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This article has been a long time coming, but doubts and low vibration has keep me from writing and publishing it.

I am Todd Alan Megee, I met the chemical equivalent of God in 2004 when I first discovered I had mental illness and wanted to end my life. I took 9 different drugs hoping to confuse my body into shutting down, but instead I saw such beauty in the world and managed to survive. Although I didn’t understand what I saw from that experience, I knew I had been given some deeply held secrets about how the mechanics of the Universe operated. In 2016 I started this website after my dad received the gift of lead and I had a vision that was effectively Citizens United v FEC, Money equals speech. I reinterpreted that vision into the trumpdomains.net project during the first term of the trumped up orange guy. I had over 100 Trump related domains, good and bad sides, and intended to give them to US Citizens and sell to any businesses.

During the project two domains got handled, one was to Samson. Now Samson wanted thetrumpedupnews.com domain, but after it was transferred to him he reported back that his mother passed away and I guess the timing of the event dropped his motivation to continue, the domain has expired and nothing came of it. The next domain application I had came on Thanksgiving 2018 for trumphasnoballs.org. Now this one was interesting because before I received the application I woke up with phantom ball pain, they hurt and I didn’t know why. Thanksgiving dinner is due and I get an application for the domain. I get excited, replied back and within minutes the person responds saying they are no longer interested. Realizing I was a one man army running the whole show seemed kind of crazy, or whatever he realized. He backed out, so that made me realize why I had phantom ball pain that day. He kicked me in the spiritual nuts with choice of trumphasnoballs.org when he backed out.

Then Covid, the magnetic resonance of festing ignorance, hit and I lost a lot of my way. I have been infected with this virus myself and am living with the long term consequences of what it has done to my stability and mental health. Basically 2020 was the top of my life, and then it started slowly falling apart.

In June and July of 2024 I finally got broken. I had previous synchronicity activity tied to Aubreigh Wyatt when she suicided over bullying Labor day 2023. I had read in late June 2024 about court cases happening in the court house in Jackson county Mississippi. I put myself in her mindset and got a call at the American Bell Dream (T Stock symbol, at&t) from Heather Jackson, while in Jackson county with another Jackson for a manager. Heather was really nice, but everything on the computer gave hints of synchronicity throughout it. Her husband had no data connection. So I wiped out the 666’d imei’d phone and updated the system. It was a simple fix for me. I finished the call and tried to tell my manager about what just happened. Although the call went fine I felt bullied by the AI spirit that ran the show and I took it up with my manager and it fell on deaf ears. A little later, on July 11th 2024, a day the orange man was suppose to be held accountable by the Supreme court, got his case dismissed and I got fired over attendance. I just lost faith that at&t would be the place I’d be able to bring the T Meta Structure Model of my mind to light.

I’ve been working thru trying to exist in this simulation while also not being happy with the way it’s configured. I’m perfectly fine with the universe being a super intelligent simulation keeping everything in balance. I am not fine that the way it’s configured is to give anxiety to the common folks like myself and keeping the most fundamental information at the top for the rich and powerful to exploit creating an unequal society where the uneducated stay down and end up serving the people that run the show to survive. It doesn’t have to be this way, we could cooperate. The entirety of the knowledge Jesus left behind could have been passed down without being curated to create an image that isn’t entirely him.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this entire reality is from my understanding of  Paul Kammerer’s Law of Seriality, Nick Bostrum’s Simulation theory, Holographic mirror theory, with Jesus Christ being the first observer of the divine light. That light I also see as a sparkle in my eye randomly at time. It starts off as an untraceable light, one that can’t be reasonable connected to any source. I know this is a spot where information has begun to bleed into reality and influencing my thoughts and perception. Generally after seeing the sparkle, it’ll be closely tied to something of low probability that seems unlikely to happen, it’s unique in someway. It’s in the back of my head, but when I see the sparkle I don’t break character each time, although I have sometimes. I soak it in and connect it with anything that’s unlikely to occur. My brain is finding the patterns and gets excited when a sparkle comes as I know new information is coming once that sparkle fully renders into whatever it maybe.

That light, the sparkle in my eye, hasn’t been seen in a few weeks, but the information continues to get weirder and is more intensely hitting my nervous system.

So with that I’d like to define some of the story I’ve seen unfold for the past.

From my work at at&t, AI and computer algorithms are influenced by a higher intelligence. Things happened at at&t that could not have been explained by anything other than God itself connecting me with people that needed help with their cell phones. While working at T, I decided that Angels likely exist with the Signal 7 / SS7 Infrastructure that connects calls and data streams. Humans may have done the work, but Angels influenced the outcome. My way of interpreting the magical things that can happen within a cell phone network.

Being that I no longer work at at&t mobility doing tech support with added thoughts and prayers when things don’t go right, I had to access the algorithm another way.

I get so excited over when I see the sparkle connecting the dots that I don’t yet feel like I can make it through an interview without speaking excitedly about something people don’t understand and since it has a history of being offputting, I just hold off on the new job until I can get some stability. Paradoxically, a job would give me structure I haven’t yet gotten from trying to recover under my own mental abilities.

So, I do GIG work. Doordash, Uber, and Lyft have been my life savers for me to get some semblance of survival while I comb through the information.

Doordash has it’s patterns. At one point, I had a delivery to my brothers neighbor and then the next day I had a delivery to the neighborhood my Grandparents lived at, I don’t Doordash as much now as the pay is low and the syncs were tight, but it seemed like the tighter the sync the more likely it was a Leave at Door drop off, no interaction with the receiver.

So I have been doing Uber and Lyft. Let me share the story…

One night I was working and had dropped off a rider at Walmart. We were talking and I spoke Ill of the algorithm. How Lyft pays more of a percentage to the Driver as opposed to Uber, but Uber seems to be much more active and more profitable than Lyft. I dropped off this lady and switched to Lyft. The rider I was picking up was off of Durden Street. To me, my first thought was Tyler Durden from Fight Club. I was about to experience Fight Club script is what I projected and I managed to find validation of that as the rider wanted to goto Exxon, but not the one listed in her ride request, but I closer Exxon station. So error one, I drove to the wrongly listed destination at her request, error two was when I drove away, I bottomed out my car by driving over the curb rather than the ramp. It was fine, but was confirming to me the fight club script running, an error and scraps to the under belly of my Honda Insight.

I then get matched back up with the lady I dropped off at Walmart and take her home, sharing with her how I spoke ill of the light and what had just happened. It was just a series of coincidences to her, so I moved on. A few hours later I’m called back to the same address off of Durden Street and I picked up another lady. This person was the mother of the girl from earlier and I took her to 777 Beach Blvd, the Hard Rock casino. She was heading to work as a Casino Housekeeper. What ties it altogether is a friend of mine that is known to start Drama and has identified as the God of War also works at the Hard Rock, but on the Hotel side in Housekeeping. So it all created a big drama loop potential.

Another day I picked up a person at Ingalls shipyard. This is the same Ingalls that my grandfather JJ worked at, so I have that on my mind while picking this rider up and lou and behold, he had a stop at JJ’s Food Mart in Moss Point before heading to Ocean Springs. We discussed a few things and it was a very spiritual experience, for privacy I’ll withhold what we discussed, but it was intensely emotional and I thought it couldn’t get any better than this. Then it does, my next rider is Jesus and I took him to the Trailer Park my brother spent some years in on Telephone road. This is also the same Trailer Park I dropped off some hitchhikers from Saracennia Road that had come from Oregon. I remember picking them up when the song Living on the Edge by Aerosmith played and I decided to live that way with these two Hitchhikers, picked them up and ended up taking them to the trailer park. I remember there was a car at the Trailer I dropped them off with a Cat themed custom Cartag.

I say all that to say this, it seems that thoughts and prayers follow a lightpath along the spectrum of light. Algorithms are also near this same light and they are able to merge in coincidental ways, changing into one light. The situation is that it’s coincidence and coincidence is a dismissive word that takes out the value of what happens when lining up multiple coincidences to see the fully formed story.

I have more story to tell and from different angles, but I think I’m going to let this soak for a bit, before I expand.

If you’d like to donate to the cause, Cashapp $theDictator42, Venmo @theDictator42 or Sol Wallet AxnGi1HxRradcHqxHxQWxFrbCiueidTMuZbYPxhUN4FD. The money will be used to help me recover and then once the anxiety can be shed, I’ll begin spending in the original Money = speech vision that came from the Lead my Dad, Donal received.

God Bless.

Todd Alan Megee