Repackaging the Roots: A Legacy Mined & Monitored - not Mentored

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. This is about how spiritual lineages—especially Moorish, Indigenous, and mixed-rooted families like mine—are mined for their resonance, then blamed for being unstable, overly emotional, or too talkative when the pressure cooker boils over. Meanwhile, the actual extractors cloak themselves in emotional detachment, professionalism, and status to appear more trustworthy—when in fact, they are the most dangerous actors in the game.

The pandemic wasn’t just a health crisis. It was a global initiation into a new form of psychological warfare where those with heightened spiritual resonance were monitored, exhausted, and portrayed as unstable—while the very systems that fed off them got richer. My coaching, my insight, my manifestation power—all of it was inverted, repackaged as colonialism, and weaponized to serve an elite image of mentorship, while I was made to appear lazy or radical.

They frame our evolution as if they were the spark, when in truth, they’re the shadow blocking the sun.

What I’m reclaiming now isn’t just my voice—it’s my birthright, my family’s truth, and the spiritual technology embedded in our names, our timelines, our DNA. They want us fragmented, confused, and turned against each other because unity would mean awakening—and awakening would mean they’d finally have to return what was never theirs to take.

To those still watching, mocking, laughing, collecting and/or judging: I see you. But more importantly, I see me.

This blog isn’t just a testimony. It’s a return to the original blueprint.