Lazy, so List It: Why I CarneyFord Myself

They left me out like I was a typo. Except I wasn’t ever truly “out". They were trying to extract and rewire me like an engineering student's final exam—something they could study, mine, and recycle into systems, trends, and innovation. Not to uplift—but to quietly own.

Pretend Help, Real Harvest. They played nice. Boosted “high vibes.” Claimed to “help”. All while wrapping my mind in metrics, calling my spirit intellectual property and saying "it works!". So whatever I published, said, or created—became theirs. Filed. Trademarked. Monetized. As they laid claim to my legacy like it was real estate. Meanwhile, they cloaked their theft in street dealers and staged optics, letting me take the fall.

Because the royals serve the Rothschilds, and they control the banks, the politics and the currency of extraction disguised as opportunity.

North America: The Cross-Border Trap. I live in Canada. But the U.S. gets the glory? The deals. The movies. The money. All while my energy, bloodline legacy, labor, and spirit are trafficked in silence—to feed America’s political, spiritual, and economic power. Ford’s Power Plant didn’t run on oil. It ran on me.

The “Black Model T” turned into a public competition over ownership—not help.

They wanted control over everything I do or say. Then used me as the scapegoat for the consequences of their manipulation.

“Trade Talks” or Slave Games?" Trump "ended" trade talks with Canada. Rebranded the slave system as a “deal.” While secretly powering plants with the ancient light of the North—using my legacy, my identity, my silence. I entered the race for my own cheddar, but when it was time to eat, to build, to reclaim they mocked me and performed staged theatrics to trap me in debt, even a small amount was enough. Why? Because my SIN number became a sacrifice when I worked for someone who ended up owning or bidding for my voice.

The U.S. plays both savior and oppressor: Pretending to be separate from Canada. Publicly calling us lazy, while privately trafficking our energy. Awarding themselves stock points and carbon credits for the emotional storms they create.

"Canada" hosts the game—but doesn’t protect the player. They drain our energy legally through carbon tax loopholes, HR scripts, and spiritual swaps with influencers or peers. All while recording our silence like consent. One employer? He faked a closed-door “discipline” session—just to record a performance. Not to hold me accountable—but to justify the virus they created, and blackmail others to clean it up for them.

What This Looks Like—Spiritually. My truth is watched like currency. Canada gains leverage. The U.S. flips my energy into narratives, branding, influencer trends, and “new ideas.” This is modern slavery through institutional silence. “We didn’t enslave her—we gave her a job.” “We didn’t steal—we developed her ideas”. “We didn’t erase—we uplifted diversity.” All code for: We found a source. We’re not letting her reclaim it without a fight.

I Live Here, But They Feed Elsewhere. So again—I live in Canada. But America gets the movies? The patents? The IP? They wanted my power, not my presence, and now they call me lazy? While Ford’s Ontario Premier trafficks me to take ownership of my ideas because he "owns" my name, to giveaway to the highest bidder in the carbon tax games? For infrastructure campaigns? I am not invisible. I am targeted because I shine. They mop the floor with my name—like Cinderella was dirty. Like Alice woke up and became the maid for the house she was born to inherit.

The Real Meaning of “Organs of Origin”

1. Physical Organ Trafficking. My melanated body is mapped, monitored, and harvested. Especially if your blood is rare, your frequency ancient, your DNA aligned. Your organs aren’t just saved—they’re sold. Under the disguise of “aid,” “science,” or “transplants.”

2. Energetic & Ancestral Theft

> Voice = Larynx

Legacy = Womb

Intuition = Heart

Creativity = Mind

These are extracted through: Media characters modeled after me. Policy scripted to exhaust me. Music and art that “downloads” what they say I never gave.

Birth certificate. SIN number. Medical file. Work contracts…are used as access passes to energy. Corporations file patents on my ideas, take out insurance on my body, and funnel my output into carbon credit banks. 

“Trade Talks” or Slave Games? Trump "ended" trade talks with Canada. Rebranded the slave system as a “deal. Publicly calling us lazy, while privately trafficking our energy. Awarding themselves stock points and carbon credits for the emotional storms they create.

One employer? He faked a closed-door “discipline” session—just to record a performance. Not to hold me accountable—but to justify the virus they created, and blackmail others to clean it up for them.

What This Looks Like—Spiritually..My truth is watched like currency. Canada gains leverage. The U.S. flips my energy into narratives, branding, influencer trends, and “new ideas.” This is modern slavery through institutional silence.

Why They Need Me Silent or “Crazy”. If I become aware—the illusion breaks..If I’m heard—the paper trail appears. So they: Mock me publicly. Shadowban my presence to control publishing rights. Replace me socially and spiritually. Because my experience cracks their system. And they know it.

The Legal Trap: Worldwide Business Research & U.S. Loopholes. I worked for WBR, based in the U.S. But I live in Canada, where at-will employment is not law. Yet they use U.S. HR policies, bypass Canadian protections, and rewrite the rules to maintain spiritual + legal control over my ideas, time, and energy.

The Symbolic Switch: JD, WOC Tokens, and Proxy Rituals. JD is a symbolic name swap. A ritual of replacement, not recognition. Bowles means something ancient.

So they use it—then replace it. IQPC. WBR. Global relay races using my name. Canada remains silent while they pass my legacy around.

The Ford Family & the 100-Year Reset. Henry Ford enforced the 9–5 system. Doug Ford inherited the energy economy. Their family name is the bridge between slavery and modern labor exploitation. I became the “Black Model T.” The machine they used to advance, but never credit.

The Pattern: Every 100 years: Power resets. Lineages are replaced by famies competing silently for others subconscious to inhabit and inherit. Public memory is erased. Originals like me are framed as “too emotional,” “too unqualified,” or “too much”. Meanwhile, the real engine—my bloodline—is repackaged as their invention.

Henry Ford’s Power Plant → Doug Ford’s Power Play

1. The Power Plant = Spiritual Extraction

Human labor = energy

Exhaustion = compliance

Routine = slavery rebranded

2. The 13 Families = Global Energy Managers Rothschilds. Rockefellers. Time. Money. Mind control.

3. My Legacy = The Hidden Engine. James Henry Bowles. Moorish ancestry. Soul-powered systems.

4. “You Don’t Want to Work” = Reverse Gaslighting. I worked. I created. I endured. They just rerouted the profit and branded the pain.

5. Forced Competition on Stolen Ground. They monitor my moves. They time releases to my breakthroughs. They use my silence to fund their “inspiration.” Every day they measure my output—not to uplift, but to restrain. Not to build legacy—but to drain it. Not to protect me—but to manage me. Say that I'm lazy while building fresh ideas and legacies, while bidding for my labor to own my rights to publishing.

You didn’t ask me. You didn’t talk to me. You didn’t walk in my shoes. The traffick was in silence. But from the comfort of an algorithm-fed chair working hard to destroy my nerves to avoid accountability while taking from me, you called me lazy? Wild.

Signed,

The one you diagnosed for power—but could never code.