This will be my last entry until next year, as I have come to a barren crossroads.
Some people call me crazy, here I offer them proof.
There are a lot of things which I believe have led to my overall demise. A lot of them require you to suspend your disbelief, and trust I am telling the truth.
My little network of websites shows just over 220k views in it's statistics. I believe that the real number is much higher. It is my belief that this is 1% of the true number, making it 22 million views. This is quite small considering the thousands of pages represented. It is held secret by the fact that no one is connecting with hundreds of people with them in person, and it cannot be perceived.
Why do I say this? Everywhere I go, we go, people openly converse about Ozenoz Media. They say a crowd attracts a crowd, and the low shown stats keep the excitement down, but everywhere I go people talk. There are over 8 billion people in the world, and I am a drop in the bucket, a tear in Kali Ma's eye.
I have been locked out of Google Analytics, denied Monetization, had my search engine optimization tools locked, my research articles (physics) censored and deleted, a sensitive fact based short story about a local to me billionaire serial killer deleted from my Google Drive, a two hour performance of my screenplay censored, deleted, and removed from Clyp.it, and my Drive, my YouTube doesn't show views, accept subscribers, or allow comments or likes, my music recordings get either erased or corrupted, the list goes on ad infinitum.
My "Google Business" listing was erased. My reputation is coerced as I am a well known nobody with too many problems to hire as an employee, and so I can't get a job. I send hundreds of applications on Indeed, and get no response. So I remain broke, jeopardizing my family not staying together. My blood family has sewn into the fabric of our relations, publicly, that I am a liar, a fake, an addict, and schizophrenic. My social media has gone haywire. They boost my accounts with fake followers around the globe, then lock me out. LinkedIn, Facebook, Instagram, you name it, I am fucked. My NFT account with OpenSea is locked. I never get any money from any of my endeavors, my shops close after hundreds of hours of work, no donations come in, no monies ever reach me.
ミ★★彡 I have been in this sorry state so long it has made for decades of homelessness, and all kinds of demoralization that only strengthens my enemies. Who are these said enemies?
On December 30th, 2002, in San Francisco I ran into Eminem. He was at the downtown Hilton (12th Floor). A woman was screaming at the concierge about how Eminem raped her, and now she was pregnant. They called the paramedics, and I watched as Marshall Mathers stood outside as they restrained her, and took her to the mental hospital in an ambulance.
In the winter of 2009/10 I had many online chats, my Twitter and Facebook for some reason seemed to just be filling up with V.I.P.'s. I spoke personally with Nikki Manaj, Snoop Dogg's kids, and Eminem's inner circle. At one point, alone on my laptop at a hotel, people became very excited about this story I had. They were urging me to expose him. At this point a feature I've never seen before opened a group chat window on Twitter, and 50Cent busted in demanding that I explain myself. I turned off the computer, and never spoke of it again, save some writings I have done.
So since then, my enemies have strengthened and maintained that I am never given success for my tens of thousands of hours of works, lest I am given a voice to expose the things I know. The reach is extensive, and Silicon Beach in Los Angeles has done their fair share. It is a criminal network that I have bore witness to boosting, network hijacking, deep hacks, theft of corporate monies, and I dare say they have extended their reach to any industry friends, artists, associates of mine, silently ruining their lives as well.
I am still here, somehow by the grace of God, my higher power, and the generous helping of love from my wife and her family, various non profits (no stranger to stories like these), the church of reason (ironically) and a world of altruistic strangers who have shown inherent goodness in their judgement, and actions.
I have said my piece.
Peace by Peace.
Much Love,
J.E. Ayers Brooks
P.S. This having been said, I have lost between $2 million and $20 million dollars, depending on investments.
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