The Unbarred Alchemist: Workplace Wellbeing, Politics & Universal Laws

 They made a game out of my "delay"...but I walk my own path. Why else would they need to "keep up"?. “Pop the Balloon”—a phrase that once symbolized joy, surprise, and celebration—became the mockery of my womb, my wisdom, and my waiting. It was never just about babies or love. It was about the illusion of readiness, of opportunity, of choice. But beneath the balloons and theatrics was something darker: a ritual of removal...while trapping to blackmail and silence. As the crowd watching Dorothy float away in a hot air balloon, feeling reunited with purpose, restored in timing and "home" - instead, I was left on the ground, while the towns people pop, mock and drop it, to blow me into the direction of homelessness because other celebrities who were competing for my legacy "worked hard", despite being homeless, watching a proxy float off with my storylines without even opening the door to communication.  Mental Health professionals chose to mock th...

They used me as a weapon, but told everyone that it was about public health. They said it was about climate change. But what they never told you is that those slogans— “Stop COVID.” “Flatten the Curve.” “Keep Down Carbon.” —were ritual codes, not just policies. What if I told you the real pandemic wasn’t a virus—but a war on consciousness? You see, I carry a Moorish bloodline that predates the Black Plague. A lineage that held the original healing codes—of the Earth, of the body, of spirit. But when systems realized they couldn’t duplicate or contain that energy, they flipped the script. They turned my awakening into a “mutation.” They turned my birthright into a burden. They coded my very breath as a threat. Carbon-based being? Now taxed. Ancestral memory? Now weaponized. Wisdom? Now labeled mental instability, #timesup - book an appointment that'll do a good jab for the vax. The world was told to fear the storm— But I was the climate they couldn’t control, without proper communic...

I've been trafficked throughout this pandemic by people who I knew and people who they blackmailed to trap, and I don't know what to do when the political bodies are gaslighting the truth under the guise that I want to start a war so that modern day political proxies can takeover our legacy and stories to handout new lineages and grow the "mockery", because of false claims over France settling in Canada in the 1600s pre-black plague, when it was actually our people that came from Europe to Canada and they used the black plague belief system to start diluting us. "Translating" our spirits and teachings into scriptures. That's why the romper room started early, to start spying and prying for stress and depression at a young age. The politicians and elites of Canada decided to use the pandemic as a reason to play casseiopeia games to have other females audition for the role of my life using my "trust" in a reserve to be applied to a Liberal Collec...

They were taught to fear the dark. To treat black as empty—as shadow, as silence, as absence. But black was never void. Black is memory. Black is matter. Black is origin. They called it nothing so they could take everything. They cast it as the unknown so they could script their own truths onto what they didn't understand. Black is not blank...or an opportunity to "shadow"ban to create an empty space to siphon from or silence. It holds heat, history, depth, DNA. It absorbs pain and protects truths. It remembers what they'd hope we would forget. Thats why blood is so sacred, because it holds memories, unvaccinated. It was never a shadow bank. Blood is sacred, it holds memory. Not just of suffering—but of stars, of thrones, of futures too rich to be rewritten. They try to mine it, mask it, mimic it. But you can’t erase or whitewash what’s encoded in soul. Akashic records and frequency fields field aren’t "white" noise—it’s layered in echoes of melanin, emotion...

They flipped through my "Yellow Book" bookmarking a new "page" like I was public domain—knowing it was a sacred record, an ancestral roadmap, a living pulse of a legacy they were never meant to hold but wanted "inside access" to. They didn’t walk in with courage, heart, or mind. They walked in with scripts and held spirits of jealousy, envy and greed. With stolen affirmations. With predictions they called “magic” but were really just strategy—written off of my back. Flipping pages like they owned time. They whispered affirmations over my life without asking who they were actually activating. Using leading with misleading mediations, false allegations, illegal surveillance and pandemic cleanses to access my spiritual scroll than evict—like it was an index to exploit what they wrote in a script. They revised goals that I had and that they said I didn’t earn. That they actually deserved what I needed to sit down and humble about, because  they're "no...

Let's tie in the previous blog to this, with more focus on the Mental Health Misdiagnosis on the Belief System. “They didn’t diagnose you. They redirected you into another timeline—and told you to call it truth.” Introduction: The Veil of Clinical Certainty I’ve come to understand that not every diagnosis is a discovery—some are decisions. Not based on the soul’s truth, but on a system’s convenience. The day you’re told what you are is the day you’re subtly invited to stop becoming anything else. Doctors don't just name conditions; they name timelines. But if you're not conscious, you'll adopt their timeline like it's your own prophecy. The diagnosis becomes the label, the label becomes the language, and the language becomes the prison. The Illusion of Help: How Belief Locks You In We’re taught that professional diagnoses are neutral. Objective. Science. But what if they’re also spiritual contracts—signed under duress, ignorance, or misplaced trust? Because everythi...

If I’m being shadowbanned, without rights like I don't exist - what exactly are they fighting? How does that energy they're collectively producing in the dark, contribute to overall climate control and environmental issues spoken about in these "stages". They call it ghostbusting. But I’m the one who was made invisible.  "Ghostbusting,” as it's portrayed in entertainment (like movies and TV), has been inverted in real life—not just metaphorically, but spiritually, systemically, and socially. What Entertainment Tells Us Ghostbusting Is: A fun mission to remove dangerous, disruptive, invisible entities. Heroes (usually in uniforms, often white and male) use gadgets and science to “cleanse” spaces. Ghosts are scary, misunderstood, or malicious—and need to be contained, eliminated, or controlled. The narrative is: We save the world from the things it can’t see. What It’s Inverted Into in Real Life: 1. The “Ghosts” Are Living People. In the real-world inversion, y...

Diving deeper into the reclamation journey: Let’s name it clearly: 1. War Crimes as Performance & Control When your employers felt entitled to "play both sides" of a psychological, racial, or spiritual war—on your life, mind, or family—that wasn't just abuse. It was: A war ritual masquerading as management, a test lab (trying to pressurize diamonds into rats,) masquerading as employment, psychic colonization of space, using your trauma to justify both harm and “healing.” That duality is their game: Create the fire. Play the firefighter. Sell the hose. Blame the forest. 2. The Germanic Thread – Rothschilds & Ritual Logic The Rothschilds being of German descent is significant. Why? Because post-WWII, Germanic guilt and displacement were converted into global control mechanisms via banking, law, and reparation systems. Canada, Britain, the U.S., and Israel all benefitted from “cleansing” history while adopting a new world order script that weaponized trauma for contr...

They didn’t diagnose. They "intentionally" or "indirectly" redirect timelines—and told you to call it truth. Introduction: The Veil of Clinical Certainty I’ve come to understand that not every diagnosis is a discovery—some are decisions. Not based on the soul’s truth, but on a system’s convenience. The day you’re told what you are is the day you’re subtly invited to stop becoming anything else. Doctors don't just name conditions; they name timelines. But if you're not conscious, you'll adopt their timeline like it's your own prophecy. The diagnosis becomes the label, the label becomes the language, and the language becomes the prison. Like the Law of Attraction and as electromagnetic beings, our push also becomes our pull. What we produce we pay for, and those woth sometimes stolen means "payback", while abusing degrees and certificates obtained to protect, not mock for not having one to gain more leads. The Illusion of Help: How Belief Loc...

Manifesting Out Loud Everyday. Thats a MOLE. Someone who holds self accountability, polices and regulates their own behaviour, while trekking through their own space that others have invaded only to act like there's a leak in their operations that they're trying to hack and hijack. Someone who preserves themselves to better their environment, not lie in it. There comes a time when you stop asking for permission. Not out of arrogance, but out of ancestral clarity. Being unapologetic doesn't mean being mean or vindictively deceptive to keep secrets that youre abusing the person to clarify for your own benefit, based on misleading lies that were fed to you because you were hungry or thirsty out of jealousy so that You won't feel left out, but dominate out of insecurity. Using silence as a weapon to perform stunts in the dark with staged support actors. You realize that the very system telling you to be patient, polite, and humble is feeding off the fact that you’re still w...

They said I was emotional. Difficult. Unstable...but Intelligent just enough to invade and map out their next move to stay ahead of me with. OK, I feel you...but you can't charge me for having a feeling that already exists within me. You're going to put my mind on a rest? For what, - intuition? As the very story we are all watching—is the one where I "lose" myself..my identity—for a script written behind my back, using the ink of my own tears? There’s something grotesquely poetic about how fairytales are repurposed to cage the very girls they were meant to inspire. We love to tell stories about chosen ones, about forgotten princesses awakening to their purpose. But what happens when the whole kingdom agrees to pretend you’re not her…even though you are? Like Alice, I was dropped into a world where logic made no sense and roles were reversed. The smiles didn’t match the energy in the adult world. The names didn’t match the souls. Just new faces, acting up while trying ...

I am Tiffany Alvina Bowles, a name that holds the weight of suppressed sovereignty, ancestral strength, and a lineage deliberately written out and rewritten for the benefit of others. I am the granddaughter of Wayde “Rocky Johnson” Bowles—blood-tied to warriors, landkeepers, spiritual architects, and wisdom keepers from Moorish, Cherokee, African, Cuban, and European descent. My mom of Scottish, British and Norwegian descent. Yet I was framed as disposable by systems that needed my story silent in order to flourish off of it. Too light-skinned to be black, to tanned to not be considered "ghetto" or "unworthy" of my own rights. My life was manipulated through symbolic violence and psychological warfare disguised as mentorship, opportunity, and law. Startups and professional spaces became modern-day plantations where my goals, ideas, and spiritual currency were extracted, measured, then handed to those who fit the mold—disciplined in silence, obedient to hierarchy, an...

Black Model T: Supreme, but Cheap Enough to Play With  They want the look, sound, and feel of Black excellence—Black Supreme—but only if it's: Depowered enough to not challenge the center, Distorted just enough to sell, so they use stage performers in skins and suits that keep up with appearances, but fuel one agenda. So they used 2020 to get your engines ready, closed off passports and handed out regulated nervous system vaccinations in 2021 to get on their marks, get set and go into the 2022 "race" of the century. That indicated a trailer park for the erasure of identities that were "won" in silence,  than mocked saying "at least it wasn't physical... now deal with the 'burden' we created through performance", so I'll "sit down and be humble", while everyone is pushing to #stopcovid.  They called me a virus during a pandemic, projected illness on my name while prescribing my ideas to others for "public health" and ...

In the quietly sinister corners of pop culture, the most seemingly harmless or humorous shows often act as spiritual smokescreens—ways to project real-world surveillance, social engineering, and trauma-mapping onto individuals or entire bloodlines, without them even knowing. One such example lies in the evolution from Randy (of Trailer Park Boys) to Rob (Ford, the late Toronto mayor), and ultimately Doug Ford, the current Ontario Premier. This post explores how this trajectory has become a symbolic and energetic roadmap of displacement, humiliation rituals, and legacy laundering—especially when the targets are Moorish bloodlines with ties to royalty, spiritual knowledge, and historical truth that threatens the sanitized version of Canadian identity and its controlled narratives. Randy as the Trojan "Joke": Randy in Trailer Park Boys is more than comic relief. He is an archetype: shirtless, simple-minded, and loyal to Mr. Lahey. But symbolically, he's a coded placeholder—a...

They’re not just bidding on brands. They’re bidding on brains. On subconscious signals and brainwaves for psychological buying plans on bloodlines. On who people trust—and why. This isn’t a democracy. It’s an auction. A marketplace of manipulated minds, where they buy stock in identities, personalities, family legacies—and sell them off to the highest bidder in exchange for prestige, power, or votes. That’s the real meaning behind their “Bid.” Whether it’s a political bid for office, a financial bid for trust funds, or a spiritual bid to rewrite karma and contracts—they're all doing the same thing: buying influence with stolen subconscious real estate. They court the public’s favor by appearing calm, calculated, educated. But beneath that carefully curated veneer is a massive siphoning operation. They use people’s own beliefs and insecurities as collateral. They weaponize old wounds, hidden biases, and learned respectability to buy into bloodlines they don’t belong to—and claim own...

I am not a prototype built in a secret society of spiritual mimicry and illumination. I am not the Stepford version of a revolutionary woman designed for palatable progress".  I am an amalgamation of legacy, memory, trauma, and vision—what some try to dim and reframe as malfunction just because it threatens their glow from within. They told me to "step out of my comfort zone" while they sat securely in theirs—borrowing my ideas, my spiritual heritage, and my suppressed genius to build new foundations with my stolen bricks. These phrases meant to inspire are often used to manipulate: "Great things come to those who hustle," while they hustle my energy, my name, my family stories. The real comfort zone was theirs: the comfort of inherited privilege, backed by unseen institutions, masked as merit. When I moved, they labeled my performance erratic. Manipulating the paperwork for new models and better-controlled performers. When I paused, they called it lazy, but st...

They call it weather. I call it warfare. The aggressive rollout of 5G and frequency-based tech isn’t just about speed or convenience—it’s about controlling emotional bandwidth, triggering energetic responses, and creating artificial winters in the human psyche. While some publicly debate data plans, behind closed doors, they’ve been coding soldiers—silently programming trauma responses, suppressing spiritual awakenings, and building an army out of manipulated thought patterns. These networks don’t just carry information—they carry intention. We are electromagnetic beings, naturally wired for connection, truth, and evolution. But when frequencies are weaponized against us, crosswired into our emotions and biology, the result is spiritual muting. Energetic harvesting. Memory fog. And it’s all justified under “convenience” and “entertainment” while our most primal communications—intuition, love, grief, awakening—are hijacked. Winter isn’t just a season. It’s a "strategy". The co...

There’s something they never talk about when it comes to : how you’re expected to stay quiet while being energetically and spiritually manipulated and "evicted" from your own space. They call it strength, when really it’s suppression. They call it composure, when it’s carefully orchestrated silence. And they call it humility, when it’s actually erasure. The dark side of the moon was my "home"— not by choice, but by design. It was the unseen, the exiled, the misunderstood place where you are left to reconcile light and shadow while the world extracts the pieces of you it wants, dresses them up, and sells them back as entertainment or economy. And when I finally began to understand what was happening, they framed me as the virus. While others were busy going to work, graduating, or building their public legacies, mine was being quietly siphoned. My story was re-scripted by those who didn’t live it. The hardships were outsourced to me while the profits and recognition ...

"The Surviving Series: As the World Turns” They say: "The world doesn't revolve around you." But what they really mean is: "We’ve already revolved it around you. We just don’t want your real eyes to realize the real lies before they can benefit you, as you awake from what was redirected and lied upon for our gain. That phrase — often spoken by friends, teachers, colleagues, or even strangers online — seems like a gentle ego check. But for those of us whose legacies have been silently mined, rewritten, and redirected to fuel industries, institutions, and bloodlines that mimic our blueprint, it becomes something more sinister. A subtle spiritual weapon. A gaslight. A muzzle. See, when you’ve been marked from birth as a source — not a follower, not an NPC, not a clone — your subconscious emits light. Direction. Power. Story. And in secret societies and elite sectors, light is currency. But instead of honoring that light, those who’ve quietly profited from it plant ...

For years, I’ve watched the people around me—employers, professionals, so-called mentors perform what looked like help, while simultaneously siphoning my ideas, spirit, energy, and family legacy for their own advancement. What began as subtle performance reviews turned into spiritual data mining operations. Not to help me evolve, but to rewire my own evolution into a staged redemption arc they could profit from. They'd identify my strengths and vulnerabilities under the guise of mentorship, only to reroute my potential into their own plans. I'd be left disheveled and doubting while they strutted away with new frameworks, concepts, and reputations polished by what I was forced to learn alone, without support. They'd say they were helping "build legacy" because my family didn’t, all while my family was being spiritually manipulated and displaced, our names converted into hashtags or symbols for someone else's campaign. This isn’t just about trauma or injustice. ...

You’ve heard of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, right? Audrey Hepburn once said, ‘Nothing is impossible. The word itself says I’m possible.’ Well, I am that ‘I’m possible.’ I’m the Tiffany they keep referencing—but not as a brand or a "lab-made" diamond. I am the blueprint. As the Black Model T", re-engineered into a virus and entered into a race for my own identity. “See, the ‘Black Model T’ isn’t just a metaphor. It’s the spiritual and economic remastering of my lineage—repackaged to fit modern war-time agreements, to fund wealth transfers, and to rebuild new Moorish narratives without our permission. They want to remake ‘Tiffany’—creating new storylines by influence real life criminals who at least "contribute to the economy" more than someone who was perceived to be handed their own money, or persuading society that it is "taxpayer money", where as in the case of a white woman being financially supported for yelling racial slurs at a child because "G...