A well-known pedophile actor who committed statutory rape with the consent of the child’s parent has been harassing the various distribution channels of all things /grievechronic\ since about 2021.

The harassment comes in waves, & only due to the grace of God having my tech teams keyed to the creation and distribution of the project be offshore has any pushback against the waves of onslaught been traceable and possible.

The combination of being both a sociopath and a coward with a penchant for stupidly bad business decisions has relegated to him to mostly being a nuisance in the swing of things for me.

But what has always irked me throughout this ordeal was when it became obvious that the open ‘flying monkey’ & ‘transactional chick’ attacks against me and my project were being used to coerce his actual victim(s?) of childhood sexual assault into continued silence.

I have kept my peace because I learned a long time ago that when it comes to being a survivor of child abuse, yes, vengeance is God’s if you bring him into it…but that victim deciding to take that vengeance into his or her own hands is always righteously up for grabs and will be cosmically honored.

The gnat he and his cadre of sycophants have been to me pale in comparison to what God himself has already okayed for his victim of abuse to mete out, when the time that now adult woman (in particular) chooses comes.

With the beginning of the audiobook releases of /grievechronic\ the assault of my distribution channels and the websites keyed to my projects kicked up again. The sense of deja Vu was veering toward feeling terminal until God tilted my head a bit on the matter as he gave me the okay to publicize what has been afoot.

This actor has another new project out… and without any disinterested mud slung by me that names him or his activities… with his “name” still cherished as supposedly one of the “Good Ones”-

[…from Gandhi & Mother Teresa, the biggest tell that a human is a true piece of shit is when the west prattles on publicly about how ‘good’ they are…but that’s a whole Other essay]

The project has been deemed dead in the water from first glance, a gigantic misfire from second. No matter how many other good actors in the project kick and scream to the contrary.

No one who joined this project to affectionately ( & dare I say appropriately) cash in on that purported social standing can understand what is going on.

Because on the surface it makes no sense. This project had all the buzzes and whistles To make it a hit.

But …my projects and even travel commitments keyed to the completion of them have had attempts against them in direct correlation with the sodding off of his project in the streams. As if this fool has allowed his coven to convince him that his falling off is due to a curse coming from my coffers.

He should be so lucky.

There is also the draw your fire element being attempted, another sad norm coming from his camp over the past few years.

To get me to fly into a energetic rage offers loosh this actor can try to pass off as his own mojo to reanimate the DOA project before any of his colleagues are fully let in on the issue being him.

I…have had no time to really tangle with this. Vibrationally I have up-leveled in a way as to not take his behaviour personally at all, even being fully aware of the variables in play.

He can sing himself to sleep with lullabies of my ‘wanting to take him down’ all he wants. He has been doing that for years. But it’s time to clarify:

The one place I do not even want him… is taken down. God knows.

It doesn’t benefit me at all for him to be taken down the way he is fantasizing a person with the call I have on my life with these fucking books would desire to…from his arrogantly ignorant point of view.

I want him up there.

OUT there.

when it all happens.

…You know, comes to a head. On his.

High as FUCK on the hog, being the fucking pig that he is.

But… even though I AM a daughter Of the Most High… I do not purport myself to Be the GOD of this …simulation situation…

so my who shot the fucking dawg route to nip this bullshit in the bud in a way that makes a spectacle that scars every other pig like him for the remainder of their existences on this plane, tho duly noted by Pa-pah~, is not the play God is running in all of this, no matter what the perp believes to the contrary.

It’s a sad irony, actually.

My route would technically be easier on the John.

…So~ after an evening spent amicably warning his most gullible of flying monkeys to abandon ship while she still can, before he flips and tries to pin the whole shrift on her…

I actually got curious… and I took that curiosity into prayer. Because this all doesn’t just feel different because vibrationally I can’t truly give a fuck. I asked to see deeper than my disinterested glance towards the nonsense.

and what I saw…Oh…MY…god-

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The fallback onto the attempted harassment of me is him swinging in the dark trying to not see the light.

This project…he willfully made…to arrogantly try to bury the lead of his actual bad behavior with a child … a project I wasn’t even going to be bothered with tuning into… a project whose pallid reception has startled him…

Openly insults his actual victim.

In her face. & in the aftermath in her psyche of what he did. To her. Not only mocks Her intelligence. Her autonomy. Her right to avenge herself.

This vicious moron actually demanded a horrific caricature Of the person he assaulted as a child be created and placed that character in the movie as comic relief to sell the whole concept of him being a victim.

He’s spent the last month aggressively having shit come for me behind the scenes, trying to pin the malaise around this project on my disdain of him.

But his creative choices are what tanked this shit before it even got started. He openly mocks the little shard of God the inner kid he groomed and assaulted was and is. & …sounds like he even made her watch it surrounded by those who’d enabled what happened to her in some way, shape or form-

This finally made that woman’s inner kid…take it to the only place this shit is really going to be righted for her.

Because God is not mocked.

Even the parts of God that live in us when those parts come back on line.

He wants it to be me that prayed against him & this project doing “well.” Just like he’s done with the past two projects that his shit tanked, when I wasn’t even shutting his nonsense.

He’s used to trying to chalk his attempted shit going sideways due to God tagging him over me. He has the pissed off neural pathways in place for all that. He’s stopping short of praying his damned self it WAS me{ it wasn’t}.

Not her.

The inner kid of this now adult victim of this guy… is sitting next to her…watching God make sure this project is slammed to the nadirs of hell as a piece of shit as she watches. As she …requested.

Because he spat in her face. & he did so after all the grace she’s given him in spite of him consistently trying to encourage her to fuck up her life …so the detritus will cloak his fucking handprints all over her from long ago.

Sometimes those closest To you encourage the worst out of you so no one will believe you when you try to reveal what They did to you. Look at who encourages the drugs, the degradation as being libertine.

…and watch them when you start trying to consciously ease out of it.

It’ll reveal your OPPs every fucking time.

…& to that I say… My name… is WEST. Keep Calm, carry on…but leave me …and my fucking books… the fuck OUT of this mess.

-AB

Motherfucker should have repented when he could’ve. But he made his bed when he crawled into her childhood one.