To My Twin Flame,
Not only did you set the standard, but everything I’ve ever wanted in love you’ve given me. Eternity with you isn’t enough. I’m beyond blessed. My hero. Writer: Zack Grey Writes
Happy Valentine’s Day 2025
All articles filed in Twin Flames
Mick Jagger Altered My Reality
Michael Philip Jagger fucking Rip Van Winkled me and Sara Tam. For twenty years he had me in an altered reality, completely oblivious to who my twin flame was, that we were in a relationship, that he took my virginity. Making me look like a heartless, batshit crazy person, ashamed of him. Something I’ve never been and never will be. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Literally I tried to die to be with him, over being left behind with all these people who don’t come close. From the first moment we made eye contact at 11, we were telepathic. Did I think he was gay for a year, because he wore low ponytails? Yes. Did he teach me a lesson I’d never forget afterwards about assuming such? Yes. Did that stop me from mistaking people as pregnant or gay in the future? No, it did not. What I can say is I haven’t done either in years. Progress. There was a point where I was congratulating people left and right on their upcoming births, who weren’t at all expecting and the silence that ensued was incredibly awkward…I can’t.
Listening to The Rolling Stones to heal has always been my go to, made easier with the release of the IPod. Sara doesn’t listen to them like that, so I had to retrace my steps to figure out where everything went awry. Untethered after he died, I remembered walking through The Gates in Central Park, touching them to feel grounded. That exhibit came out in 2005, New Slang by The Shins was on repeat, because Garden State is one of my favorite movies. Screaming into the chasm is what I desired most. At that point I had an IPod mini, pink (my favorite color). Those weren’t released until February 2004 though, my twin died in September of that year. That’s when I remembered. I had a white iPod first! When the commercials for the mini came out, my sister and I wanted them soooo bad, because they were in color. My stepdad pretended we weren’t ever going to get them, we already had.
“If those were out, I never woulda got this one. It’s plain! This isn’t fair!”
Eureka! Suddenly it all came back to me, before Spotify I had an addiction to LimeWire, Kazaa in second place. Never Napster after seeing how Metallica’s Lars Ulrich was prosecuting people. I’m not finna go to jail, but I need music like oxygen. Fuck it.
We were at Carl Shultz park, there was a group of us mourning, but I just wanted to be alone for a little while. Sara and I separated from the group, we were the closest to him and without her there’d be no me and Lewis. We went to Peter Pan, where we spent so much time with him, drinking vodka and sobbing. Remembering him. She was like the sister he never had. Sara had an earbud, I had an earbud, I played the Stones and during Angie I had a complete breakdown. Weeping, telling her I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him, he’s my entire world and I can’t stay here without Lewis. She sobbed with me and said, I know I’m so sorry. This was when I made the decision to die. Life without him being too unbearable.
His energy, sitting in a place he spent so much time with us. The drinking, the intention to remember him while numbing the pain, listening to Mick Jagger’s enchanted music. When we rejoined everyone our reality didn’t match theirs, unbeknownst to us (read The Art Of Fascination).
I devoured the bands compilation of songs, no issue, straying me further and further from reality. Warping and distorting my memories, my twin. Bereaved. Giving the Devil incarnate full spiritual control, to make me look crazy, crazy! Spiraling into substance abuse, always in tumultuous life predicaments, including financial difficulties (read The Illuminati Is Real). All the while I’m looking for my Lewis, thinking he never made a move, he abandoned me, it was unrequited, he came into my friend’s dream looking for me and not mine…whatever Mick Jagger wanted me to think.
Energy is everything, he severed ours. Although my mind was gone, my heart and soul knew. I never stopped searching, looking up at his window, taking photos of his tag, emailing my attorney about him. Once I reconnected to his energy, merging us again with clarity, all these repressed, all together manipulated memories came back. People being disrespectful, Alex Giel screaming at me that I was his last girlfriend, warring with another couple, basic bitches (especially innately racist entitled Karen’s) wishing on a star (he didn’t like you, rape culture losers, I bag and reject ballers, you bitches could NEVER), the ominous things he said in that bedroom. Only Sara Tam could give me the confirmation I sought.
Mick Jagger fought tooth and nail to keep me away from Sara, made odd by him practically forcing me to remain friends with an evil person. Peculiar. I text her. As expected, she remembers nothing. Barely anything about him. She was such a crucial part of our relationship, he altered her reality too, because she’d have been the first to notice something was off about my behavior. Genius.
Screenshot January 5th 2025. Fucking genius. Sara and I being the closest to him and popular at our high school never mention him, people follow suit. This is actually so fucked up. Wherever I was, she’s still there.
Lewis loved his family, he loved me. He defended his friends. No one ever has or ever will love me more, has ever treated me better. I never have and never will kiss anyone else post them vomiting. As per our three hour aim conversation in middle school, one he referenced once we started dating, the only time he didn’t have “that feeling” is when he was with me. He’d absolutely never do anything to hurt me. “Don’t worry, I’ll go first. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” He repeated, amongst other things. Gaining all my memories back, I said Mick Jagger is an idiot, he should’ve killed me first. That’s exactly what he planned on doing. Lewis sacrificed himself for me to live. Horus.
I was suppose to die Monday, 9/27, hit by a bus, 4pm afterschool. Lewis is the leader and we’d pick each other over humanity. This was the only way. If I went first he’d follow, but Lewis went first to stop me from doing so, saving all of you in turn. Lewis had a premonition, speaking in riddles, knowing one day I’d understand. He had to ensure his death, because mine was imminent.
Lewis did drugs to stop his soul from burning, once we had physical union, it did. 46 years our senior, Mick Jagger had a prophecy in 1988 and has been out to get us ever since, an upcoming article. Explaining the…look…he gave me at Miss Lily’s, one down one to go (read Revelation 8: The 27 Club).
Circling back to the IPod. Gone were the days of carrying around select compact discs and players, music became more accessible than ever, increasing Mick Jagger’s fascination over the world. Bringing me to Steve Jobs, a cancer victim, the only tech billionaire I adore. He introduced this world changing device, revolutionizing the music industry, costing musicians multi-millions in earnings yearly. In one fell swoop we went from purchasing the Forty Licks cd, to uploading free downloads on a 1000 song portable gadget. Signifying streaming is here to stay, to the detriment of Satan, who doesn’t play about his coin. Steve Jobs is just another cancer victim courtesy of Michael (read Revelation 1: Mick Jagger Is Satan).
I’d be lying if I told you I don’t miss the music, that listening to ‘Angie’ wasn’t my initial response while discussing it. A mistake I made post watching that Anita Pallenberg documentary. After finding out which songs Keith Richards wrote for her, I listened to them on Spotify. Allowing Mick Jagger to mess up my eye on election night. He’ll never be my Lewis, we’re inseparable. I belong to and with a Jew, you could never. I won’t let you distort him. Via: The Guardian & Jaquana Cornelius
Updated: 1/14/2025 7:02am
The 4/11 On The 11/11 Portal
Some things to do tomorrow for that very important portal. If you’ve been naughty, don’t bother. For everyone else, may your manifestations come true. If you can, try meditating at 11:11 am or pm. 11/11 represents divine guidance when manifesting, intuition, insight, enlightenment, spirit. In love it stands for twin flames. In angel numbers it signifies new beginnings. If you’re seeing it repeatedly it means you’re on the right track. I saw this number all the time at the beginning of my spiritual journey, now that I’ve risen into my purpose, my power, not so much, I don’t need as much guidance. Truly stunned at how far I’ve come. Extremely proud of myself. Helping others vibrate higher is why I’m here. What do you want to manifest? Via: DivineStar_Tarot
What Happened In 1440?
Nosy AF? Guilty! I like to call myself inquisitive. Naturally I needed to find out what happened 500 years ago being that this was the longest partial lunar eclipse since 1440 and bingo bango I found some information. The first witch hunt to ever take place began in Valais, Switzerland from 1428 through 1447. In 1440 it spread to Fribourg and Neuchatel. Leading to the Protestant Reformation. These trials were the first time witches were accused of maleficium- using supernatural powers to harm others in a pact with the devil. Interestingly enough one third of the witches murdered were women, two thirds were men. This is the only witch hunt where men were the focal point. Until it turned to women thanks to a painting.
1440 is the first time a witch is depicted riding a broomstick in Martin Le Franc’s “Les Champions des Dames” (The Defender Of Ladies) where he condemns heretics and witchcraft, but defends Joan of Arc in 24,000 verses…I know, but what else was there to do back then? Now this is what I’ve been trying to tell everyone, there’s a difference between witches and satanists, the patriarchy and religious fervor have wrongfully intertwined the two.
The Kardashian Jenner West family and Melanie Hamrick are satanist invoking power through deals with the devil, maleficium, until I came through. A witch is of god, of nature, respects the Earth, follows the moon, protects and defends amongst other things. The year 1440 was the first time society got it twisted regarding women. That blood moon turned the wheel for depravity to enshroud the world. This moon reversed it.
A new world order is coming as I’ve said, where karmic justice will be restored. We’re reliving Atlantis. Those who have made their demonic dealings will fall, those who worship profit over people will fall, those who side with hate and oppression will fall. The ways of old are coming to an end for humanity to live on. That is why twin flames have incarnated. It isn’t about feeling like the best soulmates ever, we’re literally here on a divine mission to raise the vibration in order for planet Earth to survive. We’ll return to source and those possessing spiritual gifts will rise to blot out those who are corrupt. That’s why the wheel–of Fortuna — turned with the blood moon. I tried my best to reform a ton of folks, but they’ve made their beds in the crevasses of hell. Oh well. Deuces hoes. Yeah all your friends will be there, but darling you won’t ever see them nor anyone you know or love again. Blessed be. This time you can’t burn us. Did you confuse satanism with witchcraft? Please note these holidays such as Christmas and Thanksgiving are predated, as in before Christianity and such, pagan rituals celebrating the land and community. Knowledge is power. Via: Hajro Photography
Witch On A Broomstick: https://www.history.com/news/why-witches-fly-on-brooms
Eternal Flame By Fernando Gomez
Wow. Everything really happens for a reason. Lesson learned and excited for this cycle to end. Writing is cathartic, when it’s out of your head and down on paper you can see the patterns. I literally sat here recounting all the relationships in the past few years that’ve taken the SAME overall turns to destruction, out of nowhere. I thank God for looking out for me, synchronizing my life, or I would never have suspected my stepdad. From the psychic who stopped me on the street to tell me he’d lit black candles, to this. There’s just NO WAY the same events happen with different people each and every single time. Same with career, but after recounting childhood in that article how could I be that blind. I mean duh bitch, wake up. Now everything down to last Thanksgiving makes sense.
Without introspection, the need to be a better person by reflecting on my role in repeating toxicity in order to take ownership and accountability, I’d never see it. Just stunned. Good always wins over evil, justice will always be served. Take the most destructive area of your life. Create four columns (see below). Find the pattern, apply the lesson and open to abundance. Via: Trunk Archive & Starseedps
| Person Or Situation | How It Started | How It Ended | My Role (actions/reactions) |
| “” | “” | “” | “” |
Saint Twenty’s Introspection Chart
Focus On Green Flags Too
Green Means Go.
Being a twin is hard, but until my twin goes from red flags to green ones it’s a no go. Spoiled by my love he wants it without doing his part, he feels entitled. It’s hard for my twin to face their behavior that’s why Mick couldn’t write his autobiography. I hope he can break his toxic patterns, stop trying to make me a throw rug. He’s succeeded being this way, but have you if you can’t face your reflection? Via: Jen Peters
Mick Jagger Is Old And Beautiful
As you can see from our second text message Mick Jagger is my actual twin flame, not fake like some celebrities (MGK and Megan are attention seekers NOT twins aha). We actually communicate telepathically, we have all the abilities twins have. We’re also here to help the planet, as twins are suppose to do. Once after a fight we astral projected in our dreams. We were shopping in L.A and he looked in the mirror and said “I remember when I didn’t have all these lines on my face, like it was just yesterday.” I messaged him about it the next day, now I see this is a major insecurity he was sharing with me. One that bothers him irl.
I love his old face, every wrinkle, every piece of sagging skin, every fold. To me he looks like my baby, especially when he smiles. He use to write me romantic poems, doing everything to earn my trust. I did everything to push him away, because I’ve been betrayed a lot. Before Mick I hadn’t had a boyfriend in six years, that’s how bad it is. All my life I loved him, even naming my cat after him. He started getting paranoid about me and other men, making stuff up in his head. It’s difficult for me to attach to someone due to fear, once I do I’ll try everything to make it work. But the truth is he became mean to me, convinced I was out to make a fool of him. The only reason I even talk about our relationship publicly is because I had to honor L’wren Scott and expose Melanie.
Mick is beautiful at 78. Age isn’t always a determinant of beauty, Melanie is unattractive disguising it with youth, to con everyone into thinking he’s lucky to have her. If she were beautiful she would have options of other men like me. She would have been a socialite with endorsement deals and a successful career. She has NONE of that, she never will unless she attempts plastic surgery. Mick could have hotter gold diggers, that’s why Melanie, who will be gone soon, used black magic. She’s weird looking, like her sister and father. Even Bianca Jagger at her age radiates beauty, one Melanie will never experience, know, or possess. Please note she deleted every account I called out, further incriminating herself.
After all I’ve done for him I do not know how he can question my loyalty, but look at the ageist society we live in. It leads to pure stupidity. How absurd do you have to be, to think Sir Mick fucking Jagger, legendary rockstar, icon, game changer, socialite of the century, a wealthy man, is lucky to have a Z-list, thin lipped, close together eyed, unshapely head, talentless, murdering, rapist, not even a but her face, uneven nostril, uneven chinned, style handicap, from the sticks, nobody ballerina? While Mick owes me an apology and action, the public owes him one. How dare you? Name someone who gets opportunities due to looks alone? Meanwhile I can’t get people to leave me alone, which is why Mick is paranoid. Via: Stones Free
Atlantis, Athena, Twin Flames
Okay so let me come clean about what’s going on here, even though I said it before. Long story short, the world is ending couldn’t you tell? The climate changes, natural disasters, COVID, The Trump administration (was going to end the world quicker than you could blink)…because we are reliving Atlantis. Atlantis sank when everyone lost there spirituality, valuing material wealth. It’s been building up for decades, centuries even, but the Kardashian Jenner West clan have accelerated us to a point of Armageddon. They have become the most influential family in the world, due to generations of satanism, Kekel Kardashian was real. All the people who aligned with them are in their coven. I even unfollowed them, because being connected to their energy is alignment.
The Kardashian’s single handedly deteriorated the arts, feminism, business ethics, stand by racism and cultural appropriation and have inspired hundreds of millions of people to value materialism by any means necessary: lie, cheat, steal, forge tax papers, sacrifice, low self-esteem, prostitution, social influencing and plastic surgery…the impact they’ve made to lower the standards and vibrations of the human race is extraordinary. Here’s where I come in. Despite being deemed the lowest caste of society, a black woman, that’s exactly why I am. People will always go where there is power, but will they do the right thing. The way I was treated while secretly dating Mick Jagger was a test of souls. Those who aligned with that family and the Hamrick’s (the biggest perpetrators of black magic) will be joining them in hell. When I say I have to balance the vibration, it’s because there is more evil than good energetically. I have to destroy them, because the demons are all here.
The Kardashian’s aren’t smart, or cool, they’re satanist who use television to glamour people into a following. That’s why they SCRAMBLED for a new deal, after saying they quit, because they make more money on social media. LIES. I’m extremely powerful, it’s fated. The biggest mistake the Illuminati made was allowing them in. The biggest mistake they made was fucking with me, that’s why I took your powers trash and The Met Gala won’t help you get them back, you know why? I have energetic plans for you guys that day.
Mick Jagger is my twin flame, that’s why our relationship is so tumultuous, because we are here to help humanity ascend. However if he doesn’t get his ego in check and shed programmed toxic masculine traits we’re doomed.
Next year is 2022, the code of love. That’s why all this shit is happening. Mick sabotaging Sara’s wedding, a loving sacred ceremony and treating me bad, due to his ego is causing karmic chaos! He booked a hotel room for this day, the passing of beloved Charlie Watts, let me go all the way to Poughkeepsie and used his star power to somehow remove his payment (even though it was days after the 72 hour cancellation). Genc Jakupi was horrible, because he was crazy. Mick is horrible because he’s afraid I’m going to leave him and needs to cure his insecurity.
When people do bad things to me it comes back to them by three. If Mick doesn’t come into union as a twin he’s going to continue to cause chaos energetically. That’s why I keep getting angry with the Jagger’s who keep doing things out of ego. When I get angry things happen, karma happens interacting with me good, or bad. The thing is we’re on a time crunch and this insignificant, now significant day proves it. The universe is making the consequences more dire, because this planet is on limited time. Join me so we can all survive AND LISTEN WHEN I SPEAK, black women save your asses everyday. Stop disrespecting us, research and DO. You have NO idea what I’ve gone through to keep your asses alive.Via: North East Tarot
The Radiant Hour
Mother says- she hesitated uncertainly- mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and- and in love before they’re born.
Via: Toxic Kids Mag
All The Good Things Are True
I flitted from soul to soul,
Hoping to find the soul that matches mine.
I almost gave up
But kept the faith and followed all of God’s signs.
With this belief I did win,
Finally finding my flame, my twin.
You are my reward and I must say,
I love you more and more everyday.