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I typed up a little BDSM guide as content for one of my businesses and I’m very happy with it.


“I want to empower women. I want people to be afraid of the people I dress.”
Alexander McQueen


Learn about the Art of self-seduction – we promise you that there’s nothing more frightening than a kinky fashionista whose only obsession is herself… make him frightened to approach you and he’ll fix himself up before he starts invading your personal space.

Through loving yourself unconditionally – you have already mastered S & M because no one else can break the bond between you and yourself. (They might try, but they will lose themselves in doing so.)

The issue with 50 Shades of Grey is the protagonist is thrust into a life style she was never even remotely interested in. But if you’re truly jumping on the BDSM bandwagon, we’re going to give you a few suggestions as to how to keep things chic.

Firstly – the sub is always the dominant one. Dita Von Teese said so. Dita is eternally chic. If you can be comfortably submissive because the person you’re engaging with has low self esteem and needs to feel in control – then you’re the one in control. But know that if they take that sense of strength too far and outside of your personal dynamic without learning what they need to learn from you – it’ll be damaging for them. The World is a damaging place for a control freak that has no self control, no self esteem.

Secondly – the BDSM lifestyle attracts a lot of losers desperate for love, a purpose or simply for a person to fix their lives. You can’t fix anyones life, love can’t grow from desperation, and no education or degree can help you fix a person’s life. A degree in psychology or psychiatry might help you understand them a little better, but it can’t teach you empathy. But you can teach them to love themselves.
We can’t promise your various subs won’t endeavour to learn how to hack you – so keep your webcam and mic covered. We can’t promise that they won’t take up some form of meditation so they can learn telepathy or how to leave their bodies so they can find you when you’re trying to have a nice lunch with a relative. Some people are very entitled – and have poor manners. You can teach them manners.

If you can teach people manners and inspire them to love themselves – you might scare them away in the process, but think of it as a selfless act – you’ve done what their parents couldn’t do. You’re already the very best kind of woman there is – an adoptive mother.

With our tips you’ll have him screaming “MERCY, MERCY” but you won’t hear him because your tinnitus goes wild when you’re near boring.

Step One: Perfect your bitchy face and that face you make when you’re disappointed/bored AF in the mirror & it doesn’t even matter what you’re wearing. It’ll pop into his head every time he does something stupid. Including thinking about you when he could be doing something useful, like creating art.

Step Two: The female form is divine, that includes your silhouette, belly rolls (or lack thereof) and even the hair on your upper lip. Ask any artist – even the homosexual ones – it’s all about women. Know you’re perfect, even when you don’t think so.

Step Three: Admire strong women, past or present – do you think Jane Goodall ever said “sorry, I’m too busy to study/save the apes today – got to get my breasts done, anus bleached and my leg hair lasered off”?? No – she donned a good bra, and probably didn’t have the time or patience to get to trust a man enough to let him gaze into her anus. Also it is probably difficult to feel insecure about how a man regards your body when you already hate men for killing off endangered species.

And if you can’t find anyone worth admiring – admire future-you. Future-you is full of pity – which is exactly the kind of emotion that makes Christian Greys cry into their pillows at night.

Step Four: be comfortable with the functions of the human anatomy, because when you are aware of your own perfection – some people will stoop as low as to make you feel insecure for doing what you need to, to survive.

Step Five: Know what you like, be unafraid to try new things – the worst case scenario is realising what you don’t like and any pursuit of self knowledge is worthwhile.

Step Six: Finance is not status. Money does not define you, it just makes things a little more fun, and it’s good for making your ideas a reality. Your cash balance has nothing to do with your value as a person. If you love yourself you’ll feel as good in a baggy tshirt as you do in Alexander McQueen.

The cash in his wallet is not an aphrodisiac. But do let him think so, his self esteem needs that. Tell him how much you admire his ability to accumulate wealth, especially if he’s flashing it all over the place. Actually if a man uses cash as an accessory – he’s probably not going to spend it on you. Don’t expect him to either, unless having money spent on you brings out your inner slut and he happens to be into your inner slut. Chances are he’s terrified of your inner slut though.
Stingy men are the anti-aphrodisiac, you might be inclined to over look this trait but it will infuriate you as time passes. If his idea of generosity is a night in with a take-away, he has NEVER had good sex and you deserve better than that. But don’t ditch him without telling him how cheap he is, ok? Do the woman he pursues after you a favour. Think good deeds unto your sisters and pass along an upgraded parcel.

Larry David is beloved-American-sitcom wealthy and wrote a Curb episode about not having enough cash on him to buy his wife a bracelet. If Larry David is more suave than whoever you’re seeing – ditch them. For their own good – and yours.

If he’s rocking a bank card or fifty he is either way too legal to be playing the BDSM game and/or probably uses it to buy roofies on the e-silk road. Sad times, not chic.

Step Seven: If you’re offered a drink that isn’t sealed with impenetrable packaging, don’t accept it. No matter how ‘trustworthy’ a person is. Being comfortable to dialogue about this might save someone’s life. Human interaction is not all about you.

Step Eight: Have ideas, dreams and aspirations, many in fact.

In Grease, the musical from the seventies – Jan has a pocket book of photos of men and offers it to Sandy and says “here honey, have one of mine” – be like that – about ideas.

If you’re working a job you hate talking about, and someone says “what do you do?” you can say “I’m dreaming and aspiring to something great, although I don’t know what that is yet.”

Ideas are more valuable than cash and make you a good conversationalist – good conversation is much more valuable than cash. Ideas make you unforgettable, makes for unique conversation.
Have so many ideas that it won’t bother you when people start stealing them – and be okay with people who have the level of insecurity that they feel comfortable belittling your ideas.

Secure people who love themselves do not belittle other people for having the guts to discuss the potential they see in others. BDSM is a psychological practice before it is a sexual one – if you aren’t making people feel good about themselves, having sex won’t make them feel good either. There is nothing worse than sex that leaves you feeling rubbish afterwards.
If your self esteem comes from a place of helping others – when a person leaves a conversational exchange with you feeling like they could be a better person – there is potential for good sex – but it’s probably a long way off. Wait for them to be as self obsessed as you are.

Importantly – people with the kind of cash to be able to afford to buy majority shares in Apple just so they can have access to your ‘Notes’ section are lacking in creativity to a frightening degree and it’s necessary for you to aid them – if only through reminding them that they live on a Planet of possibilities that far extend their attraction or obsession with you. Not spending an excess of money is as bad as throwing it down a gutter, and is offensive to people who don’t have it.

Step Nine: Be yourself – find out what being yourself means. If you’re going to imitate someone, if you like someone’s style – own up to it and credit them as your inspiration. Role models of any kind are not your friends, they’re people who paved the way for you – that’s it. Let us all take a moment to thank Kim Kardashian’s ass.

Step Ten: If sex feels good, you’re not doing it wrong. If it feels good for you, and someone tells you you’re doing it wrong – they’re the one doing sex wrong. The only body you can possibly truly know is your own.

Be safe Goddesses! We hope our guide helped you on your quest of World Domination.


“Really what I’m aiming for is World Domination!”

I came across this Alexander McQueen quote after typing my last sentence. O0o
I’m a creepy medium aren’t I?


My tongue is too big for my mouth, so I often part my teeth and let it slide through. Like this. (One of my mothers in my infancy was a Sri-Lankan woman called Mala – she used to stab food with a knife and put it in her mouth and that kind of baddassery has stuck with me throughout my life.)

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Which gives me a pout, on top of my juvederm-restylane lips – courtesy of Dr Jack and Dr Rita Rakus. Both of whom I trust – and both of whom I would recommend. TELL THEM I SENT YOU! THEY PROBABLY DON’T REMEMBER ME BUT I REMEMBER THEM EVERY TIME I LOOK IN THE MIRROR. WHICH IS ATLEAST 77777700000000 X TIMES A DAY.


Here I am, photobombing Prince. Did you know that your face make up/laugh changes depending on who you’re thinking of? Try it and see.

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This is what I’m wearing today. I think the cardigan is TopShop from ten or so years ago, and the denim shorts are H&M – less years ago. That is not genuine blood – I bought some off Amazon. Genuine blood doesn’t look like that.

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B L O O D R E D B A P H O M E T

I’ve spent today working on my businesses & watching non-stop >> lets plays <<, I think todays player was a guy from Korea so I stole the colour palette of his selfi-screen. I’ll give you a strawberry if you keep it a secret, okay?


My room is messy. I have enjoyed documenting my messy room since forever.

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I love my velvet bed. I’m thinking of spray painting it in lots of brilliant colours but I haven’t decided on a colour palette.

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I’m THIS close to scouting for cute girls to photograph. I used to do that a lot in my very late teens, though at some point in my first year of University I was compelled to take them all off the internet & I’m kind of sad I did.

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You can’t always tell what someone’s lying about, but you can feel a lie

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B R O W N B U N N Y

When I was little, I was a mute. Actually the people I grew up around were, to me, intrinsically dishonest and that made me reluctant to talk to them. They never got to know me – and later in life they’d have opportunities to get to know me and always say something that would alienate me.
The meditations I practice try to encourage people to focus on positivity, and I think the positive to that was essentially that it’s clear that I picked a childhood that would cause me to develop a great intuition.
Abraham Hicks teaches that the “family” you grow up with are seldom your true family. I know when people make me feel uncomfortable. That is a gift.

The idea that these relatives had been observing my life, that they had known about my breakdown, that they knew about the fact that in a narrative that could be quite simply described as an entire town trying to kill me – that they knew I was living in a half way house – that they had quietly known everything I went through and chosen not to be there for me and then coincidentally would try to come back into my life as I started getting better, and perhaps most importantly as I realised that I had truly managed to communicate messages from their dead mother to them – makes me feel disappointed. I think to a great extent I see the people I grew up with as having “hidden intentions”, a lot of people talk about Abraham Hicks’ meditations as being so amazing that after a period of absolute solitude and often misery – you can fix your vibrations to attract lots of old friends and people that distanced themselves from you in your hard times. She wouldn’t have an issue with people distancing themselves from you during hard times, not at all. But she also teaches self value – and for me – I have NEVER been the kind of person who could walk way from a person having a hard time. I have consistently been the kind of person who could live with a girl she knew was spreading absolute lies behind her back, who could come home crying because a guy said something nasty and quite comfortably stick up for that girl. And in my life experience people have always chosen to befriend that girl. Turns out that I am often the most interesting thing about that girl’s life and when I’m no longer there for her to bitch about, the people she bitched about me to slowly disappear too. Based on my own understanding of friendship, I wouldn’t at this point accept anyone who offered any less than I do. If you’re the kind of person who can walk away from someone having a hard time, good for you – that kind of self preservation, I’m sure, has gotten you far in life. But that isn’t me. Doesn’t relate to me. Doesn’t sit right with me.

My paternal grandmother would not want me to speak to any of her children without an apology – and any acceptance of an apology would be simply to alleviate their guilt. Not to reconnect, not to salvage a dumpsterfire

Abraham Hicks teaches that your growth comes from the family you choose.

This month I’ve been thinking about a little bunny I found in the land outside of a mansion I used to visit. I walked towards a tiny fluff and I noticed that as I approached it, it just stayed still. I picked it up and realised it must have been rejected by it’s family because it was blind, it had incredible blue eyes. I was forced to leave it behind. At that point of my life I hadn’t learned how to tell people that my life wasn’t any of their business. Take a hint.

I wish I had taken that bunny home. Sometimes I wonder if I have any life regrets and I think that’s one of them. Leaving a little bunny to die. It’s a strange metaphor for what I’d later experience in life. But bigger than that – isn’t it weird how people subconsciously mistreat “disability”?

When I was at university in Farnham I drew a picture of a little bunny sitting in blood with fangs. I hadn’t drawn in awhile. Some loser called sam commented “FREAAAAK” on my facebook. He is one of the most boring human beings anyone could ever meet. It’s probably quite sad to be surrounded by artists, in an art school, and call someone a freak for doing an illustration. The ‘sam’ name vibration is actually sort of wretch inducing, a suffocating cough stuck in a person’s throat – you might be inclined to want to befriend them at some point in your life, they often make good first impressions but then you think back on it and they’re often the worst kind of person to waste your time being around. I’ve never experienced a sam that wasn’t the perfect fit for some kind of ‘pervert uncle’ archetype.

I went to a dr once and told him I was pretty certain I had aspergers and the first thing he asked me was “did you play with toy animals as a child?” I said “yes?” and he said “you don’t have aspergers”. Great diagnosis dude. NHS doctors amirite? Actually it’s just another hilarious anecdote to associate with my time in Farnham. (If I felt like being funny, I’d say it came out as “ass burgers” – but actually it’s not funny having a vocabulary that you can’t speak out loud because you only really spent a few years of your life actually communicating verbally and that if you can speak at all it’s because you enjoyed watching films non-stop and absolutely wouldn’t go out without a reading book, sketchbook/pen or a walkman.)

Also thanks Matt and Trey for assburgers, you assholes

If for some reason self expression is the most important aspect of your inner being, stay the hell away from people – “family” or “friends” who make you feel like you can’t be yourself.

It’s weird – at uni on my birthday, my mother got me a cute cake and flowers and I got a bit of cash to decorate the house kitchen. There were people at my uni that had really cool DJ sets and stuff like that – and I think my housemates asked if they could help but they weren’t feeling it. In any case we hadn’t had time to write a letter to the uni office about having a party so we tried to keep it really lowkey. Some girl in another house was having a party, she had the same birthday as me – she did ask for permission to host it so we assumed everyone would be going to that. I was lucky to live with lots of really fun people so it didn’t bother me at all. We went out to the shops, bought some cheap alcohol, LOTS of fairy lights and some little christmas cherubs. The party was amazing and for some reason lots of people I didn’t know came – I lived with guys who were much more sociable than I am. Also it was a good party. I brought down my iMac, my housemate plugged in his speakers and people were really comfortable dancing to the songs on my itunes that were by no means cool or socially acceptable to listen to. Eventually the kids with the DJ sets came, y’know, the kind of people who don’t make something good, the kind of people who just jump in when everyone else has done the work and take all the credit as if they were there all along.
No one put candles on my cake or sang me happy birthday because I actually don’t like attention. I just like having fun.

I ought to of said happy birthday to someone, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to. There’s something really disingenuous about pretending to care about the kind of person who can spend an entire car journey/life throwing insult after insult at you.

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My mother’s mother told me in a dream that it’s important to love, even if you have lots of people you’d prefer to think of as enemies. Thinking of people as enemies gives them a significance to your life that they don’t deserve. Thinking of people you love means you share energy with people you love, and in simply doing that you make both yours and their lives better. Thinking of people who have caused you harm too much, can be a downfall.

So to an extent that is how I justify “love is the law”. As someone who has more reason by far not to love at all. It really doesn’t mean “love everyone”, it means choose love. Look to focus on thoughts that encourage that emotion/chemical/feeling – whatever your personal experience of that word might be.

I’m going to stop thinking about the people I don’t like, I’m going to stop acknowledging them and what they’ve done to me. It gives them too much, they’ve only ever repeated something that has already been done. When you love people there is an opportunity for experiences and stories that have never been before.

No enemies, because it gives abusers too much significance. Often… that really is the only thing that they want.

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P A I N

 ‘Karina explains the Illuminati’ would’ve also been a great alternative to a title. It’s an awareness of your “place” on the human chain.

I recently tweeted a journalist about a constipation article she wrote. A lot of people feel physical pain in their bodies, of some kind, that they’ve never verbalised.

It’s referenced poetically in the Matrix and actually – a lot of songs. Like insecurity, embarrassment is a form of slavery. Any method employed knowingly or even unknowingly to control another person is enslavement. Have you ever thought “What kind of pain are they really killing?”

“I’ve felt the air rise UP in me” – the air Corey Taylor is singing about is energy. Like I said in a previous post – when people feel any kind of primitive emotion towards you it’s base sexual energy and that is what flatulence really is. It’s a resistance to air going inside of your body.
Flatulence has nothing to do with what you’ve been eating and has nothing to do with your need (or lack thereof) to take a shit. If I were a guy I’d comfortably take a picture of a 25 day old shit to prove a point here – if you’re eating what your body truly wants you to eat (not out of comfort or addiction) it might take a long time for you to go – depending on your place on the “pyramid” (diamond, really, diamond) but it shouldn’t be that big. The pyramids are actually symmetrical – they go into the ground as they go into the sky.

The issue is that humans were never really properly toilet trained. Most people spend a lot of time trying to take a shit – actually this video was the most helpful in me trying to learn to toilet train myself.

Don’t take a shit squatting like that – it’s more about sitting up straight, and pushing from the right places. That is not your stomach. Do not push your stomach in, just tense it. This pygmy from Portugal told me that she likes to squash babies legs into their stomachs and that is essentially crushing their organs to help them push a shit out………?
That is torture. And it damages them later in life, when they can’t take a shit lying on their backs.
Don’t do that. I couldn’t of said it at the time because I was (am) quite repulsed by infants and had no idea. Also I was very, very stoned. It’s really about using your arms to direct the energy – making it easier to push. If someone pays me a fuck off tonne of cash one day, (I’m talking millions) I might even do a demonstration.

A lot of people drink coffee because it helps them to be “regular”. That is not the right reason to drink coffee – and someone connected to you might be experiencing a lot of diarrhoea as a result.

A lot of people secretly go vegetarian because they think not eating meat means they won’t be gassy, when you eat plants you probably cause them more suffering than you cause an animal. The animals dead once it’s on your plate. Plants are alive. That bag of spinach? It’s alive. When you put it in your mouth – it’s alive. When you chew on it – it’s alive. When it’s being digested in your body it is very much alive. Even when it’s rotten – it’s more alive than ever. Buddhism teaches people that suffering is a truth of life. I feel like the next stage of that teaching is to find new means of alleviating that suffering – a doctor told my mother that in this day and age people should.not.feel.pain. He wasn’t being poetic, he was speaking quite matter of factly. The advances in the science of killing pain have progressed to that point. People should not be experiencing pain.

If you want someone to justify medical cannabis, give a girl who suffered with the level of pain I suffer with when I experience period cramps and a few tokes of a joint when she’s cramping and it will change her life. Side effects are an altered consciousness (which is why the psychiatric professionals of the future are actually really – exclusively – spiritual masters. Like me, heehee), way better looking hair, super fast growing nails and – often – delayed – creative energy that benefits the entire species.


When I was in University a rumour spread about me – I walked into an assessment on the first day of my period, I arrived before the teachers did. I was in so much physical pain I went in and lay on the floor holding my stomach. A ginger guy told everyone that I had come into class on ketamine. No one told me about the rumour because at the time, I wasn’t friends with the kind of people that would spread rumours.
(There was one girl who was inclined to talk about me behind my back – I was essentially babysitting her – she forgets that she had been riddled with insecurity before meeting me, that I used to tidy up her room for her mother’s visits, that I wouldn’t tolerate a lot of her poorly chosen friends behaviours, that her life was more exciting during her time knowing me than it had ever been. The issue was when that babysitter dynamic morphed into friendship. Don’t befriend people you take care of.)

When I was in my teens I met this girl who had a similar issue to me – she suffered with cramps so bad that she had been prescribed a painkiller called “mefenamic acid” – apparently a painkiller that treated the level of pain women experience when they GIVE BIRTH. Y’know, when they squeeze out a watermelon. I took it once – and it helped a bit.

People give women a lot of shit about period cramps – they make jokes about it. It amuses me because for a start – it’s an indication as to the level of pain that we can take – and it’s not a quick pain that your adrenaline rushes in to numb. It’s a long, slow pain that gets worse and worse and worse.

A person who can carry a twenty five day shit in their body knows pain. It’s not as bad as period cramps, but y’know, it’s certainly uncomfortable.

When a person is smoking more weed than you’ve decided it’s okay for them to, or when a person is “popping pills” or something – don’t go around talking about it. Don’t make them a topic of conversation with people they don’t talk to. It makes you look really fucking boring to anyone with the ability to exit the hive mind, but also you might unknowingly be adding to that person’s pain.

I remember my mother telling me about this documentary she watched about a pack of wolves. The female Alpha had been pretty gravely wounded and she hid it from her pack because acknowledging that she was wounded was a sign of weakness – and I took that lesson so far in my life that I got through the kind of back stabbing and gossiping that would’ve made any of the people I was in University with kill themselves.

You wouldn’t believe it, I’m sure – it’s not your place to. But I started a painful period recently and I visualised a Levi in the future injecting himself with a painkiller – and my pain stopped immediately. Not for too long though, but long enough for me to take a painkiller on my end and wait for it to work. I guess the importance of reading something like this – for another person who might not be able to communicate with their future kids – is to try and believe that it’s possible and that if I can do it – you can too.

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Incase you didn’t know – and most people had absolutely no idea. My own mother included. Anyway, so. All of dis is mine. Military state, y’know? Poorly governed – but that’s life. Give someone a job they aren’t meant to do and stuff goes wrong.

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How cute is this? Did someone pay someone on etsy to do this? It’s fabulous
I stole it off >> wikipedia <<

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I can’t see Levi’s Coat of Arms but I think we can all agree it would be one black wing and one white wing.

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So someone thought I was playing a character here, when I appeared on >> Vice magazine << – ha, no, I’m just a super flamboyant gay man in a woman’s body. That was a La Senza pyjama top, those were River Island pants. Those wedges were Topshop. That was alcohol so cheap we had to rip the label off. Get a read quick, they’re gonna wanna delete it soon

Don’t want to get roofied? Drink straight from a bottle you opened yourself, and not one that’s been fastened with something penetrable, like cork. It’s funny – someone that would later date rape me told me off in Denmark – I made to drink alcohol from a bottle and he stopped me and said “we don’t do that here”. It’s a funny story – everyone was poured a shot of alcohol and I was the last person with the bottle – he told me off as I touched it to my lips and then I poured the remainder of the bottle into a little cup – the amount of alcohol left in that bottle was precisely enough to fill that shot glass. I think also that it was a Jaeger Bottle. Cinematic perfection.

Want to do drugs? Study chemistry and make your own – and ONLY buy drugs from female drug dealers. Want to do drugs in a bathroom stall? Put some fresh lipstick on,  draw your lines on your compact mirror and smudge some lipstick on your finger – and leave the lipstick on the counter. And if you can keep your mouth shut – coke makes you think fast. Better to think fast than speak fast. I speak very slowly but that is probably because I think about twenty five thoughts for every “thought”. You’re going to wonder how I know other people don’t do that… ha.
I’ve spent a lot of my life not speaking to anyone – my own family don’t even know my personality – and that’s the way I like it.

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You see that vaccine scar? That’s why my face is so “expressive” – don’t vaccinate yer kids. (Also: When you give birth you pretty much have ONE job and thats to take care of the vulnerable infant you’ve just introduced to the Planet. Do not let someone wheel your baby outside of a room to wash it. If your doctor/nurse really feels like it’s acceptable to separate a baby from it’s guardians the moment it’s born, that doctor/nurse is doing something that is bizarrely unnatural and you really need to encourage them to question within themselves why they think that is an acceptable practice because not even the motherfucking CAVE MEN did that shit. Is it so difficult to say “Sorry can you explain what is natural about separating a baby from it’s parents? How on Earth is this a medical practice???? Why don’t you structure hospital rooms so that babies aren’t taken away from their parents????” Your baby does not need to go through the trauma of being born and then have a bath. Don’t project your weird cleanliness issues onto an infant. They’ve spent nine months in that blood and guts and they can do an hour or so more while the mother recovers – and if she wants to give the baby a bath that’s fine. Do not let doctors strip your baby naked and feel them up all over, they make onesies with *very* thin fabric nowadays. Do not assume that just because someone is a doctor that they have empathy or any kind of basic understanding of human rights. If your baby needs an enema or a suppository do not let some weird fucking doctor put it inside your baby. Do it yourself.)

You see that ring? It has more significance than you’d think. I once told a friend I was going for a reckless drive. I can’t drive! Who the fuck would trust me with a driver’s license? You think I was lying? I definitely wasn’t lying.

This year I proved I was psychic to a bunch of guys – and more importantly to myself – when I predicted that Floyd Mayweather would win the match. I had given up the notion that I might be psychic – so it was purely based on an ENERGY READING and channelling Sun Tzu. It was based on the karma that I read through their energy. Somewhere on my twitter that you’ll never find, I wrote that Mayweather had to learn to control his emotions and that Conor McGregor had to learn sportsmanship. I might – MIGHT – have even greater abilities than my teachers – but I would NEVER EVER put myself above them because I’d be NOTHING without them.

If you’re a telepath, don’t use your abilities to invade other people’s privacy or influence them out of doing what their inner being wants them to do. (Don’t wake them up at stupid o’clock in the morning to give them anxiety and make them feel embarrassed that a drawing that they did wasn’t in correct proportion)
If you can astrally project – don’t use your abilities to watch girls use the toilet or shower. If you want to hang out with girls, send them a text or give them a call. Not me – obviously. My phone’s been hacked and it’s unlikely you’ll get through – my own dad can’t. It’s hilarious.
If you’re psychic, don’t use your abilities to gamble.
If you’re a time traveller, don’t use your abilities to cheat the past unless you’re saving people from a fate they don’t deserve.
If you’re a vampire – use your abilities and unlimited time to help people and endeavour to understand you’re no longer subject to the same “diamond” life that humans are.

I didn’t use my time in a psychiatric ward to discuss my abilities – and that was because I didn’t believe in myself, in varying ways I’ve more than proven them.

Clairvoyant, & top bitch of the Illuminati… Kinda awkward to put that on a CV isn’t it? Especially when your home address lists “Ealing”. My Spiritual teacher said that from now on, when people ask where I’m from – to say “Israel, though I’ve never been.” And I think that if I were an African American and someone asked me where I’m from – I’d say “Africa, though I’ve never been.” If you’re African & feeling that Zion Bob Marley was talking about, you’ll actually say “I’m from Israel” too. Reclaiming true identity is a step by step process that requires removing yourself from your current reality.

I channelled thirteen to make a video.

I’d like to be a matchmaker. I’m good at finding people’s other halves. You want to know who Kanye West’s Twinflame is…??? Who his the one is?

Don’t you think Taylor Swift’s gun would be an AK???

Kim Kardashian’s twinflame is David Schwimmer. Hilarious. He’s amazing.