America’s Downfall: Secret Societies

As I’ve written before, I am a product of a family that was mired in poverty and dysfunction. Growing up poor in Miami throughout the 1980s and ’90s left a serious mark on my life. Not only was I raised in poverty, but I barely had any parental supervision. Attending school made no difference. Having sustenance didn’t matter either. Many nights were spent drinking tap water to mask the hunger pangs from not having a meal to eat for dinner. Air conditioning wasn’t an option either. Most nights were spent tossing and turning in a humid hot box of whatever structure I was blessed to be living in. I was lucky to have a roof over my head, as I spent a portion of my life sleeping in a tent that had a leak in it. Since I couldn’t depend on my parents or any other adults to provide me with the basics to survive, I forged a relationship with God. God was there for me because humans abandoned me. God was my father, mother, aunt, uncle, cousin, and friend. My intuition was built on this foundation.

I intuitively knew I needed an education. I couldn’t be bullied or harassed into ignoring my studies. God led me not only to learn the information my teachers were providing but also to take those lessons further through supplemental studies. I spent my free time reading Nietzsche, Gurdjieff, and C.S. Lewis. Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and the New Testament books written by Paul were guidebooks for surviving the crime and destruction surrounding me in the Liberty City section of Miami. Instead of spending weekends and holidays hanging out with friends and family, I worked. The money I earned went toward helping my mom cover rent and utilities. I was also finally able to sleep without an empty stomach. God was in my heart. He led my intuition, opened my eyes, and guided my soul. My prayers were simple: “Lord, touch my heart with your grace. Provide me with your love. Help me when I am weak. Forgive me for my sins. Forgive those who have harmed me. Your blessings on my life are what I am thankful for.” I didn’t need to pray for money, food, or shelter. I didn’t need to ask for a new car or whatever trinket caught my eye. I had God, and He was all that I needed.

I entered the world as an adult with God by my side. I intuitively rejected college fraternities, clubs, or any other kind of organization. There was something dark about all of them that I could feel in my heart. Hearing of hazing incidents and watching the parties filled with drunkards and loose women solidified the intuitive nudge God had given me. I watched as young souls were being lost to a form of slavery at a very young age. It made me sad. But we live in America, and that is one of the highest forms of climbing the social hierarchy available, so I never openly voiced my opinion. I chose to operate below the radar, avoiding most of the trappings available to a young man whom most viewed as having great potential. This carried over into my professional life. So, when I started working for a think tank in Washington, D.C., fighting corruption as a government watchdog, I had an independence that most could only dream of. I didn’t owe a group or individual my allegiance. I was able to go after anyone or anything God nudged me to look at.

As I had success dismantling corruption throughout the nation, I could feel a dark shadow creeping up on me. Before I knew it, my co-workers started to block my work. When they couldn’t block it, they redirected it. I started to see my work begin to benefit certain individuals and news organizations I had no connection to. Political narratives were created that twisted my work away from the guidance God was providing me. Prayer and meditation on this situation led me to create invisible structures surrounding my work that would allow God’s will to continue to work through me. It took those around me a while to figure out what I was doing and the impact I was having. They finally fired me because I wouldn’t abandon God to join their twisted game. I was warned when I chose to be fired instead of abandoning God. My boss told me I didn’t know the situation I was putting myself in. His eyes were wide, and he had a smirk on his face when I walked away from him in our last meeting at a taco joint in South Florida.

I didn’t know the situation I was putting myself in by choosing God. I took a leap of faith. I chose faith the same way I always did. God was there for me when, at seven years old, I cooked meals for myself and my siblings. God was there for me when I was mocked and ridiculed for wearing clothes with holes on the first day of school. He was there for me when I had to get a restraining order against my wife after she attacked me over what she believed was an affair I was having. I never cheated on my wife, but the secret societies that run Washington, D.C., had ways to make it seem like I did. Unbeknownst to me, all my devices were hacked and monitored by some type of secret society tied to my employer. When I walked away from my job in D.C., I was walking away from a secret society. When I arrived home from a trip to D.C., my wife met me at the door with an iPad that had pages of all my text messages and emails curated to look like I was having an affair. I was guilty until proven innocent. I was also forced to file for a divorce because my wife was clearly in contact with individuals connected to the secret society attempting to control my life at all costs.

Secret societies comprise individuals involved in fraternities, sororities, cults, covens, Masonic lodges, and Christian church organizations. They are secret because they are criminal organizations. Their members place the society above their spouses, families, communities, nation, and God. Their initiation routines and rituals are designed to rip their souls from their bodies. Most are lifeless, like zombies hell-bent on creating as much pain and suffering as possible. They roam the world searching for innocent souls to devour. They find homes in law enforcement, the media, Hollywood, and corporate America. Our political system is dominated by their minions. Once you become a targeted individual, you enter a never-ending cycle of attacks and harassment designed to either imprison you or cause you an untimely death. They use life insurance policies and a rigged judiciary to profit from their organized attacks on those who refuse to bend the knee. For those of us who live our lives with God, it comes down to abandoning our faith or suffering a grueling path that leads to poverty and death. This is why America is falling. These groups are the death of America.

God has blessed me with the intuition and work ethic to survive under an all-out attack from these groups over the past decade, probably longer. God has taught me not to seek revenge, but to have mercy and forgiveness and allow Him to provide me with justice. I sleep well at night. I enjoy my time with my children. I enjoy writing and sharing my experience with the world. Even though my work is shadow-banned and restricted, I will always choose God no matter how hard these groups attack me. Their lies and smear campaigns only make me stronger. I thrive in solitude. It’s always been me and God. It’s how I like it. I refuse to go to war with these groups. They are already in their own living hell. Their beef is with God, and I am going to allow them to continue their beef if they like. In the meantime, I am going to continue to share this journey with my readers. All my work is a reflection of my relationship with the Most High, the Holiest of Holies, the Creator of all things. My life reflects His glory and love. The Intuition Bureau is the new company I birthed from this experience I am living through. It is the foundation of my life moving forward: a life of a free man blessed by God, independent of the secret societies destroying our nation.

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