Before I played a role in exposing some truths about the NXIVM cult, I was already a lifelong magnet for parasites and predators. Starting this project only accelerated that fact. This reality has given me a deep appreciation for solitude.
Since the NXIVM situation, all these new supposedly caring strangers on the internet have shown a powerful preoccupation with trying to ascertain what I’m really after.
It is through them that I have learned about their carrots and their sticks. When I was a celebrity photographer, I used to wonder if the big publicists maintained their ridiculous amount of power through wielding blackmail material.
Since I’m not a part of their club and don’t want to be, I don’t see how I can fall prey to their particular brand of blackmail. (I suspect NXIVM had a lot to do with generating blackmail.) Since I don’t want anything they’ve got or can offer, they seem very frustrated.
What I find interesting is that they never seem to really believe me when I tell them that I want to attempt to do something towards correcting the wrongs that have been perpetrated against Napoleon.
At this point, I’m really just mostly making art about Napoleon. Why don’t all these agents want me spreading knowledge and truth?
That’s your smoking gun all day.
Below is the constant trick they try on me. I say these things openly because I am hoping that more people will see how we are being poisoned by a very small little secretive group which relies on infiltration, subversion, abuse, bribery and threats to maintain its power.
