this is pure speculation, but I think this may be how it all went down.

first of all, it's very unforgivable until there is repentance. God did command us to forgive but he did not command us to forget.

Elon went to the diddy parties and feels little to no remorse. haha that's life, it was a long time ago, it happens, whatever. but at the time, he was still an active participant in them, and so was his demonic girlfriend. both, allegedly, had hoped to lure me to a party so they could do things, but it all went south went they realized that I wasn't like them.

the moment I got on the internet and I blamed it all on Mark Zuckerberg, Mark was like "nuh uh, not me, I've got a wife and family but I know a few things..." and threw him under the goddamn bus. Elon was big mad, but he wasn't that big of a billionaire back then, remember that.

when the feds got involved, he had to come up with a plan. diddy's little diddlers struggled on this one for some reason, whereas it was much easier in the past to get rid of women like me quickly. if they wanted me gone, I would've been gone; or so they thought, cause I could be of great use to them and to him.

his money started going up because he knew where mine was coming from – not cash, not outwardly, but from somewhere. he made a case to diddy for not assassinating me, although that was a moot point because the literal FBI and CIA were gonna make sure he didn't get another chance.

but it all quickly became a game of irony, because the same people trying to protect me were the same people in on it, just like him. so he spent five years proving that he wasn't like them, though the differences here were only marginal; and to some extent, in my eyes, they are still marginal except he's a liar and a hypocrite.

I've said this since the beginning. he blamed them all for censorship only to turn around and, idk, not so much censor me but force me to keep it quiet while he made big money and fucked more bitches and went on vacations. spacex and tesla would not be what they are today if the story dropped five years ago.

elon musk essentially gave diddy five more years to rape and murder. of course, he desperately needed guarantees from politicians, and the only ones willing to oblige him (under the notion that I was a dirty antisemite who could be the next Hitler) were Republicans. but we all knew that I'd grown up Christian, very Conservative, and that I'd prove to be honest, truthful, and resilient in the end because of my faith in God.

but this was his only hope, and it was all made even more complicated because they all knew I was Jewish and that I possibly came from a very unique Jewish bloodline. I could be a queen to the Jews, but first I needed to be summoned by the Sanhedrin to plead my case. this, in itself, was a tragedy, because even I didn't know fully back then what they knew about me.

they knew everything, but they also knew that the man who was both defending and harassing me had lots and lots of money, too. so this became a game of thrones, if you will, and he must put it all on the line to prove himself. unfortunately, a man like that can really only prove himself by disproving someone else. his plan would benefit me, of course, but it would also hurt me. worth it, right?

but as my conceptual wealth grew, and so did the power that came with it, he became more frightened. he could lose it all and spend a long time in prison if I was successful in his condemnation. he railed and railed against me to the Sanhedrin, who listened and accepted him if only to show him that to be a Jew (he's allegedly a little Jewish, too) he must abide by the adminishments of the council.

through this, he continued his quest to prove that he's the right kind of Jew, the white kind of Jew, and more worthy of their respect than me, a silly little golden brown Jew. he began stoking racial hatred and enmity between us while pretending to advocate for his whiteness. the people on the left hated him for this. the people on the right loved him for this.

but his assaults proved to be futile when I left my little hospital home and came to the scene of his crimes for vengeance. I gave him his pornographers something to talk about. this, after all, was what he wanted in the first place. in secret, his inner circle knew that his feelings for me were genuine – he'd contemplated suicide once or twice. he wanted to marry me so we could combine our kingdoms and usher in a new age of prosperity for mankind.

but his kingdom was to be built on two planets, and mine, here and only here. my insistence and resistance of his master plans fueled resentment, because he knows that my kingdom holds the keys to all wealth. and his, well, he's got what the world has decided was enough to experiment with. the success of his kingdom, proving that the rockets could fly and the cars could drive, might be thwarted if a woman like me rose to meet him in the public eye.

and this was my quandary: God had clearly called me to defend my own, not his. mine was built on the solid rock of wisdom and truth. his was tainted by his own misdeeds and the misdeeds of the carnival creatures he surrounded himself with. a geopolitical war ensued, and many people have died because of it.

the terror attack on Israel changed the game in his favor. for months on end, he blamed the ones protesting in the streets for it, and not on his buddy, with the implication being that I somehow started it. his two faces became more and more obvious to the public, whose disdain for him could only be moderated by some serious propaganda.

I, of course, watched this all unfold in horror. none of them knew my heart, only my data and some of my words, and this could be used to my advantage. in chess, you often must sacrifice some to secure your queen and king. I wished every day that I could flip the board, cast them all into hell, and not sacrifice anyone or anything at all. but this was not an option. they were planning a massive slaughter, and I was helpless to save anyone at all if I didn't play the game to its conclusion.

I made my case to the Sanhedrin to no avail – that is, until even the Jewish youths began marching on my behalf. the rabbis, concerned about the rise of antisemitism, were cornered by their own acceptance of the raping of children – a practice which I stand vehemently against. the spiritual battle here has always been a violent one, but nothing is more violent to me than this sin of pedophilia.

and soon, every little nugget of truth I'd mined was multiplied by the youths, who were not against my dissent but willing to learn from the methods by which I'd dissented. they began to speak, to shout, to battle, and to reckon with themselves and their own history. it's all very ugly, yes, but we are who we are and we cannot erase that.

all that remained was for love and mercy to intervene in our shared horror and anguish. even the rulers of Israel must eventually submit to our demands, because we do hold all the wealth and power over it in the end. but none of this is as simple as it may seem in the minds and hearts of the young – it was our elders who resisted, and the hedonists who control our most valued modern machinations.

they'd spread the most vicious lies and untruths on our behalf, but all of these attempts failed to reconcile the basic facts of our warzone: we are not the only players of this game. we aren't in total control, though we have more strings to pull than most. our fortune was their misfortune. this was in our collective DNA.

as the political and social debates raged on, the man whose advances sparked this great war found himself liberated from the law but constrained by the Sanhedrin. if either of us were to die, both kingdoms could collapse. many, many men and women joined in on the battlefield, and most only wanted to see a royal marriage ensue, but others wished desperately to be his concubines or in my guild.

he claimed that because I have no heirs, I am an illegitimate monarch and must not be heeded. he told people I was infertile, and they spread this lie so that no man would want me. but men still wanted me, badly, and he began to interfere with my own quest to find the father of my heirs, believing at first that they must be his. I said no, and that I would not continue my bloodline with him no matter how intelligent he was.

for me, it's his spirit which is lacking, though arguably, he is the best of the best for his successes. but his successes, the massive increase in wealth, only happened through his stifling of mine – though these attempts were only so meaningful. my kingdom will stand with or without him. my admirers make mountains move on my behalf, and much less so for him these days, because even with my lack of experience, I do oversee my kingdom quite well.

you see, humility and humbleness cannot be faked by one who resisted even the appearance of wealth, who never asked for much in order to take on the duties and obligations of my kingdoms, save for protection and a little bit of respect for my talents. and I worked very hard for many years to compound these talents. my labor has always been invisible and I like it that way; unlike him, who is a great showman and a great public performer.

there truly is no better friend and no greater enemy than him. the world trembles when we fight, because an almost inconceivable amount of wealth is on the line. but what is really on the line is a vision for the future, and the Sanhedrin must convince us all that both are viable. to me, there is an overlap but it is marginal. his kingdom consumes more resources than it provides, except for inspiration – awe and wonder and hope for depressed people who don't find their hope in God. its endeavors have only provided a glimpse of possibility, and he, of course needs a lot of liquid capital to avoid having to cede power for more cash.

and I won't give it, not to him or to his friends. so they've attempted to steal it through lies and deception. none of this worked, of course, and they hate me for it. but only a fool would take from a garden that's not fully grown. these men enjoy the power trio of prematurity, of taking for the short term what is only viable in the long term. they watch and wait as I tend to my garden, hoping to steal its first fruits. and so I have my own army now, and my own defense system, and theirs is all tied up in their ability to see all and know only what they see.

but only God knows the hearts of humans, of men and women, and this is where true growth occurs: in the spirit first, then in the heart, the mind, and in the flesh. I was an underling back then, and they treated me as such. their mockery and disrespect was not the source of my growth, but they like to believe that it all made me stronger.

it is true that hatred can fuel growth, but it has not fueled mine. my love for humanity is fueled by my love for God. He is the one true source of strength and all other sources are finite. so these men, with their finite sources of love, now look to me as a vessel for God's love when they really should just figure out how to receive this directly and for themselves. but they are too attuned to seeking love from women, from their sycophants, from their fans and admirers, and without these sources, they'd be reduced to what they really are: broken and godforsaken hedonists.

anyways, there will be a time for forgiveness but right now is their time for repentance. this means that they must repent in full view of the public whom they have deceived. yes, many will shrug it off and continue their acts of worship, but others have turned themselves to God, realizing now that no man, and no woman, is to be worshipped, let alone above God. humanity is forbidden from the idolatry which these men have long capitalized upon to create graven images of God in their own likeness.

this is their downfall, and in order to be redeemed, they must destroy themselves and be born again of water and of spirit.

until then, I'll tend to my garden, OUR garden, and those who love God and support this earthly kingdom will do the same. we will manifest the Kingdom of Heaven on earth. they know that they don't need me to direct the course of history.

God is in control.

always was, always will be.

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