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“Everything bad that’s ever happened to you in life was caused by him.”

The psychic told me. I called desperate to find out what was going on with Mick Jagger. He wasn’t the person I grew up idolizing, proving himself rather sinister and abusive. Still I held out hope. Hope he’d return the $21,000 plus I’d given him for a “home,” really a ploy to coerce me into the Illuminati (read Law Lesson: Get It In Writing).

“That’s not possible,” I informed her. “I only met him in 2016 (read Kanye West’s Miss Lily’s Birthday Bash). How could he be responsible for all the bad things that’ve happened to me?” This woman’s a quack, I surmised. She has no idea what she’s talking about. Still she persisted in hurried, hushed tones. A subtext of trepidation, as though Mick Jagger himself were eavesdropping on our conversation. “This is not a good man, not a good man. He’s beaten women within an inch of their life. Nasty piece of work. All the things in your life that’ve gone wrong, he caused it. STAY AWAY FROM HIM,” she warned. This exchange took place in the summer of 2021. After he made me miss Sara Tam’s wedding, an event he endeavored to keep me from attending at all costs. The lengths he went through were so great, at the time I couldn’t comprehend why. Before the truth unraveled.

Everything happens for a reason. Always keeping this in mind, when I don’t understand something I pin it and circle back. That psychic couldn’t have been more accurate, she had every right to fear supernatural Mick Jagger. He’s the Devil incarnate, Archangel Samael before being banned from heaven (read Revelation 11: The Rapture). Using a single song coupled with a sacrifice at his concert, he spread demonic depravity globally (read Revelation 7: Altamont Stabbing). Placing the entire world under his enchantment for decades, getting the most bang for his buck with Rolling Stones shows (read The Art Of Fascination).

Always competing with the Divines, especially ubiquitous Jesus, Mick Jagger needed to slather his name, his face, everywhere. Striving for the same deference and fame, he incarnated July 26th 1943. Breaking into Hollywood in the early 60’s, where he’s spent 60 plus years ruling. It’s when he rose to prominence that the Satanic Church, where he’s worshipped, was created on April 30th 1966 (read Revelation 9: The Antichrist Is…). The Devil works hard indeed, the amount of immorality he’s unfurled during his lifetime can’t be quantified.

Innocuously about a month into “dating” during the covid confinement, prior to my psychic warning, I asked Mick Jagger, since when? After he let it slip he’d been searching for me. Screenshot September 19th 2020.

Knowing what I was before I did, he refused to answer (read 2020: The Year The Scale Tipped To Evil). My tongue is The Rolling Stones logo, plastered everywhere (read Jaquana Cornelius Is Kali Ma). The look of contempt he gave me at Miss Lily’s makes total sense now. He wasn’t incensed I was at a loss for words, avoiding a legend sitting amongst us. Mick was livid that I was still alive. That my baby ruined his plan.

Michael Philip Jagger incarnating first to get a head start, has been watching me, Lewis Dvorkin, and our families from the very beginning. The sole reason he lived in New York City during the 80’s, keeping tabs on us. Getting here four years before my husband’s father, Stephen Dvorkin, another Divine. When referencing dating him I add quotations, because he had me under spiritual control using his music. Veiling my memory of Lewis, making it look like I was ashamed of him. For twenty years I couldn’t access him, temporarily forgetting what he told me about Mick being the Devil, our purpose on Earth (read Mick Jagger Altered My Reality). For twenty years I never gave up, leading me to the revelations (read More Memory Glamour Evidence).

All those ESMS tragedies with dads, siblings, and nieces dying, it was all Mick Jagger (read The Truth About Witches). Attacking the most powerful of us to keep us downtrodden, low vibrational, in despair, so we wouldn’t step into our power. All my health issues, financial tumult, hardships, all Mick Jagger, because I’m a Goddess and Queen of witches. Killing my grandmother who prophesied what I’d do here, forcing Lewis to sacrifice himself to protect me. If I died first he would’ve immediately followed, killing two birds with one stone. Subsequently bringing on the apocalypse, with Mick Jagger falsely believing it would give him unchallenged domination.

Try as I might to follow him, Lewis kept his word. Never letting anything happen to me. A promise he made the night he deflowered me. “If you go, I go…I can’t live without you Lewis, you can’t leave me here by myself,” I weeped. He kissed my eyelids, saying whatever was necessary to get me to stop, because “I hate seeing you cry.” Taking poison to save humanity, turning blue, Shiva. My impending death is the only reason he used heroin, because he’s clairvoyant. Only Lewis Dvorkin & Mick Jagger knew what was happening in 2004 (read Lewis Dvorkin Is Jesus, Shiva & Horus). The rest of us oblivious until I came along. But wait, there’s more. Follow ups are coming, solidifying what’ve I’ve said here, Kali & Shiva. Via: Wall Street Journal & Saint_Twenty

Updated: 8/25/2025 12:39am