ADULTHOOD IS A S#!%SHOW
Beware of apologies. Some narcissist will say sorry in order to reel you back in for further abuse. I’ve had it happen to me plenty of times. They do nice things to keep their supply. In due time, they will go back to violating you. Trust. Believe patterns, let them go. Via: PeopleIveLoved
Mick Jagger, aka the Antichrist/Satan/Archangel Samael etc…ensured I’d be in a Cain and Abel situation. Marking my half sister from jump, having stalked me prior to being born (read Proof: Mick Jagger Watched ESMS). Before we get into it, let’s start with he’s my number one enemy. I don’t care about my sister. Don’t like her, tried to help her, used her as a blueprint to set up Melanie Hamrick, because they’re both mentally ill. Mind you I didn’t place profit over people, I didn’t sacrifice my friends-especially the Jews I grew up with and family for money. However that’s finished and they have no one to blame but themselves.
While I was born the day Noah could leave the ark, because evil was vanquished from the Earth (read Mick Jagger Confirms I’m A Goddess). The 27th day of the second month, February 27th, my half sister was born on the day the Satanic Church was created, April 30th and behaves as such. Marked from the very beginning (read Suffering Freed Me From A Karmic Blood Tie). Keep in mind next what next year in relevance to this, the year 2027 as we’re living out Armageddon.
Fate is fate, there was never any hope for her. Besides a plethora of mental health issues, she’s also a narcissist repeating the same exact actions as my mother, who had the same disorder. Down to claiming Mick Jagger isn’t shit and ain’t gonna do shit to them, watching the cycle repeat shows me this is a demonic pattern. He killed my mother on his birthday, I would share the obituary date but my sister didn’t even get it right.
Narcissists project who they are onto others, gaslight, lie, manipulate, pretend to be good people, live in pride, ego, obsessed with material and money and are of Levithan’s legion. There is no help for them. They’re only comfortable if they have control over someone, or if they feel superior. Anytime someone outshines them they go into a narcissistic rage. Thriving off creating chaos and causing drama. Repenting was never an option, my family is who Mick Jagger is referring to in the text messages (read Revelation 1: Mick Jagger Is Satan).
In a narcs world everyone cares about them and their opinion, the world revolves around them. They’re incapable of accepting constructive criticism or facts, bending them to suit their desires, or that people genuinely loathe them and have different wants and needs. That they’re worthy of you paying attention them, or as offering for my birthday instead of someone significant. They never take accountability, doing nice things to reel you back into for more abuse if you’re the supply, or for appearances. Side note: my stepdad is the first person Mick asked me to kill, multiple times. No one in my family’s safe. The Illuminati hates them (amongst other entities) and have made that very apparent. So screaming you’re untouchable and don’t give a shit about people more powerful than you, because they can’t do anything, like you’re fucking me, a Goddess, isn’t wise. I had a friend merely state they didn’t think Mick was the Antichrist, within days they were put into an unexpected, terrible situation I blessed them out of. No more of that, I’ve sacrificed enough for the undeserving.
FYI Taking someone’s life as a birthday gift is one of Michael Philip Jagger’s favorite things (read Robert Plant The Hate Crime Victim). Let’s see if you survive the same treatment before you go. Saving evil people made me complicit, is the lesson I learned. Hell is forever and worst than anything you can imagine, whatever time you have left enjoy it, Kali & Shiva. Via: Great Bible Tales, Google & MicahJami444
Updated: 2/22/2026 2:08am
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As long as a narcissist has a supply, as in a person to abuse, they will pretend to appear benevolent to everyone else. If that supply were subtracted from their environment, they would find another victim. They have a personality disorder rendering most of them incapable of moving past darkness, because Leviathan, the demon of pride, rules them. When people can’t apologize or take accountability through change and action, it’s because they’re of his legion. All the good things they do are performative, it’s a symptom of their disorder. Being able to study it up close, I’ve seen these types of people can’t be helped. Document everything, because they’re manipulative liars until the very end. Via: Narcissist_Abuse_LifeCoach
Unfortunately there is no cure for narcissism, the only treatment is extensive and consistent therapy. Something that can only happen if the narcissist is willing to see their faults and seek help, an unlikely scenario. Otherwise don’t waste your time, they know exactly what they’re doing. This is a vicious personality disorder, the demon attached to it is Leviathan, filling them with pride and darkness.
A narcissist ALWAYS needs a scapegoat to project on. They will always find a replacement, needing a supply, while putting on a facade to everyone else of being a good person. One of the best things you can do is document everything, otherwise you’re allowing them and the people they control to narrate your story. I don’t play that shit, mama always has receipts. You’re not crazy, they are. Via: Say_No_To_Narcissistic_Parents
A narcissist that is. That big ass hammerhead matches her deluded ego. Based on its dimensions I know the Almighty pulled her together last minute, because that beauty didn’t transfer down. Linda Evangelista’s did though, karma. Google that mess, hint: the age difference and treatment of their children. It’s just another example of Salma Hayek’s personality disorder, the need to prove the world revolves around her. She’s one of the most vile, egotistical, ignoble, attention seeking people I’ve ever come across. This is a follow up from my Instagram post about her fyi, Saint_Twenty. She doesn’t know her place, so I have to remind her. An amuse-bouche to her upcoming articles. Like can you believe this shit? “Everyone thinks I’m beautiful, but I’m not even trying, imagine if I tried…”blah, blah, blah, bitch. You mean the nose job and multiple breast surgeries were effortless? Girl byeeeee. The boob job was smart, otherwise the weight distribution of her head to the rest of her body would make no sense, detracting from her beauty.
No wonder satanic Salma Hayek is apart of the killer Kardashian Jenner West coven, she orchestrated Matthew Perry’s black magic murder. Look how your secrets come out when you disrespect not just one divine, but two, Sebastian Stan (read Sebastian Stan Saved My Life). Had it not been for his highly intelligent fan base I wouldn’t have paid any attention to CAA, especially husband Francois Henri Pinault’s acquisition, one they’ve used to abuse and coerce others to do their bidding. If you can’t win an Oscar, or any other prestigious award, attain power via your billionaire husband and bully everyone. Too bad you pulled up on Athena. I’m not a bitch to try, but she was too arrogant, too stupid to see that despite the legal evidence. This is why conglomerations are to be regulated, or dismantled entirely. Modern day robber barons. I’m gonna learn y’all. Salma Hayek wanted my attention soooooo bad, careful what you wish for, now you have it. Enjoy your time xoxo Athena. Via: The Cut
“Someone in your family is doing black magic on you, they’re jealous. They don’t want you to be better than them. I see someone going overseas lighting five black candles. I see it’s your father.”
This woman didn’t try to upsell with cleanses, nor did she charge me. “Omg your energy, come sit with me I have to tell you something.” I was on break from Follia heading to Hotel Tortuga (a now closed Mexican restaurant) when a small white brunette woman from a Slavic background– poaching people in front of a gym a few doors before my destination, stopped me. Many street seers have done this, my infectious energy drawing them like moths to a flame, bees to pollen, flies to shit. Giving me a message was so crucial they physically inserted themselves into my personal bubble.
Upon receiving the news I believed it to be my estranged biological Haitian father, a fluent voodoo practitioner. It must have been him I responded, except there are six of us… it didn’t add up.
“My brother, my two sisters, my mom, my stepdad, me. Why would he only light five candles? Unless he didn’t know there was a boy.” She was also confused, because silently we both knew black candles are for protection.
When I shared this experience with my stepdad over a year later his replies were suspicious, guilt ridden.
“Who told you that? When? What did they say again?”
Now my stepdad is not the brightest. Great at architecture, construction, renovation work, but intelligent? No. Basic knowledge escapes him, he reminds me of a caveman banging on things and grunting. He’s amenable, with little desire to expand his knowledge via research. Having never worked in a restaurant he had the audacity to tell me where you eat doesn’t matter, it all comes out the same and the people working at restaurants don’t know what’s in the dish. Who cares? “Food is food, you yam it.” Sage Antiguan advice. Having been in the service industry for years I explained to him how incredibly wrong he was, not only were you required to know what was being served you were tested on it and needed to time your orders by sequence of service, failing held consequences (write ups, firings). Furthermore you had to know the beverage menu and pairings, that’s the bare minimum. Beyond taste aversions there were allergies, ignorance meant death. He was finally silent. How idiotic did you have to be to tell me, someone with experience, how a job you’ve never done works? He’s sexist, loud, inconsiderate and wrong.
His response confirmed he was the person who lit the candles.
Black candles are for protection, the missing one was for me. Just like childhood when he would take Whitney on shopping sprees in elementary school, announcing she got clothes because she was his kid. A sensitive child he use to pick on me, but if a man pulled up he wasn’t about that life. Part of is was punishment for my not calling him dad, which had nothing to do with him and everything to do with me being uncomfortable. At this point I was like eight you’ve known me since I was one, you had the chance to implement this but chose division.
Just like signing only my sister up for ballet, my mom having to get my uncle to buy me a laptop for school, my uncle paying for my senior trip, my mom having to sneak money for me to go to prom (thank god my teachers were UES Jewish women, my gym teachers silk halter Bebe dress fit me like a glove), just like all my siblings taking swimming classes but me, just like not helping me through college, just like taking me to his family holiday events with my sister and while she was showered in gifts I was forgotten about so they put together a measly card with twenty bucks, even though they knew I was coming (that’s why I stopped going), just like I’ve caught him red handed gathering items from my mother or me, just like he turns men interested in me into him, Genc and Mick both turned on me, or all my failed situationships, it was him doing black magic. Pay attention to patterns.
He has always sets me up to fail not wanting me to be better than his blood children, but spoiling me enough to be spoiled. Like when I went over my phone bill by 24 hours and he switched me to unlimited data, or furnishing my first apartment. The mental capacity of a child, raising my sister with delusions of superiority. Causing her to get angry when overshadowed, the way racist whites are when they see colored people with better lives. Bitch please. Everything makes total and complete sense and now I’ll act accordingly. What he did to me, I’ll pay him back in kind times three. Via: Queer Prints
Make sure the apologies you receive from those who’ve done you dirty are sincere. This is why I do my three strike’s or less rule, it makes my life so much easier. Numerous people have been cut because they kept saying sorry after being violent, duplicitous, fake and out for self, no matter who they toppled on the way. My kindness was mistaken for weakness and why shouldn’t it have been? I allowed their pretend redemption for literal years. A cycle I started when I didn’t love myself, one that continued when I shed my self-loathing. I’m sweet, but I have my limits. Their remorse was inauthentic, many of them narcissist who loved the game. Allowing them chance after chance established a foundation of boundary breaking and disrespect. I deserve better than that.
Yes, they still miss me, because I’m an amazing friend who was taken for granted. The feeling however isn’t mutual. Is someone in your life saying “sorry” only to hurt you and repeat the process? Are you someone who does this? Why? Via: Feelings Bleed
Which one are you? What do you want to change? Let it be ethical, inclusive and for the betterment of humankind. Never forget one person can spark many, a generation even. Whatever the cause do it with passion, be unyielding even if you’re David and Goliath is a giant monstrosity of many hateful people, masquerading as allies. There are SOOOOOO many people I unfollowed this year on social media, because they were capitalizing off causes to look as though they had substance. They aren’t down, just attention whores, sociopaths, clout chasers, narcissists, Uncle Tom’s contradicting themselves and never coming clean, their only concern- being exposed. Don’t be like them, be sincere, say what you mean and mean what you say. What can’t you accept? How are you changing it? Via: The Female Lead
There are some toxic people in my family, one of my sisters for example has always been touched, like a live wire with water thrown onto it, flaying around dangerously looking for something to electrocute. A pathological liar even from youth, she claimed to be the one to have diagnosed my baby sister with brain cancer. Something she truly believed. Except she was in second grade and still has no medical experience to do anything of the sort. As time went on she continued to warp stories to suit her horrible behavior: she got caught skipping school so my parents hired a private eye to find out where she was going (I had nothing to do with it, but she wrote a letter to them trying to throw the attention on me, except I was an honor student at a school she wasn’t smart enough to get into), she then claimed to be flying private jets with millionaire friends to Miami, turns out she was selling weed upstate, she’d lie, cheat and steal. It became very apparent as time went on that her underlying conditions are a part of who she is, delusions of grandeur, entitlement my parents fed into by giving her shopping sprees she didn’t deserve and not rectifying her behavior. The girl has a bevy of issues and one of them is definitely being mentally abusive and a narcissist. Compounding the issue is her extreme acid abuse.
My friends thought I was exaggerating until they had an encounter where she just SNAPPED, leaving them frightened that she would harm us. She gave everyone clean glasses, but me she gave a dirty measuring cup, when I asked for a glass she got angry and kicked all of us including her friend out. Screaming as she always does, because she doesn’t know how to communicate without a level of anger that will get her or someone else killed.
If I ignore her or am nice to her is irrelevant, she has always been fixated on comparing herself to me and coming up short. As I enter a new stage in my life it has become clear this isn’t someone who can be in my life ever again (as well as some other members), like ever, I’ve given her endless chances, knowing she doesn’t love herself, but she’s a danger to herself and others. She reminds me of my ex friend Derek, also mentally abusive and a narcissist, but his story is for another time. People like them have to be shown the door and you have to love yourself enough to do it. They will try to project their issues on you, but don’t let them. Goodbye and good riddance. Is there someone who is mentally abusive you need to let go off? Are you mentally abusive?