You probably don't remember...

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As you thought you knew me...

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According to your lies and delusions and smear campaigns...

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To save your face and ass from who you really are.

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Pathetic. 

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I've been a really good girl for a really long time...

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That good girl grew into her Self as a woman. She strengthened and healed her masculine energy and Father wounds after healing her feminine energy and Mother wounds on both sides and ancestral clearing from my biological parents, meaning DNA. It's hard to be right when everyone else is wrong...

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You know what I mean? 

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They'll say they're right, but they're not. 

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They all have loose and dead ends. Their masks slip. Their nerves shake. Their lies tangled into a web of mess, because it wasn't woven properly, considering they're invading thieves and lecherous parasites. 

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It's hard being spiritual. If it was easy, everyone would be doing it. 

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They losers, the liars, and the desperate craft personal narratives of heroic proportions for everyday trash that seeks to raise them on a pedestal of self-glorification and faith. That's not true. You can see it in their eyes and bravado. They still manipulate via pity, shame, and guilt. That's low-vibrational. Their sheer selfishness shows through their dramatic and desperate ploys for self-pity and profit to scam and con their way to the top.

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They're frauds who are like televangelists. Then they try to glam themselves. 

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I used to genuinely generous and kind, but the jews ruined that. The black people's mockery and laughs also ruined that. The middle-aged white moms of trash suburbia who live off of their cheating husbands ruined that. You all ruined that. I was perfectly caring and compassionate before you decided to intervene where you don't belong. Your life is a sham, and your relationships and lives are embarassing entertainment. They're just try-hard prostitutes that act like children and try to freeze the fountain of artificiality and lies.

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Anyways, these days, everyone thinks that they need to be famous, that they deserve to have attention. Why? Did you family sacrifice you to mainstream entertainment to be a child prostitute and whore? Are you really nothing if you look at it objectively? How long can a house of cards stand on sand? 

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To me, what's important is my self and my life. I've given countlessly and generously to so many people all over the world. To be frank, they don't deserve it. They don't deserve my help, wisdom, knowledge, inspiration, or creativity. They don't deserve my money, care, or time. That's what I've learned on my spiritual journey across the globe and back. 

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I've seen humanity. I've experienced luxury. I've been in extreme poverty of the lower worlds. No one else can say that in truth, and I revel in that.

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I love myself. I accept my wholeness. I'm proud of myself and accomplishments. I am successful, important, and my work has meaning. 

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That's what's important to me - on a soul level.

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My immenseness intimidates and scares people, because they haven't met themselves on that level, since they're running from past crimes, mistakes, and lies... That's not a life well-lived or fulfilled, in my opinion. That path is empty, vapid, and shallow; and leads to hell. Hellbound and down...

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In the secular world, glamour and luxury and the pretense of that illusion is based on mainstream programming to keep egos growing in a never-ending hall-of-mirrors of deceit and exploitation. If you look at celebrity brands and popstars and movie actors businesses and model whatever, you'll see the trail of exploitation, slavery, and death that lies in their wake. 

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How ugly is that.

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It's easy to cop out and take the easy street down whore back alley with photographers, videographers, and rappers. That is not difficult. That's called desperation row... That leads down a pipe to the Phillipines and a one way from tunnel land. That is not for me, but you can do what you want... I guess...

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For how long? 

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The buzzwords "high value woman" gets thrown around a lot in tangent to "high value men"... If you are incapable of higher-level critial thinking and computation, the lower mind of the monkey brain will immediately take, twist, and glean meanings that are perverse, twisted, and intentionally wrong. They are evil and stupid. That only creates ugliness which is linked to poverty. 

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Think about that. 

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If you want beauty, you have to make it. You create it. You radiate it. Beauty is inside of everyone, but only a rare and select few actually uncover it to unveil the mystery of life in an endless spiral of helix codes and wonderment. 

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That's not an every day occurrence. 

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Small minds just giggle, because they can't reach that level. Lower vibrations and mind cannot reach higher level frequencies and meanings.

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If you think of all of the people that have been obsessed with me since childhood, middle school, high school, college, and career, you would lose your mind. They all try to be me, lie to me, and hurt me, because they are desperate, wannabe losers. Nobody likes them for a reason.

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That's why they try to be me by copying, by doing crime, by doing identity theft, bank fraud, paperwork bullshit, and elaborate schemes of fuckery. If you look at them, you can immediately see that they aren't shit and get by on sympathy and baby tactics. Nobody wants them romantically or sexually, because they're ugly, stupid, and evil. 

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We can all see that. We just don't say it...

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Anyways.

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You can gussy up a pig, but it's still a pig. You can surgically change a body, face, and more, but that's still a piece of shit, worthless, prostitute bitch. 

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That's just facts on God.

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That's why real men and women love me, and children and animals flock to me. The natural order of things is vibrational. Energy doesn't lie. People do.

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Remember that.

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Being versatile, well-rounded, and the full package doesn't mean that you're crazy, duplicitous, or have Multiple Personality Disorder. I know those kinds that do have and are that. They have massive unhealed childhood trauma and shitty families that passed down their junk DNA to their successors. 

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That's spiritual. My spiritual doesn't need the physical to fool people. 

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The others rely on the material illusion to fuel their materialistic delusions. I believe in a balance that truly reflects both energies on both planes of existence as one, because that's who I am and what I require. 

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Most Spiritual Practitioners and Coachers and whatevers are in it for the money and personal glory of attention to overcompensate for their true selves that they hide behind masks and money. They don't want you to know who they truly are, because they don't want you to know and/or they don't know themselves. I hate those kinds of phonies, but they're usually government plugs or informants for mind and population control. 

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Welcome to 2025. 

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This isn't that. That isn't this.

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Can you tell?

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Discernment 101.

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I grew up in business. As a child, I was earning passive and active income for my family, which they pocketed. I've been earning since I was in-vitro. I wasn't a cheap baby, considering the international airfare and all...

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I've absorbed second-hand conference calls since I was a child. We would go to McDonald's for breakfast with Guy's coworker friends as kids. I would get the big breakfast and make a huge sandwich, because Linda malnourished us intentionally as children for her sick pleasure and enjoyment. We would call Nana and talk for like an hour on speaker and pass around the phone, because she's been stalking us since before we got here. 

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Malcolm Gladwell says that it takes 10,000 to master something or become really adept at it that it's like second-nature. That's what business and coaching calls is like for me. I've absorbed about 100,000 hours of conference calls, business dinners, and coworker vacations and what-not since I was a child. I've been banking on that vibration, customs, and trust since I was a kid. That's ingrained and embedded in me, and I think that shows in my magnetism and mystery. People are racist, sexist, and ageist. 

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Hi, it's Lauren California. 

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Hello, Lauren West...

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Before 30, I made my way up the corporate ladder in a year's time and travelled frequently to NYC for the merger and was one of the first to go to Budapest for technology, product design, and back-end communication. I'm used to being on different time zones, and I grew up in Crown Rooms before it became over-saturated by social climbers and clout chasers who shouldn't even be flying, if we're being honest. I didn't have a choice. This is my life. 

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Maybe you had a choice as a white person, but I'm Korean and adopted. 

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Don't get into narcissism, prostitution, and crime with me. You own up to it. You don't even know me, and you don't mean what you say. You lie. 

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Most people don't move extensively and internationally multiple times while traveling for athletics, leisure, and obligation. I don't operate like normal people. That's why I'm "ahead" and "behind". You can't replicate or duplicate this. You can only get yourself trapped in lies and delusion.

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That's true. 

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You probably won't get it, but that's fine. I'm used to that. Spiritual.

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People that grow up poor and desperate have a different upbringing, lifestyle, and expectations than people that are born rich. They're different, and it shows. That's why they made Pretty Woman. I'm more like Steel Magnolia meets Runaway Bride at My Best Friend's Wedding...

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That's the synopsis of my life if it were a pre-baked movie script from white people by people for white people and their agenda.

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That's not me. 

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That's why they're terrified of me. They need me. All sides do. 

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Why else would they have started a terrorism war and surveillance space race to have me on their team with my data, reputation, and good-standing.

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If life is a game of attrition, I am the prime arbiter of justice and harbinger of change in a played-out and ego-centric environment of absolute trash and bullshit. All of that is bad look. It's time to change the bench...

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BFFR.

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- Love n Lite, 

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Lauren California West 

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