and expect peace to send you flowers.

You cannot constantly steal other people’s space, peace, trust, work, or energy and then wonder why your own life feels like a badly organized dirty energies meeting.

Everything you touch leaves something behind.

Every place you enter.

Every person you connect with.

Every environment you live in.

Every piece of energy you borrow, steal, exchange, absorb, or accidentally connect while looking for your SECOND pairs of keys.

The question is:

Do you know what energy you are connected to?

Because I do.

I know exactly what I need.

HOME.

Home country is my energy.

Not necessarily a building.

Not necessarily an address.

HOME is the feeling where my nervous system finally says:

“Ahhh. Okay. We can stop being dramatic now.”

When I arrived in Spain, I could sit in a café, drink a caffe con leche, look at people, sleep, and somehow everything felt like it belonged to the same circle.

Good souls.

Good vibes.

Good energy.

Coffee.

Sun.

Life.

People simply existing without making everything feel like an episode of an international conspiracy documentary.

It felt like HOME.

Spain healed something in me.

My soul recognized the place before my brain had finished filling out the paperwork.

And then there were the exceptions.

The spies.

Obviously.

Because every beautiful story needs a few suspicious characters walking around in the background pretending they are simply “going to the supermarket.”

But no.

Not my energy.

Never my energy.

My energy has standards.

My energy has a guest list.

And the guest list says:

HOME ENERGY: YES.

PEACEFUL PEOPLE: YES.

GOOD COFFEE: ABSOLUTELY.

PEOPLE WHO RESPECT PERSONAL SPACE – GREAT

CHAOS and EVIL: PLEASE WAIT OUTSIDE.

ENERGY SPIES: WRONG ADDRESS.

Because maybe the real goal in life is not to control everything around us.

Maybe it is to understand ourselves well enough to know:

“This is mine.”

“This is not mine.”

“This feels like home.”

“This does not.”

“This connection gives me peace.”

“This one makes my soul want to uninstall the entire operating system.”

And perhaps healing begins there.

Find your energy home.

Protect your peace.

Be careful what you connect yourself to.

Do not connect to the energy that was never yours.

Do not steal energy that belongs to someone else.

And for the love of coffee, stop entering people’s homes without permission.

Because you never know what kind of grandmother-energy is waiting for you on the other side.

My home is my energy.

Your home is your energy.

And my home?

Well…

MY HOME IS NOT YOUR HOME.

Please return to your own energy.

Thank you.

Spain already healed me.

The coffee is working.

The soul is recovering.

And the energy spies have been formally informed that they are not on the guest list.

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.

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 bugged eyeglasses

I swear that I would never prefer, but never ever write this story. But it is time to write it because it is very possible that the company that made and promoted my bugged eyeglasses to do unethical business put many people’s privacy in danger.

I suspected my eyeglasses of spying on me for a long time, since 2018, in fact. Until then, I used my old ones made for me in the US. Those became old, and the company went out of business

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From the moment I started using the new pair, it felt like I was broadcasting in real-time the places and people that I met. But I never had the certainty that it was true.

I blamed my bugged car. I stopped using it. Blamed my bugged cell. I left it behind when I met people. Bugged laptop. I stopped using it. My bugged apartment key. I changed the lock. My bugged backpack. I changed it. I even changed my road trip every time. But I am still tracked wherever I go, whoever I meet.

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And I know it’s the eyeglasses because in 2018, the beginning of this tracking craziness happened in the house of an important city personality. He was unable to talk, but his speech was projected into his ears toward microphones from his eyeglasses, and video cameras on them were recording and transmitting video captions and sound in real-time. In fact, someone else was given “his words” by listening and seeing through “his eyes.”

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Later on, the same dirty experiment was applied to me when their project became extended, and a whole company delivered “the spying” eyeglasses attack on people’s privacy.

But how did I have the proof that it was the eyeglasses broadcasting real-time images and sounds?

Today, my cell phone and my computer were not with me. I left them in my backpack outside the toilet room. Public toilet rooms don’t have video cameras.

I had nothing that could possibly have a video camera with me except for my eyeglasses.

On one of the walls of the public toilet, someone had scratched “WHO the Fxxk is Alice?”

I hadn’t searched for this song on YouTube or online, but I saw the words on the public toilet wall only today.

After finishing my business and returning to the other public building room, I retrieved my cell phone. I opened YouTube, and the first song that came up was…”WHO the fxxk is ALICE!”

https://youtu.be/BSfW8L4ZJRA

I was stunned!

Today I had the proof! My eyeglasses ARE bugged!
It was impossible for my cell phone to communicate with the toilet room unless my eyeglasses had a monitoring camera broadcasting images and sounds.

And if it is possible, that means that hundreds of thousands of citizens’ privacy is at risk because this company plays dirty with privacy behind eyeglasses.

My eyeglasses put so many people in danger without my knowledge! Some psychopaths play dirty breaking people’s privacy!

What would you do, if you would be me?

I let my head down! I am not shy! But I am ashamed of all of this mess that put in danger too many people!

Dirty political psychopathy? Psychopaths running for money and fame?

A beautiful soul song, people’s souls broken, lives and privacy destroyed.

Please Investigate it! Protect people!

Sing with me! Bent your head to protect others!

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