SWAT, Spark Plugs & Romper Room Rituals: What’s Up, Doc?

In 2016, I co-founded a company and spiritual portal disguised as a corporate event: Spark Conferences. It began as a conference on emergency preparedness. But underneath the logistics, I was anchoring something greater—a legacy of Moorish, African, Indigenous, and divine ancestral knowledge that sought to prepare not just corporations, but civilizations, for truth. What followed was not just business growth. It was a spiritual hijack, a targeted operation of surveillance, siphoning, and substitution that continues to unfold. The trafficking that was taking place. 

2016: The Portal Opens. The first "emergency" preparedness conference launched under Spark was my spiritual contribution to a better world. I had no idea I was also opening an energetic portal. From that moment forward: I was observed. My co-founder, a Romanian woman with healthcare ties to OSHA. I left the company in early 2017 before joining the Yellow Pages in Spring 2017, due to broken financial commitments and unethical behaviour. She had insider access and connections in the healthcare industry, and from the beginning, she leveraged those ties to benefit herself while positioning me as the face and spirit of the organization. Her general demeanor is quiet and nice, so me being direct so she would advise me not to act ghetto, or if I get out of hand i can speak to her husband who is a lawyer. She doesn't like conflict or confrontation, and that's why they operate so covertly because energy doesn't lie and they'll reveal their own "plans". 

2020: The Ritual Reset/Inverted Blackout "Awakening". In 2020, due to financial difficulty and pandemic-era instability, I made the decision to rejoin Spark as a sales manager. It felt like an opportunity to rebuild and reclaim, unaware that I was being walked through a symbolic and spiritual exhaustion ritual scripted around my own energy.

A two-year contract was drafted and signed, oddly timed the day before stimulus checks were released for the exact amount I had agreed to receive per month, and a slew of thank you bot messages. My previous employer also contacted her to discuss the details of the trafficking report.

Between January 1–14, 2020, an emergency preparedness event was held—not by me, but clearly influenced by the energy I once offered. The day after: The pandemic hit. My grandfather passed away the day after a conference in Israel. My grief was weaponized as a distraction while my family, story, and spiritual rights were sold. Former colleagues and others were competing for influence over my identity to claim insurance because of pardons, zodiacs, last names and just plain ego . 

My likeness was energetically transferred to others of Iranian descent, symbolizing a Romper Room-style continuation of ritual infantilization, gender erasure, and legacy theft. This wasn’t a mistake. It was planned. And I was the unwitting foundation.

Romper Room Reprogramming & Wonderland Games. Spark was turned into a Romper Room—a game show for the spiritually blind: The "conference" model was used to energetically mock my awareness. January 1-14 initiated it in Israel, and justified by the Jewish and Polish men in Toronto who were playing out war crime games with white European politicians, to trap and own others names who have creative talent and platforms.

"Baby oil" became a covert symbol for grooming, siphoning, and psychological warfare. I say this respectfully — Persian, Jewish, and Aryan networks collaborated behind the scenes to build a system of quiet replacement, leaving me exiled and energetically drained while they benefitted from what I seeded. #17again

On top of that, I was emotionally exhausted through a deliberate series of Wonderland-style mental games and cruel symbolic jokes. I endured: A series of eviction notices and economic instability. Emotional rollercoasters designed to discredit my character and test my resilience that lead to false allegations in connection to my housing that lead to the false eviction that they than celebrated in Wonderland and they initiated the Leviathan rollercoaster of emotions on Victoria Day weekend in 2020.

Live mockery, including a professional speaker publicly  mocking me as I host her webinar that, "If she’s drunk past midnight, she just lost her shoe," making light of both trauma and Cinderella-style symbolism tied to being replaced, dismissed, or discarded. They were playing in my energy. Using me to create legitimacy. Then discarding me with silence.

2020–2024: Surveillance, Rewriting & Replacement. Every blog, post, or idea I expressed was: Monitored, Extracted, Recycled into AI, branding strategies, and corporate templates as ownership or property over, so that I can't make money off of my own name and experience, so keep control of narratives.

Meta and Google positioned themselves as owners of my story by exploiting terms of use and public domain policies. Even conferences I didn’t attend began to reflect my language, tone, and themes. And still—I remained the one under suspicion. Branded too emotional. Too spiritual. Too everything.

2025: The Timeline Reveals Itself. Now the truth is undeniable. Spark was not just a business. It was a ritual launchpad used by global networks to: Initiate controlled "awakening". Hijack bloodlines under carbon tax games. Exhaust original creators and redistribute their identities to chosen proxies. They studied me. Replaced me. Mocked me. Branded me. And used Romper Room symbolism to infantilize my voice. But what they didn’t expect was that I would remember. And write it down.

Conclusion: Reclaiming Spark! Spark may have been hijacked, but I am not extinguished. This blog is not just a record. It is a ritual reversal. A timestamp. A Liblish entry in my divine archive. I see you now. All of you. And I reclaim every word, every event, every flame they tried to steal.

Let the record show: Spark began with me. And I will be the one to continue what they tried to rewrite. This is just one company that I am naming for public record, that is still operating off of my suppression and humiliation. They lied on my ROE to "act" as if I was there a longer amount of time to show no performance for 4 months under the telling of "we wanted to show she was still working". 

Again, this isnt paranoia, its pattern.