Lil’ Baby.

I was born ‘woke. Nothing to be proud about because it’s now trendy. Being born awake… is frightening. Children would see lollipops and superhero imaginary play friends… I would see MONSTERS. I would see monsters inside of people. The ugly truths they tried to hide. I wasn’t sophisticated or conniving enough to game my environment to my advantage. So my facial expressions would always get me into trouble. I would be distraught. My Spirit was… and still is… soft.

I come from a very, very, verrrrrrry Spiritual background. Full of Oracles, High Priestess Goddess Energy, Dark Magicians, and even a Practicing Voo Doo Priest who was The Villain to Our Legacy. All of it was mystical and confusing. I needed grounding. I searched for God. I listened intently to everything around me. The Asian side of my upbringing brought Catholicism into My Life. I followed instructions, got MySelf baptized, did 4 years Communion, then had My Confirmation at 13. All by MySelf.

My parents did not go to church. So I woke up 1 day in the 2nd grade and decided to walk to the end of town until I found The Church. I would get up every single Sunday after that. As I dressed myself, I would get butterflies. Father John was like a holy Santa Claus to me. I did this for 7 years. Never missed mass. I initiated my baptism late in life. You are to do it at birth, I fought to barter to have it done in 4th grade. I was very focused. The Church I attended was extremely stout in Its Structure and did not take short cuts. You study for a particular amount of years then progress to the next level. In the 4th grade I was ready for my 1st communion. EXCITEMENT!!! After that I was focused on Confirmation at 13. Which means you have right of passage in the Catholic Community. During 1st communion graduation, something occurred.

I was told by a nun that if I didn’t abide by every single rule… I was going straight to Hell. But then something in that… felt off. I was ruined on the inside but held it in and got to Confirmation 4 years later… but I felt empty. I couldn’t shake the idea that God might stop holding me down if I slipped and did something human.

I was offended.

So I left.

I didn’t leave God… I left The Organization of Religion… governed by Man. When my feelings got hurt, no matter how old I became, it was just like my facial expressions when I saw MONSTERS. An internal questioning coupled with disgust. I loved God, The Christ Jesus, and Beautiful Mother Mary. I even adopted Saints and Mother Teresa was my Confirmation Saint. They kept me company. So who was this mortal woman to tell my child heart that God could stop loving Me if I made a mistake? Wether I meant it or not. I was heart broken. 💔. It’s been a Journey ever since. My sister sent this photo of Us a while ago. My beautiful baby brother looks up at her like the superhero that she is. He was vegan as a baby and would crrrrrry when my parents would try to force him to eat meat. We wanted candy. He went out of his adorable baby way to make my mother scout this apple out of thin air for him. We were happy.

That is… until a MONSTER popped up.

My parents were young parents. My father figure had male friends that did drugs, played dominoes, drank 40s…. and once in a while….1 would creep in….a MONSTER.

I didn’t understand what that meant back then. Just knew I would get scared out of my mind. Like how come nobody else could see this monster… and what would happen if he got to me. They would tell me… “Miko, fix your face.” I wouldn’t. It was me, my true expressions, or death.

Life still funnily holds true. Smile, be popular, ignore the steel butterflies in my stomach & develop Crohns Disease because my intuition is constantly popping off the hook, or let the MONSTER know… I can still see you.

My Sister laughed and told me while everyone was always running around having fun, playing, being kids, I was always looking around stressed. Lol.

Life of a Hyper Super Sensitive Intuitive Empath.

I have gotten better at my facial expressions. I survived 20 years in The Entertainment Industry and never said a worrrrrrrd. I did what I was put here to do and when God said go…

I left.

Always me,

~T.

How to write this quickly…

Up top you might not know what you are looking at. It’s the very FIRST screenshot EVER posted to Social Media. It was accidental and on MySpace. In 2000s sometime. I became super popular on that site. I started to do all these crazy things that people just assumed were part of MySpace. They weren’t. I was BUILDING them! I thought everyone was building things. Everyone had access to the same back door… so I thought it was normal. People were pasting code they would find in conjunction to using the site. I was taking language and scrambling it… and INVENTING new everything. All the time 24/7. It fit to the point where MySpace Intel was actually communicating with me and sending me extra tools not open for public use if I got stuck on an equation or mathematical problem in the back. I still thought this was happening to everyone. I loved MySpace. It was OuterSpace. I was self taught and very absorbent. I eventually got scouted and a conference call was set up. I was using modeling pictures of MySelf to attract people like a website. So the owners did not think the person in the front was the one doing the coding. It was a huge conference call with very important people. They were actually quite rude and condescending on the phone. Not everyone… but this one particular person. Told me I had delusions of grandeur and NO WAY… could someone who looked like me… be that smart. They flew me to California to explain code and build a new widget. I had interns and was simultaneously assigned to an Industry gig. I didn’t know everything was 1 big… BUISNESS. I had a small seminar and explained marketing tools. 1 tool was a telecommunications application that became the TROLLING PROGRAM. That’s used on Twitter & YouTube to gangstalk people for political control. Not what it was intended to do! I built games… FarmVille is still considered the most played game in online Social Media history.

There were glitches in the deal. They were trying to pivot me outside of just tech stuff. I was slated to be VERY FAMOUS. But the details were sketchy and it was my first in person introduction to the inside. I didn’t like it. My handler for the project was Jared Leto’s manager. To become… my handler. The trip was murky after everything. Tech was not in the place it is now. Nobody knows all the exact details because I never talked about it fully. Not even to the Higher Ups. I came home, got jerked around on pay because the person in charge wanted… extra stuff. 🤮.

I was set to launch a new marketing strategy and pulled code.

I also left.

When I left… everybody else left. A month later the site died. They can say it was hacked or numbers blah blah blah… but people on the inside KNOW.

Fast Forward:

2017 I was approached by A Global Company. Details were released and a document was sent to me. Paperwork signed by Jeb Bush. Huh?!!! It was wild. But it kind of made everything else fall into place. I exited New York in 2010-11 by choice. For various reasons. Long after MySpace died. Since then it was like walking through the jungle pits of hell and I was always in some crazy ass life happening. One day I will take my time and write a full book. The document was some letter agreeing that I needed to be monitored and targeted for some reason. They couldn’t understand how I knew what I knew or the ability I possessed to predict trends or break existing ones. They thought it was insider trading or espionage of firms.

I’M INDEPENDENT.

So Jeb Bush’s signature was on the bottom. From 2011-2018 & presently… I was gang stalked, harassed, followed, put on a hit list, put on the BLACK MARKET…. and some other crazy shit. All documented.

Because they said it was MyFault that MySpace died. 😶.

Even tho they did not take the advice I gave them to stay alive. They wanted to infiltrate and take over Facebook. Facebook didn’t have the same legs as that current platform MySpace held. MySpace literally… ruled The World and everything coming from it. I heavily urged Them not to do that. I was adamant about Them finding ways to collaborate, not compete. I was watching patterns at the time. Every site I discovered or utilized and incorporated on MySpace was secretly getting bought, shut down, and html coding owned & quietly hoarded by 1 Invisible Unknown Entity- while nobody was paying attention. {🗣I WAS!!!🗣}

Sidebar…

*(Facebook Now Owns MySpace)

I didn’t understand digital politixxx at the time, but I did understand… MACHINE$.

They actually had the first seeds of Social Media Communism at play. I did not know that. I was never political.

2017 introduced Twilight Zone output. Some I am still recovering from. I worked on multi-million dollar projects and was ambushed out of all of them. The group has a name. That name hates President Trump. Once I started to exxxplore rabbit holes… I saw my first picture of Jeb Bush. When I tuned in and started getting educated on the fight, political wars, communism, etc… I cried. Anyone who is the enemy of my enemy deserves MyLoyalty.

The second picture of my legs is recent. Someone fed me a poisoned drink and I literally almost died. A Spiritualist walked over to me and put her hands on my legs as I was losing consciousness. She said… “I can see you. You’re dying. Who did this to You”. I said… , “ Them…”

I made it home and researched what she told me it looked like. It correlated to what happened with the drink and me getting sicker than humanly bearable right after.

It happens. I get targeted. The real life stories that happened in the past 3 years are so fucking disgusting I have to take weeks to meditate MySelf to a Peaceful ground and Pray God continues to hold Me tight.

None of this is fake. None of this is made up. None of this is delusions of grandeur . That’s what was told to me on the phone 15+ years ago. So I wonder if those same people realize that trigger phrase might be the base to a bigger war they keep ignoring.

God Sees All.

May the fall of The Cabal be real. May President Trump continue His Good Works.

It’s A Spiritual Battle.

Always was.

~T. Bea$ty

Me Vs. Them…

3 of these girls are owned by Cabal.

1 of these girls is free.

The free girl looks unpopular…

But the the bought girls worship Me.

Cult Cla$$ic. It’s not the Women. It’s the men who own the women. The Industry is made to move ideas and the ideas capture & control people. Nobody gets to a high number ba$e without… cost. The person who invented the numbers base, the other person who controls media output… and Me.

Unholy Trinity.

Trifecta of Trillion Dollar Industries.

Wedged in between The Joker & Penguin. Arranged and forced attempts at fixxxed marriages. I said…NO.

The 3 of Us- Unbeknownst to Me- have been entangled in a Deep Web of Competition for ideas for the past 17 years… except… I’m not competing, I don’t run out of ideas, and I don’t steal. I have been loyal to an Industry that’s more Mob than Moral, more Ritual than Righteous, more Lost than Loyal.

My Love of Art is Not for them… Its for Me.

Real life isn’t stranger than fiction. It’s just hidden. So when someone pops up to tell you the truth, the bad guys can keep their crimes hidden.

Outside Voice… 🤮

Sometimes I want to scroll through the neighborhood of fake media without constantly seeing unauthorized bits of MySelf. Nobody understands because Nobody is Me. The 2 who know are too obsessed, too angry, too inhumane, too backwards, too selfish, too greedy, too proud, too obligated, too Oathed, too scared, too blackmailed, too cornered, too gone… to care.

Inside Voice… 🤫

My Spiritual Right is to keep fighting for The Utmost Right to be here, create freely, Exist Without Unwarranted Harm… To Express My God Given Gifts. It’s bigger than a Whole Organization hunting You Down, Robbing Your Mind for any thought that invents ItSelf. It’s about Kidnap Attempts, Theft of Human Civil Rights, Abuse, Mental, Physical, Emotional, Commercial Torture, and SPIRITUAL RAPE at the highest level. It took me forever to get to this point. I have many more steps to take. The real version reads like a Steven King novel. It’s gross to think about, worse to talk about. I stopped blogging freely and create small, unintentional art… because I am heavily stalked and monitored. I am not delusional. I’m still regular. I’m still privately quiet. Still happy and loving… believe it or not. I have been tired of holding it all in. Hoping it would go away on Its own. But I defeat myself when I allow that to compromise my Peace and Purpose. I don’t see MySelf as a victim or a survivor . I see MySelf as HUMAN. I know MySelf as what God made me… Me.

It’s an ongoing trilogy of… THE BATTLE. A real life thing that is happening. To All of Us. Different scales, in different ways. It takes 5-20 of THEM… to pull off trying to even emulate 1 of Me.

No CAP. Just WAR.

And still I ri$e.

To be continued….

~T.

This looks random… it’s not.

I developed code 20 years ago on an outer space galactic planet…. called MySpace.

Remember that place? Part of the battle I’m currently in..is physical, mental, emotional, LEGAL, Spiritual.

No1 knew it at the time.. but it was a free 4 all dumping ground for new minds and free Souls to develop and hibernate… new code…

For.

Free.

I experimented A LOT. Knew nothing about the Internet or code. Like everything… self taught. This particular code I spent a month locating empty HTML skeletons and hubs across the Internet and on beta platforms. My plan was simple. Make MyPage have a centered column and have 2 layouts that looked like 1 floating over the other. It worked. Was very hard to figure out. The pictures inside of the video up top are the initial offerings I was sketching out. These were just optical illusion of the final product. They moved… but didn’t glide. Eventually I hot rodded codes that I happened upon, I dismantled and put back together to create language that worked. The finish product was awesome. The original script for this particular application has been sitting in a Digital Storage Unit for more than a decade. Just recently as I was scrolling the internet this new ad pops up… but the style is different. I recognize it’s movement. The bad guys are now rolling it out for new marketing. It’s sleek isn’t it? The story goes deeper. But I honestly hate truth telling.

Currently waiting out this war like everyone else on The Planet. I have a million more amazing ideas and thoughts of Art burning in MySoul.

I was made to build 👉🏼FANTA$IE$.👈🏼

To be continued…

🖖🏼❤️💫

•Infinite Possibilities.

• Finite Focus.

•Unstoppable Purpose.

❤️💫🙏🏼💫❤️.

#2021

This story is too long to get into.

She used to ask me for makeup advice on another social media platform 1000 years ago. Became an amazing mua youtuber . Reached out to ask if I was interested in a collaboration… then decided it was better to just hi jack my accessory images… keep copying me… then block me. Lol.

I posted a twitter picture years after not being public… she RAN and duplicated the look and began selling custom wigs. Now she has publicly been getting bad reviews on all her companies and is dying for storylines.

I’m sure when she said she will be getting some amazing new “memories”… she meant she will be pillaging my life. Any authentic Light Workers & Spiritualists viewing this… the acting is phenomenal. And yes… ushering out a centuries old demonic entity from your environment is as easy as air pushing it through your window from your Las Vegas home.. where evil is allergic. 😶. Lol. It was very entertaining. If anything, thank you Tyme. You paid me back in laughs. I replayed that scene… A LOT. 🤡

“🗣SEE YOUR WAY OUT! SEE YOUR WAY OUT! SEE YOUR WAY OUT!🗣”

I wonder if Tyme realizes.. Spirituality is nothing to fake or play with…🤔

People ask me why I don’t sue and why do I keep talking about it…

God makes me play the long game.

It’s A SPIRITUAL BATTLE.

To be continued…

Maybe Disney thought if They took out 1 “k” in the original spelling of my name… I wouldn’t notice.

Mmmmmmm…”k”.

She has a beauty mark in the same exact place as my actual birthmark above my lip. 😶.

I think Mickey has a crush on me.

Run me my mun’nayyyyyy.

Dear Disney,

You owe me a check.

~T… with 2 ks…. Beasty

🖖🏼💫🖖🏼

*(original picture: Sydney, Australia 2008. Cars2 character introduced: 2011.)

♠️.

Deeper Than Disney…

Delusions of Grandeur? Nah. Real life is not stranger than fiction. Fiction is the lipstick we put on when we are tired of wearing our masks.

Soooooo… lol. The Epic Twilight Zone Trilogy continues and the gap widens while it shrinks, simultaneously. It’s a constant 3D battle, 5D battle…Spiritual Battle. Looks innocent on the surface level until you begin to dig deeper. This is almost about her but past it…. the back end to this story is better than the front:

• 1 Mentally Repressed Karmic

• ill fated Soul Ties

• Lost Distorted Divine Masculines, who are not Divine…

&

• 1 Divine Feminine.

Find the episode on Hulu. It’s actually really good. If my generic stunt double sees it… she will recognize a lot of her personality traits being mocked by the original content creator. She’s finally famous! This story was told to me in person 1000s of times. The character voices… way before this relaunch of The Barbie Series.

“You can’t be a better Me!… Than Me!”

VERBATIM What I would say to this particular writer every single time we would have a fight about this issue. He has spent the last 15 years… RELENTLESSLY trying to separate all of my talents and personality traits and has been OBSESSIVELY FAILING at manufacturing fake versions of me throughout the entertainment business and regular world with whackwannabedelusionalasspsychoticbi-polarcodependentdrugaddictednotalenthavinglostinlifenotkindtopeoplenotbuiltforthisfollowingobsessivenoidentityass stand ins. Not just one… but MANY.

It’s …fkn …gross.

The super sad thing is I am super duper gracious in helping ANYONE who has a desire for true art & your talent has potential to be affective. I don’t see people as competition. I see artists as builders…who build TOGETHER. For The Greater Good of Humans. It’s dark people with no love for themselves and Humanity and desperate people cheating to be fake famous or recognized who use soulless motives to do whatever it takes to get ahead, be praised, who stay in dark matter for dysfunctional control.

I knew it was happening… I just didn’t understand the extreme details or the whys…until recently.

The Missing Link…

They kept her shortened name in the cartoon, the same name she used originally to mimic me, so people would confuse her with my work. Also my person is her old person who tried to turn her into me…who sells stories and makes deals… For Disney. 👽.

Not bashing her (Maybe/Maybe Not…) Bashing constant negative actions I have to deal with day to day on an endless quest just trying to find and reshape myself while zombies say they’re me… but can’t structure enough personal growth to be honest with themselves and tell the actual TRUTH.

It actually made me sad. My story wasn’t finished yet… was just looking for better, simpler ways to tell it.

Also-

For Red Pill Fans…

Research deeper news. CEO of Disney stepped down. The War is Real. The War is DEEP.

It’s Spiritual.

~T. Beasty

The Original

🙏🏼💫🙏🏼.

Original Star Trek/Matrixxx Vibes Here:

❤️.

Ima Template.

💫

🌹I want my flowers while I’m alive. If you don’t give them to me… I’ll take them. 👑

~T. Beasty

I had this vision that I wanted to be the Harriet Tubman in pop culture for Hip Hop… but instead of freeing black girls…. I would make ground for mixxxed girls. Somebody that was in the middle. To spread love equally on both sides.

I spent my entire life fighting to express art and stand up for art. When I started merging my dance life with design life… it afforded me the blessing of crossing paths with my heroes. The quiet icons behind the icons. The creative directors and the masterminds.

I met Barron in NY but not in person at first. I was in the midst of creating a body of work as an art statement:

👉🏼 Model Mayhem/TAMIKKO.

I was researching photographers who shot Hip Hop and not necessarily fashion. I wanted to express a lifestyle that represented more than just a shallow face flirting with an empty audience.Barron was well known in Industry Life. We corresponded via messages then finally settled on a shoot date. The Internet was not as savvy and fast as it is today . The information was limited and controlled. I discovered he was responsible for the Iconic Biggie Smalls photo. At the time the photo was not as well known in commercial markets. It was even less known at that time, that Barron was the mastermind. Not to take away credit. A decade ago the Internet was like a cave compared to the galaxy it is today. I thought Barron deserved to have rose petals thrown at his feet once I found out. We had long talks and Barron expressed his passsions for art and life. He was very anti- bullshit and has a true artist’s heart. An art rebel . I was fan girling over the fact that the Biggie Photo deserved to be on a stamp. Barron told me people would just use the image without contacting him and he wasn’t receiving royalties or had help to track down the business end. It was a different world a decade ago. I had a lot of friends who created amazing, iconic works and were being silenced or taken advantage of in the same ways. It always infuriated me. It still does. So this post and most of the posts here are ironic. I was establishing myself more on the creative side in New York at that time and was everywhere, in every genre. I was currently addicted to transferring David LaChappelle color theory into my Hip Hop based photo stories. Back then girls were still presenting standard beauty shots. I wanted to start bringing street tom boy edge to my style because that was my real personality before it became a trend. I made a barter with Barron. We test shot the things he liked if I could recreate the Biggie Shoot. I wanted to cross the idea over to pop. (It hadn’t happened at that time yet). I was always screaming my peer’s talents to the skies because I felt the whole world deserved to know their contributions. He was amazingingly attentive and detailed. He sat me in front of the light ring and was very particular with how he adjusted the crown. He told me he remembered the exact way he placed it on Biggie’s head. I sat there and then I got emotional. I cried. Not baller baby, but wet eyes. Hip Hop was a crazy thing to work in. As a model, dancer, mixxxed girl, creator, boundary pusher. Hip Hop was mean to EVERYONE. Especially the creators. I thought it was just me. Hip Hop was not celebrating the tellers of the stories and the magic they created. Rappers were getting killed and Angels were dying… (Aaliyah & Left Eye). I loved The Industry so much… I took it all very personally. Barron told me amazing personal details about his views on art and photography. We finished the shoot and I trekked my way back to the subway from his BK Studio. Outstanding brownstone by the way. Filled with Life and Historic Art. (Basquiat). I made a conscious decision to push this statement. I wanted to be like Isabella Blow and cross the information over. From Hip Hop to High Fashion watchers at that time…Barron deserved his flowers. The photo was legendary on its own, and so is Barron. I circulated my version religiously since 2010. It began to resurface in a commercial way and I believe Rolling Stones put it on an an anniversary issue some years after my shoot with Barron. Being in his presence, the honor of the shoot, and the backstory keeps me humble in the face of historic experiences.

A decade later… Now We Here.

I’m not saying this is all because of me… NOT AT ALL….. but I know for a FACT there are too many million dollar milestones circulating around my essence for all these things to be coincidences. I do not have delusions of grandeur or think I’m more important than I am. I think people should recognize truths and give people flowers while they are still here so they can put them in a vase and smell them in the morning. The fight doesn’t end just because I have been silent.

Each 1, Teach 1.

Dear Barron… Congratulations. I haven’t spoken to you in so long… but if they jipped you on that flip… call me…. I will come running with my Beasty Brass Knuckles & a baseball bat to beat the Industry up for you. It has a tendency to take our heroes for granted. Especially mixxxed females who just want to wear dope clothes and dance.

You owe me some roses. 🌹💫❤️.

~T.

The next time a fake spiritualist says they can channel God or God Source… make them prove it. Tell them to bend a rainbow.

Simple Truths.

When I walked away from my New York Life in dance & fashion … I needed a break and a serious Spiritual Over Haul. The people I worked and grew up with in The Industry still communicated. I still supplied ideas and information FREELY. Some people abused it. Some people didn’t. Some people lied. Some people were very, very honest, loyal, and righteous. When the world is boring or stuck I send messages. Sometimes it’s month long phone calls… sometimes it’s just a short tweet. After the success of The Puma Creeper… I was asked to sign on for a few projects in various directions in 2017. By The Powers that dictate to The Companies…. not the front faces for them. I was very happy to supply ideas. I admired Rihanna and her brand. I outlined treatments for videos that are still in negotiations to be produced. One idea was used for her first fashion show for Puma. It was supposed to be her in the woods surrounded by mirrors and some other details…

There is a lot of behind the scenes stuff that is changing. It’s been more like Star Warz than it has been a Cinderella fairytale story. This is not “outing” an industry. A lot of stuff happened. To help others heal I had to step back and heal MySelf but also allow MySelf to be healed.

I Am Made Of Pure Power. I Endlessly Create Things. Things That Impact Many.

I am not the only one.

This power always scared and embarrassed me. I loved the industry in all its glory more than myself at times. So I endured things that challenged my faithfulness to MySelf. It’s been a journey. I took a break but never actually took a break. I stopped being on the hunt to be in the front because my Soul began to Evolve. That doesn’t mean if you are in the front that is bad. It means my battle is my battle and that’s My Battle.

In my regular life I’m constantly being challenged and put down… because my ideals and wants are different. Some people cannot fathom a human can be ok with not needing constant attention or adulation. I was always in it for ART. I’m not dumb. I’m not crazy. I know my talents, my capabilities, and my success. I see fake bios & arrogant under developed attitudes/non existent work ethic on IG and think it’s gross. (“I’ve been in “The Game” for 15 years.”) Um… no. You have watched the VMAs consecutively from your couch since 2005 & contributed absolutely ZERO to the actual Industry… big difference. You can’t claim an industry that never claimed you. If your resume is not real…don’t post it. Have courage to go build it for real. Then build a better reality for those around You. I have done so many things that influenced and infiltrated pop culture that I still never speak about. But I also grew up watching pure geniuses make the world go round who rode their bikes instead of owning Mercedes Benzes and some who left million dollar deals to pursue love & quiet peace. Those are my heroes. I used to try and push them publicly to the front… but now I understand. And what is finally understood , no longer needs to be fought over or talked about.

If This Is Truly The Great Collective Awakening… and I was born awake… I cannot aid in fantasies that keep people asleep. No matter how beautiful The Dream. Even if that dream seemed like the only reason I was to be here. Not true. Not anymore. You can keep growing and changing and growing some more. We are Spiritual Beings agreeing to experience Earth in so many ways. Not just the way that is printed on the back of your cereal box.

I love everyone. Even people who chose to be my enemies. (And the Ironic thing … is every single one of my “enemies”… I helped tremendously in 1 way or another ~for free~ without asking for anything in return… 👀) Am I perfect? Hell no. But am I real? Most definitely YES. I lead how I was taught… and I am taught by The Absolute Best.

I still pray that even the most enslaved mind has the chance to taste Inner Peace & Spiritul Freedom.

Vanity is easy. I can go back and play a rigged game. But that game hurts people and tells them they are not worthy. Including those that seem to have the illusion of all that power.

I still have a lot of Life to Live and Art To Give. The Spiritual Reset means those who survive will be able to do what They were put here to do…& The Wicked Shall Perish On DOPE.

True Power is Self Love. Then Love For Mankind.

Red Pill ❤️? or Blue Pill💙?

I say BOTH. Purple is the color of Royalty.💜,

❤️~ T~❤️

#FightDemonsLoveHumans

Sometimes I see too much. I see a lot… for a LONG time… and say little. It may seem like I enjoy drama or putting people on blast, I don’t. I actually hate it. So imagine what I experience behind the scenes. A lot of people and companies take my ideas, steal them, use them out of context, that’s The Business. I get so much heat from people who don’t create so maybe cannot understand the wars I go through.

Just To Be.

I create ill shit. I want my flowers while I’m alive… because I don’t mind giving them. Grow a Nation of Respect. The World Is Currently being red pilled and that drug overdose is no joke. People in The True Industry are raised in a bubble with a strong hold that is not to be played with. I have always been loyal to certain aspects of it out of sheer Love & Respect.In the last decade+, I was shocked out of my reality a billion times over and over again when I decided to exxxpand away from it & truly learn myself. We Are Embroiled in A Spiritual Battle that’s deeper than pictures and creative ideas. To constantly over look things means I allow my complacency to dictate my integrity. How do you tell someone who doesn’t know they have a handler… that your handler has a handler… who handles them? In 2021 hopefully more truths come to light so these things are finally explained and people’s minds can be set free.

As a Collective, We all have been hurt and abused for many reasons. God has allowed me such deep Grace to grow and harness clarity and also… no matter how painful… to keep going. All my Spiritual Advisors have died or were silently killed. We live on a Pirate Planet where The Truth gets stifled for dollar bills and God Complexxes….Man’s insecurities & Ego. I want to have fun like everyone else. It sucks watching The Zombie Apocalypse all the time. Kindness is not weakness and certain silence is not ignorance. Do not disrespect me, do not copy me because you assume no one is looking, don’t underestimate me. Maybe I stepped down so You could have a place… and maybe I rejected certain jobs because it would have meant demolishing You and dismantling the table You eat off of.

•Sidebar: The handful of people who impact all industries the most intensely, who invent the true technology you use, music you listen to, fashion trends you wear…blue check marks your companies invest in… have no verified accounts or huge followings. They are too busy fighting the ongoing under currents of 5D War. Either for Mankind or Against It.

The Future Come’ith

~T 💫

CREATOR.

*(What makes this story more interesting… she used to dance for me when I had an entertainment firm in NY. I started producing my first design work publicly and she immediately left NY, moved to LA, stopped dancing… became a “designer” with an original design/concept of mine. Weird times. I still salute her. She was one of the only 1s I was rooting for … so I never called her out before. I encourage her to grow outside this current boxxx and push herself. Give flowers when they are due. If you didn’t know this, Tanaya, you are cool af just being YOU. Original Y.O.U. ❤️💫)