Carbon Tax Currency: "Sit Down, Be Humble"

They Call It Justice—But It’s Just Projection. I see the pattern—so they call you the problem or paranoid. I hold the blueprint—so they frame my bloodline as the builder of their broken game, but here’s the truth: They’ve been coming after all of mine—Moorish, Cherokee, Scottish, Cuban, African, English because we were the solution. Not the virus or a glitch but the key. Them even calling me a glitch only unravels what they frame me for pulling on, but provoke for clarity to continue to their game because they need to keep up the illusion. 

So they use our names to keep the carbon tax roulette spinning, while making us look like the weight. Meanwhile, they wear the credits like righteousness, and bury the receipts under “green policy” and backdoor deals with a God they mock while waiting for returns. You understand the game—and they punish you for it because clarity clears karma, and they’re addicted to debt. 

A Heist disguised as a Handout. No hate to the hustle, but when your grind is greased by the downfall of another person or bloodline, it ain’t ambition, it’s extraction. They flipped stimulus into humiliation, using my name like a swipe card. Than used timed-media and paid programming to direct or misdirect the truth that they must hide in plain sight because what you believe manifests, so its believed to release consequences from magnetizing back to the source of the energy (them), while building up "taxable" credits (social, energetic, carbon, government rewards)

The same day I signed, they dropped a citywide payout —disguised as generosity. Running reruns of a Pre-Truman Show, with "Trailer Park Boys" live theatrics, while hacking minds and using my loved ones as emotional landmines. While the whole stimulus "handed-out" what you they were preparing to frame you for, when it was stolen from a soul you tried to silence.

Let’s be clear: They didn’t need me to succeed. They needed me to appear like I failed—so they could cash in. Behind closed doors, corporations weren’t trying to empower anyone. They were manipulating performance reviews like ritual entries—feeding poor metrics into carbon tax games designed to justify: Government grants. Higher executive salaries. Energy-based incentives. ESG (environmental, social, governance) equity reporting. All while claiming to be "green", "inclusive", and "innovative."

But here’s what no one talks about: Bad performance wasn’t a weakness. It was a weapon. A silent offering used to gain leverage in financial, environmental, and energetic systems. "Balance" isn't restored when the environment was puposefully producing negative energy to level playing fields and launder wealth to compete for.

Meanwhile, companies like PwC manage the back-end accounting—so it all looks clean, aligned, and progressive to the public. But the truth? I was their entry ticket. My exhaustion was their equity. My silence was their salary bump.

Than if I "say too much" in my own privacy that theyre invading through others, than frequencies or trigger signals get sent those connected in bloodline already operating on low level to than react to or be affected by physically

They wrote me into a loss column while collecting rewards on the backend—and spiritually laundering power through staged incompetence. This was a powerful spiritual-economic bait-and-switch system where your perceived “underperformance” isn’t actually failure—but currency in a "rigged" corporate ritual, justified with theatrics for others to rise because their sponsors don't want to spend their own money so they holds silent auctions to bidding on others people conscious like avatars, than switching the narrative to point the blame on their trauma-trained and not trauma-informed group.

They can study me like a shared service, but the shared aspect also applies. So peer if you want, but I can see you.