

Artist Statement
I'm sharing this to express the crazy stuff in my head and my concern for life.
During the time here in human form, People deserve to not be fucked around with by the ruling class.
I love America but I hate the dirty games getting played on people.
Dirty games on people's health.
Games with people's money.
And games on how people get to live freely.
How many promises get made to Americans every year? Isn't the cost of living generally supposed to get more affordable as a civilization advances? Where is this country headed behind all the promises that get made year after year?
Taxes on income. Taxes on spending. But the Pentagon fails audits with trillions of dollars missing..
These and other factions of the deepstate are creating problems that are honestly unnatural
Before presidents are elected, and after presidents leave office,the blackmailed deep state is selfish and twisted and it makes me angry as fuck they won't leave innocent people out of it. The 1% keep infringing on human rights year after year
Fires in Hawaii to steal land
Fires in the Palisades to steal land
Unnatural Viruses Covid19
Unnatural ingredients in the food and water
Unnatural synthetic medicine
Surveillance state euphemized as “national security”
Some people just choose to literally block out the bad info and just go on as usual.
Is there not a conspiracy out for peoples money, health, and free will? Conspiracy theories put aside: the inspirations and motives of the evil leaders are very occult dark magic and twisted up into “contracts via blackmail.”
I don't know how everybody collectively gets uplifted through government and policy anymore.
All I can see is turning to individual salvation through “God” because the evil 1% want The People under control- not under freedom, and not under God.
Ever since waking up to this around 2015, I just haven't been optimistic unless God is in the picture 🔮 In this world but not from it.
During the time here in human form, People deserve to not be fucked around with by the ruling class.
