01 // When illusions performed by illusionists become delusions.
Living among humans should be a peaceful coexistence, one that naturally blooms among thinking adults. However, sometimes such an expectation cannot be met, simply because illusions cast by illusionists can turn into deep delusions.
Oof, I think some are already suspecting where I'm going. At least the ones who have already laid eyes on my—now deleted—texts.
Why did I remove everything, including the YouTube channel?
Because being under constant scrutiny by delusional tarot readers doesn't exactly take my breath away; I simply don't want them to have access to anything of mine. Some of them—I call them the vultures—unfortunately know about this blog.
What do those adult creatures, devoid of cephalic mass, want from me?
They get inspired by my inconsistent English writing. They insult a foreigner's creative writing as being worth nothing—and by 'nothing', I obviously don't just mean money.
Apparently, I write rubbish, but they love it so much that the mere thought of not reading it is more toxic to them than just getting lost in their own digital jungle.
That said, I have decided to no longer be a part of a digital financial ecosystem that permits hate speech, fanatic viewpoints and discrimination under a digital tent—one that belongs to the structured mafia-style marketing umbrella of 'tarot readings'.
However, that platform's terms of use and community guidelines are also selective, apparently.
Hypothetically, I could be confused, with a blurred vision—which is normal for a woman 'of my age', right?
That's how those little inconveniences labelled me! 🤣
🐐 DaGoat, Por Favor!! S'il Vous Plaît, Please
Baa... Bah...
Small channels have to watch their own shadow to ensure they are always compliant with 'everything'. The big fish get a little pardon here, another there—'just keep a low profile for a while, then go back to toxicity, it sells!'
Who cares, right?
Wrong ❌
I do care!
1... 2... 3... I'm OUT!
Boom!
Do you like my parole now, darling?