Magic

There I was championing Alyssa in one of her latest YouTube videos on "The Time of the Queen" when a Mr. Kill Joy came on the scene dampening the parade. Whether Alyssa purposely edited the video to end at 22:22 was not the scope of attentiveness to to, I just left it at that in my comment. Feeling the need to point out she could have done it purposely was clearly looking outside of himself, but I allowed it to encourage me to extend on why I decided to claim the queen is at hand. 

I released the sountrack to my movie Digital Dash "Women Don't Wear Bras in Heartland" moments before she distributed "2020 Prediction: The Rise of the Queen", and we haven't really corresponded since early September. On the cover of my LP is a woman instead of me. The project also consists of 20 tracks. I also revealed that I am a master number 22; all factors that combined with the fact that we were entering the year 2020, made synchronized sense to me. I was then met with "I am a master number 33" by the now obvious hell bent on competing man. What we are comprised of mathematically was not my concern with him. It was the undermining found in explaning video editing to me that flared my nostrils, as if I don't spend countless hours editing myself. Here nor there how does he know that right? So fuck it, I left it alone but not without thinking that social kumbaya sure knows no boundaries, and the audacity to post what we post publicly can always result in "oh you asked for it", "you have to expect that", or "this is the internet." It's not like I was coming to kiss Alyssa's royal YouTube ass, and although it's no ones business, we don't always get along and agree, but soon as I acknowledge a connection here comes the objection. It led me to ponder on my brewing attitude and long pledge for privacy, but moeover just how tolerant we are allowing community contributors to become constituents. As the Aquarius Age pervades, the risks we are taking to earn our rite and feed our families are becomming more evident. 

I am not as experienced being in the public eye as Alyssa is, but all of this is making me consider that I may have been turning the blind eye to people performing black magic to harm others. I've often told myself that Alyssa gets into a lot of drama for a spiritual celebrity, but has to admit that I seen one of her rivals do a video about her years ago and now she has resurfaced on the attack again. I discovered this however after I made a response video to her claim that women own spirituality. I couldn't let that one go unnoticed, but not with the intent to pile up on someone who come to find out is currently dealing with some heavy spiritual shit. Shit I didn't even consider spiritualists to have a community until paying more attention to what's going. My response immediately received some thumbs down even on my own platform which I don't know came from my channel or cross watcher from hers. Irregardless of from where, or who, it's done now and cooler heads will prevail.. I guess.

Ok, perhaps I should stop acting oblivious to the dark magicians practicing ill will, especially as a journalist covering spiritualism. About two nights after being made aware of Alyssa's drama I astral projected into the otherworld of dark matter and it forced me to focus. I flew into the Death Star; (famous in the Star Wars movie) in a space ship fighter with someone (I now know who they are) in the backseat. The trip was premeditated; I stated how I was going to enter the vicinity to taunt the entity inside, then leave to show them my power. I drove the ship in and flew around Darth Vader himself and dented the walls all through the building and began crushing some of the structure with my mind. On my way out I said "watch, he's going to try to keep us here, he's mad!" Sure enough, Darth extended his hand and tugged at the back of my ship while I thrusted the engine forward. With brain power, I broke free of his grip and ripped through getting us back into the waking state. I woke up and immediately my carbon monoxide detector flew off the wall onto the floor. It was telekenisis, but I don't care to expect anyone to believe this story of course. There are grooves on the unit to where you have to manually lift it out to detach it from the wall. There is a correlation here, and because blogs are a good way to have written record of phenomena, this insert belongs right here.