The Hard-Knock life
The Hard Knock Life of His Royal Highness Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed
The Promotional Videos for this blog:
THEME Song:
https://thecompactor.blogspot.com/2025/08/giving-them-something-to-talk-about.html
I did so to try to get a fast computer because I can't afford to buy one myself at this time. I shall wait to see if they come through.
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https://thecompactor.blogspot.com/2026/07/the-anointed-one-story-of-adam-bin.html
https://legal.un.org/ilc/texts/instruments/english/conventions/9_1_1961.pdf
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absolutely has Diplomatic immunity in the United States, article 37 of the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations states that family members of his also have the exact same diplomatic immunity as he does! That .....means that His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed also automatically has The Same diplomatic immunity as my verified father does!
I CANNOT be arrested, questioned, prosecuted, stopped by local or state law enforcement, for any reason!
That car was a land yacht! It had electric everything, a 302 v8, and needed shocks badly! It ran ok though.
and drove it to and from work. Her sister, Debra, and Melanie always wanted to use MY car, MY gas to go partying! I let them just.....to see if they would fill my tank up and be careful with my car! She drove it like a bat out of hell! Scraping the front hard on turn outs, going over bumps hard, not really respecting my car at all! I sold that car because the top got ripped and it would cost $1,000 to replace.
I bought a business license and the insurance for both the business and the van and paid for fleet insurance. I drove passengers who paid me to take them to places like Yuma, Phoenix, Mexicali, and even to El Cajon, CA a few times.
A spiritual warrior forged by heavenly fires!
It has never been easy for me. I have been attacked, criticized, mocked, had multiple attempts on my life, by a mayor and his corrupt, sociopathic, narcissistic family, in Mountainaire New Mexico, being jumped, beaten by 20 Mexican pussies who were racially against Muslims, and I still survived!
I was also attacked by The sitting DUCK judge of Sulfer County who was and still is a sociopathic Narcissist, Judge Aaron Duck!
I should have played: Duck, Duck Goose with his biatch ass!
If he gets in legal trouble, would he....DUCK out?
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It's weird how Sociopaths all seem to have a lot in common, they all are overweight, they are in positions of power because they believe that to have power OVER people, they must control others in order to feel in control AND they also think that the laws do not apply to them, and apply to everyone else, not to them!
Every single Narcissistic Law enforcement officers and deputies say this when you say:
"You Have NO Power over ME!"
Their predictable response will always be: "I... ABSOLUTELY DO.....have power over you!" (Or words like that!) That's ONE way to see if the officer or deputy is a Sociopath!
Power-Challenge them!
I did that and these Sociopathic narcissistic, sources of all things corrupt, think that "I AM the LAW!" When you fact-check them when in fact, I remind them that.... "You ARE....nothing more than LAW Enforcement, and you work for THE People to Protect And Serve...."
Their predictable response is: "NO! I work for The County or I work for the city!
I then ask: Who or WHAT do you "Protect" then?
Crickets for a few minutes while they have to think up another predictable response:
Don't these Sociopathic narcissists realize that their brains are Programmed by their wasted and corrupt training?
Here are a few undisputable FACTS:
1. SOCIOPATHIC NARCISSISTS infiltrate law enforcement and all positions of power, (including Confidential Medical Clinics in San Diego-Opsam Health for instance) in order to gain leverage to control others because they, themselves are so far OUT of control that they have to control others in order to Think they are in control? (The biggest Fallacy and indicative of their Mental Incapacity BTW!)
2. Once one Sociopath infiltrates ANY position of power, and rises to a position where they can hire others, they choose ONLY other Sociopaths?
(Another sociopathic BIAS completely based on factual information and patterns. Only Sociopaths support other Sociopaths!) This is because they are so weak as beings, that they have to GANG up.....against one person who is SO strong, that even ten six-foot tall sociopathic narcissists weighing 250+ pounds each, Sociopaths are like wolves....stronger in a pack....weaker as individuals.....so when one single Sociopath is around, they will avoid you, the strong one....I experienced this three or more times in West Valley Detention center
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where a Racist Sociopathic Narcissistic Deputy came to where my 1995 GMC Suburban was parked, as a racist power flex, while I ate something, then was going to drive back to San Diego, this PIG arrested me for being Muslim! Nothing else! I had a paper license plate in the back window from Arizona, I had Arizona Car Insurance, I had a legal Driver's license from Colorado, and yet, that asshole didn't even ONCE follow Protocol and ask for my Vehicle info, he came there to Arrest me! For standing on the side of the road, dressed in my Muslim gear!
This mentally deficient nut-job demanded that I sit on the curb, I then asked: Am I under arrest or detention?
He said: No, not yet.
I responded: Then I don't need to speak with you or do anything you say!
I turned my back and walked around my passenger side of my vehicle to go begin putting my stuff away and then that piece of mentally deficient asshole decided he didn't like that I knew my rights! So, he decided to physically Attack me unprovoked! At this point, I had EVERY single RIGHT to Defend myself!
The Definition of Self Defense:
self-de·fense
/Λself dΙΛfen(t)s,Λself dΔΛfen(t)s/
noun
noun: self-defence; noun: self-defense
the defense of one's person or interests, especially through the use of physical force, which is permitted in certain cases as an answer to a charge of violent crime.
"he claimed self-defense in the attempted murder charge"
I had not verbally assaulted him, I had not verbally nor physically threatened him, though due to my vast legal knowledge of my rights, the Sociopath perceived me as a threat and thus attacked me because I wasn't able to BE CONTROLLED!
He football sacked me to the ground and I hit him on his head! I fought him as hard as I could as we rolled around on the hot asphalt! At one point, the opportunity to grab his weapons produced itself! I decided not to do so! I continued to physically fight and defend myself! He got the better of me and rolled me over onto my belly and cuffed me!
Once they took me to the first jail, began processing me, they denied me my phone call! Then I told one of the deputies: " I despise your corrupt asses! You are racist, you are all corrupt!"
Because I said that, they immediately pegged me as "Mentally Ill" and crazy! They transfered me to West Valley Detention center to one of their Mental health wards! These weak pussies were supposed to arrain me within 24 hours yet, they didn't! They waited 72 hours! First wrongful corrupt thing they did! Then, to stretch out the time, they would take me to court, yet I would never see a judge or my fake ass lawyer!
I would go to the holding cell, stay there for hours then get loaded back on the bus! They did that over five times in a period of three months! Meanwhile, at the jail, these fake asses used a computer to copy and badly paste a signature for Forced Medication orders! I asked to see PROOF of the orders which, I AM supposed to receive a copy of anyhow! I didn't get to have a copy because the one they showed me, had that white, square around where they took an image in Paint π¨ and tried to paste it onto one with my name on it! Being a former Network tech, I recognized their bad efforts to deceive me! I called them OUT hard and I refused all efforts to medicate me! In California,
Everyone has THE right to refuse all medications by law!
You have the right to refuse medical treatment or treatment with medications (except in an emergency) unless a capacity hearing is held and a hearing officer or a judge finds that you do not have the capacity to consent to or refuse treatment.
Before your court day
What to bring to your hearing
- All the court papers you filed
- Copies of your signed Proof of Service forms for the notice
- Any notes about what you plan to say or questions you have
If you didn't already turn it in, then the partially filled out
- Order Appointing Probate Conservator of the Person (form GC-340)
- Letters of Conservatorship (form GC-350)
The person with the disability should also go to the hearing
It's very important that the person with a disability go to court on the day of the hearing. This is an opportunity for them to share their opinion about the limited conservatorship with the judge.
Since I was never actually present at any "hearing", according to California Statutes and Ordinances, my rights were egregiously and willfully violated which immediately put those so-called orders into question!
I dug in and resisted every effort to medicate me! Their fake Diagnosis from a fake ass doctor who did whatever these sociopaths told him to out of fear that they would use the leverage they had against him!
I knew....that these Sociopathic narcissists were never allowed into the cells because there were no cameras! So, I used that to my advantage!
Once, they lied to me and on "tier time", they popped my door and let me out....as I went down the stairs, ten big ass Sociopathic Narcissistic Mexicans came filing into the unit! I KNEW....right then, what was up! I took evasive actions! I started running around the area....as they encircled me, drawing their pissy ass stun-guns! One fired at me and totally missed! Another fired theirs....missing me yet again! I dodged, I weaved and then once there were no more weapons, I stopped for a split second and looked around for the tallest and weakest link. I then ran at him and then did the baseball base slide underneath and between his legs!
Oooh! That....pissed them OFF! I was sweaty as a pig and as they scrambled to grab my legs or any part of me, they lost their hold on me as I shook them off easily! Then, more deputies came running in in an attempt to fill more of the space! I then darted upstairs to my cell and closed the door!
On ONE occasion, they used 15 large Mexicans to grab me! I kicked, I threw punches, I bit their limbs, I fought them in every way possible as their pussy ass nurse used the needle to inject me! The first attempt ended with me kicking the needle out of her hands! That broke the damned thing! The nurse had to go get another! HA! HA! Biatches!
It took 15 of their BIGGEST pussies to hold me down!
Once the high ass dose of medicine was forcefully injected I fought it's effects while the sociopathic narcissists picked me up and forced me to sit in some wheelchair! Then.....this impulsive sociopath decided it was OK to step on my leg chains! I then stood up suddenly and kicked Deputy Sanchez in the balls HARD!!!!
He wasn't wearing his cup! Biatch!
He went down clutching his balls and was groaning and moaning in pain while rolling around on the floor while all the other Sociopathic Narcissistic Deputies stood frozen, mouths open in utter shock, while everyone in their cells, were all glued to their slit windows watching "The Show" I was giving them!
I stood over the piece of mentally deficient nut-job shit looking down on him, proud that I kicked this asshole in the balls!
Their supervisor came in and saw what happened and told me; "If you did this as an attack and not out of self defense, you are going to the hole!" I told her;
"I assure you, that piece of shit put his foot on my leg chains without me doing anything and I...have THE right to defend myself by any means necessary according to California law!"
She said; "I am going to check the cameras, I hope for your sake, you're right!
A few minutes later, she nodded and I was released! She helped the ailing pig off the floor and asked him why he wasn't wearing his protective gear as per Protocol! He responded by saying; It's so uncomfortable!
She laughed; "Now you see WHY it's protocol! I don't feel the least bit sorry for you!" (Another instance of how sociopaths don't think they have to follow any of the rules or the law!)
Then, as I freely walked around, that sociopath had what's left of his balls to say; "I forgive you!"
I said to him: For....WHAT???? Kicking you....in the balls rightfully and getting away with it???? Hahahahahahahahaha! I...am.....THE ONLY man here who had historically kicked a deputy in the balls and never paid a consequence at all!
That act.....made me....a HUGE celebrity in there! That news went VIRAL! Every deputy, every prisoner suddenly respected me or feared me! Even the hard ass gangstas high-fived me!
Even the prisoners around me....kept saying to me; "I can't believe you DID that and didn't get in trouble!"
Well, that's more proof that GOD's Anointing has protected me!
Touch not my anointed" *No weapon formed against me shall prosper"
By late September or early October, they released me. They completely dropped all charges against me, mostly because all of the charges were bogus and to prosecute this case, would expose all of their faked documents, their lies and vicious attacks!
Since then, their medicine has unleashed more neurological damage to my already damaged neurological system! The medicine gave me Tardive dyskinesia (TD)! I am planning on Suing West Valley Detention center for Millions in damages to my physical body over the rest of my life!
While there, I personally witnessed several corrupt deputies taking certain prisoners out and to who knows....to some Janitorial closet or something and booty banging the gay asses and several straight guys and ladies having lots of sexual interactions with prisoners and other Deputies while on duty! What....in HELL....are they....running here? A slave-trading brothel? Sheesh!
I...am STILL being talked about today at West Valley Detention center even as I write this! Deputy Soto, that fat dude, still misses me! π
I made my way to San Diego, not knowing that I had all of my SSI and my Social security checks piling up over that entire year! The problem was that I didn't have any ID! Once I got to San Diego, I went downtown to stay on the streets because I didn't have anything at all! I had lost everything to the Sociopaths in San Bernardino county! They crushed my 1995 GMC Suburban with all my stuff still inside! Motherfuckers! "CAR-MA" (Karma) is STILL kicking their asses!!!
I slept on the cold and dangerous streets near 15th and Market St where over the first night, I got my backpack stolen!
That same morning, I woke up and found it gone! Well, dumb fucks! Go ahead.....you JUST got exactly what's coming to you! Karma is a killer!
Soon, a few weeks later, I went to Nami, and started using their address to receive mail. Then, I was able to get my ID. Once I got my ID, I was able to access my Bank account which had $18,0000-$20,0000 in it! I got accepted into a shelter during that time as well! I showed the staff my account figures: I said: "That's more than you make in a year!"
I was told to spend every single dime by the Social security office!
So? I did! I spent that money on my friend, Owen, taking him out for food, buying food from Uber Eats for anyone who wanted something, and paying for Gas, and a Two-Day stay at a hotel! I even took my friend to the most expensive Steakhouse to eat!
I paid for a mail box too!
Then I bought Onesies and Diapers for myself which I needed. I then went out each day to look for a new place to stay. I came upon 720 4th Ave in downtown San Diego. I figured that it would have Sociopathic narcissists and bed-bugs, roaches and rats. I knew that this was a mere lillypad to launch myself into my next amazing chapter. I told everyone, even the people at West Valley Detention center as well as in the shelter I was in, that I...am going to be....THE next U.S President! As usual, they humored me, went along with me thinking that I was dilutional or something! What these Sociopathic narcissists lacked and still do, is the ability to see far into the advanced versions of this reality, the blocks of simultaneous events all occuring at the same time... Meaning that in at least 10 versions of reality, I already AM the US President in 2028!
Watch THIS if you do not believe!
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That being 100% verified fact, I already know how my life anew, begins. I arrest Trump and his entire family, I cease all of their assets, internationally and domestically, I arrest Elon Musk, cease all of HIS assets, and everyone connected to him that may be associated with The Epstein files! Most trump supporters support him because they themselves are one: too stupid, two, are sociopathic narcissistic pedophiles! I am to arrest all of the named celebrities and the elite, such as The Rothschild Family and The Rockefeller Family to start with!
It was 2009 or 2010ish when I signed up to be a member of The Illuminati.
To be VERIFIED as a member, they sent Sebastian Rothschild to where I lived in Colorado springs to drive past me in his guard-class black Chevy Suburban with no license plate on 8th street after Sebastian ate lunch at the PepperTree Restaurant. The driver was shooting golf when he got the call, and didn't even have time to change his Golf cleats. He was still even wearing his golf clothing.
Sebastian couldn't wrap his head around HOW I knew that his driver was still wearing his golf cleats as they drove by and as Sebastian soluted me. How DID I know?
It was shortly thereafter that I conducted my search for my biological father. I ran up against redacted info that required top security clearance to access, and the ONLY person I knew at that time, that knew my biological father and had the security clearance, was none other than Melinda French Gates.
I contacted her and kindly asked her to reveal who my biological father was. She decided to play a game of Process of Elimination. She gave me access to the Committee of 300 list which features 300 of the most elite and Royal people. I had to subtract everyone from that list that wasn't a Saudi Royal Prince. Then there were 30,000 princes in Saudi Arabia yet 15 of those were on that list. From that 15, only a few lived in Riyadh Saudi Arabia. Once I got down to the last 4 or so, I asked Melinda Gates to show me my father.
It was none other than Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal.
I then contacted him via a few of his businesses and told him that Melinda Gates had revealed him as my father. Of course he denied it! Then he went to my first cousin, MBS to get him involved to conduct an official DNA swab of myself and my father, Alwaleed Bin Talal to confirm. MBS ran out DNA over 25 times and the same results occurred. Then.....MBS said to my father: "You have to close your legs when you go out and about!"
My father responded: "What! I don't have problems with Ladies!"
Then, MBS announced to ALL of Saudi Arabia that a New Saudi Royal Prince has joined the royal family and his name is: Adam Bin Alwaleed.
That public announcement came and then suddenly I began to be contacted by Saudis and royals as well as by the Dubai Royal family.
These so-called educated idiots, don't actually know anything about The Vienna convention on diplomatic relations!
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THIS absolutely defines the undeniable legal fact that because my father, Alwaleed Bin Talal Al Saud
Ignorance of the International law (Actual and real "Law") and treaty, is no excuse!
Article 37 of the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations absolutely applies to ME even though I was born in the USA! The Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations does NOT specify where you were born!
Article 37 states that if your father or Mother have Diplomatic immunity, so do each and every single family member by default no matter WHERE they were born!
I CANNOT be arrested, questioned, prosecuted, stopped by local or state law enforcement, for any reason!
Once my DNA has established that I am related to my Saudi Billionaire Royal Prince Father Alwaleed Bin Talal, the Vienna Convention on diplomatic relations automatically applies!
This also protects my girlfriend as well as long as she is living with me.
She cannot be arrested, questioned, interrogated based on my own verified Automatic Diplomatic immunity.
Ever since I was a child, my adoptive father has chastised me, for smoking, wearing diapers, saying "That's a real lunger" and expressing his toxic opinions about everything I do!
He believed that I HAD to get a J.O.B. (Just Over Broke) to be successful!
My adoptive father didn't even support my adoptive mom's talented music career! In fact, my adoptive father mocked, make criticizing statements like: You can't make money with Music! You'll never be famous making music!
Little did he know that I fired back at him a few times saying: Then....how do you think these celebrities became famous by making music? It takes years of doing yet the end result is doing what you love and getting PAID lots of money to do it!
He at first shut up then later, he fired back:
"Yeah but how are you going to support yourself in the meantime?"
Me: HA! Just because YOU didn't make it doesn't mean that others aren't allowed to make it! What's meant for me....is not meant for you! I will NEVER be you and YOU can NEVER be me!
He nodded in agreement then said:
I would NEVER want to BE you!
Me: Good! Stay that way!
My Adoptive father pretends to care, yet makes little effort to contact me unless he is in San Diego for some reason. Otherwise, no contact.
He NEVER actually supports anything I do! He isn't capable of it! He simply humors me then goes on with his selfish life.
My Adoptive father was and still IS an ego maniac and a half:breed sociopathic narcissist!
He lives in his fragile ego!
My adoptive father is a covert narcissist! The woman he is currently with is a Jewish Sociopathic Narcissist who controls his every move.....and he submits!
I have been the center of many, many attacks by my adoptive mom, Cynthia Gayneau for not confirming and complying to her demands!
I constantly defied her demands to clean up my room, do my homework or wash the dishes! Rightfully so! I have always had to fight for my independence and my innate power!
I grew up in a single mother environment at 521 N. Treat ave in Tucson, AZ.
My adoptive father left us, my Adoptive mom, my younger sociopathic narcissistic adoptive brother, Michael David Lewis, and I; in 1981 and by 1982-1983 they got divorced.
As a branded and marked Chosen One, branded and marked by The Divine, I accepted a life contract that made my life from the start, MONUMENTALLY difficult and highly challenging!
By 1984, my adoptive father got into another relationship with my would-be stepmom; Marian Cacciatore. It was in that same year that while walking home from being dropped off by the school bus, I got cloraformed by an older man who was a pedophile and dragged into his backyard and presumably into his house and then into his bedroom. I found myself laying on my back with all of my clothing off, and my diaper pulled down and laying open flat exposing my naked body as the chloraform wore off. The old man was sucking on my penis and sticking his index fingers into my butt! I tried to get away but he was just too big and too strong! I did cease an opportunity to find my clothes and put my diaper back on then escape! I made it back home to find that my adoptive mom was going crazy wondering what happened to me. I told her what happened and the police were called. They went to the man's home and arrested him. They gave him 2 years in jail of the 12 years sentence before releasing him. I later saw him again at a store when my adoptive mom and I were shopping and he approached me.
By 1986 Tim Lewis and Mariain Cacciatore got married and moved in "officially" even since Marian kind of moved in already.
When the two went on their honeymoon, I was left with one of my adoptive father's friends, Dan Matorozo who had a girlfriend who he was living with who had two girls in diapers. I was kept in Ultra Pampers Plus thick and bulky plastic-backed disposable diapers during that time.
It was the July 4th of 1986 of that year that my stepmom and I got into a power battle of control. I wouldn't do my chores and she physically grabbed my forearms leaving nail marks in them! I thought I was defending myself when I knocked her hands off me then I slapped her cheek! I went to bed wearing only my diapers that hot night and woke up on my belly in cuffs then was taken to the juvenile detention center overnight before being released. I never heard anything more of the case after that.We then moved to another house, 909 south Erin Tucson, AZ. That's when my stepmom really started making me wear my diapers around the house with a T-shirt and flip-flops.
My stepmom took me out shopping for groceries and my diapers to ABCO to by my diapers and wipes. My stepmom preferred Huggies disposable diapers over my choice of LUVS or Pampers.
On Wednesdays, she had women's group come over and there were a lot of mothers who had babies and toddlers in diapers. I had to wear my diapers with them showing with only my t-shirt around the house. She even changed my diapers right in front of all the mothers a few times.
Quite a few of the mothers even said they weren't embarrassed and had seen it all. I had to go toss my wet disposable diapers after she got done changing my diapers. My stepmom even said things like; "OH what a good boy for throwing your diaper away."
The reason she was doing all this was because of some new age child psychologist named Ishwara or something like that, recommended she do so.
Ishwara had recommended that my stepmom treat me like I was 2 and a half years old completely, even mandating a specific nap time for me during the day. Ishwalla also recommended that my stepmom do all of my diaper changes, even while out and about, checking to see if my diapers were wet or not while out.She did too! My rules were that I was not allowed to be out of earshot or eye sight at all times. If I wanted to go out to the backyard to play with my cars, I had to go out wearing only my diapers and a T-shirt and flip-flops or shoes and socks. She also recommended that my stepmom get me baby bottles and pacifiers. This was to attempt to embarrass me and shame me into not wanting to wear diapers, and of course that completely backfired on them!
I ended up having to wear my diapers for legitimate medical reasons anyway and BOY! Did my adoptive father complain!
I was 13 in 1986 and that was the year I was forced to leave my home permanently. By September or October of that year, I was not allowed back at home! I was placed into institutions falsely on their word that I was rebellious and a non conformist, which got me stuck in teen institutions who tried at first to stop making me wear my diapers but after numerous times taking me to many urologists, they ended up putting me back in diapers. In these institutions, their policies were such that it was a liability to allow me to change my own diapers, so nurses had to do so for me and check them to see if they needed changed. I spent a year in the first institution before being taken to one in Oregon where my adoptive mom lived with my Sociopathic Narcissist adoptive brother, Ronnie David Lewis (Now he goes by Michael David Lewis of Tucson, AZ)
In 1988, I ordered some Attends adult diapers and I needed some help getting to my place. I called my adoptive father to give me a ride to the pharmacy and then back home. He chastised and bitched and critized as well as attacked me for wearing diapers the whole way to and from the pharmacy then back to my home!!! Typical of a Sociopath!!! My entire life has been spent around sociopaths! They can't STAND how I am always being blessed, how I always seem to have everything I need or want without seemingly "Working" to earn it THEIR way!
They can't stand that I endured all this and STILL came out on top!
While my idiot adoptive brother and I stayed in a home with our mother who was living with an abusive Sociopathic Narcissist man named Bruce, who routinely would throw Oregon cold tap water on us to wake us up! My adoptive mom couldn't see that her boyfriend Bruce was in fact an abusive, cold sociopathic Narcissist! Toxic as HELL!
I was battling things at home with Bruce so hard that I hadn't the time to do schoolwork or homework!
I was too emotionally drained at school to concentrate! Then I landed into another institution called Cedar Hills Hospital and that lasted for 2 years! I was on an adolescent unit where they accepted that I wore diapers and ordered Pampers Plus diapers that still fit me because I was a small and super skinny dude then. Whenever they restrained a person, these people would gang up on us! I ran away from that place after two years of medication forcing that I didn't want AND being kept in a locked room with a metal door with a window that locked with a key and a restraint bed with a vinyl mattress with a thin sheet over it that had leather restraints on it. I was routinely kept in them while diapered and not allowed to get up. When it's time to eat, they hand-fed me since I wasn't allowed to get my arms or legs out by doctor's orders. I was kept like that often for more than 72 hours at a time, sometimes even a week!
I got sick of it! One time, they let me out, and I rose through their level system which allowed me to take walks alone at level 4 or 5. One time, I took off....never looked back! I slept wherever I could and got food from soup kitchens when I could. I would go to this one park that had a carousel in it and hang out.
The police came there often and I felt odd vibes so I left there. I walked along the freeways a lot so to remain hidden.I got tired of this so I turned myself in and went to my adoptive mom's house. She told me that I was not allowed to live with her anymore. So she drove me right back to Cedar Hills Hospital, betraying me and my trust. I STILL to this day hold that against her! My entire LIFE has been one battle after another! Betrayal after betrayal!
Attack after attack! That's part of why I say: "Family is the first ones to screw you up and screw you over!"
For what??? To make me stronger for what life has in store? Yeah! Some....big excuse too! I ended up running away again, going AWOL and the hospital ended up not wanting me back so....my adoptive father came to take me again. He betrayed me by institutionalizing me in Tucson again at a place called Desert Hills School for teens. I fought them as hard as I could! I got rug burns from all the times I got restrained, it took five big guys to take ME down too!
That's where I met Byran Williamson from San Diego.
He was this afemminate boy with frosted highlighted hair, faded into stubble in the back and length hair conbed over in front. He was a total sociopathic Narcissist!
He and I talked about San Diego a lot and I told him; Oh...I WILL go live there and when I do....I will become famous there! He laughed and mocked me. Eh....I wasn't that bothered...I felt the need to convince him for some odd reason. Now look at me! My statement has come true!
(These cops only investigate things that get them fame or in the news. They don't actually get rid of the drugs, or the drug dealers, in fact, drug dealers do their business in the alleys AS cops pass by, seeing everything! The homeless openly do drugs in plain sight and yet the cops could care less! All of the cops and sheriff deputies in California are 100% CORRUPT!!! The Source of that corruption? SOCIOPATHIC NARCISSISM!
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See? Told....you! This WHOLE life in San Diego, began back in the early 1990s with my statement to Byran Williamson. I pre-manifested it so far in advance, even I... didn't realize it until it happened!
Well, I ended up AWOLing from Desert Hills School for teens too and I opened the dorm window and grabbed my duffle bags, one full of my diapers, and climbed outside then set my bags down quietly then quietly closed the window. I then tiptoed into the shadows of the buildings so it was harder to see me. I made my way to the street then kept to the shadows until I was far away and down Silverbell road enough that no one working there would have seen me. I walked all the way to Ajo road then traveled west towards the Indian reservation and Sells, AZ. By 2 in that next afternoon, I made it to Sells AZ and stopped at a Circle K to get a 32 ounce thirst buster insulated bottle with a straw in it. I filled it up with water and continued my way towards Rocky point Mexico. I walked quite a way to the border then crossed into Mexico. You don't need ID or passports to go INTO Mexico, you DO if you wanna leave again! Since I didn't have my IDs or passports, eh, I figured that I was safe enough from being caught and taken back to Desert Hills School. I was down there in Rocky point for between 3 to 4 days and nights, I got free packs of the Mexican baby diapers called Clean Bebe
(Something like these)
(But more like these at the time)
in the largest size from someone who went inside and bought them for me.
I immediately modified them some to fit, this was of course before adult diapers even existed.
I taped two diapers together back to front and cut the tapes off the front diaper then stuck them to the tapes of the back diaper to lengthen the reach of the tapes. I wore my diapers under my pants as I went around to find some free food and a place to sleep safely. I got some beans, corn tortillas, guacamole and went to sit and eat. After I ate, I got up to find a place to sleep. The locals recommended an old stable which had hay in it to sleep on. They kept telling me that's where they send homeless people. Ok then. I went and checked it out. It was far off the beaten path and eeriely quiet! I could hear the blood in my ears it was so quiet!
Not even a soul...around.
I stripped down to just my shirt and my diapers because it was SO hot, I was bullet sweating just standing there!
Rocky Point (Puerto PeΓ±asco), Mexico has a desert climate with warm temperatures year-round, featuring hot summers averaging 90°F to 98°F (often exceeding 100°F) and mild winters with daytime highs around 67°F to 70°F and cooler nights.
Spring (March–May): Highs of 80°F to 87°F and lows of 55°F to 65°F. Ideal, clear weather with low humidity.Summer (June–August): Highs of 95°F to 98°F+ and lows around 71°F to 75°F. This peak tourist season brings high humidity in late summer.Fall (September–November): Highs of 80°F to 85°F and lows of 60°F to 64°F. Weather cools down nicely with comfortable beach conditions.Winter (December–February): Highs of 67°F to 70°F and chilly night lows dropping to 41°F to 50°F.
I got up that next morning and decided that I was tired of this life already so, I made my way to get some more food and use the restroom. Once I did that, I went to the local police station to ask if I could use the phone to call my adoptive father to come get me.
He and the family, seemed to be looking for me all over Tucson! They thought I was still in Arizona! Haha! Too smart for that! I didn't WANT to be found until I did! Worked out well in that sense.
My adoptive father acted if he was "SO...concerned about me" while on the police phone....when he finally got there some...6 to 8 hours later, after the border opened up, it closes at midnight each and every night for 6 to 7 hours, he went to the police station where I was calmly sitting and smoking a cigarette that I bummed, he was....furious! He bitched and yelled and shook his pointed fingers at me .. the entire way back to Desert Hills! Betrayed yet again by the toxic, piece of trash! I ended up right back at Desert Hills School for teens on close watch for three whole months! I once again rose through the ranks of their level system to later graduate their program on my own! I was discharged on my own with nothing other than a few of my things and a pack of my diapers.
I later on ended up getting onto SSI, which my adoptive father signed me up for without consulting me first. I got my retrocheck a year later and I was staying in Phoenix at a program called LDI, Life Development Institute which my adoptive father signed me up for without asking me. He drove me there and dropped me off. I was 16 or 17 at that time.
They offered an apartment to stay in sharing it with other teens with adult staff managing us and everything! We had to go shopping, make grocery lists, do budgeting for the week, and they took all of us out shopping in their mini van.
I got sick of all the immaturity around me, so I left.
I destroyed one of their places so badly, they had to tear out entire drywall to repair the damage for messing with me! I simply left and didn't look back!
I then ended up in some boarding home near 24th Ave in Phoenix. When I got there, it was full of mentally challenged people who couldn't manage their own lives, the same types who are homeless in San Diego currently! They took all of my check and they had a bad barber π giving us all free haircuts that made us look like cancer patients!!! Gees! I decided to switch out of that place and I to another. Same thing only the next one at my age of 17 almost 18, was cold, hospital-like and clinical. Elderly people and a few mental people were there. The food was terrible, like hospital food! I didn't like that place either! Then....I bought my first car, a 1978 Ford LTD four-door.
That car was a land yacht! It had electric everything, a 302 v8, and needed shocks badly! It ran ok though.
I would go driving just to get out of that boarding home! I was forced to have them check and change my diapers even there due to their medical policies claiming that it was a safety liability due to the insurance to change my own diapers! Uuuuuh! Gees! So, I would get gas and go driving. I loved being on the road! It felt liberating! One day, I got sick of being there and packed my stuff into my car and gassed up then drove all the way back to Tucson AZ where I wanted to live. I first stopped at my adoptive father's house. I talked with him for a while before telling him that I no longer lived in Phoenix and moved here to Tucson. From the way my toxic adoptive father acted, he didn't want me there! He didn't have a choice! I was allowed to live anywhere I wanted! So, he helped me find a small apartment and that's where I went, to Harbor House Apartments to live in a small studio.
My adoptive father's sociopathic narcissistic sister, Blue Land ended up dying of Cancer and so did her daughter, Katy, also a Sociopath! A fitting end to their toxic ass lives!
Back in 1985-1986, Blue came and took me to the first of many Mental hospitals in an attempt to discredit me and make ME appear crazy! That backfired completely on her! She became a victim of her own stupidity by dying of Cancer! She suffered torturous death! I'd say KARMA came for her!
In that instance, when I was dropped off at the first mental hospital, along with all my diapers, I was elevated by the act! I gained extensive knowledge of psychology and psychiatry! (All Psuedo-sciences at best)
I kept my mind open.....learning everything I could about Brain Mapping and Neurological Mapping!
I found out that people CAN change their ways just by changing how they think, then changing how they act and respond to their environment. Doing so changes the Neurological Mapping in the brain π§ which thus manifests itself as a different version of each person. Take a gay guy for instance, he decides that he doesn't want to be gay anymore. He does some inner work on himself and makes conscious changes, even small ones that thus change his neurological mapping enough to change who he wants sexually.
That "Born This Way" bullshit.....is an excuse! If you don't want to be gay, there is hope! You CAN change the Neurological Mapping in your brain to fundamentally change the Neurological Mapping which thus changes the "Wiring" of your brain into what you desire.
as an extra. I made it to the filming and as the extras got selected from a crowd, I got passed over along with 500 others. I left the set and went to South San Francisco.
I left the set and went to South San Francisco to go check out a job. (J.o.b means Just Over Broke) I ended up working at a now defunct business that made Missile Guidance CPUs and The plastic casings of Credit and Debit card machines. I made a record in their plastic division with the most cases filled. My boss thought I was using the defective cases yet I was not. Someone turned up the speed of the plastic extruder and it was spitting out more cases than usual.
I suppose that was a test to see how fast I could work. I met that challenge with Earnest and made a record amount of boxes full of cases!
I was sleeping in the backseat of my 1980 Chevy Camero as I worked. I wore my diapers while working and my bosses and even the owner didn't care. I washed my body using the deep sinks in the bathroom and kept clean that way. I decided that once I got paid, I was going to head back to Tucson, AZ. I got my $3,000 paycheck and my tax check for another $1500 and left, drove back to Tucson, AZ. I came back and stayed with my adoptive father's mother, for a short while and within a week or two, I met my first wife, Melanie Annette Rodriguez through the woman who was with my biological mother at the facility when my father was there and challenged the five ladies that night, Miss Lillian, had a daughter named Angela, who set me up with Miss Melanie A Rodriquez back in the summer of 1997, early 1998. In January of 1998, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed married Melanie Annette Rodriguez
and went to go live with their family in their small trailer, with Melanie's sister Anna, Teresa, Her Elderly Mother and Father, with her tall brother, Mark Rodriguez living next door and their other sister, Debra and her two children (then) and wetback husband living across the yard in their own double-wide trailer in South Tucson, AZ. She couldn't handle the fact that I had to wear diapers! Her sisters all asked why I was wearing diapers. I told her to tell the truth! I have a bladder problem. It was difficult for all of them to accept. Then, Melanie decided to cheat on me with 5 guys! She started partying every Friday, drinking over 8-10 cases of wine coolers, beer, and doing several 8 balls of cocaine over a three day period, all while I was the only one working at some Call Center which took calls for Anthem Blue Cross-Blue Shieldπ‘️ AND while I had to be the sober father to our adopted son, Evan William Lewis.
I owned my own convertible Black 1983 Mustang GLX with Red interior
and drove it to and from work. Her sister, Debra, and Melanie always wanted to use MY car, MY gas to go partying! I let them just.....to see if they would fill my tank up and be careful with my car! She drove it like a bat out of hell! Scraping the front hard on turn outs, going over bumps hard, not really respecting my car at all! I sold that car because the top got ripped and it would cost $1,000 to replace.
I got a van with a Ford mustang Boss 302 engine from Ford factory. My Adoptive grandma paid for that engine to be put in!
The minute I got my van out, Melanie's brother asked to have me put loads of Cinder blocks into the back which ruined my leaf springs! I ended up having to sell the engine out of that van because of the high cost of replacing the rear suspension!
I got a 1977 Dodge Tradesman panel van (B200) van, a cargo van, with no windows in the back,
for $300 or so. I drove that van around for 2 years before the rubber body mounts became too dried out and would cost $800 each to replace. I bought a 1987 12 passenger dodge van and started my own business called; Millennium Shuttles out of Tucson, AZ.
I bought a business license and the insurance for both the business and the van and paid for fleet insurance. I drove passengers who paid me to take them to places like Yuma, Phoenix, Mexicali, and even to El Cajon, CA a few times.
I got paid to drive. I loved it. My then wife, Melanie was insecure though! Because she cheated on me, she always thought I was going to! HA! In the words of Buddy Holly; " That'll be the day!"
I decided to try to help my wife and my child by moving to Colorado Springs so she didn't know anyone so she could stay sober. Eh, that worked for a little bit until she brought this sociopathic narcissist lesbian to our home to stay with us! That's when the REAL trouble started. The relationship became toxic fast! The sociopathic narcissist lesbian chick kept trying to lie, manipulate, drive a wedge between my wife and I and soon, I agreed to let my wife and son go back to Tucson AZ without me! Good riddance!
I told her that she would loose and loose BIG if she left me and low and behold, that she did! My Adoptive son, Evan, became a gangster, stole an entire cart worth of food from a Circle K and tried to walk six blocks with all that in the cart before cops arrested his ass! He did 5 to 10 years in Jail. After he got out on $750 bond that his mom ponied up, he went and did the exact same crime at the exact same store! Idiot!
Meanwhile, I was living single in Colorado. In that time, I enjoyed my life. I dated a few women here and there, Wendy, and a few others... Mostly staying single. I moved to an apartment complex called Kings Borough apartments and lived in two of their apartments on Section 8.
I met quite a few people along that time.
I then moved from there to Manitou Springs to find out what that life was like.
August 2009: His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed called Kimberly Clark and talked to them about creating the Huggies Jeans Commercial
for a new print of diapers based on an old Luvs diapers print. I told them to base their Jeans Print Commercial on the vintage Luvs Baby Pants commercial from 1985-1986.
This also led to the new Holiday Print Diapers, The Huggies Limited Edition Elf and Santa Print Diapers and their Limited Edition Pumpkin Print Diapers. https://youtu.be/vfZWn7rzw2k?si=9xKxpva48qe7iv1M
I also called Parent's Choice and convinced them to make their Santa Print Diapers!
I also came up with the commercial for Depend underwear basing the commercial on my own walks around Manitou Springs Colorado wearing only my diapers. The Depend commercial called Drop Your Pants For Underwearness commercial was indeed based on my publically diapered exploits;
I have been VERY inspirational in the diaper industry!
It was ME, back in 2019 that called to Northshore Care Supply and suggested that Adam Greenberg change the color of the Megamax diapers from poke-a-dot to the current designs. Since this big change, Northshore has sold record amounts of their Megamax diapers.
2022:
I was recommended by my Cousin, Mohammed Bin Salman,
Saudi Arabia's current Crowned Prince, To the Israeli Government who was and still IS struggling with Hamas, and their regime. I literally got on Twitter, and used that Platform (Prior to Elon Musk 's regime) to ask Hamas what they wanted, They told me then I asked The Israeli government what THEY wanted from Hamas. They told me and then I told the leader of Hamas what Israel wanted and they thought about it then agreed. I told Israel what Hamas wanted and they agreed. My first EVER Win-Win peace Negotiation was now in place along with a cease-fire. My negotiation was then written into the Abraham Accords in Israel.
2025: Early in this year, Sociopaths that lived at 720 4th Ave in Downtown San Diego, attacked me out of nowhere for no reason! One of them called the police and lied to them about me. The idiot cops still arrested me though and took me to their jail for 24 hours until they got me to court. My girlfriend bailed me out on bond and I left. We went to the court date only to hear that all charges were dropped due to lack of evidence and that my name was misspelled on all of the paperwork.
We then went to live together in Chula Vista on Anita Ave.
We soon moved out of there when her sociopathic Narcissist daughter Annahe, gave up that apartment and left us scrambling to store our stuff until we found another living situation. We moved in to the 4066 Chamoune Ave apartment in August of 2025.
2026: I have been living with my Equadorian Spanish speaking, caregiver girlfriend now for over a year! We moved me out of 720 4th Ave in downtown San Diego. Since moving here, I have mastered the art of being watched by many and in the course of using this as a stage, I have been made more and more popular! People drive by JUST to catch a glimpse of me and quite a few snap photos of me and what I am wearing as they drive or walk by. I have a car full of young ladies driving by shouting my name and screaming like I was Michael Jackson in Speed Demon!
Recently, my girlfriend's youngest daughter, Annahe, got a job at Opsam Health Clinic in order to have access to my private health information so she could expose it to her mom in hopes of breaking us up! That mentally unstable woman JUST committed 80 years worth of HIPAA violations colluding with That Clinic's Director!
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Watch these videos to hear more.
Molina Healthcare is investigating and they will be turning all info over to authorities soon!
Everyone who worked there and all patients will no longer have a clinic to go to! Everyone who worked there will loose their jobs, loose their licenses to practice medicine and all may go to federal prison for these Intential HIPAA Violations!
This copied directly from Google:
HIPAA violation fines are split into civil and criminal penalties based on culpability, ranging from $100 to $50,000+ per violation with annual caps up to $1.5 million, or up to $250,000 and 10 years in prison for severe criminal offenses. [1, 2, 3]
Civil Penalties (Tiers of Culpability)
Handled by the Office for Civil Rights (OCR) under the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services , civil penalties scale with awareness and intent:
• Tier 1 (Unknowing): The entity did not know and couldn't have reasonably known about the violation.
• Fine range: $100 to $50,000 per violation (adjusted annually for inflation, often exceeding $68,000 max); annual cap of $25,000. [1, 2, 6, 7, 8]
• Tier 2 (Reasonable Cause): The entity knew, or by exercising reasonable diligence would have known, but not willful neglect.
• Fine range: $1,000 to $50,000 per violation; annual cap of $100,000. [1, 2, 6, 8]
• Tier 3 (Willful Neglect - Corrected): Conscious intentional failure or reckless indifference, but fixed within 30 days of when it should have been known.
• Fine range: $10,000 to $50,000 per violation; annual cap of $250,000. [1, 2, 6]
• Tier 4 (Willful Neglect - Uncorrected): Conscious intentional failure or reckless indifference that is not corrected within 30 days.
• Fine range: $50,000+ per violation; annual cap of $1.5 million. [1, 2, 6]
Criminal Penalties
Handled by the Department of Justice for intentional or malicious misuse of protected health information (PHI):
• Tier 1 (Basic Offense): Knowingly obtaining or disclosing PHI without authorization.
• Penalty: Up to $50,000 fine and up to 1 year in prison. [3, 10]
• Tier 2 (False Pretenses): Obtaining or disclosing PHI under false pretenses.
• Penalty: Up to $100,000 fine and up to 5 years in prison. [3]
• Tier 3 (Intent for Profit or Harm): Intent to sell, transfer, or use PHI for commercial advantage, personal gain, or malicious harm.
• Penalty: Up to $250,000 fine and up to 10 years in prison. [3]
AI responses may include mistakes.
[1] https://www.ama-assn.org/practice-management/hipaa/hipaa-violations-enforcement
[2] https://brightsquid.com/us/hipaa-breach-penalties/
[3] https://www.syteca.com/en/blog/failure-comply-hipaa-regulations-will-bring-penalties
[4] https://www.networkintelligence.ai/blogs/hipaa-violation-penalties-for-employees-comprehensive-guide/
[5] https://nordvpn.com/blog/what-is-hipaa/
There IS....no fixing this! The disclosures occured via Telephone calls to my Girlfriend, and texts!
These are still on the Metro by T-Mobile ISP servers!
Question: How long does Metro by T-Mobile keep text messages and phone call logs on their servers?
Metro by T-Mobile keeps standard customer call and text metadata logs (such as date, time, and numbers dialed or messaged) for about 1 to 2 years. However, they do not store the actual text message content or conversation audio on their servers after delivery.User Account AccessCall history: You can view your own recent call logs and usage details online for up to the past 90 days through your Metro by T-Mobile Account Support.Text content: Text message bodies are purged from system servers almost immediately after delivery and are not available for customer review.Backend & Legal RetentionCall logs and metadata: Carrier logs for prepaid services like Metro are typically retained on secure internal servers for roughly 1 to 2 years for billing and legal compliance.Text logs: Metadata for text messages (timestamps and numbers) follows similar backend carrier limits (around 1 to 2 years), but actual message text content is never saved long-term.
For the past few months, since March of 2026, San Diego Police department Air Support has been following me, tracking me, flying over my place and one of them even showed me that they have a Piper J2 cub airplane by flying it over my house and flying circles over me around 8 in the morning on a Saturday recently in the first days of August.
I am NO cop-licker! It's quite the opposite really.
These particular cops, are attracted to ME, my light, my energy. I met them in Downtown San Diego at a restaurant during lunch hour. They were in a heavy debate about ole Trumpy boy. I stepped in and shot down their Trump support! πππππππ!!! Shot it down like a 50 caliper gun shoots down world war 2 J2 cubs!
It was from that point on that these groupies started loving my light, passing over my place and giving ME attention!
I detected at least two of them being sociopathic Narcissists, a gay guy and a couple of straight guys.
When I told them I detected 2 sociopaths, the Sociopaths responded:
"Whoah there!"
I also told them that the root of ALL corruption is.... The infiltration of mentally unstable, mentally ill, sociopathic Narcissists! They agreed!
This...is precisely what I said to them:
Me: I can't stand sociopathic narcissists because they ARE the SOURCE of all things corrupt! Even within all forms of law enforcement
Them: Air support agrees. π―
Me: They infiltrate into positions of power, the officers and deputies believe that "they ARE the law" and that the laws only apply to everyone else and not to them!
Them: We are aware of this.
Me: Oh.....I would love to be able to go up in the Helicopter for a ride
OH that would be fun
Them: I’ll see what I can do. No promises
September 2026: I have been under constant attack by Rothschild,Quite a few Wealthy CEOs that are both Sociopaths and On the Epstein List!
THEY keep sending ME videos demanding ME to break-up with my current girlfriend because THEY see her as the weakest link! AH.....even my girlfriend's own youngest daughter fakes being ill or injured to get her mom's sympathy so that her daughter can manipulate her into coming over to her house in order to separate her from me in order to attempt to convince my girlfriend to leave me! Sorry you.... sociopathic Narcissistic FREAKS! NOT....happening! Loyalty first.....family last!
I had to leave MY family back when I was 14 or so.....and haven't been back since! Oh yes..... it's been hard...going through homeless bout after homeless bout.....forced into Narcissist lairs and being ganged up on by weak ass punks and then lied on to fake ass cops who are also Power-hungry Sociopathic Narcissists! ππππππ THE UNDISPUTED SOURCE of ALL forms of Corruption!
Sometimes...I feel like a Super Hero!
So....as you can plainly see, in this...Truman Show, I have mastered the art of turning surveillance into a show for the watchers! They are my audience!
Today, Wednesday, August 12, 2026, I contacted Scorpion Computer Services, the company owned by Walter O'brien, the Genius who wrote and co-directed the TV show; Scorpion on CBS.
I did so to try to get a fast computer because I can't afford to buy one myself at this time. I shall wait to see if they come through.
August 13, 2026: I got a like from Adam Schiff on my comment on his YouTube channel:
Tuesday August 18: Last Sunday, my girlfriend, Esperanza Arteaga and I went to La Jolla Shores to our Sunday what a Fun day expedition. I went LIVE on tiktok.
The water was so warm, and the sands were awesome. I am still recovering from that great day. I want to do that more often too. Have one day a week where we have fun. I want to embody Super Fun Guy!
I went LIVE twice today too! Once around 3:43 pm and another around 7:00 pm.
I...am in a completely SEXLESS romantic relationship with Hope Arteaga of Ecuador. I met her back in 2025 as my caregiver.
My enemies, the Sociopathic Narcissists: are going to HATE me even more!
I've got The Midas Touch! Everything I touch turns to gold!
See...I AM Unlimited...therefore "There are No Limits For US" chosen ones
I am a Heyoka Empath,
What IS...a Heyoka Empath?
A heyoka empath is a rare type of intuitive who heals and provokes growth through disruption, raw honesty, and emotional mirroring rather than standard comfort.
Origin of the Term
Rooted in the Lakota Sioux tradition, the word Heyoka translates to "sacred clown" or "fool".
In traditional indigenous culture, a sacred clown performed tasks backwards or used humor to challenge the community's rigid thinking and balance heavy sorrow.
Modern spiritual culture adapted this concept into the "heyoka empath" archetype to describe emotional mirrors.
Key Signs and Traits
The Mirror Effect: They reflect hidden dynamics, unspoken tensions, and uncomfortable truths back to the people around them.
Unfiltered Honesty: They speak blunt truths because they sense what others are trying to avoid or ignore.
Disruptive Humor: They use unexpected or dark humor to break through heavy denial and make serious circumstances easier to manage.
Emotional Intensity: They process energy quickly and intensely, often leaving people who are invested in self-deception feeling deeply unsettled.
Strengths and Challenges
Catalysts for Growth: For individuals ready to look at their lives honestly, a heyoka's presence sparks profound personal transformation.
Uncomfortable Dynamics: Their bluntness and refusal to participate in social pretenses can cause friction, tension, and social discomfort.
Spontaneous Nature: As noted in online discussions on Reddit, opinions vary on whether these traits can be controlled, with many experiencing their mirroring as a subconscious, uncontrollable reflex rather than a deliberate strategy.
I am also a Sigma INFJ personality Type:
A Sigma INFJ is an independent, highly intuitive individual who blends the empathetic traits of the Myers-Briggs INFJ personality with the self-reliant, non-conformist nature of the "sigma" archetype.Key CharacteristicsOutside the Hierarchy: Unlike alpha or beta archetypes that seek status or compliance within social structures, sigma individuals completely opt out of conventional games.Deep Empathy with Detachment: They possess intense emotional intelligence to read a room instantly, yet maintain a cool, strategic emotional distance to stay objective.Subtle Influence: Instead of direct confrontation or loud leadership, they guide through quiet presence, metaphors, and profound insights.Mastery of Solitude: They recharge through deep isolation and have a complex cycle of intense connection followed by sudden withdrawal to protect their energy.Opinions on Reddit are mixed, with some users noting that the sigma label is a modern internet trend that romanticizes standard introverted or mature INFJ traits, while others feel it accurately captures their non-conformist independence.For tips on how a sigma INFJ communicates through subtle storytelling and indirect truths rather than arguments:
I am also a Starseed:
A starseed is a New Age concept describing a soul that originated from another planet, star system, or higher dimension and incarnated on Earth.Core Beliefs and OriginsCosmic Origin: Believers state that starseed souls lived in distant galaxies—such as the Pleiades, Sirius, Arcturus, or Andromeda—before coming to Earth.Spiritual Mission: Proponents claim these souls volunteered to incarnate as humans to help elevate Earth's collective consciousness and guide humanity through spiritual evolution.Historical Roots: The term and fringe theory were popularized by author Brad Steiger in his 1976 book Gods of Aquarius.Common Signs and CharacteristicsUnexplained Homesickness: A deep, persistent longing for an unspecified "home" that feels far away from Earth.Feeling Like an Outsider: A chronic sense of not fitting in with societal norms or even one's own family.Heightened Sensitivity: Intense empathy, strong intuition, and a profound connection to nature and spiritual topics.
I am also a factually proven reincarnated soul! I am living proof of Reencarnation!
The Anointed One-The Story of Adam Bin Alwaleed
Being an "Anointed One" primarily refers to being divinely chosen, set apart, and empowered by God to fulfill a specific holy purpose. Rooted in the ancient practice of pouring sacred oil on someone’s head, it symbolizes the outpouring of God's blessing and the Holy Spirit.In religious and historical contexts, the designation carries deep spiritual significance:The Messiah / The Christ: In the Bible, "Messiah" (Hebrew) and "Christ" (Greek) both literally translate to "the Anointed One". This title was given to kings, prophets, and priests. Ultimately, Jesus is regarded as the Anointed One (Wrong answer!) , sent to fulfill the ultimate divine mission of salvation.Divine Empowerment: To be anointed means that you are not relying on your own human strength. God's anointing is believed to equip, guide, and give individuals the authority to accomplish work they couldn't do on their own.Set Apart for Service: It means a person has a consecrated or holy designation. It signifies that their life, talents, or specific calling are dedicated to serving God's will.All Believers: In the New Testament, the concept extends to all followers of Christ (Christians), who are said to have received the anointing of the Holy Spirit to continue sharing heavenly wisdom and love on earth.Would you like to explore how the anointing applies specifically to the roles of kings and priests in the Old Testament, or are you interested in the Christian theological view of being anointed by the Holy Spirit?Jesus Christ, Anointed One by R.C. SproulFeb 25, 2013 — The title comes from the Greek word *Christos*, which is a translation of the Hebrew term *Mashiach*. *Mashiach* is related to the Hebrew verb *masach*, which m...
"Touch not mine anointed" comes from the Bible — Psalm 105:15 and 1 Chronicles 16:22:
Saying, Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm.
Where it comes from
In both passages, King David is recounting God's protection of Israel's early patriarchs — Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob — when they were few in number and wandering as strangers among stronger nations and kings.
In that context:
"Anointed" — Hebrew mashiyach, literally one smeared or consecrated with oil. In the Old Testament, that was not just kings. Patriarchs, prophets, priests and kings were all anointed to signify they were set apart by God.
"Touch" — Hebrew naga, meaning to physically strike, harm, or injure, not JUST to criticize or disagree with.
The point of the Psalm was historical: God protected His covenant people from being destroyed when they were vulnerable.
God was telling pagan rulers: Do not harm these people I have chosen.
Who is God's anointed today?
This is where interpretations diverge, and why you hear the phrase used so differently:
1. The historical view: It was a specific word for a specific time, about the patriarchs and the nation of Israel, to preserve the line through which the Messiah would come. It is not a blanket promise for every modern leader.
2. The office view: In the Old Testament, Israel was forbidden to kill King Saul even when he was wrong, because he was the Lord's anointed king — 1 Samuel 24:6, 26:9. From this, some teach that God still requires special respect for those He has placed in leadership, and that He will be the one to judge and remove them.
3. The New Testament view: Under the new covenant, all believers are called anointed. 1 John 2:20 says "ye have an unction from the Holy One" and 2 Corinthians 1:21 says God "hath anointed us." In that sense, the protection of Psalm 105 extends to all of God's people, not just a special class of leaders.
How it is often used and misused
You will often hear "Touch not my anointed" quoted today in two ways:
To argue that pastors, prophets, or spiritual leaders should not be questioned, corrected, or held accountable. The idea is that God will deal with them Himself.
As a warning that those who oppose God's people will face God's judgment.
Many theologians point out that this can be taken too far. The Bible itself models accountability for leaders:
Nathan confronted King David over sin — 2 Samuel 12
Paul publicly corrected Peter — Galatians 2:11
Jesus instructed how to confront a brother, including a leader, when there is wrongdoing — Matthew 18:15-17
The Bereans were commended for testing even Paul's teaching against Scripture — Acts 17:11
The balance most scholars draw is this: God does defend His own and you should not maliciously attack, slander, or try to destroy someone God has called. But respectful questions, biblical testing of teaching, and proper accountability are not "touching" God's anointed. They are actually commanded.
In short, the verse is about God's power to protect, not a leader's power to avoid accountability.
Were you hearing it used in a church setting, or studying it for yourself?
The 144,000:
The number 144,000 holds significant symbolic, prophetic, and theological weight, primarily originating from the Christian Bible's Book of Revelation.
Depending on the religious or historical lens you look through, its meaning changes quite a bit. Here is a breakdown of how it's understood across different traditions.
1. The Biblical Context (Book of Revelation)
The number appears twice in the apocalyptic visions of John of Patmos:
Who are the 144,000?
The 144,000 comes from the Book of Revelation in the New Testament.
There are two main passages:
1. Revelation 7:1-8 - An angel seals 144,000 people, 12,000 from each of the 12 tribes of Israel: Judah, Reuben, Gad, Asher, Naphtali, Manasseh, Simeon, Levi, Issachar, Zebulun, Joseph, and Benjamin.
2. Revelation 14:1-5 - The 144,000 are standing with the Lamb on Mount Zion. They are described as those who "were not defiled," who follow the Lamb wherever he goes, who were redeemed as firstfruits, and in whose mouth no lie was found.
What that means is interpreted very differently:
1. Symbolic view - Most mainstream Protestant, Catholic, and Orthodox Christians
The number is symbolic, not literal. In Revelation, 12 represents completeness - 12 tribes, 12 apostles - and 1,000 represents a large multitude. 12 x 12 x 1,000 = 144,000 is a symbol for the full number of God's people.
In this view, the 144,000 in Revelation 7 and the "great multitude that no one could count" in Revelation 7:9 are the same group - the Church, both Jewish and Gentile believers, protected through tribulation.
2. Literal Israel view - Many Dispensationalists and Evangelicals
The 144,000 are literally 12,000 ethnic Jews from each tribe who will be converted and serve as evangelists during a future 7-year Tribulation period, before the return of Christ. They are distinct from the Church.
3. Jehovah's Witnesses view
Jehovah's Witnesses teach that exactly 144,000 faithful Christians will reign with Christ in heaven as spirit beings to rule over the earth. This is called the "anointed class." They believe this number has been filling since the time of the apostles, with most already in heaven, and only a remnant still on earth today. The "great crowd" of other faithful Witnesses will live forever on a paradise earth, not in heaven.
4. Other groups
Some Seventh-day Adventists see the 144,000 as a future group of faithful Adventist believers sealed just before the second coming. Some other restorationist movements have identified themselves as the 144,000.
In short: In the text itself, it is a sealed group of 12,000 from 12 tribes. Whether that is literal, symbolic of all believers, or a specific heavenly class depends on the theological tradition interpreting Revelation.
A "chosen one" refers to an individual believed to be specially selected by a higher power or destiny to fulfill a significant purpose, often involving saving the world or accomplishing a great feat, usually with unique abilities or qualities that set them apart from others; this concept is prevalent in many myths, stories, and religions, where the chosen person is seen as having a special mission to complete.
A "curse breaker" is a person, often found in fantasy settings like the Harry Potter series, who specializes in removing or counteracting magical curses placed on objects, people, or locations, essentially "breaking" the harmful effects of the curse by using their own magical abilities to dispel it; they are essentially magical experts in dealing with dangerous and complex curses, often venturing into perilous situations to undo the effects of powerful dark magic.
A "starseed" is a concept within New Age spirituality that refers to a person believed to have originated from a planet other than Earth, essentially an extraterrestrial soul incarnated on Earth with a special mission or purpose, often carrying unique abilities or heightened intuition due to their "otherworldly" origins; they are thought to feel a sense of not fully belonging on Earth and may be drawn to spiritual practices or seeking a deeper meaning in life.
Heyoka Empaths: They mirror emotions in a playful or unconventional way, encouraging self-reflection.
The Heyoka Empath embodies their inner child in everything they do, embracing a natural sense of wonder and innocence alongside their capacity to carry emotional burdens
you always throw yourself into every situation, embracing every feeling and emotion you have, knowing that all of it makes for a beautiful and exciting.
Sigma INFJ Personality Type:
A "sigma INFJ" male personality type refers to a man who embodies the traits of an INFJ personality (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging) from the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, but with a strong sense of independence, self-reliance, and a tendency to not conform to societal norms, often associated with the "sigma male" archetype; essentially, a deeply thoughtful and empathetic individual who is comfortable being alone and forging their own path in life.
What is the spiritual meaning of Royal?
A royal attitude means, no matter what, I always maintain good wishes and pure feelings for every soul. Royal drishti means to always see others in their angelic form with my angelic form. Royal actions means to come into interaction while constantly giving and receiving happiness through actions.
"The best way out is always through."
This is a story like no other. A unique perspective on my own life, the hard things I had to go through since I was born. I have ALWAYS had a feeling that I was different, because everywhere I went, I never quite fit in. I was called "crazy", rebellious, extravagant, teased, mocked, emotionally tortured, all for being uniquely and authentically myself. It all started in my adopted home, with my adoptive family. This tale, of one of this world's most divinely protected human beings, will guide you through some of the most shocking parts of my life. Most of what has happened to me, would have killed most of you, yet, not for me! everything that has happened to me has served to strengthen me, to make me impervious to these things, and thus so strong, it catapulted me into a divine position of power and leadership. Everything I've been through, was the divine fire that ultimately forged me, into the stout sword π‘️ of a man that I am today.
Here .....I, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed, Present to all of you.........
The Anointed One-The Story of Adam Bin Alwaleed:
1971: My mother, miss D'mae L. Mack (Dmae L. Coleman)
D’Mae L. Coleman, 68, of Findlay, entered into eternal life on Wednesday, April 1, 2020 at Bridge Hospice Care Center. She was born June 8, 1951 in Tucson, Arizona to the late Antonio R. and Helen I. (Merrill) Romero. On March 17, 1983, she married Lewis R. Coleman Jr. and he preceded her in death. She is survived by her daughters, Matilda Young, Nona Coleman, Shana Colemane; and sons, Lance, Adam, and Stevie. She is also survived by six grandchildren, Siera Selick, Jordan Selick, Alex Selick, Javarian Finlayson, Drake Lauwers, and Nico Coppler.
She was an amazing women with a pure heart of gold. Our dancing angel of grace, goddess of love, our hero, our mother, and an awesome friend. The Lord said it’s time to come home where she lies upon the skies of heaven. Above our wishing stars where we connect our memories to hold on to our love ones while she watches over us all. We love you mom, you are missed dearly and you will never be forgotten.
went to a party at a house in Tucson, AZ, allegedly with 4 other ladies and met a couple of men there at this party, near the University of Arizona campus. My father, then 16, was there at this party, my father, His Royal Highness, Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal,
journey of sperm, three or four of the ladies accepted his challenge and began their attempts to climb the 12 foot barbed wire fence. Lillian, in competition with my mother, gave up part way up the fence while my mother's sheer determination and unwavering will, climbed over the fence, through the barbed wire and over to the other side where she lost her foothold about half way and fell down into her butt. She got back up, brushed herself off, and presented herself to the then 16 year old Saudi Royal Prince, Son of Talal Bin Abdulaziz.
Alwaleed bin Talal was born in Jeddah on 7 March 1955 to Prince Talal bin Abdulaziz and Mona El Solh.
As a boy, he ran away from home for a day or two at a time, sleeping in unlocked cars, before attending the King Abdulaziz Military Academy in Riyadh.
My then 16 year-old father, had a wild romp in the sack with my then 15 year-old mother, and after which, bid farewell to then climbed the 12 foot barbed wire fence and back over to her side late that night. Sometime in the early morning hours, my father was released by his father, Talal. Alwaleed Bin Talal was then sent to another college in Canada. There in Canada, Alwaleed repeated the same thing (ending up making love with another pretty, and skinny Canadian woman whom also got pregnant and ended up having a baby girl.)
After Alwaleed was sent to Canada, he was transfered to California to a college there.
Alwaleed received a bachelor's degree in business administration from Menlo College in California in 1979.
1973
While Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal was busy with his education, starting Kingdom Holding Company,
His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed was bouncing around from Foster Care home, to foster care home, some of which, kept me in a playpen, wearing heavily bleached cloth diapers and frosted plastic pants because the older couple were afraid that I would get into their things.
I distinctly remember looking into that kitchen of their small apartment complex near grant and Speedway in Tucson,AZ I remember the color of the cabinets being either a baby blue color or an apple green π color. The stove I remember being a gas stove, green also in color. My playpen was positioned just outside the entrance to the kitchen so they could keep their eyes on me. I used to stand there, peering over the side, watching the female preparing food and hand washing my cloth diapers and plastic pants back in those days. I have very clear memories of this.
I was subsequently adopted between 1973 and 1974 by Cynthia Jean Gano Lewis and Timothy T Lewis.
1974 (Summer)
It was the summer of 1974 and our family owned an old baby blue 1978 Volvo 242 DL.
(The model number showed owners the distinction between the 2 and 4 door models, the 242 was a two door sedan, the 244 was a 4 door sedan) My adoptive father, Timothy T. Lewis, and my adoptive mom wanted to adopt another boy. So they went to the adoption agency and took me with them. As they were handed pictures of various children to see, my adoptive mom asked me which one I thought would be the best. I got a feeling inside me and I was drawn to one picture. The image of my now adoptive brother, Ronnie David Lewis aka Michael David Lewis. I pulled the picture out and my adoptive mom looked at it. She passed it over to my adoptive father to see. My adoptive father then asked for the file they had. He looked it all over and agreed. Shortly, the adoption went through and my adoptive mom and dad had to drive from Tucson, AZ to Scottsdale, AZ to pick up my new adoptive brother. We lived at 521 North Treat Ave in Tucson, AZ
until 1985 when my adoptive mother began to sell the house. Before that time, I spent most of my earliest years going back and forth to and from school. BOY! Were THOSE years particularly difficult! My adoptive parents want me to....blend in and learn the lessons the way the schools and teachers want me to....I wasn't having it! I subconsciously knew that everything they wanted me to know, was going to be for the most part, useless to me! Apart from Math, Science and Geography, everything else was going to be useless! I tried to not listen, I tried falling asleep or paying attention to other stuff, but every time, the teachers brought their stupid ass pointer sticks down on my desk! I STILL refused so, they sent me to the principal's office routinely! That or had to stay after school! Eh....a drag none-the-less, I rebelled even harder! I simply sat there and did mostly nothing. I was always behind in my curriculum. Past due everything! I didn't care! I didn't like being forced to get knowledge that I didn't want by people who were mass producing average ass minds!
It wasn't until around 1985-1986 when I was kicked out of public schools and pushed into a private School called Kino Learning Center. (Orange Grove and 1st ave: 6625 N 1st Ave, Tucson, AZ 85718)
I went to Space camp there and they were building a full-sized version of one of the Space Shuttles inside the building. It even has a command center right under the nose of the mock shuttle. A "mission control" center with intercoms, sound effects, everything! Inside the mock shuttle, are panels with switches on them with indicator lights. There were aircraft gages and aircraft styled dashboard that looked a lot like a Boeing 747 dashboard. In behind the cockpit, there are six tubes used as bunks for the astronauts. It was during this year that I was put back in diapers 24/7 and my school nurse had to put me in my diapers and change them.
Even if I wanted to put them in myself, I was not allowed to because of some health law.
The school called my step-mom and asked her to buy some diapers for me to keep at the school. I remember my stepmom refusing to buy the diapers at first so the school bought some for me. I showed the director and the nurse how to modify the diapers to fit me. I ended up having to modify one packs of Huggies diapers and one pack of Luvs to fit me as well as using some cloth pre-fold diapers the school had on hand purchased from a local cloth diaper service.
The nurse came to change my diapers at the end of my second class. In the mornings, there was a meeting, we each got to choose what order we wanted to do each of our classes. I could do math first or last. I switched them up daily, going to each class at a different time. There were a lot of Genius minds there too!
We built model rockets and launched them into the air with Crickets in the payload bays.....those poor crickets probably felt the 3G to 4G crush on them as the rocket launched!
During the same period of time, my adoptive father was on cocaine and drinking heavily. He would come home and burst into rage which I personally had to physically fight against! I was once in my room recording some of my music with my electric guitar, when my locked door splintered and my enraged adopted father burst through the hollow-core door like the Hulk! ! I had to use my solid body electric guitar as a weapon to defend myself! I hit my adoptive father across the head with my guitar body using the fretboard like a bat handle! For a few seconds, the hit stunned my adoptive father! He got RIGHT up and stomped towards me seemingly unphased by the whack of my solid body electric guitar! He picked my guitar up and flung it behind him then he tried to grab me! I kicked him square in the balls and he bent over clutching them and then he REALLY got mad and came after me as though he were two Big Hulks and MR T put together!
I swung at his face, I got him square in the nose but my hits didn't phase him! He spanked me so hard that my ass cheeks hurt for days! My stepmom didn't do shit! She just watched!
That's when I decided that she wasn't one of my allies! I was on my own! My entire family against me.....me VS them! I refused to do anything they said, I refused to respect them, they showed me that they were unworthy of that! This was only one incident among a sea of others along the same timeline! If every incident were a grain of sand, there would be a beach!
My adoptive father ended up in rehab that year and I ended up in juvenile detention on July 4th 1986 for slapping my stepmom when she grabbed my forearms and left bleeding nail scrapes. I woke up from sleep wearing only my diapers with handcuffs on the next day. Of course the charges were dropped because self defense was established. It was right then that I lost all trust for cops! All they want to do is arrest first and ask questions later. The inherent corruption that has existed in all forms of law enforcement since 1950s!
Ever since I was a toddler, I, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed has had to wear diapers due to accute neurological damage due to Pre-diabetes (and later on in my life, spinal problems and TD,( What is tardive dyskinesia (TD)?
spending most of that month confined to the yard. This.... wasn't the...first time and certainly not....the last time I would be confined to my yards. My adoptive father, Timothy T Lewis, and my adoptive mother got divorced in 1981, right about the time I went into 2nd grade. My adoptive brother, Michael (Ronald David Lewis) D. Lewis and I spend most of the 1980s bouncing back and forth from one parent to another, Wednesdays and Saturdays were my adoptive father's days and the rest of the time, we spent with our adoptive mother.
1984-1985 I became what my Adoptive parents thought to be "too rebellious" and defiant. This ocurred after their divorce in 1981. I was sat upon by by Adoptive mother when I was ADAM...ANTLY opposed to doing whatever she asked; like cleaning my room, and or taking the trash out. I always asked: "Why can't YOU do it? Why do you make one of us do it?" This infuriated her! It frustrated her! She didn't realize that I...was born to... question everything, being a "Chosen One." I myself wasn't aware that I was chosen....yet....I always felt.....that I was...special, in some way, unique, not like everyone else. This behavior, or my....affinity to question every single authority, and their commands and demands, plus my urinary Incontinence got me put with a creepy child psychologist named Dr. Morgan on west Grant Ave in Tucson, AZ. Every....single time I went to this...doctor, All we did in his office, was play with cars and toys. Doctor Morgan, often asked me odd questions like; Did my parents ever touch me in ways I didn't like or did they do things to me that I didn't like. I mentioned that my Adoptive mother often sat on me and restricted me to the yard, forcing me to be less social because in her eyes, "it was for my own good." Then, at some point, I mentioned that I didn't like this doctor and my Adoptive mom took me out of there and sent me to the University Hospital where another child psychologist who later on, turned out to be a chomo, on over 500 counts, saw me on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. All we did was play with toys and talk about diapers.
Boring! Once this doctor got busted in 1986, my mother ended up moving out of our cozy home after it sold, to another home in Portland, Oregon. I....was promptly left with my Adoptive father, who just had got remarried to another italian woman named Marian Cacciatore.
1986:
In that summer, my step-mom and I didn't get off to a good start, at least once she found out about me having to wear diapers 24/7 and diring the night.
It was the summer of 1986, around June when my mother and my younger brother were getting ready to move out of our house and go to Portland Oregon after the house was sold.
My father and his girlfriend of one year were getting married that month and were going to go on their honeymoon. They needed to find a place that I could stay while they were away, so my stepmother called a friend of hers who had a 2 and a half year-old baby girl in diapers. She called her because she would be experienced in child rearing and might be tolerant of my bed wetting and pants wetting if it happened again.
The day that I was to go and stay with this lady the girlfriend of one of my adoptive father's friends name Dan Motorazo, the friend of my adoptive father and Stepmom packed my suitcases then took me over to their friend's house and left me there in a hurry so that my dad and she would not be late for their plane. I was then escorted into the house and into the nursery, the only extra space that they had for me to stay in. As the lady took my suitcases and unpacked them, she asked if there was anything that I needed to tell her about myself. (As though she already knew about my problems) I told her that I occasionally wet the bed and my pants. She told me that she didn't want to risk me wetting my bed, so she suggested that I wear some of her daughter's Pampers diapers just to be sure. (This was the times that Pampers came in a blue cardboard box and not in a bag-See my pictures)
These diapers were really thick and crinclely. They also had a blue waistband on them and would clump up when wet.
I got paid, I was going to head back to Tucson, AZ. I got my $3,000 paycheck and my tax check for another $1500 and left, drove back to Tucson, AZ. I came back and stayed with my adoptive father's mother, for a short while and within a week or two, I met my first wife, Melanie Annette Rodriguez through the woman who was with my biological mother at the facility when my father was there and challenged the five ladies that night, Miss Lillian, had a daughter named Angela, who set me up with Miss Melanie A Rodriquez back in the summer of 1997, early 1998. In January of 1998, His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed married Melanie Annette Rodriguez
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and went to go live with their family in their small trailer, with Melanie's sister Anna, Teresa, Her Elderly Mother and Father, with her tall brother, Mark Rodriguez living next door and their other sister, Debra and her two children (then) and wetback husband living across the yard in their own double-wide trailer in South Tucson, AZ.
August 2009: His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed called Kimberly Clark and talked to them about creating the Huggies Jeans Commercial
for a new print of diapers based on an old Luvs diapers print. I told them to base their Jeans Print Commercial on the vintage Luvs Baby Pants commercial from 1985-1986.
This also led to the new Holiday Print Diapers, The Huggies Limited Edition Elf and Santa Print Diapers and their Limited Edition Pumpkin Print Diapers.
I also called Parent's Choice and convinced them to make their Santa Print Diapers!
I also came up with the commercial for Depend underwear basing the commercial on my own walks around Manitou Springs Colorado wearing only my diapers. The Depend commercial called Drop Your Pants For Underwearness commercial was indeed based on my publically diapered exploits;
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I was also able to call Northshore Care supply from Ohio in 2019 or so to have them make their diapers more interesting and colorful. I suggested they make their MegaMax diapers in colors like Dark blue and Black, pink, and in a tie-dye print. I told them they would sell like hotcakes if they did that. Boy was I right!!!!
His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed Publicly Diapered
Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed In Diapers
Diapers, have been a HUGE part of my life since age 5. I have worn diapers to public school, then even wore diapers back in 1986 to Kino Learning Center, a Catholic private school with a Space Program, when the school was operational. Sister Judy was the school administrator back then, I carried my cloth diapers and plastic pants to school in my yellow backpack. When the school found my diapers in my backpack, they took them to the nurse and they made me go to her to get changed. Instead of using my cloth diapers, they bought packs of disposable diapers for me then used them on me. I went to the nurse about every couple of hours to get my diapers changed.
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