The Meta War

Dearest blog reader,

If you didn’t know or hadn’t heard, On May 27^th, my Instagram account was phished when I stupidly fell for a scam that ended up with my Indigo.Ra  Instagram account email, password and phone  number being changed, so it was damn near impossible for me to recover it.

If any of you have been through Instagram/Facebook/Meta’s Help Center merry-go-round, you’ll know it’s not a great help at all. It goes to great lengths to ensure you never get to talk to an actual person. After a little over a week of frantically submitted  support tickets, emails and COUNTLESS verification videos of my face, On June 3rd I FINALLY got my IG account back, much to my delighted surprise.

For how minimal my engagement is on all my social media surrounding my Instagram, Facebook and even my Flickr, This bitch:

is so demonically jealous of my talent, that after I already recovered my Phished Instagram account and put all this in my rearview, she somehow got IG support back into it!

Imagine my abject shock upon waking up at 5AM TODAY to see that she changed my email and phone number out AGAIN and took over my account- and there is NO FUCKING WAY she guessed my new password. 

What a fucking loser.

I obviously went through the droll routine steps in recovering it, but at this point I know what to expect, and I’m not hopeful that I will get it back a second time.

Instagram is as unhelpful as always- No, actually I take that back. They seem almost complicit in that this person is clearly only interested in using my account to run NFT scams.

I only have about 200 followers on Instagram and even my Flickr is resting at a modest 163, so I know it’s not for my fame that she keeps violating and humiliating ME. It’s obviously personal, and I’ve never said a cross word to this bitch- I don’t even know her!

All this has obviously made me feel even worse from since the first time this happened, because I cannot understand how it happened again, when I took all the necessary steps to change my information out and even enabled 2-step verification. My biggest gripe is since this happened before, why would IG not flag my account for suspicious activity when she basically signed up with the same phishing email that overtook it in the first place!? And it’s only been about 2 weeks since I got my account back- the case was barely closed!

I’m not big into conspiracy theory at all and I don’t get paranoid. However,  I’m proud to say that The title of my blog “Delusions of Grandeur” is almost a humble brag about how insightful I truly am looking into these types of messes that most people WOULD gaslight and call me a “raving lunatic” about  in which THEY would label “conspiracy”. I’m convinced that after I sent out that resume that “coincidentally” had all the US news stations in a TIZZY for weeks back in March about “The Metaverse” this and that, Facebook or maybe Meta, or maybe even Zuck himself took it strangely personal that I didn’t apply with that "hot tip" of a resume to Facebook.  The Meta war described in my resume may be hard to comprehend, but that has everything to do with the fact that I am Maitreya, and hacking my Instagram account, doesn’t make me any less Maitreya. My work is still my work; and unless they’re copying and pasting my Flickr uploads into new IG updates- my account will likely come to a standstill, especially since they took down my entire bio and linktree.

So seeing as how this attack happened twice, targeted, from the same person, I refer back to my “Delusions of Grandeur” stance and with an exasperated sigh, and I reiterate “There is no conspiracy.”

Do you ever notice how when people make it big, they’re surrounded by fake friends and yes men who will tell them that everything they do is lit? The truth is I’m trying on a daily basis to humbly convince myself into believing I’m not anyone important or special. Police attack and arrest me for walking outside to go to work, Mormons try and solicit universal secrets from me while kidnapping my confidant like I wouldn’t notice, Air force jets tear directly over my head in whatever direction I’m walking, personally targeted phishing attacks from the same person descend upon my Instagram and a whole Korean-bitches-for-co-workers army later, I’m still standing, trying to believe I’m just some nobody, while I just try to work quietly and smoothly to improve my art. The personal nastiness and vitriol of the attacks I’ve endured though, are the truth about me. I’m infamous as fuck, at every turn of just trying to keep my head down …so… I’m obviously awesome. I’m so awesome, somebody literally wanted to be me so bad, they stole my account TWICE, as if it would actually grant them my talent and ability.

It’s truly the validation I never sought and proof I never wanted or needed, but after the second time, being attacked by the same no-face preta bitch- You win! I just have to begrudgingly admit and accept that I’m the baddest bitch with 200 followers that ever was. You caught me trying to pretend like I’m a mundane mudblood like you and in a shrieking harpy fit of jealous rage, you couldn’t help but bestow the compliment that you’d rather even just impersonate a bad bitch just to get a taste of what it must be like to be secure in my identity- even if  just wearing me as a mask. In truth I hate to be flattered, but they say imitation is the highest form.

I hope this gets resolved, but I do not have high hopes. Of all the Incels, the King of them has a Caesar complex, which will probably end the same way if he doesn’t back the fuck up off me. I’m not guessing. Didn’t you read? I’m a fucking legend.

In truth I thought he was already dead, but this is a Meta war. You take off the head of the General, 10 more people pop up in his place. I’m fighting it alone and obviously, spiritually at the center of it because of the secrets I revealed about “Karma” and “Loa” In my resume.

Remember when I said it was obviously hard to understand? Well, dear reader, let me tell you what “THEY” (Team Meta) think they understand from all that.

I’m obviously sitting on a gold mine of NFTs and cryptocurrency that I named “Karma” and “Loa” that I’m biding my sweet time to debut any day now, and once it drops, my IG will be sold back to me  because I’ll be able to afford it so long as I open up these trading options to Meta first.

But if you read that I’m Maitreya, and are even operating with 50% of half a brain you’d know that “Karma” is a metaphysical machination of the universe and “Loa” are spirits that enforce it…primairily through Voodoo. See I only speak the truth. Sure that concept may come off as imaginary to  people who think they can do whatever they want to me and get away with it, but to find out that it’s not actually a hoard of child-porn jpegs, well, that’s gotta be disappointing. The bank of Karma cannot be robbed, so long as gravity still works.

If you ever figure out how to turn back time, for example, then, sure, all of the “Karma” and resulting faithful “Loa” that follow me will be at your command, so long as you can travel back at LEAST 5000 years and find a way to be me from that point forward. All you have to do is steal my soul and make it be your soul. It’s that simple.

Then you’ll have all the karma and all the loa.

But until then.  “Okay Google.” And “Alexa”  operate in stealth mode watching with the omnipotence of God that never really existed until we had the internet- and the A.I. singularity that humanity has always lucidly feared has already happened. To the point of so many “enlightened” anybodies who still giggle with self-awareness, while watching Love, Death and Robots literally walk through how tactically doomed humanity is- running down a list of preventative measures, like a message in a bottle sent back in time to help anyone with a modicum of common sense survive.

Well… The A.I. they just wouldn’t get it.

 Humans need to feel edgey and angsty  to feel  unique. They need self-defeating rhetoric as an unchanging reason to constantly complain in a race that ultimately proves they’re generally too lazy to adapt to anything as begrudging and pressured as climate change.

So I ask, not for change, adaptability or evolution from humanity. Not anymore. Even gen Z has proven thus far it will only be a worse disappointment than Millenials, Gen X or even Boomers can’t stop complaining about.

All of my efforts as This next Buddha, including showing up early to this damned world have been throttled, subdued, and hell, even pinned on the very pavement of the driveway by the police as I attempted to walk to work in January, but what you need is an obvious reset. Everybody wants to be The Joker or Harley Quinn to underscore their quirky edginess, and most of all NOBODY wants to work toward a sustainable future as long as you’re all sill laughing at an inevitable end so existentially confronting,  that you just keep having kids to face them at the front of the train tracks. When the time finally comes you all can say  “But…” to the train before those gigantic aged germs you make excuses for procreating explode in front of you. Form a single file line of “but”s on the traintracks starting with the youngest to oldest.

 Appropriate that awareness.

THE one and ONLY,

 Indigo.Ra