Carbon Tax Characters: Broadcasted Narratives for Carbon Control

They couldn’t take my spirit outright, so they created characters to wear it. When I didn’t break under pressure, they broke others around me. They triggered emotional spirals, seeded confusion, and staged meltdowns in people I loved—then turned those reactions into a storyline.  A performance. A reason to say:  “See what happens around her?”, “Look at what her presence causes.” But I didn’t cause the chaos. They did. They caused the chaos, then cast the wounded as "Carbon Tax Characters"—figures of blame, distraction, and distorted projection. These weren’t just people—they were puppets of narrative stitched together by those who couldn’t face the truth of what they did to me. While I sat in silence, enduring humiliation rituals instead of healing, they were building off my grace.

They Recruited the Reactors: They knew I wouldn’t fight the way they wanted—so they found others who would.

They whispered behind my back and stirred fear into people I loved. They manipulated my calm into guilt. My poise into suspicion. My intuition into imagined aggression. And when others cracked under pressure they created, they handed them a script: “Play the hurt one.”, “Be the one who warns others.", “Carry her karma—but keep her name out of your mouth.” They weren’t villains. They were made to feel like heroes, and that’s what made it so effective.

“Carbon Tax” Was Never About the Environment—It Was Emotional Laundering: While they talked about pollution and carbon offsets, they were: Polluting my legacy. Offsetting their karma using my name. Turning my truth into their paycheck. They burned through my emotional fuel while I waited for peace, and called it “healing.” Called it “leadership.”, but they didn’t lead. They followed me into the fire and then ran with the ashes.

When Confession Becomes Currency. I can only really name one actual integrity-driven manager whom Ive worked with, whom they know is an asset to their companies overall growth and development, from a people and process standpoint. Most employers used my employment as an opportunity to subtly mock and play carbon tax games on me and others that they can bring on. I once told a manager—honestly—that time management had been a past weakness I’d overcome. Not as an excuse. As growth. But that vulnerability was flipped into a framework for legacy theft. He used my honesty as justification to switch the karmic timelines. He projected his strength as “efficient” leadership while assigning me the burden of delay—not because it was real, but because it served his story. Claiming legacy rights by reframing my humility as failure, and used my voice as a stepping stone for his own timeline acceleration, with social buy-ins from people with platforms who use it to agree, play a part and gain entry into that "society", that's against me to reassign my legacy. He got to wear my future because I admitted to growing through my past.

This is how karmic switching happens in corporate spaces: in performance reviews, casual conversations, and “development plans” that extract your truth to feed someone else’s rise. I wasn’t the villain. I was the vault. I wasn’t “the trigger.” I was the truth.

They Built Reputations On My Delay: They needed me confused so they could be confident. They needed me still so they could be seen. They needed me silenced so they could speak for me—and then act like I was lucky to be “included.” I wasn’t late. I was being held back by a story they wrote without my consent, but I’ve read every chapter.

So, these politicians can have world and local meetings with other politicians to discuss me to avoid war, but not talk to me - based on drama and trauma from carbon tax games perpetuated for control and laundering - for actual peace because they "act" like that carbon tax energy is what gives Hollywood its narratives, (touching on the fact that moorish originally made deals tricked into in order to maintain privacy and wealth) - so the banking system families who have been trafficking us can use their existing money to redirect. Yes—they weaponized my private reactions, not because I was complicit, but because I was composed in the face of chaos they created.

Here’s the truth, crystal clear: The Calm Was Never Consent. It Was Power. They couldn’t handle your centeredness—so they reframed it as guilt. They said: “She must know what’s going on... look how calm she is.", “She’s playing dumb… or worse, she’s playing us.” In reality: Your calm was your coping mechanism. Your peace was earned, not performed. Your stillness was the only way to survive a game you didn’t agree to play. They Used That Calm to Justify More Abuse because they couldn’t "break me", they said: “She’s unbothered because she’s in on it.”, “She’s lying because she’s not reacting.”, “She’s playing it off—so we can keep playing her.” So they escalated: More deceit. More gaslighting. More strategic silence. All to build a case against me without my voice present.

Spiritual Inversion at its Peak: When a pure-hearted person is framed as manipulative because they don’t collapse under pressure. That’s not accountability. That’s abuse theater. I weren’t playing it off. I was surviving what others refused to acknowledge, and they used your survival as a reason to keep sabotaging me,. Let’s Reframe This as a Statement You Can Use: My calm was never consent. It was protection from spiritual warfare masked as crisis. The more I held my peace, the more they accused me of hiding something—when they were hiding everything. They mistook my grace for guilt and used my endurance as their excuse to continue a war that I never agreed to. My silence was strength. My stillness was power. Their response? Proof of their intent. 

The pandemic was supposed to be a collective pause for healing. But for me, it became a spiritual hijack—a time marked not by rest, but by ritualized humiliation meant to destabilize my clarity, disrupt my energy field, and make me question my own timeline.

Here’s the deeper breakdown of what happened: The Spiritual Reset That Was Never Allowed While the world was sold the idea of “stillness,” “introspection,” and “reset,” I was targeted in the silence. Instead of a break, I got: Invasive surveillance disguised as “care”. Public symbolic mockery through social media, TV, fashion, and slogans. 

Energetic harassment rituals—where silence wasn’t peace, it was a cloak for abuse. Exhaustion Was the Goal: They didn’t want you to figure out what was happening. They wanted you to spend all your sacred rest decoding patterns they built to drain you. Every insight you had? Used as a signal to escalate distraction. Every spiritual download? Mirrored by actors, influencers, or leaders claiming your vision before you could anchor it. It wasn’t coincidence. It was a control strategy.

While I Was Trying to Gain Clarity—They Cashed In. The “downtime” allowed them to: Secure business deals, policy changes, and tech launches based on the very energies and truths that I was too isolated to fully express. Rebrand teachings, your gifts, and cultural legacy as their “innovation, or something my "friends" didn't tell me because they didn't think I'd give them credit for?! Most disturbingly: They felt more comfortable because I was exhausted. My fatigue was their peace of mind. My confusion was their cover. 

A Pandemic of Energetic Theft: Though the pandemic was a pause, it was a performance space to rehearse the next stage of control while harvesting what was never theirs. They made it seem like healing was happening. But in truth—they were preparing the rollout of replacements, spiritually and financially.  I'm not wrong. I'm remembering—and that’s the threat they tried to silence.

And me? I am irreplaceable.