Proof: Protests In Iran Are My Doing

By: Saint Twenty
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If I told Ayatollah Khamenei once, I told his misogynistic, moronic ass multiple times, you owe me stacks for saving Iran’s bank. Literally everyone owes me money. Being the Goddess of war, if I didn’t intervene WW3 would’ve occurred (read Meta Helps Rothschilds Take Free Banks). Another Rothschilds production. They’ve been trying to take over the world with this ludicrous plot, derived from pure inbred, satanic delusions, for decades now (read The Iranian War Was A Set Up). All of you are here because of me and Lewis Dvorkin/Shiva/Jesus. Never fucking forget it.

The Ayatollah was reminded to pay up on numerous occasions: in the group chat I ended, on this very blog (read “The Lion Women Of Tehran”) and on social media, where I plotted against him. Informing all the world leaders I was going to cause revolutions and overthrow their governments, as a consequence for hubris. Minus Vladimir Putin, my favorite (read The Favorite: Vladimir Putin), who will be the one to gain the banks, because Israel and The United States tried to kill me. Along with the Illuminati (read Mick Jagger’s Illuminati Coercion). I’m going to return the favor, tenfold.

August 3rd 2025 I added the Ayatollah’s debt into my book review.

October 6th 2025 I showed every one the revolutions I promised were happening.

October 28th 2025 on two separate occasions, I gave Bibi Netanyahu and Donald Trump the chance to take Iran’s bank, after paying what was owed. Stating I wanted a new Iran- women are dehumanized. Neither of the aforementioned pedophiles did what they were instructed to. Both of them should be terrified, not excited, because they’re next. Fuck Israel. I know Donald Trump is having health issues, because I’m inflicting them.

Currently, January 2026, the Iranian people are toppling the Ayatollah’s statue and demanding change. I always keep my promises, unless I change my mind. People are energy, I’m the Goddess of civilization and energy is my domain.

China and North Korea also owe me money. Play time is over. If I say I’m going to decimate a population- Jews, destroy a society, seize a country, or remove political leaders, expect it.

The fuck you thought this was? I’m a fucking Divine, you deluded fucks. It’s my universe. What I say goes. You are plebeian mortals, who gained everything from me through Satan, aka Mick Jagger. Who is nothing if I say he isn’t. On my level or better where (read Revelation 9: The Antichrist Is…)? Nigga can no longer cast spells, because I rescinded my power. Satanic rituals TERMINATED. At the end of the day, he’s here to clean up the mess he’s made (read Revelation 11: The Rapture). His conflicting personality derives from his plethora of personality disorders and mental illnesses. That nigga’s not right in the head. I’m HBIC. You do as I say, or die and burn eternal. Simple, Kali & Shiva. Via: Getty Images, Saint_Twenty & Israel National News

Updated: 1/23/2026 10:33pm

“Kim Jiyoung Born 1982” By Cho Nam-Jo

By: Saint Twenty
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This story takes places in South Korea, centering around Kim Jiyoung. A housewife who becomes possessed by the mutual deceased friend of the couple. Incredulous by his wife spewing private information only the dead knows her husband is freaked out, and missing his obedient, mostly docile partner. Made more perplexing by the memory lapse that follows. Kim Jiyoung doesn’t remember anything when taken over by the other spirit.

From there the book chronicles her life growing up in South Korea, from childhood into the present day. Flashing back to glimpses of mother’s life as well. The most influential person in shaping her. The reader gains an understanding of life as a woman in South Korea and it’s dismal. Decades of sexism favoring men, women having to give up their careers to raise children thanklessly, while having their role as a mother diminished, blamed for sexual harassment, and a job market that leaves them with scraps. No wonder Kim Jiyoung loses her sense of identity.

A must read. Dealing with themes of gender, sacrifice, family, motherhood, mysticism, sexuality and relationships. Kim Jiyoung Born 1982 is educational and emboldens my feminist beliefs. A world run by misogynistic, apathetic men, is a broken one. The cultural knowledge gave clarity to the actions of my Korean boss at Gammeeok. To him women aren’t valued and seen as a nuisance. Smashing the patriarchy globally is for the betterment of the world. Times up boys. Via: Amazon

‘Self-Portraits’ By Jun Ahn

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Anyone can relate to these self-portraits where artist Jun Ahn straddles the ledges of buildings, surrounded by New York City’s grandiose architecture. These photos remind me of the in-between, the edge, the brink of failure or success, life and death. Also the high expectations placed on the Asian community as the “model minority.” With a stigma surrounding mental health, many choose to end their lives over seeking help due to the pressure of success.

”My Self Portrait is a kind of performance without an audience, only to be photographed since it is a portrait of my desire rather than the reality. There is a day I recall from my teenage years. I was sitting on the edge of the window in my apartment in New York, looking over the cityscape. I was thinking about how my youth was coming to end, being unable to figure out my future. I looked down and saw the empty space, the void. There was a sudden change in my perspective on life and death, of present and future…I felt the illusion of beautiful buildings was like the future or the unreachable ideals that still surround us somehow. The empty space was the present for me.”

Ahn never revealing her face allows viewers to insert themselves as the person on the ledge. For me it creates a greater sense of empathy and introspection. The juxtaposition of being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of NYC, where millions of people are piled on top of each other, versus the intimacy of isolation when having this internal conflict regarding what you’re going to do with your life, is perfectly captured. How are you going to fill that empty space? What path are you going to choose? Why? Via: Artsy