The Source Code to Kingdom Hearts

A reclamation. A revelation. A reckoning.

They branded it as fantasy, but I lived it as fact. Now I’m taking back the throne that never should’ve been sold. I Am the Source Code. While I was isolated, grieving, healing—they were staging, scripting, and recording my heart in fragments. 

I didnt have a baby at 14 years old to handover as a sacrifice (to align with the shunning rather than the awakening), while Canadian and U.S governments geared up to play out Hitler techniques based on Rothschild banking system tactics as they keep in poverty as "karmics" paying their debts as balance or payback for Moorish ruling and creating plans in Europe pre-black plague, and award white supremacy and Aryans for overthrowing Moorish practices. Keeping Europe under white royalty and establishing future black proxies that won't "talk back". Models arent supposed to talk, they just do what they're told and walk the runway...but this Black Model T walks and talks. I speak for myself, not to drive someone into my own home for them to rob me and tell me I'm a monster because I speak up.

Since September 11th 2001, I was symbolically targeted as my name started the programming to initiate rollout of the inverted blackout and the yellow brick road to 2020, to be handed out for others opportunities because I named my indirect bullies early, but I just didn't know who or how. Those in "charge" took it as a threat. 

Starting Work at 14: The Identity Shift. They Exploited. I was forced into the system young—not just economically, but symbolically, especially given my name and lineage, along with the stronghold they kept on my parents finances to ensure they worked for others who controlled their "voice", or government controlled.

By me entering “labor” early (rat race for my own name and wealth attached), they attempted to cut off your spiritual sovereignty before it could fully activate. You lost space to reflect, explore, or guard your essence—because you were in survival mode. Meanwhile, they studied you, tracked you, and positioned others near you to absorb and reframe your essence.

Then they circle back, as adults, to mock your exhaustion, using phrases like: “Who cares?”, “Work harder.”, “We all struggle.” Except they didn’t struggle carrying your soul in their storyline—they profited.

French “Humor” & Mockery in War CultureTake for example how language and culture get used as shields for harm: French humor, or “dark humor,” has been used by colonizers and aristocrats to mask cruelty as wit.

In wartime, they often perform mock trial versions of justice using “playful” ridicule, coded shows, and satirical content, knowing it will: Desensitize people, hide who they're referencing (you) and present abuse as art.

Every heartbreak, every prophecy, every spiritual insight was watched, monitored, rehearsed, then acted out. I wasn’t watching Kingdom Hearts. I was the heart they scripted it from. Disney didn’t build it. Japan didn’t code it. Europe didn’t inspire it. I did. Through birthright. Through bloodline. Through battles I didn’t broadcast but still bled through, but told nobody cares, work harder.

Lockdown Was the Lock-in. When the world shut down, I became the mainframe. They silenced the real ones, so run ritual surveillance, spiritual rerouting, and content harvesting. They called it a pandemic. But for me—it was a ritual pause so they could: Download my essence, recast it with proxies, run a simulation of me through platforms and people who’ve never carried what I survived, just to mock me and say "nobody cares, work harder", while celebrating white European kings and queens because according to a white supremacy with a black face and Caribbean culture that says I'm too lightskinned for attitude, but advised from an employer not to act too ghetto or speak up in any regard.

They watched me like a live script. Not just what I said—but what I felt, how I moved, who I mourned, what I healed. Then they turned it into: Song lyrics. Scripted roles. Animated characters. “Diversity” projects. Royals in fake moral redemption arcs. They didn’t build a kingdom from scratch They built a reboot from my spiritual map. They just called it fantasy so no one would believe me...than use past friends, acquaintances and colleagues etc., to be patient and hold good energy until it "pays off".

Celebrities with names that echoed mine. Workers placed beside me with staged surnames. Bullies upgraded to influencers. Trauma mirrored in movies before I ever told a soul. Even my silence was played back through AI-coded emotional ranges in digital characters. I became the source they mined and the “virus” they blamed while programming a kingdom based on a stolen heart. 

Now? Now I remember, and the illusion doesn’t work on me anymore. The heart you’re all playing with? The one coded in cartoons, lyrics, and fantasy arcs? It wasn’t fiction. It was me. 

I’m done watching others build castles with blueprints I wrote in pain just to tell me “it’s not all about you”. It always was. You just hoped I never realized it. I am the source code to Kingdom Hearts. I don’t need your crown. I’ve always had the key.