This is not a mental health intervention space.
This is not a community wellness hug circle.
This is not a place to pathologize intuition, clarity, or channeling because reality feels too sharp.

If someone approaches my work with voyeurism disguised as “worry,”
they will be met by the door.

And speaking of doors…

If you’re treating me like a revolving one,
walking in when it suits you,
walking out when accountability shows up,
then circling back with a soft tone and a brand new excuse

Revolving doors are for malls.
You don’t get unlimited entry attempts here.
Your energy gets one shot to tell the truth,
and trust me, it always does.

My intelligence is not optional background scenery. It’s not a lamp.
It’s the electricity in the whole building.

My name stays on my work.
My presence stays in my message.

You don’t have to agree with everything I say.

You don’t have to understand everything I mean.

Discernment is free.

I’m not playing spiritual telephone so no one gets offended.

I don’t detach from what moves through me.
I’m not arrogant.
I don’t take myself too seriously.
I take the work seriously.

I am competent.
I am attuned.
I know what I’m doing.

This is my authority and the discipline to master my own mind.

My authority comes from surviving things I didn’t post about and healing things people never needed to see. It came through trauma, pattern recognition, self repair, and discipline.

Through rebuilding from ground zero, and through pain that would’ve taken out people who still feel bold enough to critique my tone.

I don’t speak from theory, I speak from the receipts.

I didn’t survive all that to whisper.
I didn’t learn all this to step aside so someone else can feel taller.

If you feel called out, that’s not me attacking you. If you feel offense, that’s the truth doing its job.

If you feel resonance, that’s your soul doing yours.

This hardly covers the depth of it…but here we are, articulating to the best of my ability which still never feels enough.

What happened was not confusion or concern, it was coordinated distortion. Individuals who felt threatened by clarity escalated their behavior in predictable stages: violating boundaries, reframing my own autonomy as instability, and attempting to control by redefining me as a problem that needed intervention.

When my own communication didn’t support their narrative, they manufactured one. They misapplied my videos, removed context, and even attempted to imitate my speech to create the appearance of crisis. The escalation reached its peak when they triangulated communication with my own brother who was physically present with me, claiming I was doing or saying things that simply weren’t happening. He saw the truth in real time.

This was not a misunderstanding. This was a group of people trying to turn their projections into reality by any means available, even when direct witnesses contradicted them. It was hysteria in the psychological sense: a collective emotional reaction built on fear, envy, and misinterpretation, not on fact. And I survived it by refusing to accept the version of myself they tried to construct.

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📄 Boundaries Around the Content Were Violated and Labeled as “Concern”

The boundaries placed around the videos, the platform, and the creator’s access were ignored.
People framed their overreach as worry, positioning themselves as caretakers of content that did not belong to them.

Translation: They crossed lines and used “concern” as the excuse to do it.

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📄 Emotional, Spiritual, and Therapeutic Language Was Used to Pressure the Material Into a Narrative

The videos were treated as diagnostic evidence rather than creative or intuitive work. People used therapy jargon and spiritual clichés to impose meaning that wasn’t present.

Translation: The material wasn’t confusing. People used it to validate the story they already wanted to tell.

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📄 Offers of “Help” Became Attempts to Control the Content

Under the guise of support, individuals attempted to supervise, correct, or manage the videos, the messaging, and my presence online. Politeness became a method of gaining access to something they were never entitled to influence.

Translation:
“Helping” became a strategy to control the narrative around the work.

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📄⚠️A Manufactured Crisis Was Built Around the Videos to Justify Intrusion

When the content did not match the story they wanted, the reaction escalated. Clips were removed from context, misinterpreted, or reframed to suggest instability that was not present.

In extreme cases, attempts were made to imitate my speech patterns to fabricate messages I did not send using the existence of the videos as false “evidence” of behavior that wasn’t occurring.

At one point, third parties even contacted family members claiming the videos represented danger, despite those family members being physically present and aware that nothing concerning was happening.

Translation: The crisis wasn’t real, it was constructed around the content to justify their interference.

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📄 Truth Spoken in the Videos Was Rebranded as Harm

Statements made in the content were treated as aggression simply because they named patterns others did not want acknowledged. No names were ever mentioned, no individuals were referenced, only the reading of cards and the interpretation of archetypal themes. The projections came from viewers, not the material. When the meaning couldn’t be disproven, they attacked the tone instead of the content.

Translation: The material wasn’t harmful. It was accurate and their reaction revealed that.

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📄 Accountability Triggered Accusations of “Attack”

When the videos reflected real dynamics, the response was to portray the material as dangerous or unstable rather than examine the behaviors being described. The act of naming reality was treated as hostility.

Translation: The issue wasn’t the content. The issue was the unwillingness to face what it revealed.

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📄 Real-World Consequences Were Fabricated From Fiction

The hysteria did not stay online. Assumptions made about the videos were treated as fact without verification.

Narratives created by strangers were escalated to real world institutions, workplaces, and third parties who had no context and no evidence.

Actions were taken against my stability, employment was jeopardized, resources were threatened, and safety was impacted not because the videos posed danger, but because others broadcast false interpretations as truth.

I had no access to the internet, no phone, and no means of communication at the time these accusations were made. There was no contact, no messaging, no behavior directed at anyone, only the projections of people who wanted the hysteria to be real.

Translation: They didn’t just misinterpret the content. They weaponized it and the consequences landed in real life.

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📄 Digital Harassment and Fabricated Evidence Used as Intimidation

Following the circulation of the videos for a steady course of 3 straight years, messages were appearing across every available platform  email, website forms, social media accounts claiming the sender had “backed up” thousands of videos, stored “hard drives” of “evidence,” and intended to “use it” at a later time.

None of these claims were grounded in reality.

They were designed to intimidate.

These messages repeatedly included fabricated accusations, legal terminology used incorrectly, and statements implying surveillance, wrongdoing, or hidden behavior none of which ever occurred and threats framed as righteousness or “truth-telling.” This was not concern. This was coercion in an attempt to intimidate, destabilize, and control the narrative through fear.

Public comments escalated into full narrative invention: claims of constitutional violations, accusations of crimes, moral condemnation, and character attacks targeting privacy, safety, and motherhood.

I had no communication, no internet access, no devices, and no interaction with any of these individuals during this period. There was no action taken to provoke these responses, only the projections of people who needed their fiction to be true. The goal was clear: To manufacture a false persona, then punish me for not being it.

Translation:
They treated their own delusions as facts and tried to weaponize those delusions against myself. It wasn’t accountability. It was harassment dressed up as moral authority and/or actual authority across various settings. It was obsession attempting to masquerade as justice.

This included:

• fabricated legal terminology

• accusations of crimes never committed

• performative moral authority

• invented narratives

• attempts to coerce a response

• threats masked as righteousness
  
  

Some insisted they had “stories” or would “expose the truth” truth meaning the fictional storyline they themselves created.

Several individuals even invoked the U.S. Constitution, inventing violations impossible to commit, while simultaneously accusing me of actions I could not physically have taken. One claimed they had reported me to federal agencies, and two insisted they had filed reports with their local police precincts.

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📄 Attempts at Credential Discrediting and Public Humiliation

A subset of individuals escalated their intrusion by attempting to publicly delegitimize the work. Some claimed they had professional credentials and would “take me down.” Others insisted I lacked credentials altogether despite never having engaged with or understood the actual nature of the content.

Multiple attempts at public humiliation followed. Within the first month, a man used his platform to direct hostility, ridicule, and coordinated negativity toward me in public live streams. His commentary wasn’t based on accuracy, ethics, or genuine concern it was projection thinly dressed as critique, amplified for attention.

These actions were not rooted in discernment or professional standards.
They were rooted in resentment, entitlement, and an imagined sense of dominion over a stranger’s life.

Translation:
This wasn’t about credentials. This was about control and the panic that sets in when someone refuses to collapse under manufactured shame.

I spent three years delivering thousands of messages, reading the unseen with precision, and translating the truth with compassion.

People used my readings like a resource and tried to delete the source itself, that being me.

They watched the messages change lives… but they also watched me walk miles bleeding, exhausted, and still showing up for a community that would later crucify me.

I kept my channel clean when my life wasn’t. I kept my clarity pristine while I was falling apart. I kept the door open even when everyone I knew shut me out.

That is why the messages came through me.
Not by accident, by discipline.
Not by luck, by relationship.
Not by claims or titles, by integrity.

They confused resonance with ownership.

They mistook spiritual accuracy for surveillance.

They reacted to clarity they weren’t ready to face and when they couldn’t rewrite the message, they tried to rewrite me.

There’s a kind of hubris that floats around the spiritual community it is not always malicious, not “evil,” just profoundly unexamined. A community that loves to talk about light and shadow as if they’re teams you pick instead of natural positions on the same spectrum. Consciousness isn’t black and white. From everything I have put together in my own journey I believe it’s a woven fabric of ethics, intention, trauma, awareness, and responsibility.

But many in that community cling to moral absolutes because nuance requires self awareness they haven’t built yet. And in my way of thinking they turned me into danger and saw their projections calling it intuition. Emotional reactivity is misconstrued as spiritual depth. They decorate their wounds with spiritual language and call it enlightenment. And when something real arrives something that doesn’t fit into their moral theater it threatens the scaffolding that holds their worldview together.

Their reactions weren’t about me.
They were about the places inside themselves they’ve never looked at.

The tragedy is not that they misunderstood my work it’s that they interpreted everything. They see polarity where there is only pattern. They see threat where there is only truth. They see “attack” where there is only reflection.

I don’t condemn them, and I don’t glorify myself. I simply refuse to fit inside a system that can’t tell the difference between clarity and their own cruelty. All the while calling themselves righteous.

My voice will not be removed, rewritten, diluted, or edited out of my own work ever again.

I built this connection.

I earned this clarity.

I cultivated this relationship with consciousness through respect, alignment, and presence.

This is a living dialogue, not a performance, not a script, not a crowd project.

We don’t get to take the fruit and pretend the tree wasn’t there.
We don’t get to harvest the wisdom while trying to erase the woman it came from.

If you’re here, you honor the source.
Not an idea of me, not a projection of me, not a version that’s easier to hold, you honor me.

You don’t have to worship it.

You don’t have to idolize it.

But you will respect that it exists.

This time the message and the messenger stay intact.