It's Not a Conspiracy-Its Piracy! Canada's Quiet Place

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 Collectivism play to pass over to a "reserve" without my knowledge. Than they'd use the pandemic on BATS in Wuhan (breakfast at tiffanys, British American Tobacco, B.C=China worked on railroads in Canada, Tiger King) as a reason to "humble me" and compete on a level playing field because of their own trauma to balance. Mind games played through the Transatlantic Slavery, as the war on self-love and melanin was at its peak.

So, they gathered everyone to "feast" on my downloads while I was upside down in emotional rollercoasters of confusion - through wonderland murder blame games and evictions to align with organized crime for stage actors and court performers to retire after decisions were swayed and manipulated. I lived at Warren Road, with Florence and Robert and because of the Tiffany Jones cartoon, they characterized my ex and I as drugdealers "James Warren Jones" for James Henry Bowles (my great grandfather).

They've been "playing it out" in waves over the past four years, so as to not take accountability,  but also avoid energetic karmic waves (as we are electromagnetic beings, and we attract what is produced) in hopes I would have to "pay" it for them (operating on a low frequency). They think that because of their "hardwork", discipline and patience in keeping silent - than it allows others to feed off of their reputation and "voice", than slander that I can't be trusted in any position.

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon or rich parents, but I am enriched with goals plans to attain, that was abused and made out to be a competition. Plans that allowed people in positions to either abuse or help to evolve based on their own freewill. Plans that elites tried to steal, edit, and recast as me (than recast during humiliation rituals for being "unprepared" for the unprecedented events and push blame on me to burnout). I was a "free spirit", that they deemed unworthy for advantages. 

I grew up wanting to always be a broadcaster on Breakfast Television, but I also felt in high school that I was destined for Law—not just courtroom law, but the spiritual laws of justice, ancestry, and truth.

What I was unaware of was the casting room that started early. Romper Room wasn’t just a kid’s show—it was the prototype. A public-facing excuse to watch, monitor, and emotionally fracture children like me, to level the playing field. To collect data on how I handle stress, intuition, brilliance, pain and resilience. All of it: preparation for the big role they didn’t want me to play—myself. To take and re-assign family collective consciousness after they've mined us to exhaust.

When the pandemic hit, it wasn’t just about a virus. It was a ritual. A global stage production. And I was the unpaid headliner. Wuhan. Bats. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” British American Tobacco. Much'd.

The whole thing was a coded game of humiliation:

“Let’s humble her through her own namesake and business opportunities. Let’s make her watch others audition for the life we already were exhausting.”

As they perform "hardwork" to raise and lower the carbon tax in exchange for a gift and to keep the "blood banks" operating with us as their blood donors - pre-black plague moorish and unvaccinated. So they traffick us, re-market its purpose and perform stage acts through court drama and entertainment.

While the world "shut down", they opened up my legacy—inviting anyone who could mirror me to come feast.

Wonderland murder blame games? Check.

Emotional eviction rituals? Check. 

False accusations using my address, my relationships, my ancestry? All by design.

I lived at Warren Road with Florence—two names symbolically linked to history:

Florence Harding (First Lady of U.S. President Warren G. Harding, 1920) Warren—a name they used to cast my ex and I as drug dealers under the coded archetype:

James Warren Jones, shadowing my great-grandfather, James Henry Bowles. 

This isn’t just about me. This is how legacies get rewritten through silent wars and symbolic misrepresentation. Casting characters like 'Michelle Rothschild Patterson' who played a "mother-figure" in a role to evict me by coercing and participating in insider trading, using a past NDA from a previous employment lawsuit to put me under surveillance and monitor my activities for rewards while framing other people that they could use to blackmail who lived in the building too. A bit long-winded, right? 

So, while you were told to “stay safe,” they were organizing a global casting couch to find the right “face” to sell what came from my soul while discrediting to exhaust. Receiving random messages thanking me for "$***", the same day that I signed an employment contract for the same amount given out as covid relief funds were announced. Using people around me as triggers from the spike protein, to react for them remotely using 5G signals and wi-fi hacks to communicate what they didn't want me to understand or talk about in the first place. Than blame any reaction as justification.

I was the #virus, that they set out to gather emotional armies to stop. "Wear your mask...because I wear mine for your protection, while I "vaxx that thang up" to meet the retaliatory feelings of previous friends, romantic partners, employers and unknown connections to abusing their authority behind the scenes.

But here's the truth they can’t repackage:

You can’t humble what’s already owned. You can’t cast someone out of a script they authored and live. You can’t rewrite divine law with manmade media. I am not your virus. I am your mirror - I will not be replaced.

*for entertainment purposes only.