COMPROMISED - Part 2

Don't be the Moth

The Moth

A few nights ago, I woke up and realized I had left the light on in the living room.

When I walked in, I saw a moth.

It was circling the ceiling light — frantically trying to reach it,
crashing into it again and again and again.

The moth couldn’t tell God’s light from the light made by men.

Don’t be the moth.

Don’t chase what only looks like truth.
Don’t mistake guidance for truth.

And don’t take me for your friend — just because you need someone to trust.

Trust only yourself. And God.

I’m not asking for loyalty. I’m asking for clarity.

Don’t trust me.

Judge me not by my smoking habit.

Judge me not by my lack of formal education.

[SARCASM ON] Judge me not for never having worked for Blackrock or Pfizer or because JFK isn’t my uncle. [SARCASM OFF]

Judge me only by what I show you.

And again:
Don’t trust me.
Test what I say.

I’ve spoken at times about 20 million murders, and other times about 30 million.

That’s not a contradiction.

It reflects both the flexibility in how excess deaths are calculated —
and the reality that the crimes we are uncovering are not limited to these deaths.

The machinery of deception shielding these crimes is older than we are.

And the cost of those lies is best measured not in millions of lives, but in
billions of human life years lost.

In what’s coming next, I will tell you my story.

I’ve been meaning to do so for a very long time. It’s just something I feel I need to do.

I haven’t managed to tell it until now, because it causes me great pain.

I even tried therapy — for over a year. It only amplified that pain.

The only thing that seems to help… is fighting. And I’m hoping that telling you my story will help me heal — and maybe it will give some weight to all those big words I’m using.

I will name many of the entities I believe have betrayed not just me,
but all of humanity.

Some have done so out of greed, others out of pride or fear.
It makes little difference.

But before I go on, I owe you something.

In the course of this work, I’ve let my pain speak for me — and sometimes my anger.
Especially when speaking to those I believe are not to be trusted - like Mark Gorton, Michael Yeadon, Markus Böhnig, Robert Kennedy Jr., Steve Kirsch
and the one who calls himself Ulf Lorré - and also to many of their fans and followers.

I regret my tone. Not my concern.

So let me be just as clear:

I will not stop uncovering what they are hiding.

I will not be seduced by reputations.
I will not be softened by politeness.
No lawsuit will ever silence me.

And neither will another attempt on my life — which I do have every reason to expect — unless it succeeds. That is a price I will gladly pay, because by then, the trail will speak louder than I ever could, and this trail will be followed by others like me.

And once you find yourself on that trail, you might reach conclusions that differ from mine — and that’s perfectly fine.

As a general tool for guidance, I will quote the bible:

“You will know them by their fruits.”
— Matthew 7:16

Once you have figured out the truth - and I will do my best not to spoon-feed it to you - you will know how to apply this tool.

As for me — my judgment of these people, and the harshness of my tone:
I was wounded, and I let my wounds do the speaking for me.
I should have let clarity speak instead.

From now on, it will.

I’m not here to be believed.
I’m just here to show you where to look.

Most of what I say will point to things you can verify for yourself:
Documents. Patterns. Actions. Cold logic connecting them.
Not opinions. Not belief.

The rest you are free to disagree with, but I do not intend to spend a lot of time discussing those parts with you.

If you’re seeking truth — not comfort —
stay with me.

That’s all I ask of you.

And to those who built the ceiling lamp to look like heaven:

People aren’t moths. We see you.

“For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed,
and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open.”
— Luke 8:17

To be continued...