A Twenty-Year Nightmare: My Inheritance Stolen, My Identity Erased
For two decades, I've been living a nightmare. A network of individuals has systematically sabotaged my life, driven by greed and a desire to steal my inheritance. It's a complex web of deceit, involving bribery, corruption, and even identity theft, reaching into the highest levels of local government.
As I write this, properties – houses and land – are being stolen using my SSI and identification. This isn't happening in the shadows; it's happening in plain sight. I've discovered that individuals, some of whom I can only describe as "associates" of this network(a corrupted police officer named Christopher Romero who dated a jealous, greedy relative of mine who established an LLC in my name, taken out loans using my Social Security number, and even siphoned off my assets, laundering the money through businesses like Beyan Furniture. My inheritance – my house, plantation, and trust, palace left to me– has been fraudulently transferred, disguised as CDs under my name. In addition to a corrupt mayor who has been bribed to give orders to crooked Mailmen, and pi to block communication from coming to me from the courts about these crimes against me.
The corruption extends deep. A network of seven judges in Alabama, California, Virginia, Georgia and a few other states are working in concert to facilitate these crimes( A district attorney has opened bank accounts in my name to steal from me and launder money, and even the governor is implicated, with a vehicle registered in my name. I'm being used, my lifeblood, professional life drained by these individuals to continue to control my life from the background . In addition to paying a crackhead from Gambia to frame me with the help of a crackhead judge Amy, former attorney general, and the chief of police as a favor who also has me under surveillance. This network is in a cult, a coven that works outside the law. Additionally, 50 percent of my jealous relatives and some inlaws are involved.
Adding to the surreal nature of this ordeal, I'm being followed by individuals connected to Beyan, while the police, rather than protecting me, seem to be shielding these very people. I'm being targeted and defamed, yet no one is held accountable. My own doppelganger has even obtained health insurance using my identity just this month. The Da showing up as me in court caught on camera playing me.
The scope of this theft is staggering. A church or cult is allegedly stealing land left to me and misappropriating funds. My ancestors' historic properties are also caught in this web. The state, rather than honoring its obligation to me, has seemingly altered my identity to avoid paying me the equity owed.I have never been to Australia.
I'm a witness to money laundering on a massive scale, with funds flowing through Australia, Beyan Furniture, and Beyan LLC, facilitated by corrupt judges, lawyers, and housing authorities. My deceased relatives' IRA accounts have been stolen by court officials. These people are not above murder. Yet, when I seek answers, I'm met with silence, or worse, a barrage of PDFs that offer no real solutions, no justice.
Justice delayed is justice denied, and in my case, it feels like justice is non-existent. While I waited, patiently, the theft continued in my face, and lawyers who were supposed to deliver legal paper but were paid off not to deliver legal paperwork and instead forged my signatures on deeds to sell off inherited properties. Right now as I speak. They brazenly use my SSI and ID to steal my assets, and stocks even forging my signature. This has gone on for far too long. Where is the justice? These greedy people have been targeting, oppressing,and trying to kill me since I was born over an inheritance and a heirloom.
Look up Beyan llc fraud. This is only half of what they have done to me. My only crime is being born into a corrupt bloodline and. a victim of the corrupt justice system. Believe it or not, this is only half the corruption story. More details coming out soon. When the truth is stranger than fiction.
I guess it is time I speak out to the news
Let me get Back to blogging.
The Imitation Game: Navigating the World of Creative Copycats and identity theft
Inspiration strikes in the oddest places. Like, seriously, the most venomous troll comments? Instant creative fuel! Turns out, negativity is the secret ingredient to my artistic genius. Who knew?
But hold on, am I the only one who feels like the AI revolution has turned everyone into a wannabe Picasso? Don't get me wrong, I love AI as much as the next person. It's like having a hyperactive squirrel on speed as a creative assistant. But let's be real, AI can't feel the way a human can. It's like comparing a robot dog to a real puppy – sure, it might fetch, but does it wag its tail with genuine joy?
And then there are the copycats. The "inspired by" folks who suspiciously resemble me down to the way they accidentally spill coffee on their white shirts. These imposters, they're like those annoying echo chambers you get in a cave – just a pale imitation of the real thing.
I mean, have you seen some of these "original" creations? It's like they're playing a game of artistic telephone, and by the time the message reaches them, it's completely garbled. They're basically artistic kleptomaniacs, stealing my ideas and passing them off as their own.
But hey, at least I'm not alone in this creative jungle. We're all out here, battling the forces of imitation, armed with nothing but our wit and an endless supply of caffeine. So next time you encounter a copycat, remember this: true artists don't copy, they create. And if all else fails, just throw some paint at them. It's therapeutic, I promise.
Disclaimer: This is a humorous take on the issue. Please don't actually throw paint at anyone. Unless they deserve it.
