If you don't know what I mean by unraveling more of my reality, you can go back and read parts 1 and 2. ⬇️ (And remember, on the Substack app, there's a play button ▶️ in the upper right corner if you prefer to listen to this saga.)
My spiritual awakening journey led to the path I'm walking today
My ex-boyfriend getting possessed and my entire reality warping
To give context to the events in the earlier parts, let me clarify the timeline; so much unfolded simultaneously. As for everything that happened afterward, I can only share the most dramatic parts with you here.
The Mount Shasta magical story happened in the very last days of 2020. This was the inception of my ex's journey to become a healer when he found the card of a teacher in a book. A couple of weeks later, in January 2021, I did my first-ever QHHT session. This is when I was told that my purpose is to 'Help those who have chosen to be part of the New Earth remember why they are here,' and I started bawling, crying. How am I supposed to do that?! While under hypnosis, my subconscious mind said, "She’s worried she’s not doing enough… don’t worry, she is already doing it."
Dreams, Delusions, and DNA Activations:
I was working in a restaurant in Beverly Hills, unsure how to change the world, and I quit my job in April 2021 to commit to 'the artist's life.' I was writing several TV pilots to kickstart my career as a writer. Ironically, one of them featured the opening shot of a UFO crashing into the LUXOR on the Vegas Strip. (SPOILER ALERT: I still can’t believe I won an award at The Luxor for a UFO convention.) I thought I was going to sell my TV shows; I was manifesting that some cool up-and-coming director would love the feature film I wrote. But, I was running out of money.
I moved to LA to pursue writing and filmmaking ten years prior. In that time, I had so many jobs, managing restaurants, weed shops, hair salons, etc. I was always working side gigs too. Sometimes I would work a full shift, then go bartend at a rave until 4 am. I had so much trauma around money that I felt if I ever missed a day of work, I could end up homeless or something. I lived like that for over 15+ years. In 2020, when the lockdowns happened, it was like my body said, 'Thank you.' I was able to fully set aside my 3D life; this was the longest I had gone since I was 15 years old without working.
The feeling of knowing that in a day or two I would have to return to work and didn't realize how much I was limiting myself. It's obvious in ways like, 'Oh, I can't drink or do mushrooms because I gotta work tomorrow.' But I didn't realize I wasn't even letting my body fully relax because I knew I'd have work to go to.
That time in 2020 reminded me of a previous version of myself. I wanted to jump back into writing and live the dream that I came here to do. I had saved a nice chunk of money and felt I could put a down payment on a condo. But after the lockdowns, I decided to invest in myself, go all into my writing career, and give myself no backup plan.
So, by the point I was rotting in bed for the entire month of July 2021 when I got that terrible case of COVID, and I didn't emerge until August, I was at the end of the money allotted for my ultimate success, lol. I gave myself 6 months to make it big, haha, like I hadn't already been living in LA for over a decade at that point; I was reawakened by the younger version of myself that came here with big dreams!
My money was almost gone, but no worries, I was staying delusional. Even while I was sick, I believed this horrible month of suffering was some type of cellular ascension. I kept saying, 'Please, I want my DNA upgrades.' I had gotten pretty fixated on these concepts about 12-strand DNA. That alien-reiki healer guy claimed to connect with Arcturians to see how many strands you had activated. Clearly, I wanted the rest of those 12 strands ASAP; I had a New Earth to attend.
During that month, a star in the sky was visible from my bed every night. It would flash at me, flicker white and blue sometimes. It was Arcturus! I felt I was being told that I should work with them too, and that's what led to me doing the 5D Activation at the end of August 2021, even though I barely had any money.
I was going to 5D, BABY. There's no amount!! Take my last dollar, this is Priceless!! Ascension don’t cost a thing. Lol. (I wouldn’t advise this.) Well. You know what happens next; all my plans got flipped upside-down. Read part 2.
Ex-Files and Unscripted Sequels
The universe had really piled it on because the following week after the ending of part 2, my writing mentor crossed a line with me, and I really looked up to this guy. He helped me so much, and I thought he was amazing. I was going through my breakup, and he was going through a divorce. We had been hanging out, having dinner, and drinking, and he misinterpreted my offer to wait with him until his Uber arrived because he was drunk. I think he interpreted this as something sexual; I don't know.
This man then goes to lean in, FOR A KISS, and kisses my hair!!
I was no longer a woman, at that moment. I transformed into a WWE wrestler walking to the ring, ready to teach him a lesson. I got so aggressive like I was going to kick his ass right there in the street. I was screaming, "Why would you try to kiss me?" And he said, "You’re safe; you’re not in danger." And I said, "No shit, I’m not in danger; Answer my question. Why did you try to kiss me?! YOU KISSED MY FUCKING HAIR. WOULD YOU KISS MY HAIR IF I WAS A MAN?!”
Just as I was turning into the Hulk, a black cat came up to me on the street… the streets of LA!! I am at level 10 aggression, and this cat starts rubbing and purring on me. WTF!
I couldn't believe this. I had told him previously how much it meant to me that he was willing to help me without expecting sex or anything in return. That was my experience with working in the entertainment industry. I had already expressed to him how important it was to me that our relationship was platonic and that he genuinely supported me because of my work and creativity, and not because it was a plan to get me into bed or something. Even though he just kissed my hair, it was like a slap in the face, and that's why I started acting like I was gonna slap him in the face.
This damn cat keeps nudging me as I’m ready to take out a lifetime of frustration on this dude. I don't know why; it was almost like an autopilot reaction. For some dumb reason, unbeknownst to me, I reach to pick up this cat. Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?!
As expected, it shrieks and scratches the shit out of me, gashing my arm open in multiple places. How dramatic. And honestly embarrassing when you’re threatening to beat someone up and then you get mauled by an animal. But weirdly, it pulled me back into my body. I was lost in rage, but that cat ripping my arm open pulled me back into my body and snapped me out of it. Now that I was bleeding, I was like, you know what! Forget this, I'm done, and walked away. We never spoke again.
I expected him to apologize. I was also part of his workshop. I was never sent another link to join again. Some of my fellow students had reached out to me later, congratulating me on some fake job that he made up for me. He said that I got hired on something big and he couldn’t give any details to explain my absence. Multiple people congratulated me on the super-secret job that I never had. But in reality, I barely had two nickels to rub together and no job.
Well, sort of because my friend would occasionally hire me to assist event planners. So a couple of days later, I go to work as a bartender at a gallery for the opening night of an art show. I had been so emotionally beaten up for months. My mentor betraying my trust was the icing on the cake. Little did I know the cherry on top was on its way. But of course it was running late...
I worked at the event, kept my head down, and just pushed through. I am good at hiding my emotions, and in a lot of ways, I wasn’t even good at acknowledging that myself. We were finishing up and I had already cleaned up and had packed away the extra sushi when the event organizer comes up to me and says, "Is there any food left? This is the photographer, he just got here, and he hasn’t eaten."
I’m just going through the motions, so I say, "Oh yeah, I’ll prepare a plate for him. Let me go get the food; I just packed it up." As I wonder what the photographer is doing arriving when the whole event is done. How unprofessional.
And then the photographer says, “Jenn!” I look back over my shoulder and say, “Yeah, I’m working on it; just give me a sec.”
And they say it again, Jenn?!
I respond, annoyed, “Fine, just come back here behind the bar; it’ll be ready in a sec.”
He comes behind the bar, right behind me, and I’m crouched over unpacking the food, “Jenn!!!”
I spin around with the plate of sushi in hand, like “Here!” thinking to myself, who the hell told this guy my name?
“Jenn! It’s me!”
I go into a state of shock and basically float outside of my body and stay outside of it for the rest of this interaction.
Oh my God, it was the alcoholic ex-boyfriend that I walked in on cheating on me. I haven't seen this guy in 5 years. IF IT WASN'T FOR HIM, I WOULD HAVE NEVER ENDED UP WITH PART 2 OF THIS STORY. For years, I always thought I was going to bump into him. But now I just got dragged through a breakup and then sort of a breakup with my mentor; I had been through such a hard few months, and this last week had felt like it was going to kill me. And there he is, smiling ear to ear.
And I’m speechless.
He says, “You look great; you look exactly the same.” And I’m like, “Oh my God, I didn't even recognize you,” struggling to even get the words out. He explained to me that he has been sober for almost five years now. And to be honest, his energy was a completely different person. It doesn't even feel or look or seem like the same person that I was in love with.
This was interesting timing because after my last relationship ended, I had kind of started to romanticize the beginning of this previous relationship, that love at first sight feeling that we experienced in the beginning. It was like the universe needed to put him in front of me to remind me that neither of us are the same people anymore. And that there was nothing to romanticize here.
It was a very honest interaction; neither of us did the whole I'm doing great; I'm better off without you performance when you see an ex. I told him seeing you right now is really messing me up because I just went through a breakup with someone who also cheated on me, and so much of the pain that I went through at the end of our relationship has been replaying for me. And he followed up with, he also had a very hard time. That he almost drank himself to death, and that he had experienced a horrible accident. I said I knew about it.
He was shocked that I had heard about it, but he seemed relieved that he didn’t need to retell the story. He was in good spirits, but I was feeling outside of my body. For months, the pain of everything and the simultaneous numbness I had been feeling was overwhelming. I felt like the universe was trying to take me out this week.
He gives me his business card, says he has a new phone number and that we should get lunch sometime. I said, “I’m not gonna call you. Everything we need to catch up on can be said right here right now.” He starts shoving the sushi into his mouth like a timer set off. We were locked-in talking to each other, knowing this would be our last interaction. Looking back now, I realized that I continuously kept hitting him in the arm, or in the chest, or in the stomach to emphasize the end of my sentences. He's honestly lucky that five years had passed, so they could just be soft slaps and nudges.
Then the event organizer's wife comes up next to us and says, “Oh, I see you’ve met our Photographer. He is such a great guy.” I say, “Him?! This guy's a piece of crap; he's my ex-boyfriend,” as I hit him again, and we both start laughing, but she stands there in shock that I’m supposed to be working there and I’m trashing their photographer. “He broke my freaking heart,” he looks at her and shrugs. She quickly and awkwardly gets away from our bullshit.
We said everything we needed to say in this 20-minute conversation. Oh, he offered me some self-help book suggestions. I rolled my eyes like, DUDE. I’ve been reading self-help books since you broke my heart. I’m good on your book suggestions. No thanks. The audacity. Not an apology for what he did to me. But book recommendations. We part ways with a hug and wish each other luck out there in the world. So long, bud.
I got in my car, and it was like every time the GPS told me to make a turn, I would just keep driving straight because I was so shocked by what had happened. I was completely confused and out of it. But looking back, I actually see that this was a big chapter ending for me.
Now I can see why all these doors were closing, storylines were ending, characters were killed off, written out of the show. My story was changing. When the universe is piling it on, it’s so hard at the moment, but looking back, I can see it was shutting out everything that no longer served me. It was the Death card in Tarot. Wait no, this shit was the TOWER.
Originally, I had planned to skip over this part and jump straight into my jk ultra era. However, I reconsidered, not wanting to just gloss over it because as they say, sometimes when it rains, it pours. I decided to include these unfortunate events because when things seem to pile on, the desire to give up can be overwhelming. But you must remember, they say the point at which you're about to give up is exactly when you're on the verge of a breakthrough. It could be as simple as a workout; pushing through those last few reps is where change happens. The same could happen in any area of your life.
All of that unfolded in November 2021 – the betrayal by a mentor, a chance encounter with my Saturn-return ex, and then my most recent ex reappearing while including one of the individuals he cheated on me with in the same email. I had no idea what was about to finally break through for me.
From Breakdowns to Breaking the Internet
Around this time, two of my girlfriends and I decided to start a little coven. It wasn’t anything crazy, just 3 gals with goals keeping each other accountable and cheering each other on while manifesting together.
The New Year (2022) rolled around, we were talking about how TikTok is booming, and joked that NOT getting a TikTok is basically not buying Bitcoin when it was the price of a pizza! Imagine the people who bought a pizza with Bitcoin 10 years ago, the deep deep regret. So we said let's do a TikTok Challenge. All 3 of us will post one video a day.
Days earlier someone randomly asked me if I was a professor, what would I teach? I jokingly said Conspiracy Theory 101. So when our little coven began the challenge, I thought it could be like conspiracy school! When should we start? One of them said, How about tonight? Tonight?! Where do I start?!!?!?
OOOO! I KNOW!! Did you know Ghislaine Maxwell had one of the most powerful Reddit accounts of all time?! I did a 3-minute video as best I could, and to my surprise, the video popped off! I couldn’t believe it! My Video had 30,000 views on it! So I did part 2, and it also did well. I started with 48 followers and was quickly nearing 10K.
Wow, if they liked that… THEN I GOT A LOT MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!!
The next morning, I drove to the In-N-Out Burger that Ghislaine Maxwell was “Seen” at in LA. When the whole world was looking for Ghislaine after Epstein died, the NY POST came out with a photo of Ghislaine in LA; it was clearly a decoy. I not only showed how the photo was old, but I sat at the same seat she did. That was the first time I hit a million views.
I was on a high, and again thinking… OOOOH I GOT SOMETHING EVEN BETTER FOR YA.
I drove to the Brittany Murphy House. Mind you, she bought it from Britney Spears, who said it was haunted! The house was demolished and was in full rebuild mode. There was an HBO documentary everyone was talking about, but they didn't even acknowledge that Brittany Murphy was a witness against the Dept of Justice. That’s when I did a 3-part series about what REALLY happened. That broke a million views again within a day.
I wasn’t even a week into the challenge, but it was blowing up. That’s when I stepped into everyone’s favorite Rabbit Hole, JonBenet Ramsey. I did a 20-part series with all the lesser-known details. It was like everything I had spent hours awake at night researching, every rabbit hole, every time I was up until 4 am, was oddly paying off in the strangest, most beautiful, couldn’t-be-more perfect way.
That JonBenet series was wild; TikTok took down parts of it. There’s a woman who was involved with the family after the murder who started the online conspiracy theories back in the 90s. I even did a whole video on this woman’s involvement, and it’s so funny she saw it!! She posted her reactions on Reddit. I literally BECAME part of the JonBenet Lore. What is my life?!
I was about 3 weeks into the challenge, and I thought, Oh, I know what series they are gonna enjoy. The rabbit hole of me finding out about the Antichrist, and all the Dolores Cannon-Nostradamus stuff that made me almost lose my mind. I was worried I needed to possibly stop the antichrist, which COULD HAVE BEEN A MAJOR CRIME!
This is the moment my life changed—forever.
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You are the ultimate storyteller. I can’t believe this is your life!! That black cat part is insane.
I’m in shock. ..As if I was riding shotgun 🫠