2023.10.31 – The Unvaxxed DJ Diaries – The Dream Isn’t Over, Or is it?

I’ve decided to start a new diary to record in detail the following proceedings between Kodie and I as it seems he is unable to see how my actions in hash tagging #noTO on my last Instagram post was only coming from a place of a loving elder who, as well as being seven years his senior and of the same skin kinship group, only wants what is best for the tribe, these sacred lands and the wishes of the Ancestor Spirits that also reside here.

The fact that I am also a ten-year veteran in operating and supervising Queensland’s largest Dangerous Goods Chemical Plant Production facility and that I might just know a thing or two about running & managing a large-scale site such as Waddananggu continues to be disregarded in favour of being appreciated only when being seen but not heard. Unfortunately, it appears that there is an energetic blockage in King Kodie that hampers his ability for self-reflection, likely due to the demon of addiction that is currently subtly hijacking both his life and mine, as it appears to be taking hold of multiple members within the camp just as it had done to so many of my loved ones back in Brisbane.

Koodes behavior since he got back to camp reminded me very much of the ego projections that I experienced from him on the night before the Bularu when, as I walked away from him and his unknown mate after a chat regarding what prep was required for the next day’s celebration, he decided to utter the words “just go make me a beat bitch”, followed by chuckles and what sounded like a high five.

Since escaping the wheel of Karma and beginning my path to Kundalini awakening, I have been committed to remaining the vigilant observer of my own emotional triggers and I can say with complete confidence that this was the exact moment when I first started to take notice of this “dark” side of Kodie’s personality.

His comment really hit a nerve with me.

His comment also triggered my Ancestors, who immediately forbade me from making any further music with this supposed “King” until he started demonstrating that he is a man of his word, that he is a man of integrity, and that he can give me the same respect as a Sovereign Soul on this planet that I have always afforded him during our times together.

After that comment, I didn’t leave my tent for the remainder of the evening despite the jubilant energy that had developed since the final guests had arrived and set up camp. Instead of just letting go of Kodie’s callous words and enjoying the festivities, I instead got caught up in low vibrational victimization thought patterns about all the sacrifices that I had made coming back to Waddananggu a second time, all the unfulfilled promises made by the emerging Elders of both tribes and the countless hour’s work I had put into a Crypto project that had led to nothing more than regularly being on the receiving end of Kodie’s condescending communication style that more than once verged on total disrespect for my own Hermetic cultural beliefs and practices.

This situation is not what I had envisioned when Kodie first invited me to live and learn his Indigenous tribal culture on the Sacred lands of Waddananggu.

Case in point.

In the entire nine months I have now spent working for Kodie, I received only one native tribal language lesson.

ONE!!!

Imagine my lack of surprise when on my most recent drive from Clermont to Waddananggu a fellow community member told me that the language lessons had also not been forthcoming for the kids who are currently being homeschooled on site. This seemed deadly wrong after everything this amazing and brave mum had already done by jumping through all the hoops the Government could throw at her, just to have the Wirdi Language lessons added to her children’s education curriculum so they could continue to live on country.

She was very right to feel concerned about this and after our conversation, where she also trusted me enough to open up about anxieties related to illicit drug use that was becoming a regular occurrence on site, so was I. This is the same site that I had been encouraged to bring my own children to by his royal majestic King Kodie just days before he decided to bail on me, leaving me stranded some sixteen hours from Brisbane and with no means to get back to my kids. Those same children that I had arranged and been promised a ride back to Brisbane by his Royal perpetually high-as-fuck-ness so that I could take care of them whilst their mum went through detox, only to have King Koodes decree that my life, kids, and plans are worth just as much to him as being a man of integrity, which literally means it has no worth at all.

The pain, grief, and financial impact his decision had on my family, my trip home, and me personally during a key moment for possible healing was substantial and devastating, but at the end of the day, I must take full responsibility for what happened and accept that it was my own fault.

I am after all the one who made the choice to trust this used car salesman playing the role of King, yet even now, some six weeks later, he still refuses to take any responsibility for his choices or how they have impacted others. There is no willingness to accept constructive and much-needed criticism for his repeated callous behaviors towards myself and numerous other Waddananggu community members that he has used and discarded over the past two years. Criticism that is coming from an Elder with whom the members of “his” community all trusted enough to talk openly and freely with about his behavior, who also just happens to listen and speak for the Spirits of these lands, largely because he is either unwilling or unable to do it himself.

Can anyone else smell that? Smells like fear to me.

In small communities such as this, communication is key to successful outcomes, yet when the very thing causing the problem continues to act like a dick-swinging teenager fuelled by nothing more than an over-inflated ego and an inability to find balance with his feminine aspect, I am left struggling for what else I can personally do in this situation.

There is nothing more I can do is what the Spirits keep telling me.

Alas, it appears that at this time no more magikal Kosmic music jams will be on the cards within the borders of Waddananggu. That does bring a lump to my throat, but honestly, it’s just something else from these adventures that will need to be worked through via meditation and then let go.

Or is it.

Maybe I’m not as ready to let go of the Bush Beats & Kosmic Freqs dream as I first thought.

Despite this fact, I must now accept the truth that right in this eternal now moment, Kodie is all talk & no action when it comes to uniting the tribes under one Sovereign Currency, and I still have a mission timeline that my guides continually keep reminding me about.

FFS we are supposed to be developing a currency with protocols designed for open & honest communication, fair & democratic governance, and built on core values of respect for all cultures, respect for all Elders, and trust building for use by initiated emerging elders to prevent this exact kind of thing from happening.

WTF!?!

This is not what King Koodes, Little Caesar Love and I agreed upon when I was first commissioned to create and gift Ochre Coin and the Trinity Tribes Trust Wallets to the W & J Emerging Elders. This was always only meant to be temporary until the actual Tribal Elders could be taught the Elder Abundance Mindset Protocols and digital wallet management by the initiated Emerging Elders, yet I still have not been given a single opportunity to have the proper face-to-face meeting with an Elder of either Tribe since my arrival.

Perhaps the Bularu was when the beast of addiction first snuck its tendrils into camp and into Kodie’s Spirit. Perhaps though it has been there for a lot longer as my guides just reminded me of the June 22nd Solstice, when during the final negotiations before I gifted him the Trinity Tribe Wallet entitled “The Keys to Parliament House” he told me that he had never really believed in the divine nature to this reality. Now I remember the great rift this created in my own understanding of this man’s true intentions as he sure acts like he believes in Spirit stuff when he is talking to the guests and donors that regularly visit Waddananggu.

Now that I think about it, the phone conversation I had with him a couple of weeks back also provided me another proverbial glimpse at Koodies’s underdeveloped emotional regulation control. Though I had just spent countless hours and days compiling the grant application for $100,000 US to be funded by the Crypto Currency Company Ripple, instead of appreciation or even a simple thank you, I instead got yelled at to the point of crying, all because I referenced the name OCH in a hashtag social media post. Despite my website post clearly explaining the particulars and that Koodes was completely off the mark with his projected anger, with it being obvious to me that he had not even taken the time to read the post properly, I was still forced to be subjected to his aggressive attitude, before finally being granted the opportunity to explain things and calm him down.

It still makes me chuckle to think that the man who coined the phrase “I don’t care about the money, which means I’m trustable” only really withdrew his intimidating and overtly masculine energy when I said the words “I’m sure we could all use a hundred K right now to bring Waddananggu and this project some real investment, don’t you?”. This is also the same guy that I have witnessed on multiple occasions in the last six months get rugged pulled buying Telegram bot-driven Ethereum scam coins after describing all the amazing things he is going to do once he gets his crypto moonshot.

It’s one of those lessons we all must learn for ourselves apparently.

What I have witnessed over these past three days since the King’s return is nothing short of shocking as it appears that the supposed Sovereign of these lands is too immature to participate in a grownup conversation with me. On its own, this is not such a big deal but what was much more concerning for the Ancestor Spirits is that he has still not conducted a single smoke ritual for anyone the entire time since coming back onto these Sacred lands. As the only Traditional Owner on site that is HIS responsibility.

Fulfilling this responsibility has not even crossed his mind though, as he has instead been hell-bent on the purely ego-driven pursuit of writing and recording what in my opinion must be the worst song he has written to date. The fact that it features so many of my own personal catchphrases, yet its message of “don’t mess with my vibe” lacks a definitive protagonist with which his ever-present angst is usually so eloquently directed towards in every other song he has produced, brings a smile to my face.

It seems that my influence on the creation of this song, just like every other thing I had contributed towards creating in my nine months since joining the Waddananggu community is not deemed worthy of even a single Social Media tag, like, or share but truth be told, none of that even matters to me. It matters not to me because from this day until the day that I eventually depart this realm, I will always find pure joy in the knowledge that the badass King of Waddananggu wrote a song just for me.

How cute.

I see now that this is the lesson I was always meant to learn from this experience. The man I met on the March Solstice and instantly developed a deep reverence and respect for as we talked all things culture and crypto is no more. He has transformed in a very foundational and vibratory way, both within his mental and emotional body and I must accept the fact that this is perfectly ok. I must also learn to not be so trusting with my good-willed nature, which though a very typical Piscean trait and lesson to be learned, still doesn’t seem to make it any easier for me to accept it.

It has been over a month since the last guests left the Bularu and nine months since I first committed to protecting the Sacred lands of Waddananggu. It seems I am finally willing to see the truth and accept that this man who just returned to camp is not even close to the energetically balanced individual with whom I had met and shared smoke ceremony with all those months earlier. That guy no longer exists, and this new version is not to be trusted, let alone followed blindly into battle when the stakes are as high as the very Soul of humanity. I will pray that he gets well in his battle with addiction but as of this moment, I must let him go.

In this moment he is just another name on the ever-growing list of casualties that this Spiritual War continues to leave in its wake.

As soon as I had collected evidence confirming that Kodees was definitely on the gear, the true God and King of these lands himself took time out of his busy schedule to let his thoughts be known to me and as I’m sure you can imagine, he was far from pleased. Though he was not as overtly angry as the “Communist” style anger I experienced when I got the Kut-Mobile stranded in the mud of Galilee back in June, it still had that same vibrational energy that I can only describe as being both seething hot, whilst simultaneously being completely calm and cool.

I then had to inform my Lord God that not only had Koodes lost the FTW/ OCH hard copy ledger that states in the very first protocols within its pages that it “must at all times be kept under lock & key within the borders of Waddananggu”, but that he has also been smoking something way harder than Yandi, and had chosen not to conduct a single Sacred Fire Smoke in ceremony with any of the community members for the entire three days since his return.

When God next spoke to me he said but one thing. “Destroy the project immediately.”.

For better or worse I could not bring myself to do what he asked so I guess in this moment I literally defied the word of God. Don’t judge me.

Instead, I asked for time to meditate on possible solutions, which through his gracious understanding, he eventually granted me.

I had to think of a way to still make this whole plan work, and after several hours of contemplation and exploring the potentiality of choice points and timelines I managed to do just that, but it involved something very much out of my comfort zone and natural way of being.

I have no choice but to take on the role of the bad guy.

Heel mode activated.

King Kodie vs DJ Kosmic with manufactured “beef” brought to you by Kut Above Inc. and the Q Group – Intel Division.

We can all still catch those free Qantas Flights forever more if this works my Waddananggu brethren.

Wish me luck.

Queen of Swords energy.