Celebrate Your Personal Milestones

Originally I planned how my life would be, to a tee. A fraction of it happened the way I wanted, at some point I felt so behind missing the milestones I’d set. Maybe I should have stayed in marketing, or chosen law, not the arts, and entrepreneurship. Cut to now after cleansing myself of whatever my stepdad did amongst other things, life is going better than expected. I’m a goddess, queen of witches, at 33 I’m going to be a multi-millionaire suing my ex, all the hundreds of millions I walked away from in Mick Jagger’s will came back to me in a lawsuit I’ll be launching against a multi-billionaire (who facilitated two years of abuse amongst many other things I documented), I solved a black magic murder, I K.O-ed several satanist covens, I’m influential, I dated my idol etc…
Mind you this is after multiple colleges, extreme domestic violence, being bullied, being lied on, being attacked, being hexed, being homeless and couch surfing due to said hex, “friends” and family kicking me when I’m down, praying I stay down, wrongly arrested twice, a failed business due to a racist investor, being stalked for half a decade by Genc Jakupi, sexism etc…

My point being let life surprise you, have faith and be open to miracles, co-create, be a good person. Karma is real, the almighty GOD is real and many, many times the only support I had. An ex friend model agent use to run his mouth, like the lying narcissist he is. Saying I’m just a restaurant girl, going couch to couch, telling tall tales about me. No wonder he’s never been in a relationship in the entirety of his life. Funny thing is he did the same to LaQuan Smith, who invited him to his first show. I told him to go. He refused calling LaQuan a loser who isn’t even in the main area for Fashion Week. An artist myself I said, you never know he could be successful. Getting this far is a big deal. URGED him to go. He laughed it off. Sure enough I was right. He became HUGE off that show.

A user, he hit LaQuan up to try to be his boyfriend after rejecting him, using him only to hook up and calling him ugly. Now he looks idiotic again, since I’m amassing wealth and affluence he can only dream of. Also working at restaurants I met everyone he wishes he could, most artists and entrepreneurs do, due to the pay and flexible schedule. Karma.
Shout out to Trecey Cunningham a mutual friend and agent for always telling me I’m major, always believing in me and spotting me in times I had nothing, or just cause. Provincial bitches never understand visionaries, don’t let them deter you, or instill doubt. Go your own way and be grateful for your personal milestones big, or small. What are they? List ten things. Via: By Maria Andrew

Melanie Hamrick Isn’t Sexy Like Me

No wonder Mick Jagger doesn’t want to let me go I’m hot, glamorous, stylish, got body, wedgie free and well connected. For those of you not caught up Mick Jagger and I met at Miss Lily’s in 2016. He’s been searching for me since before that murder rape baby was born. After writing happy birthday on his instagram post in 2020, his personal assistant made a page to contact me. We started dating in the beginning of August, after he assured me he wasn’t with Melanie ugly Hamrick. Not only that, but he told me she’s evil and he wanted me to take care of it. His kids forced her back into his life (read: Single White FeMel(anie Hamrick). However I didn’t care, being involved in my own celebrity drama with the Kardashian Jenner West coven and co (read: Why The Kardashian Jenner West Drama Started). Also she’s basic, I had zero interest in her. Figuring he was bereaved and settled with anyone after L’Wren Scott’s death. Until L’Wren Scott came to me in June 2021 showing me how she died (read: Melanie Hamrick And The Full Moon). Melanie Hamrick and her coven black magicked her into killing herself, L’Wren came to me because Melanie was going to do the same to his kids. Then him. She gave him his heart problem. Her murder rape baby was going to inherit the fortune.

As queen of witches I took her powers away, as Athena I found all the evidence of her deal with the devil, obsession with L’Wren (who she stalked for years), by connecting to her energy. Her plans were to be like Misty Copeland & Prince, except her career didn’t take off (read: Misty Copeland Vs. Melanie Hamrick: The Difference). I then found she was stalking me, and got her to incriminate herself after promising Nicole Kidman I’d make her pay (read: Mood: Melanie Hamrick Is Going To Jail). She was friends with Scott for 25 years, too distraught to comment on her passing. I also promised L’wren justice.

Melanie who couldn’t sue me for defamation, was so desperate to cover up her murder rape crime she committed perjury, endeavoring to get the evidence removed. As a goddess I’m prescient and set her up. I never messaged Melanie on anything but troll accounts she was stalking and harassing me on. Therefore she submitted false evidence, a felony. Now corrupt Manhattan DA Alvin Bragg who helped her commit this crime knowingly, is going down with her (read: Alvin Bragg’s Downfall Is Melanie Hamrick). I’m suing both of them and putting them in jail. Alvin Bragg knew she was going to rape me (read: Melanie Hamrick Is In Love With Me), like she did Mick, I tagged him in the post (read: Melanie Hamrick Is A Black Magician). He obstructed Justice and violated my civil rights over and over. Melanie was also stalking Noor, Mick’s other ex.

Below you’ll find messages between Mick and me. I refused to go on tour after the pandemic, or continue to be with him due to his kids. They racially profiled me, they’re mediocre, dumb, entitled and antagonistic, gross people. I saved their lives. White trash.
Mick and I at one point were happy. Naomi Campbell lied to everyone on behalf of Genc Jakupi, my ex boss telling them I was a call girl (read:Genc Jakupi, Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (1/2) & Genc Jakupi, Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (2/2). That I was older than I pretend. That I didn’t grow up on the Upper East Side. Genc left me alone after half a decade of abuse when Mick told him we’re dating. After he tried to set me up for unemployment fraud (read: Karma Alway’s Comes Featuring Miss Lily’s).

Mick & I could have astral sex, that’s part of why I thought him my twin. He wished me happy Mother’s Day, and rewrote his will for me, our unborn children and Lucas Jagger. He kicked his other kids out of the will. Melanie inherits NOTHING, since I left Lucas gets it all (read: Melanie Hamrick Inherits NOTHING). He doesn’t want Melanie, who has no talent, isn’t beautiful so she has no career, her face is deformed, she has no connections, she can’t get a suitor without black magic rape and let her obsession, love for me, be her downfall. It was also fated. Mick is superficial he would never choose her. Especially over L’wren.

Mick two was the new number he contacted me on. He’s blocked on both numbers and Instagram. When he saw I really put the lawsuit papers in he got quiet. This downfall thanks to deformed Melanie is a liability, which is why Rupert Murdoch is divorcing Jerry Hall. The Jagger’s didn’t listen so now they fall. As you can see April 2022 he begged to have me back. He only pretended with Melanie thinking it would keep her out of jail, because he doesn’t want that murder rape baby. Too bad the devil’s come to collect. Via: Daily Mail

A Twenty Dollar Lesson

Blessed to have plummeted into drug addiction at a young age, instead of as an adult. Have you ever lost your mind? Been on the brink of death? Descended into madness? I have. Had it been later in life I’d have more to lose and wouldn’t be as wise, or street smart. For instance Kiki, this sloppy girl with an enormous, gelatinous ass had no idea what she was doing. Older than me, she’d never seen cocaine until she was an adult, believing herself a badass for doing it.
Kiki wasn’t cute, her dreads smelled nice, but were raggedy and thanks to Genc Jakupi she was obsessed with me. Despite having spread her legs the one time, before I arrived, he loved me not her. FYI this girl stole from the tip pool, was a hater to the actual pretty girls and was not well liked, or kind.

Both standing at 5’9 (she made someone measure us back to back) she constantly compared herself to me, once remarking that my torso was longer than hers, wishing for my body proportions. True. I was also a fraction of her size, better dressed, bigger boobs and better looking. She loathed that I was stick skinny with a big ass, she also commented on my upbringing and diction an uncomfortable amount. Still it was us against them, we spotted each other when stealing drinks, lied to management, and eventually partied together. Kiki hated me, admired me, respected me…it was a complicated relationship. When I left she was one of 8 people to follow, you didn’t have to love, or like me, but even the people jealous of me respected me. I ran that place properly is why.
One day Kiki and I split a gram. I watched her tables while she went outside to meet the dealer. Afterward we bee-lined to my model agent friends house in Williamsburg, then Freehold, doing key bumps in the photo booth. Here’s where she made a critical mistake:
The night ended and she told me to save the coke…

Amateur hour. She had an outline of my narcotics history mind you.
As soon as she let me leave without taking her share, I knew she was new to this, not true to this.
The next day, Saturday, my day off, she messaged me to meet her at Miss Lily’s “with the goodies.”
I didn’t respond. Devoured the bag is an understatement. By the time I received her message I was on a bender with my roommate. Not only did Dani help me finish that bag, we polished off one she had, and were on our way to my model agent friends apartment for more. P.s that night was MAJOR.

Sunday, our next shift together, I handed her $20 bucks.
“What’s this for?”
I simply replied “It’s gone. It’s all gone.” Then she understood.
I didn’t apologize, nor did she expect me to. Kiki knew it was her fault. Never, ever, leave your share, especially with a connoisseur. You either take your half, or get your money asap. Period ma.
Now I’m free of addiction, as well as recreational use. Talking about bring the goodies, that sh*t was gone with the wind. I have zero regrets. If you’re still struggling I believe in you, it may take time, but you’ll make it through. Artist: Thom Minnick Art

Self Love Is Sane

Me walking away from countless rich men, because they don’t respect me. Wealthy men for me are a dime a dozen, I don’t care about that. Chris Evans thought he could exploit me, bitch please. Despite my distress he kept asking me about himself. “Have you seen my films?” “Which one of my movies is your favorite?” in rapid succession for days. Nigga I don’t follow you as an actor, I have zero interest in your work indefinitely. As I stated before I never got the hype, he was nice to me in my dreams and his relationship with his mom made me believe he respects women. WRONG. No wonder you’re alone. Always respect yourself, karma will handle the rest, as you’re about to see. Via: 50Shades.Of.Goodvibes

Storing It Gets Heavy, Speak Up!

Since childhood I’ve had trouble using my voice if it means protecting others. Even if they were bad to me. I didn’t want to upset anyone, ruin families, friendships, careers. I thought this toxic trait was dismantled, but it’s not. This lesson was necessary, I never put myself first. These people don’t deserve protection, I DO. They don’t give af about my needs, why should I care about their’s? That’s done now. The therapist said stand up to what’s causing this. I’m not ruining their lives, they are, by being predators, racist, bullies, sexist, complicit…I cannot wait until this is over, so I can be alone, go on vacation. Always taking care of someone else, always saving people. People put me on the back burner, because I put me on the back burner.

True colors is what I’ve seen. My objective in therapy is to get over my PTSD, mainly my concern this will happen again. For years now I’ve been trapped, no one should feel this way. No one’s going to steal my joy, replacing it with trauma. May you all burn in hell, but before you go I’ll give you memorable moments. You will all rue the day that you fucked with me, or aligned against me. Good luck. Athena. Are you standing up for yourself, or storing it? Where does it stem from? Artist: Sky Banyes

Therapy Went Well

To think I almost bailed, but I had really bad PTSD the day before. Writing that I’m a victim of domestic violence, owning that as part of my identity, made me feel ashamed. I completely broke down. It was crippling. I had therapy, which made me feel tons better, because the therapist told me two harrowing stories. She also told me PTSD can go away forever (it happened for her), after I found out on Google that it can be permanent. I felt damaged. How did this happen to me? How could I let it. She told me part of healing is standing up to what’s causing it. So I have and will continue to stand up for myself, facing my abusers.

There is nothing wrong with me. One day I won’t feel this way. I realize I’ve had chronic PTSD for years. Part of why I almost bailed on therapy is due to the trust issues it’s caused me. It’s not fair that I see life through these lenses. I am hopeful I will get better and vacation will help with that. If you’re facing something traumatic you aren’t alone, or broken and therapy helps. Via: Symbolic Magic Art

Things Fran Fine Taught Me

Freaking out over the amount of things taught to me by Fran Drescher. The Nanny coming to HBO Max is a gift, rewatching the episodes I realized Nanny Fine raised me. Far more than just one of my idols, or style icons, some of my behavior and beliefs also stem from her. Allow me to expound.

Thigh high heeled boots for work: I was the only one at Miss Lily’s who wore heels, including over, or thigh high boots. I never noticed it until someone told me they heard me before seeing me, because everyone else wore sneakers. A look is a look. Where did I get it from? Fran Fine.

Tights: winter wear is no problem, simply add tights, or leggings to my impossibly short skirts. I live by this. Got it from Fran.

Saying meanwhile: literally got it from Sylvia and Fran Fine. Cannot believe how often they say it, nor how often I say it due to them.

Wait on love: Oh, Mr.Sheffield (one of my great impersonations)! Fran taught me true love requires patience. She waited for that man, her soulmate, one true love, for five entire years. I mean, need I say more…

Brothers: aren’t off limits. I didn’t date either Jakupi brother, but boy did they want to date me. Genc Jakupi would be Maxwell Sheffield, Binn Jakupi would be Nigel. Fran started dating Nigel post Max taking back his I love you. I led Binn on by accident, drunkenly, when Genc started dating Madalina Ghenea. He dumped her fearing Binn & I becoming a thing. Just saw this episode the other night, had to close my gaping mouth!

Respect your idols: the amount of references and cameos made by stars are astounding, from Ray Charles to Dame Elizabeth Taylor. Fran taught me Barbra Streisand walks on water. Revere the greats. Know your iconography.

Tramp or old white woman: I’ve been told I dress like both. I thought my Upper East Side upbringing was the reason for the latter, until I saw Yetta. Fran’s grandmother was wearing a fit I wanted, from the bright sparkly sweater to the jewelry, eureka!

Sexual liberation: be it Yetta, or Fran, being a slut is a-okay. Everyone needs that phase in my opinion, but hey to each their own.

Colorful clothes: the number of times I’ve been asked if I’m from the U.K due to my colorful clothing? Copious. It’s very rare I’m donning all black, I’m not that type of New Yorker. Fran said ROYGBIV, so I did.

Fran Drescher, you powerful Romanian, benevolent witch, I wouldn’t be me without you. I’m floored by the hand you had in my breeding. God bless you. My children will also watch The Nanny. Love you to pieces, you also taught me not to take myself too seriously. An icon, a legend, a queen. Artist: Tori Sarkis

All I’ve Ever Done Is Leave My Comfort Zone

“You make it look so easy, that’s why many people are jealous of you,” said multiple psychics, including ones drawn to my energy off the street. Except it’s not easy, in fact when you think about it, all I’ve ever done is leave my comfort zone (albeit sometimes by force). Surrounded by death early and continuously, has made me fully aware of our one shot here. Yeah we’re infinite souls, but we’re finite humans, as unique as snowflakes and fingerprints! Or wine! Wine is my favorite comparison, because it’s complexity aligns with ours.

Sure you can choose to come back, but you won’t be Tara Garcia, Yasha Jones, or Blueberry Sunshine, ever again. You’re alive as you are right NOWWWW. You get to write your story, yeah my life is exciting, but I’ve also have been: homeless, attacked, stalked by Genc Jakupi for five years, that was traumatic, had many curses placed on me, suffered depression, been racially profiled, had unstable living situations, stalked copious amounts of times by powerful people, took weeks to escape that cult I joined by accident, just so many things…I mean, could you even handle the price paid for this exciting life? By no means, has anything been as easy as I make it look. I knew the risk of following my dreams, I took em anyway. I earned it. You can’t hate on people who leave their comfort zone for the adventure of life. You must ask yourself can you, will you leave your comfort zone? Is it worth the risk? Are you willing to take actual action consistently? Do you have faith in yourself and the universe to get you where you’re headed? You can’t just ask, you have to co-create. And most importantly, think of your life like a book you’re reading, what do you want your story to say? Is it interesting? Via: MinfdulThroughLife_

Jack James, Me, The Beatles And The Stones

Before I go into why the Woods are my favorite Stones family (in tomorrow’s article), restoring my faith in the band, I must tell this one. After winning my lawsuit against Miss Lily’s I got a part-time gig at a pizza place in Park Slope, Amorina. I was the phone slash delivery girl, organizing all the take-out and pick up orders. The staff like the restaurant was small, and run by an insane woman named Ellen. Italian, hot tempered, miserable (cuckquean) and out of her mind. This bitch woman literally held my last check of $500 hostage after I quit. Mind you, I left due to an underserving tirade, which she was known to do. Her own daughter commented her mom was off. She’d just snap out of nowhere, then act like everything was normal. As she’s refusing to give me my money, I’m making plans to attend my missing friend Robbie’s memorial. When I started the job he disappeared, causing me to leave in tears one shift. She’d been with me through this traumatic ordeal and didn’t give af. I had to pull up to her restaurant TWICE to get my money. Unhinged. At least she apologized to the staff after I read her ass for being bogus af.

This is where I met Jack James, a beautiful, tall, chiseled musician/model hailing from Texas. He loves Elvira, made me laugh until I cried, and like myself is a classic rock whore. We were kool and the gang until we started reppin our sets. A rivalry older than Bloods VS. Crips-The Beatles or The Stones, which is the better band? He barely let me speak, making his opinion fact before storming off. An attack akin to stepping on someone’s motherfucking kicks. Indignant was an understatement! Affronted I harbored this resentment until I got him back for his Harry Styles boa dig (a slight tiff that turned into a WMag social media post, with designer Marc Jacobs inserting himself). I never said I was above it, I’m petty. Being a Stones fan is a lifestyle. In my eyes he came for my entire existence! The Rolling Stones influenced me more than anyone, ever. Without them I’d literally be dead. Their music was the only thing that kept me alive my first year at Emerson College. Deep in the throes of addiction, nothing but cocaine, coffee, and cigarettes as sustenance, I lived on the verge of two worlds. I became skeletal in frame, going from a Double D to a D (boob weight never regained); my friends remarked I was on a different drug every time they saw me. My friends told me verbatim I was going to die. It was that bad, I just kept cutting straws, snorting lines and doing me. While the Stones had always been my everything, it was that year I needed them most. Just one more song to keep me going. My ringtone was Cocksucker Blues (the tour rehearsal version), that’s how dependent I was on the music.

Don’t get me wrong I fucking love The Beatles, LOVE. Had Jack let me expound my answer would have been this: you can’t have one without the other, it’s symbiotic. One’s rooted in pop, the other in blues, yet they’re both rock bands. The Beatles who invented albums and music videos (easily the most musically innovative band of all time) sing about what they wish the world to be, The Stones sing about it’s actualities (both groups have range, this is the same generalization of you can bring the Beatles home to your parents, not the Stones). For those using sales as a determinate, name one Stones song you can play for children? I was singing Yesterday in elementary school. The Stones have more soul, I can dance to their music, it’s hood relatable for the ignorant who think rock is white people music (black people created rock n roll), they’ve always credited black people, they created the template for the musicians lifestyle (sex, drugs, rock n roll), they created the “bad boy,” they broke gender, fashion, and race barriers/norms, challenging the status quo at every turn, changing the cultural landscape. The Stones dressed in drag when it was illegal, influencing everyone from the Chili Peppers to Nirvana to do so. I’m a revolutionary, because The Rolling Stones made me one. But, but, they need The Beatles, it’s the Yin to their Yang. You can’t have one without the other, nor do we want to. It’s the perfect musical balance.

Cut to now and gorgeous Jack is literally in a band with Sean Lennon’s wife Charlotte Kemp Muhl, and I dated Mick Jagger. You can’t make this shit up. You truly, genuinely can’t. So next time Naomi Campbell decides to lie for two white men appropriating our Caribbean culture for profit (Genc and Binn Jakupi), before Georgia May Jagger, her equally idiotic siblings and affiliates make assumptions (based on race), do make sure it’s someone who isn’t well connected. Should I continue on how many people grew up with me, displaying you’re liars and racists or…? Who did Melanie Hamrick know before raping Mick & murdering L’Wren Scott? Exactly. Jack, Daddy, are we the guardians of rock n roll? FYI he also loves the Rolling Stones, don’t come for him. Via: Jack James Busa Insta, Uni_Loonies & Riley And John

Why The Kardashian Jenner West Drama Started

It all started two years ago on my birthday, February 27th 2020. Naomi Campbell said happy birthday to me as amends for Genc Jakupi stalking me for five years (read article: Genc Jakupi , Naomi Campbell & Jordan Barrett (2/2)). Khloe Kardashian followed suit. She liked a post I dedicated to her on this blogs instagram account (saint_twenty), acknowledging me as a bday gift. I felt blessed, these were people I admired, especially Naomi. I genuinely wouldn’t be me if it weren’t for her, I can say that about many people who turned out to be evil. This is why the adage never meet your idols exist, certainly don’t date them.
Anyways, all was well until Stephanie Shepard, Kim’s former assistant and the reason I created the word celebrisite (a parasitic person who makes money off their celebrity connections, rather than talent) got delusional. Larry from Apple wasn’t good enough, she had her eyes set on a Marvel movie star, except his eyes were set on me. The Marvel star is not Chris Evans, although Evans created an instagram account to backstab his friend, in hopes of pursuing me.

I’ve been searching for my twin flame for YEARS, the universe telling me this is my one. Even getting descriptions of who they are: foreign, they come from overseas, age difference, eventually adding public figure into the descriptors…fitting the last four situationships I’ve been in. The Marvel star, who shall remain anonymous at this time, paid attention to me before I even knew who he was. Despite seeing him in roles I enjoyed, I truly didn’t know his name until the universe guided me his way. Making me realize he’d been subtly trying to get my attention all along.
When Kobe Bryant died I succumbed to depression, only emerging due to the Marvel star posting a video about fate, how he was born to go this way. I waited for him to make a move, because the person I’m to be with does, but he never did.
The Marvel star was always very sweet to me, because of it I never publicly roasted him when he got problematic, allowing his roles to roll in. He always had my back, even when I started dating Mick Jagger. Whenever anyone attacked me from Ed Westwick to Georgia May Jagger, he was supportive. When Mick made me feel alone, the Marvel star did not. Having one person in my corner is all I needed to find light in darkness. To give me hope that not everyone in Hollywood is a callous, self-absorbed, satanic, immoral, evil, shitty person.

The Kardashian Jenner West’s started attacking me after being kind, to support Steph Shep with her Spongebob waist. In what world is bullying someone the answer to a guy not liking you? She’s a weirdo who triggered the fall of her friends and most of Hollywood (who showed their true colors by siding with satanist and attacking me), because they didn’t know what I was, or was going to be (Athena and queen witch). That’s how my beef with this satanic clan began, over a movie star (I’m not gonna tell you who it is, you have to save some gems for the big time). It was all fated.

So you see I have no problem leaving Mick, starting my own family sans toxic children and black magicians, who murder and rape. Mick won’t willingly set me free to do so, but I’m ready to start my life. He leaves me no choice but to sue him, ruining his reputation. The duration of our relationship he was incredibly jealous of the movie star, my friends, really anyone, because he needs my world to revolve around him to feel secure. It simply doesn’t and it never will. That’s not a healthy way to live, it shows little self-worth, nor has it worked out for him in the past. Literally, look at his failed relationships, minus L’wren Scott, who was murdered by Melanie Can’t Get A Man B/C She’s Ugly Hamrick. To be the center of my attention Mick will do anything, even to detriment of himself, his family and the world at large. Via: Itsjqboo & Saint Twenty