Why the Truth is like a strong sharp wind and how I found my voice
I sure spent some years being speech less and in utter shock about events that took place in my personal life and also globally. it was hard to express and find the words for something, that felt so utterly wrong like a sudden and unexpected punch into the stomach.
It all started in early 2015, when I spoke up against my slave monger-like-art agent. My voice was shaking, I felt like I was piercing though an invisible wall and entering dangerous terrain. I was fearful but also it felt so utterly wrong to get treated and tricked like rightless cattle, by an arrogant self glorifying lying person, who was making tons of money with me, without having a single trait, that would make her qualified for the job. Unless you see arrogance and greed as a quality.
The backlash I got from her and the Co criminal exploiter client she brought in, was like getting beaten up and punished by your parents for something nasty you did. Of course good parents don’t beat their kids up. Mind you, I was already grown up and they were dependent on my creative productivity. But they were also the “corporate”.
And you don’t challenge the corporate.
All I had asked for was a bit more freedom and respect and money. She took 50% of everything I made and she made sure, that I was sold to exploitation for years, to clients with tricky contracts I had no clue of back than. Because I did not dare to ask. There was dread in the air non stop.
Ever since I have pierced through that invisible wall often, over and over again. Still timid in the beginning, but every time it felt a bit lighter, a bit more self evident to speak up about what was hurting and wrong. Until today, it’s like the most normal thing to do. And it is. It should be. It’s all about starting at some point.
Don’t get me wrong, I got punished, attacked and excluded and blocked every single time. My need for truth and justice was very expensive. My agent, who earned a fortune on me, badmouthed me in the industry, after I left her. She went and took my design prize without telling me I was even given one. It was impossible to get work again. I was punished in my own family, when I told my mom, that her whole pride (other than me, the artist) , my evil brother, was working for criminals. He worked for the Credit Suisse, which was basically hoarding the gold the Nazis stole from the Jews. In modern days they were helping drug cartels to wash money in south and middle America. They had very many dirty involvements. Back in 2015 only a few knew this. Now in 2022 it was even in the mainstream media and is out in the open. I don’t want to go into detail about the disgraceful things I went through in my family. All I’m saying is that speaking the truth and demanding justice is a very powerful thing, but not for everyone recommendable, as it’s a very tough path. It’s so powerful that they, the “corporate” will do everything to shut you down and destroy you for it. Even taking your life.
Meanwhile it’s a big movement, the truth speaking movement. It’s still not easy, very tough winds are blowing and you get ridiculed, isolated and destroyed in every possible way. In a Society, where the lie and the false narrative is dictating reality, and everyone who is not buying it is threatened, we are still having a tough life.
But I do firmly believe, that the tides are about to turn and already turning. Along the way I overcame my speech lessness. I learned to find powerful words that can be like a sword and it was my therapy from feeling like a victim. Knowledge is backing me up and I go every extra mile for it. I’m ready to go back to be a journalist again. Like I was with 17 years already, when I brought down a local politician with a truth article. They shut me up and they punished me. I tried to be a journalist for at least 10 years but it was like living like Don Quichotte against the windmills. I went into the business of art instead, out of the business of words. I thought I was save there. Yet I encountered the same old puppeteers and manipulators again. Because they are everywhere. The truth will also go everywhere. Like a rough cold wind, it will intrude into every crack of the dry, riddled, stinky cheese, the false reality is. Because the truth has the longest stand and it’s winning.