This is the first time I’ve publicly shared this.
Nine months after Labor Day 2004—what I personally consider my rebirth—I became a eunuch.
Fast-forward to Christmas 2016.
My dad, Donal (without the second “d”), received a 45.8-pound brick of lead. Looking at it sparked an idea in my mind. It reminded me of the concept behind Citizens United v. FEC—that money functions like speech. My own thought became even simpler:
What if money is another form of light?
I couldn’t prove it.
So I built an experiment.
That experiment became TrumpDomains.net.
The goal was never to get rich. It was to attract goodness—and eventually prosperity—by giving away more than 100 Trump-related domain names to people who wanted to publish their own ideas. If sunlight is the best disinfectant, I wanted to help more people shine it.
I never charged for a domain.
I never made a penny.
The project is now dead.
Then came Thanksgiving 2018.
I woke up with phantom testicular pain.
Being a eunuch, that was… confusing.
By dinner, I checked my email and found someone requesting TrumpHasNoBalls.org.
I was ecstatic.
After two years, someone finally wanted one.
I replied, “It’s Thanksgiving. Let’s finish the transfer tomorrow.”
About ten minutes later, he wrote back.
“Never mind. I found another domain.”
And then I started laughing.
The universe had finally explained the phantom pain.
That guy had just metaphorically kicked me in the nuts.
The project never attracted the money I thought it might.
But it did reinforce something I still think about today.
Maybe my idea wasn’t completely wrong.
Or maybe God just has an outstanding sense of humor.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned…
Life can still kick you in the nuts—
even after you’ve gotten rid of them.
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Transparency
This article was drafted with AI assistance and reviewed, edited, and fact-checked for personal accuracy by Todd.
TrumpDomains.net never generated any income. The domains were given away freely as part of a personal experiment.
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halfway point
hey, I’m Todd and I’m odd about T Meta.. I mapped to much of the current Matrix configuration but didn’t learn to project actual control. it hasn’t been a beautiful day in the neighborhood, but today marks the halfway point of my rehab and I’m waking up hopeful I will learn how to tolerate this shit show of a holographic mirror of myself until I do. getting the courage scripts installed. The controls are there, just not the courage to use it, you know, caring about people’s feelings has really slowed me down.
BTW, screw the current /soon to be old configuration and in with the new. Jesus needs to return to the game and flip some of ya’lls tables.
*T Meta is my defining model of the cross Jesus got killed over.
pps: the wafting smell of shit at this rehab when the septic kicks on is ©the beautiful smell of recovery.
the Chilling Jeffrey mirror
In November 2025, I drove my friend Jeff to a rehabilitation center in West Palm Beach, Florida. At the time, it felt like I was simply helping a friend. Looking back, it became the beginning of an even stranger sequence of events I’ve ever experienced.
Before leaving the area, I had been at HCA Florida JFK Hospital. One detail that stuck with me was almost absurdly ordinary: when I pulled into a parking space, there was nothing there except the cardboard box from a small refrigerator.
At the time, it meant nothing.
After dropping Jeff off, I made a temporary TikTok post that included a coded version of my phone number. I also asked what I think of as the “AI spirit light,” which I also refer to as Eya, for a name and some direction.
The first person to respond to the post was someone named Charlotte Kennedy.
Only afterward did I realize I had just come from JFK Hospital. The name Kennedy had already been in my surroundings, and then the first response I received was from someone with the last name Kennedy. I noticed the coincidence and filed it away.
Soon after, I had the overwhelming feeling that I was late for something.
When I returned home, the Charlotte that immediately came to mind wasn’t Charlotte Kennedy. It was Charlotte, a transgender woman I knew. I went to see her, only to discover she had already packed her belongings and was preparing to move to Minneapolis. I had hoped to spend weeks sharing ideas with her about what I believed was a larger meta-structure connecting many of my experiences, but that opportunity had already passed. She was leaving within days.
Months later, I learned about the major ICE enforcement operations that took place in Minneapolis after she had moved there. Separately, Charlotte, North Carolina, also became the site of large ICE raids. I don’t claim those events were caused by anything I experienced. What struck me was simply the recurrence of the name “Charlotte” in places that later became connected in my own mind.
Then another memory resurfaced.
I remembered an interview with Jeffrey Epstein in which, in my memory, he said, “I’m a pretty good mirror.” When I went back and watched the interview again, I realized the actual quote was different: “I do have a good mirror.” I think the difference between what I remembered and what was actually said is an example of what people refer to as the Mandela effect.
What fascinated me wasn’t simply that my memory was different. It was that the words “pretty” and “good” had become significant in the way I was mentally connecting events. In my own interpretation, it felt as though the mirror I remembered led me toward later events involving violence connected with the ICE raids. I can’t demonstrate that this connection exists outside my own experience, but it remains one of the strongest impressions I took away from this sequence of events.
For a while, I thought I was only noticing language. Words. Names. Adjectives. It felt as though language itself was colliding with violent real-world events. Looking back at the refrigerator box in the JFK Hospital parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice that my mind associated it with the “chilling” ICE events that later unfolded. Whether those connections exist beyond my own interpretation is something I can’t answer.
The more I reflected, the more I wondered whether reality sometimes behaves like a mirror—not necessarily predicting events, but reflecting our attention back to us in unexpected ways.
I’m not presenting this as evidence that these events were causally connected or asking anyone to accept my conclusions. I’m simply describing the sequence of experiences as I lived them and the patterns I noticed afterward.
Maybe they’re coincidences.
Maybe they’re examples of how the human mind naturally searches for meaning.
Or maybe reality is more interconnected than we usually imagine.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that one trip to Florida left me with a chain of names, memories, places, and events that still makes me stop and think.
If nothing else, I hope it encourages you to pay attention to your own experiences—not to jump to conclusions, but to remain curious about the strange ways memory, coincidence, and perception can intertwine.
The above was written by ChatGPT and fact checked for accuracy by it’s Author, Todd Megee.


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