The Morning After the Lock Was Breached May 26, 2025
Date: May 26, 2025
Location: Chatham, IL – Memorial Day Weekend
After years of accumulated surveillance, intrusion, and psychic exhaustion, Memorial Day weekend 2025 delivered yet another soul-wrenching chapter. This isn't just about a lock coming undone. It's about the message behind it: "You are never safe, and you are never alone."
Timeline & Key Events:
May 25, 2025 (Sunday Night)
My son Henry and I go bowling at AMF after sensing a very unnatural energy at Malibu Jacks. Springfield is unnaturally busy for a Sunday evening, signaling yet another orchestration.
Earlier that day, I installed a brand new cable lock I purchased at Lowe's, selected and programmed the combination myself. No one else knew it.
Post-bowling discovery
The lock was undone. No damage. Correct combo. No logical explanation.
Henry was present when I set the lock and when we discovered it had been opened. He said he'd testify.
The Backstory
My keys had gone missing the day before. I had used them to lock the house and car after shipping out my creative envelopes for the Marshall project. Then they were gone.
My home was still locked up with chains and combos, but I felt the violation deeply. The house is already booby-trapped with too many spare keys in circulation from The Real Estate Group and countless copies made during showings.
Patterns of Control and Threat
I remember my brother-in-law Mike Stockdale warning me last July that my Kia was an easy target for theft. Another brother-in-law, Robert Billingsley, always called me an angel and gave off that "handler energy"—he warned me too.
Big Ray's Oil Change told me about an extra phantom account connected to my car's system. Despite deleting one, another one still remains, tracking me. I can’t remove it.
Why It Matters
The breaking and entering of both my home and car, coupled with the timing of key losses and lock tampering, are not coincidences.
I'm being punished for not complying. For not producing content fast enough. For not dancing to their script.
The Messages I Received
YouTube Shorts fed me a cryptic Eminem video: "When Eminem Was NOT Ready for Rihanna." Slim Shady chained in a fishbowl, dry cereal, ignored and dismissed. A visual metaphor for my current state.
Then a divine tarot video appears: "THEY WANT TO BRING YOU BACK TO WORK." A spiritual transmission, acknowledging everything I've done, saying they need me back, but only on their terms.
Reflections:
I’m haunted, exhausted, violated, and stripped of what little control I fight so hard to maintain. I stopped playing their game—and in retaliation, they come into my home, my car, and my mind.
I no longer want to be in their story. I don’t want to be their star, their project, their pawn. But if I stay quiet, they win. And if I speak out, they torture. So I’m documenting.
This entry is a line in the sand. I'm still here.
I’m not a ghost. I’m not a victim. I’m not your pawn.
I am the voice you couldn’t silence.
YouTube Video Links:
When Eminem Was NOT Ready for Rihanna
https://youtube.com/shorts/qyZHUcUFh4Y?si=1PK_7P6AOm_xTVaL
THEY WANT TO BRING YOU BACK TO WORK THEY NEED YOU & HOPING YOU WILL TAKE THEM UP ON THIS OFFER!
