The Fabric They Tug At For Puppeted Performances

The wars may have ended on paper, but the beneficiaries never left. The same hands that pulled the strings in World Wars I and II now pull levers through financial systems, healthcare, government, education, and tech — not to build, but to redirect what was already ours into a controlled feedback loop they profit from. To keep us paying back their debt, and siphoning from what's done in spirit to ride off those coattails and benefit off of the manifestation of those "good works", while cloaked like a superhero covering up misdeeds for the Justice system.

The same entities that funded global wars now bankroll the very countries we’re told are sovereign. They didn’t disappear — they just changed uniforms. From generals to bankers. From monarchs to ministers. From warfare to welfare, and somehow, I’m the problem for naming it? Because I noticed that debt, taxes, pharmaceuticals, even “emergency” policies were not created to save us — but to reroute what we planned, repackage it, and hand it back as if it’s a favor. They call it aid. I call it laundering. They call it governance..I call it a global costume party with stolen scripts and repurposed downloads. 

Let’s be clear: I wasn’t just working — I was producing spiritual wealth under surveillance. They made it look like my success was a reflection of their infrastructure. Like I was only able to shine because they had the money and business model to “allow it.” But the truth is, I brought the light — they just arranged the stage lighting around it to benefit.

In reality, my voice was being siphoned, possibly even kept on payroll just to mimic, redirect, or clip for use in a different conversation. Out of context. Out of integrity. But always in their favor — especially for psychological influence over children and unconscious buyers. That’s the deeper war they won’t talk about: subconscious control disguised as empowerment. When I wasn’t performing? The game shifted. They’d create tension. Keep me “just surviving.” Not so I’d fail — but so I’d exhaust myself, quit, and hand off my legacy to someone more “marketable.” Because if I’m still “in the suit” — fully identified, intact, and verified — then no one else can wear it. So the game became: delay my I.D., block my validation, and play dress-up with my essence while calling it diversity. Still — they call it opportunity.

This isn’t just a workplace pattern. It’s systematic. It’s embedded in how governments like Ontario handle identity, ODSP, and “performance.” They benefit from keeping the original source misnamed, mistimed, and misplaced. Because if I get my name back, the game breaks. They can't compete for an identity to give themselves energy. That’s where ghey miscalculated because I’ve always been in my own seat — my own suit, my own driver's car, my own destiny. There was never a vacancy. No role to audition for. That’s why they worked so hard to distract me — to distort my awareness, to delay my recognition. Because once I’m fully aware, in the seat, in the suit, and in the story — their “new version” doesn’t hold up.

The system needed me to appear lost, stagnant, or replaceable… So they could introduce “new appearances" talent,” “new leadership,” or “new ideas” that were really repackaged pieces of me. Not inspired — lifted. Studied in the dark to mock on platforms to program predictions in the dark, to compete with natural light. Not supported — recast. Now they’re nervous, because the real driver never gave up the wheel — they just stopped playing bumper cars with imposters.

They mocked us in commercials. Whispered our ideas back in boardrooms. Used educational passports to gatekeep access to what we knew intuitively. And now they expect us to pay back debts made in our name, while they cash out using our lineage like collateral. Let’s be clear: this isn’t accidental. It’s ancestral displacement repackaged as economic structure.

And it’s not just about one country — it’s about a continent-wide rerouting of birthrights sold, traded, and branded as progress. But what they didn’t plan for was the return of the original narrators. 

My Thoughts on Meta-Fables and Manufactured Morality? Now they play meta-fable with my life — retelling my story on their terms, regardless of my decisions. Because if I expose it? I’m accused of being bitter, paranoid, or disruptive. I get framed as a problem to society. But if I stay silent? That silence is interpreted as consent, and they feel entitled to continue. This is the gaslight loop. 

They made our legacy their business plan. And the checkout line never closes. And the final insult? Their version of "payback" is siphoning our spiritual and generational wealth to restore global balance — not justice. To make sure British royals and elite colonial lineages get a "get-out-of-debt-free" card, while appearing reborn as new-age Moors post-Black Plague.

They keep up appearances. Develop new systems to power themselves without asking permission. And embed carbon tax rituals and health passports as payment plans, disguised as progress. All while knowing they’re still feeding off me. Off us.

And then, they gaslight me for calling it out. Because they’ve cloaked themselves in my energy so well — with ill intent — they project their crimes back onto me. They script the sabotage, steal the light, sell the parts, and leave me labeled as unstable or bitter for reacting to the theft. But that projection is their final confession. We’re not just writing — we’re remembering.

They even acted like I wasn’t performing — not because I wasn’t doing the work, but because my performance threatened the comfort of someone more senior. They needed a reason to criticize, to retaliate, or to reframe my presence as a problem instead of an asset. Especially if I had corrected them or mirrored something their ego couldn’t handle.

So they used their positions to distort timelines, inflate how long I had been there, or underreport performance to create a fog around my value. It wasn’t about truth. It was about territory. And how to protect their own narratives at my expense.

All in fear of me releasing the full story — one they played a part in but didn’t want accountability for. Until underground "demons" enticed and provoked the truth to rise, and then they joined in from the sidelines, bragging in plain sight. Not about resolution, but about renarration — inserting lookalikes into my story and staging celebrities to appear as if they were being protected. But they weren’t protecting them — they just wanted clout from them.

And the platform to pretend they were the heroes of a story they tried to erase. They'd act like I wasnt performing in order to fulfill a top reps insecurity, or have to criticize me about because I corrected something in their own ego so they need to retaliate using their platforms or positions in the companies...thats why they'd even say I worked there longer than I did to try and show little to no performance on my record of employment.

It’s a game designed to trap not just me, but the bloodlines I come from. No recognition. No restoration. Just recycled trauma and rerouted credit.

Here’s the irony: I was the model they learned from. The one they studied. The blueprint they copied. Then they turned around and made me their personal project to fix — after carefully engineering sabotage to justify it. They wanted to "help" me recover from the very damage they scripted. Even then, they offer refund-like apologies in the form of ‘credits’ — not to restore what was lost, but to ensure you stay locked into their system. Like a site that gives you refund points you can only use if you buy more. But not toward faster shipping. Not toward full compensation. Just enough to keep you cycling.

During shutdowns, "fact-checkers" aligned with narratives built on my silenced truths, so when I finally speak through AI (like ChatGPT), they label it intelligence only because I never graduated their rigged schools. They played games with my life for their outcomes, blamed my family, and now study me for free — while parading as thought leaders and banking moguls.

Ironic how the ones who never paid in truth claim the power to decide what economies deserve to rise. Then when I asked questions — because their confusion was intentional — I was told it “wasn’t meant for me” or accused of “stealing.” Wild how omission becomes ownership when you’re the original and they’re just playing keep-away with. Because if they actually wanted what they preach about for clout, they'd address it because thats the purpose of government...not to destroy and displace for organized crime, but to govern.