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