The Unforeseen Path:
From Business Venture to Personal Outlet
When I first embarked on this blogging journey years ago, it was with a clear vision. This project was conceived to support a firearm business, leveraging my keen interest in various web frameworks to tell a compelling brand story online. The goal was straightforward: a blog filled with informative articles and engaging content, all designed for search engine indexing and algorithmic visibility.
However, as life often does, it took an unexpected turn. My divorce wasn't just a personal upheaval; it marked the beginning of a profoundly challenging period. I went from owning a three-story home in Kennesaw to being lured into a trap in Blairsville, GA. Some days felt like an experiment in manipulation—using remnants of childhood abuse I experienced from my "guardians," who were some of the worst. It's difficult to explain, but the people who abused me as a child did so to serve the interests of groups that would follow me around Florida decades later.
The relationships I did have were often rooted in manipulation or control—trying to dictate who I was talking to or what I was doing. Looking back, I am single and unmarried because of their interference. Not that I am perfect or blameless in some of my relationships, but those fleeting moments—those special, unique connections with others—seemed to be thwarted by their interference. Who knows why? Jealousy and money were always significant motivating factors.
In April's case, her sister once told me that, after I was couch surfing in Cartersville—after leaving the home Henry and April were sleeping in, which I purchased after helping April out of debt—she believed they killed Orville. Orville was the man who tried to be a father figure to me, who married April, by doing so Orville was targetted by the gang April had joined in her teenage years and I was being targetted in my teenage and adult years, because of April and her involvement with the gang that subverted America. April and Henry worked together with the North Georgia gang to have me robbed and murdered, that's the person who claimed to be my birth mother and her remarry husband, Henry. After the divorce, April moved us to Kennesaw, the entire neighborhood was a grooming ring where I was being monitored and my friends heavily controlled, my teen years.
I found myself navigating a deeply personal storm—marked by abuse, the tragic loss of family members, and unsettling experiences. What was once a space intended for business quickly turned into an outlet for raw expression and personal reflection. It was supposed to be about providing an income, but everything got mixed up because of harassment and forced isolation—especially after I reported criminal, traitorous behavior aimed at exerting tyrannical control over society. This effort seems to be part of a larger scheme to monopolize the international sex trade in the digital era, where AI can sift through data faster than any analyst.
I did get arrested in Montgomery County, Alabama, by Military Police. The former Sheriff of Union County, Georgia—Mack Mason—used the internet and a government tool, a Governor’s Warrant from Georgia, to have me detained anywhere in the United States. This happened after I followed advice from my attorneys—one claiming to be a CIA lawyer, Janna Akinsfrom Blairsville, Georgia, and another young city attorney from Marietta, GA, Katie Leonard, who had experienced systemic abuse herself.
I was arrested, held in jail for a while, then subjected to gang stalking—trying to convince me to sign away my rights. I was eventually released into the watchful eyes of April and Henry, who continued spying on me. I was harassed at a machine shop, despite being a caring father to a young child, with the intent to harm me simply for caring—by white Americans.
Henry Saine, who flashed secret symbols and handshakes, and April and Elton Griffon—who had Orville arrested multiple times for DUIs—seemed to be part of a hidden game. Their actions led to a violent divorce, separation, and my status as a single parent. In my opinion, their goal was to provoke me into violence, possibly to harm America—specifically targeting the Second Amendment, veterans, and the military, which are core to American society.
America, with its multicultural fabric, remains significant because of the technological advancements created here—from military to civilian applications. AI has brought progress in sectors we’ve never even heard of. But it also raises questions: Who controls the levers of power?
So, where do I go from here? I am trying, though it’s a struggle. This isn’t the poorest I’ve ever been, but I have comforts that make complaints difficult. Still, those comforts don’t solve my core issues. I am reworking this website to focus on problem-solving—trying to make complicated things simple.
If you’re seeking consultation or employment opportunities, contact me. That’s what this website was originally about—before it became a platform for expression, depression, and reflection. While the views increase, it’s not the dopamine I seek, nor the recognition. It’s about lessons learned—some earned, some instigated, some outright fraud—revealed through honesty, even for those who wonder what happened.
I am not perfect. I made choices I was forced into, and I often wonder “what if.” I am working to avoid similar situations, seeking peaceful relationships instead of becoming someone’s experiment in harassment. I don’t mean to be rude when I seem upset—sometimes I just need to find a quiet place. That’s part of the abuse, right? I know I’m not alone.
Throughout my life, I had fake friends whose treatment of me may have ruined potential genuine connections. I ask for forgiveness if I need to apologize. They say overthinking causes problems without action, but I’ve taken action after much reflection. My living situation isn’t ideal; sometimes it felt filled with hate. I understand struggles with addiction and try not to judge others—until you experience it, it’s hard to understand. Even sugar, for example, is something we like after all.
Most of my best moments have been undermined by people—people like April, who made agreements with others, as far back as I can remember. Why? Because I was born in America? Because I was called Christian? Because I was circumcised? Or some other reason or experiment? I don’t know. But now, I’m focused on self-improvement, aware of decades of abuse and manipulation tied to my life and social security number.
It’s as if I was someone’s conquered foe long ago, trying simply to work, pay taxes, and live a decent life. Instead of heroics, I learned about traitors, blackmail schemes, and the darker side of society. Thankfully, I’ve done nothing too illegal. I regret that cellphone cameras and remote access exist—wish I could have done more, but I’m doing my best against people with enormous wealth, playing a dangerous game.
Navigating Personal Turmoil: Uncovering Allegations and the Gangstalking Experience
During this tumultuous time, my world became significantly more complex. On occasion, I experienced what many refer to as "gangstalking" – a deeply disturbing form of harassment, that has to cost time and money, that left me questioning my reality, relationships, and referring to some things as 'fake', although some of the real incidences were being filmed not matter which choices were made. This wasn't isolated; it often occurred after I had allegedly uncovered a laundry list of illegal crimes, treason in military terms and even involved a cast of characters. Let me be clear: I am not an official tasked with security or community protection, nor do I have access to investigative materials. My experiences, however, led to consequences since I was born in America in a society whose media teaches everyone what to buy and who to love or hate, but things I have experienced, including being sent to jail, added to terror watch lists, forced poverty, fake jobs, clients being targetted, and subjected to entrapment scenarios and other disappearing acts. These weren't mere coincidences; they felt like a concerted campaign.
Amidst this, there was also a deeply personal deception. I was made to believe I had a child with someone who wanted to have a child with me, and not murder the child or myself for brevities sake, they were using signs and dogwhistles the entire time. This painful manipulation extended to my own origins, where I was made to believe April was the type of mom who cared for the child she gave birth to, me or Amanda, but she was just married to a slob who was associated with the freemasonites and was abusing/manipulating me so decades later gangstalkers would have ways to harass me. The complexity of these personal betrayals intertwined with the larger societal issues I encountered.
Unraveling the Threads: Allegations of Voter Fraud, Human Trafficking, and Freemasonry
The alleged crimes I encountered touched upon incredibly serious issues: a "grooming ring," "voter fraud," and even a "potential murder for hire plot and harassment campaign organized by some branch of freemasonites (or someone using their dog-whistles) in and out of church, places of employment, attempted places of relaxation." These were not minor infractions but allegations of systemic wrongdoing, including "Human Trafficking and voter fraud," which painted a stark picture of an "illusion of democracy."
When I took these concerns to authorities, the response was not what one would expect after serving in the military or paying taxes. Instead of investigation of my allegations, I was added to a terror watch lists where my meta-data was tracked in real-time and fed to Sheriffs', I faced further harassment and was gangstalked across state lines forced into manipulated, abused, and poverty. This isolation, it seemed, was designed to compel me to blog about these very topics, with the "gangstalking" influencing the narrative. While I acknowledge some paranoia is natural under such duress, the core experiences were undeniable. This relentless pressure, coupled with a pervasive "rumor squad secret-handshaking in each county where my cell-phone pings," has unfortunately ruined what could have been meaningful relationships.
Historical Context: Freemasonry and its Echoes
The mention of "Freemasonry" and its alleged involvement in such schemes isn't new to historical discussions. It's a long-standing organization that has, throughout history, faced scrutiny and speculation. Even prominent figures like "George Washington" had documented correspondence regarding Freemasonry, notably receiving letters from GW Snyder about the society, as documented in historical archives. This historical context provides a fascinating, if sometimes unsettling, backdrop to contemporary allegations. What 'dad', Orville was photographed at a 'good ole' boy' party by his 'friend', Elton Griffon of Cedartown, GA, next to topless women. Elton was associated with the Fraternal Order of Police, or atleast, that was some of the symbolism he displayed after his son was killed in the Middle East as a contractor. I met some law enforcement varieties at their farm cook outs. But this was the man who would get Orville drunk at a bar then show him a good time most the time or tip off his friend in uniform to arrest Orville, easy DUI after he just fed him drinks while he drank water. Entrapment schemes. I faced the same thing with April, Henry, Mike & his friend, known as 'F' or Anthony. All centered around a neighborhood in Kennesaw. Dogwhistles.
The conversation around these entities often involves broader societal shifts, including echoes of historical movements. The term "Bolsheviks" for instance, refers to a political faction that played a pivotal role in Russian history, with some of its members migrating to the US decades before the "collapse." The intertwined history of such groups and their perceived influence adds layers of complexity to understanding the present challenges.
The Phoenix Effect: Why the Blog Needed a Clean Slate
Given the intense personal and societal narrative that had overtaken this platform, it became clear: this space, originally intended for a business, then turned into an outlet for deeply personal and sensitive issues, was becoming "not coherent anyways." It was "growing too fast" with content that, while born from genuine experience, lacked the structured focus I initially envisioned. I was being encouraged by gangstalked, people who were coached to be actors, to approach me and say keywords.
So, I made the difficult decision to perform "yet another clean up." The blog was cleared out. This wasn't an act of surrender, but one of necessary recalibration. It’s about taking control of the narrative, moving beyond the influences from sobreity, beer, wine, liquor, marijuana, whatever I was dosed with on a couple occasions, and some normal topics that inspired me to those that were gangstalked to influence topics, and rebuilding a platform that can serve its purpose more effectively.
Moving Forward: Rebuilding and Refocusing
This post marks a new chapter. It's a reintroduction, an explanation, I can not change the past, I wish there were some things that would of went differently and the meditation if I even had a choice in the matter, I know what I seek and not sure if I should share it since there has always been some effort to.. and a commitment to re-establishing this blog as a valuable resource. While the experiences detailed have been profound and challenging, they also highlight the importance of open dialogue and the persistent pursuit of truth. My aim is to channel these experiences into thoughtful, well-researched content that sheds light on complex issues, all while maintaining the integrity and clarity that an Expert strives for. I never intended any kind of personal life, I tried and expended my currency in effort to do it the legal, western law way, to the point I was homeless and still living in poverty at the time of this typing(12/28/25). It's been a mess, with the most recent news from their newspaper months ago, no surprise, just once you read it or get an update, you are not surprised. If you found this, it means some of the methods work, if you own a business or want to enhance your digital life or personal items, contact me. I will be as truthful as I can
Thank you for your understanding and for joining me on this refreshed journey. Let's explore the digital landscape, and the world it reflects, as people are connected like never before with technology that has been around for decades and we are learning about abuses of cameras and microphones, datastreams and email servers.