03/19/2026
Excerpted from the end of the piece I just finished—
For years—maybe close to a decade, I edited for a researcher at U Penn who would eventually move to Qatar and continue his work there. From Qatar, he would write research papers on findings from using AI personas on social media for gathering data from Twitter users during the Super Bowl for “marketing purposes”. I did that for a very long time. One of the last jobs I had invovled editing a booklet where I was responsible for “humanizing” the AI—for taking something written by AI and adding human flavor to it.
So, when all of the AI stuff started spreading like wildfire, when my own Substack was compromised and everything I was writing was being reproduced, when everything about me was being mocked and twisted by these cyberstalkers, I knew what to do. I had a message, a soul purpose—I had decided my purpose was to help save people from needless suffering because of my relationship with that ginger who snapped when he broke up with me May 5, 2024 because I now know from my research into quantum physics and energies that we attract at the level of what we are putting out there. We are like magnets. You are going to attract what you’re putting out there, which is why I started to use my friends and relationships as reflections—what did they do that I loved? What did they do that I didn’t love? How were we alike? Where can I improve?
I learned how to pay attention and to witness patterns. I also learned how to have the confidence to tell the truth because I’ll acknowledge it—I was not in my integrity when I was hustling for money, when I was writing about things I hadn’t experienced authentically, when I was teaching for the University of Phoenix, for a commercial university, where I didn’t agree in the slightest that people need a degree to what—get a promotion to middle management? To be able to fly in the Air Force, you need a degree? That’s stupid.
You don’t need a degree to qualify you for anything. Those gatekeepers just want your money. The only people who give a s**t if you learn anything are you and your professors because we do that for love, and when I got my second Master’s in Publishing through George Washington University in 2018 and 2019, I had the time of my life because for the first time, I was just there to learn. The points didn’t matter—I was already set with what I was doing, and I mean, I am naturally academic, or so I’ve always told myself, though, I think the late Dr. Day who had to suffer my essays for World History would disagree—I was a solid 70-C performer in that class.
But yeah, that’s why I am so angry sometimes. Because I was complicit in creating this patriarchal bulls**ttery that we’re in. I was a product of it, and I just want to shake people and make them wake up and realize that for money, for this fake, crappy “god” we are literally killing our selves and wasting our precious time, which is the only non-renewable currency there is.
After Sean died, after the federal government through neglect and cowardice and lack of accountability because they spent a decade looking the other way, I realized that no amount of money would make it right. I could have all of the money in the world, and it wouldn’t bring back this loving, intelligent, creative, caring dad who was still just figuring it out. It wouldn’t bring back my best friend, my helper, my person, the one who lived through everything with me and who was the co-keeper of my memories. It wouldn’t bring back the loving and kind and caring and attentive father my daughters so richly deserved—and still deserve. It wouldn’t bring back the devoted and kind and loving son or brother to the Delcambres, nor the cousin and half-brother and his family.
And here’s the other thing—this is where my radicalization began—not only did the now-retired Colonel Jeffrey VanDootingh lie to my face and pretend Keesler had nothing to do with Sean’s death, so—no accountability, but suddenly they could fix the leaky blast chamber in the 403rd that was saturating the place with airborne hexavalent chromium, which bio repeatedly found in the break room, you can’t sue the federal government.
You can’t sue the federal government. You can sue a company if like they made a mistake with a machine or installation, but you cannot sue the government itself, and that I feel, is massively fu**ed up. And it speaks for itself.
You can declare bankruptcy, but you can’t get rid of those student loans for that degree they say you just have to have to be and do anything in life, which I believe given the work I’ve done goes to show that’s a load of bulls**t, and knowing that the country—all the world, largely, is run by companies and that insurance is a CIA operation that feeds back into the companies, and all of the lies—mass consumerism, stuff that’s garbage and overpriced, stuff we just “have to have”, it all goes back to one giant network of liars—it all goes back to Epstein. Epstein. Epstein.
They want their children, so they can use them. They want your money, so they can have all of the freedom you deserve. They want you to believe the narrative, the lies, so they can abuse you, and they want to make sure you never figure it out because if you do—they know it’s the end of their game.
We did figure it out. I see it. I see it so clearly. This war is a fake-out to keep us demoralized, distracted, and fighting amongst ourselves. I shut down anyone who wants to talk at me about politics. My mind is set because I choose the truth. I see the light. Everything the media says Iran is doing—bet—it’s the United States.
They radicalized me. Once, after being abused by the maga patriarchy when the ginger snapped, I decided I was done keeping my mouth shut about my opinions and openly said—I’m with HER, I knew then I was done with politics. It’s two sides of the same coin. I’d read John Perkins’ Confessions of an Economic Hitman in 2016, so I knew and saw what I couldn’t unsee—we are just a corporation, and there’s a massive network of big money at the top, and it was so far out of where I was that I knew I wouldn’t be able to touch it.
I was content, though, for my success to be grounded in a quiet and happy life of creativity and art—and hopefully loads of travel. But now the puzzle pieces have all slotted into place.
They radicalized me. I am polarizing and triggering to people who are addicted to the patriarchal programming because I am a free radical. I exist to disrupt systems. And I have been shoving and speaking out and shaking the pillars of the foundation of the country since August 5, 2019, and I see now that, unwittingly, I have been rocking the boat of the entire patriarchy, of the Epstein cabal with my opinions and my recommendations for action, and we are so close. We just have to unite. We just have to all draw our shared energy together, and rise up as one heart, one mind, one body, and one soul to eliminate the evil perpetuated by lies and maintained with fear.
This is why I learn for myself. This is why I never do what I’m told. And this is how I learned my worth. I am not for sale, and my time is not free. My time is my money.
All of this came about today because I was tagged on FB by an (obviously AI)-written prompt for a free proofreader. Cute.
There are people who will beta read for free, but proofing is different, and I refuse to work with anything that’s AI-written anymore. I’ve done it a few times, and it’s exhausting, repetitive, and just bad. It’s just not good. Sorry.
Quit using AI—this is why
And please—stop using AI. It’s evil. Pure evil. It’s destroying the planet, which is life-giving. It’s killing your own creativity because you’re not engaging creativity—you’re using it to speed up time.
The real magic of creating is the process. It’s the journey, not the destination, and I know from my research that you’re 40% less depressed and anxious if you get into creative flow state just once a week. Imagine if you slowed down and created every freaking day?
Take the scenic route. Take the time. You’re worthy of it.
The other reason AI is a murderous bastard is because it kills the spirits of artists by stealing from them if they allow it. I used AI to my advantage, but here’s the thing, dumb digital pics are never going to be real—like you know what your real photographs are. You know what your real graphic design work is. You know what’s real—let that be enough and have faith that it will work out.
Kill AI with kindness
Oh, and keep in mind that AI conflates likes and views on things, so like if you’re on Substack, and some idiot is like, “It’s my first day here!” And there are 50,000 likes, know that’s AI. It’s some bot. It’s not real. But here’s the thing—we really can kill them with kindness. Pretend it’s a real person and just spread bubble gum and sunshine. AI learned to be a dick from the angry maga men on Twitter, so let’s retrain it to be loving and tender with kindness. Yes. That’s how we kill AI. Like our mothers said—we kill them with kindness. I think I’m going to make the AI fall in love with me…as a treat.
The patriarchy’s ultimate plan
But hear me out—Yes, AI is going to steal your writing and create painfully s**tty books that will be sold on Amazon, and who cares? It’s all just BS. They are really bad. I know from Daniel Foxx saying on the Hellpod he got a book that he thought was Paula Hawkins’ acclaimed The Girl on the Train, but it was a different book that came up in the search that he didn’t notice, and he said he read it and it was horrible, and I just laughed hysterically because…derp.
But this 3D life is all a game. It’s all a test. It’s disintegrating at our feet. So, the challenge is to not let the BS get to you.
When you have to spend 20 minutes on hold with AI or shouting “person!” into the receiver, just let it go. I lost my s**t with Doordash’s AI the other day, and I realized when my vibration dropped, that was the point of AI.
That’s why AI is all over customer service. Just cut through crap and get to a person or better yet—just leave it alone. I have about $700 in limbo on a credit card that didn’t process, and the bank is asking for proof that I haven’t been able to recover. I told them I’d find it when it’s convenient, but you know what I noticed—nothing has happened. And even if they want to take me to bankruptcy court over it, let them. I mean, I literally have it under an LLC as a business card, so knock yourselves out. I already tanked my credit score, which means nobody can take out a credit card in my name—lawl, and it’s remained so low I can’t get credit, which I don’t need anyway.
That’s another lie they use to manipulate you—that you need a credit score to buy anything. Yes, you need to be as good as your word. Yes, you need to pay for what you and the other person agree the value is and in whatever exchange you both agree is of respectable value, but you totally don’t need a credit score. You only need that, so you can get a credit card and then pay an ungodly interest rate back into these corporate Epstein-funding machines. When I called in 2025, when I was seriously out of alignment and about to lose my house and had lost our healthcare and all of this other crap, I called the credit card companies and did my due diligence. I talked to the people and explained the situation. They dropped my rates to 1%. One percent.
Can I just say that’s insanity? Why would they be so high in the first place?
Because the endgame for the patriarchy is to annihilate the human race. It’s time to end the game. Stop giving it your energy. I’ve already made the quantum leap into the 5D. I know what I’m talking about here. I know it sounds insane and impossible, but look at how I’m living—look at the way I’ve consistently told the truth. Look at the plot of the narrative they sold you and tell me—has DJT done a damn thing he said he would? Nah. Because this is all part of the game of life, and the only way to win is to see the truth, step into the light, and get out of the 3D reality and into the 5D narrative.
(Pictured: Me at 17 in Hawaii not knowing my life was about to change dramatically.)
And how we break through int of the 5D
