Wealthy people have infiltrated our governments. For years they have been quietly removing black workers from leadership. In 2022, I tried warning senior leadership within the province. No one believed me. They believed they could silence me.
What they didn't realize is on was on a mission. From God.
My only message to the racist people who tried to destroy me life: I warned you this was going to look bad on you. You thought no one was watching. But God was. And God is a woman.
EXCERPT FROM THE UPCOMING BOOK - UNBELIEVABLE
For most of my life my skin colour has allowed me white privilege.
Rachel saw me as black. Despite all my life accomplishments, she believed she could bully me into silence because my skin colour is slightly darker than hers.
It didn’t matter that I was a writer working for a publishing company. It didn’t matter that I had taught human resources and business law for a decade. It didn’t matter that I marched in Windsor’s first gay pride and had history of standing up for social justice. It didn’t matter that I told them over and over and over again that I was going to expose what they were doing to make sure it didn’t happen to others. Everyone acted like I would eventually just give up and go away. And I didn’t know why.
The Lady told me it was because Rachel was above the law. I said that was impossible. And she said “This your Rosa Parks moment.” I laughed. It was ludicrous.
My fight with Rachel was going to be easy. No one liked her. She’d only been a manager for a few months. Two black workers had already disappeared from the office under mysterious circumstances. Several other black people in the office had issued complaints. My grievance was just a formality to ensure the harassment stopped once I transferred out of the department. Because I was heading places.
I had tons of notes. First rule of management: if it’s not in writing it didn’t happen. So I kept good notes.
But Rachel kept laughing.
I asked the Lady why. She said Rachel was connected to a Irek Kusmierczyk, a sitting MP in the federal government.
I knew I needed get away from Rachel if I wanted to further my career. I had been interviewing with a different ministry and meeting with other managers. I had just been named Co-lead of an organization focused on training future leaders. It was only a matter of time before I go to safety.
And then something odd happened.
Rachel blocked my move.
Rachel told the other department that despite how I had placed in the interview, they couldn’t have me. She said I was too essential and there was no way the department could lose me. And then a few weeks later in December 2022, she fired me.
That seems odd, right? It seemed racist, but I couldn’t prove it. So I kept going.
After they fired me, they withheld severance and refused to talk to Service Canada. They refused to release a record of employment. But it was no problem. I was told to relax because my grievance date was only a few weeks away. I was certain to get my job back because it was so clear.
Only they never offered my job back. Despite my perfect record and a life time of getting ready for leadership, one white woman decided I wasn’t worthy. She harassed me because she enjoyed it.
But she didn’t destroy my life. She gave me the opportunity of the lifetime. Now I have firsthand knowledge of how governments suppress information they don’t want out because I questioned a racist email.
Reporting racism is exactly like reporting on UFOS.
They refused to tell me why I was fired. Instead, they offered $7000 if I signed a nondisclosure agreement. I told them to fuck off. It is illegal to fire people for speaking out about being harassed. It’s unforgivable when it’s the province doing. The province sets the laws. If they aren’t following them, why would anyone else. When I said that, they went low.
Management said I was a violent thug who had attacked women at work and stalked a manager’s child. They said they filled a police report that I was sending inappropriate videos to an underaged child.
Again, anyone that knows me understand my feelings about pedophiles. That, was when I got angry. I might have let if go if it wasn’t for that. But seeing how willing your were to manufacture evidence it didn’t make sense. At the grievance meeting, leadership could have said there’s obvious a conflict here. Based on Joseph’s employment record, he’s amazing. Let’s transfer him. But no.
I calculated how much money they were stealing from me by doing this. I said I would stay silent for that. I am a gay man of colour in my 50s with chronic illness because I got COVID while working at ODSP. My career options were limited. And they offered $7000 after blatantly breaking the law.
Again, I couldn’t tell them I was psychic. I couldn’t tell them what was coming. I just warned them this would look bad in the near future.
At the end of first grievance meeting, in January 2023, I was told we would start hearing testimony at the next meeting. And then the next meeting was delayed. And then delayed again. We did not start entering evidence until late 2024. It was expected to last another year.
And still, no one had looked at the racist email.
The union refused to answer emails so I filed with the labour relations board. I went public on social media and reached out to news agencies.
I had dated Dan MacDonald years ago and we had several friends. Dan has a family member inside the office I worked in. If he had shared my story, I could hae kept my job and saved my house. But he stayed silent.
So I went to his manager, Melissa Schultz. Melissa and I have a few mutual friends and she also knows someone who worked in the office. Both could easily confirm what I was saying was true. But they stayed silent.
I started to wonder if I really was invisible.
I was stunned to learn the phrase failure to represent originated because unions, historically, do not support black workers. I didn’t want to believe systemic racism still had this much power in the system. But the evidence was adding up.
I watched as government employees destroyed evidence, altered reports, had lawyers send threatening emails and interfere with my book promotions years after I was fired. And then Rachel did something I could never have done on my own.
She proved beyond a reasonable doubt that I got COVID at work because managers were not following provincial guidelines. They allowed a sick man into the office. He sat beside me. I got COVID and was left disabled. Rachel submitted that evidence. Weird choice. But thanks.
You set the entire system against me to prove that systemic racism against black people is not real. You don’t see the problem with that?
So what is the secret? How do government hide information they won’t want you to see? How do they bury evidence?
They don’t write it down. It’s that simple.
Rachel admitted on the first day many workers had complained about her racist behaviour. She said she told her manager, Melissa, but the complaints never moved forward. Then her lawyer said let’s admit there is racism but ignore it. I wish was joking. They admitted the manager was racist and had fired me because she was racist from a unionized job working for the province in the city where Martin Luther King was inspired to write his I have a dream speech.
And I was just going to let it go.
The sad part is, the arbitrator did. Dale made a conscious decision not to write down the racist things Rachel said. I reminded her I had recorded the meeting and the video of the racist comments was currently being shared on the screen for everyone to see. She blinked and said she saw nothing.
At that point, I had no choice but to take money and try something else. It was clear they had no intention of the following the law. They didn’t care how much evidence I had. They never did. It was all a game. And I’m telling others so they you don’t waste your time.
A magician takes his oaths seriously. I swore an oath to the people of Ontario, not Rachel. I believe you have a right to know what your government is doing. Because they are hiding much more than racism
Change is coming.
We still have time to stop them now. But we have to face reality. Together.
On May 23, 2024, I saw the ghost of a man. The next day that man was reported missing. His name was Dalton Bartnik. Today (January 22, 2025) I read an article from CTV news confirming Dalton is deceased. I can no longer deny what I saw.
Over the last year, I made peace with the fact I am capable of remote viewing, telepathy and seeing the future.
The books I released as fiction are actually channeled material, similar to Bashar, Dolores Cannon and Jane Roberts (Seth). Recently, the Telepathy Tapes podcast has become popular discussing the link between autism and telepathy. American intelligence agents have revealed they use psionics to communicate with inter-dimensional beings. Aliens.
There is one more big announcement before the true Ontological Crisis will begin.
In 2018, I suspected I was capable of remote viewing after Bruce McArthur was arrested. As media reported the details of his crimes, I noticed an uncomfortable fact. The deaths were eerily similar to the visions I had that inspired my 2014 book, Are You Watching Me?
I had those visions while visiting my friend Gabe in his Toronto. After McArthur was arrested, told me he was excited and terrified to learn McArthur lived in the same complex on Thorncliffe Drive where he used to live. I went cold. I had seen visions of men being murdered while visiting Gabe.
Confirm for yourself at the link below. You can confirm publication dates and read the preface in the Sample. I've included the body of the Preface below.
The fear that real murders could have inspired my work of fiction paralyzed me for years. Because the next book I was supposed to write was called The Witches of Cuba. It involved Clive Dufault stumbling into an international human trafficking ring led by black witches in Hollywood.
So I stopped. If my visions were true, I did not want to look further into whatever was happening there. Maybe that makes me a coward. Maybe if I had written that book and exposed what was happening in 2019 things would be different.
Writing Witches of Cuba terrified me because I realized I wasn't writing it alone.
Every time I sat down to write, a woman appeared in my mind. She walked out of the ocean dressed in white and I KNEW, at the core of my being, KNEW that it was real spirit talking to me. The more I wrote, the stronger her voice became. She wanted me to uncover what evil witches were doing and I ran away.
I stopped writing and helped my friend Maer Wilson with her publishing company, Ellysian Press.
I spent several years helping with cover art, editing and marketing. It allowed me a creative outlet without hearing the voice of the Lady in White.
That changed when my childhood hero, John Gray, chose our publishing company to publish his first book.
John created a series called The Ghost Whisperer, my second favourite TV series when I was a kid. (The first was Buffy, obviously).
I've always been able to see ghosts but I didn't tell people. I saw how people treated Melinda so I stayed quiet.
John said he chose Ellysian Press because he liked our covers. And that felt like a crowning achievement. John had inspired me and he liked me work. How could any experience top that?
So I left the publishing company and decided to focus on my own art again. Mostly because I had completely forgotten about the Lady in White.
DEVIL'S MOUNTAIN - PREDICTING THE FUTURE
In 2023 I found myself unemployed from due to a manager. I took a year off and took the time to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. That is when i discovered Tyler Henry. I watched his Netflix Special Life After Death and was transformed.
I thought: I would love to be able to do what he does.
And a little voice at the back of my head said: You can.
Then I said: Well not as good as him.
And the voice said: Practice.
And I said: F&ck that I have no intention of being af&cking professional psychic. That's a crappy job and no one will believe me. No one believed me about the racism at work. Why would they believe I can communicate with spirits and remote view? No. I want to me a director. So, voice in my head, if you want to help, give me a movie.
And the voice said: Okay. Here's a movie about a group of psychics. Are you ready for the message?
And then the Lady helped me write Devil's Mountain.
I got into a deep trance, thought about each of the actors cast in the movie and the Lady gave me storylines for each of them.
In hindsight, I realize this is not how most people write.
MY VISIONS COME TRUE
Since 2023, I have watched as all the storylines I wrote came happened later in real life. I had little money so I cast my boyfriend, Michael, and people he knew.
Ashley plays his sister. We were all set to film a scene where she talks about her brother almost dying. We canceled when Ashley's real life brother, Dean, was in a horrendous car accident. His car ended up in a ditch filled with water, his spine broken. Miraculously, another car was nearby and an angel of god in human form held his head above water until the ambulance came. Thankfully he made a full recovery. A miracle.
Another actor was cast to discuss what it was like growing up with a crazy mother now that she has completely lost touch with reality. Unfortunately the predictions were accurate.
Carly plays a psychic with a warning: An armada of alien ships is heading to earth and will arrive by 2027.
My character, Miska, was a child star who tried to whistleblow on an unbelievable truth: his record company is involved in human trafficking. Music videos are essential advertisements for wealthy men. He is told to take some money and shut up or he will be killed. So he makes a deal with the devil to become a rock star on his own.
The Devil tells Miska Hollywood will be destroyed like Sodom and Gomorrah and he will be tasked with creating a new center of the arts in Detroit. All he has to do is help the humans stop being so afraid. It is time to fulfil the promise Antoine de le Mothe Cadillac made to the Nain Rouge.
Some of those things, I could pass off as coincidence. But the idea that aliens from the ocean were coming to save us from patriarchy by 2027? That's a bit much for a coincidence. But i still needed objective proof.
I SEE DEAD PEOPLE
In December 2023, my boyfriend's father grew suddenly ill. When I walked into the hospital room to visit him, I saw the spirt of his mother watching over him. No one else saw her. I looked back and forth between Wayne and his mother. I knew what it meant but I refused to believe it. Wayne had been perfectly healthy a few days ago. I stared at his mother but she never took her eyes off her son.
She said: December 15th. I heard it clearly.
I felt like screaming but said nothing. On the drive home, I told my boyfriend I saw the spirit of his grandmother. He called me a necromancer. I knew I couldn't say anything else. I didn't want to believe his father was going to pass. But he did. On December 15th.
I shut down for months.
Eventually I convinced myself it was all a trick of the mind. On May 23, 2024 I was laying in bed and I had a conversation with God. I said I was going to need more verification than that before going public.
And the second I thought that, I saw the spirit of Dalton Bartnik, a man I had never met and had no reason to suspect was dead. Since then, I have held onto the hope my vision was incorrect. But today (January 22, 2025) I read an article stating there were pictures of Dalton's body clearly indicating he is dead. My condolences to his family.
UNBELIEVABLE
In 2024, something even more unbelievable happened. Aliens. Since November of 2024, there have been mass sightings of "drones" and "orbs" all around the world. Disclosure is happening as I write this. Every day more and more of the truth comes out. Which means I have to come to terms with my own truth.
I am on the psychic spectrum.
Since the 1980s, I have communicated with an entity I call The Lady. Although I have not yet read Ufo of God by Chris Bledsoe, I follow him and his family on social media. It appears we are communicating with the same being. The Lady often calls herself name is Mary and says she is my cousin or my ex-wife. A joke since my first name is Joseph.
I just didn't think she was real. I believed I was practicing a unique form of the Mental Palace technique, like the one shown in The Queen's Gambit. Rather than mental chessboards, I created an artificial assistant, an imaginary sounding board for ideas. In the early 2000's, she told me her name was Alexa, probably because she knew how funny that would be one day. When she's not scolding me for being lazy, she's quite funny.
After the last few months, I've found many more who regularly communicate with The Lady. I am not alone. And she is getting louder.
Video: Chris Bledsoe talks UFO of GOD, The River, The Lady & More | Bledsoe Said So: Episode 83
It is healing to learn other people have gone through similar experiences which is why I'm working on a "coming out" video called Unbelievable. It started as promotional material for Devil's Mountain, but has turned into a comedy special about God and the purpose of art. All art comes from God. When you learn that some of your favourite art has been created by horrible men, please know everything serves God's purpose. Satan may be lord of the land now, nut that is about to change. Forever.
One more thing has to happen before enough people will believe me.
Now is a good time to find your faith.
WORLD PEACE
It is hard to believe this week after Elon did his little magic trick, but rest assured: World peace is just around the corner.
The satanic vampires (that is a metaphor) who believe they run the world are just rich bullies playing mind games on the working class. It takes an incredible amount of work to prevent world peace. This week, they slipped and revealed themselves too early. We can all see the billionaires for what they are and they will lose.
Below is the text of the preface to Are You Watching Me? It shows I suspected long ago I was capable of remote viewing. But I knew it wasn't time to come forward yet. Because, with the help of The Lady, I can see the future.
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION OF ARE YOU WATCHING ME? (2019)
“This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”
If you’re like me, you’ve seen this statement so many times it barely registers any more. Of course, we know it’s just a book or just a movie. Writers often base their books on real events and real people. They change story details and the character names just enough so they’re not recognizable.
That’s not what happened with my book.
I started writing Are You Watching Me? as a NANOWRIMO in 2014. It took me a few years to write, not because it’s a long book, but because it’s dark. It was difficult for me to get in Clive Dufault’s mind space and, once I finished, even harder to get out of it. There were difficulties with finding the right editor and pre-existing deadlines for my other book series. So, the book wasn’t published until 2016.
In January of 2018, the real world got a little too close to my fictional one.
Are You Watching Me? is a fictional account of a serial killer in Toronto targeting gay men. The murders are brutal and involve bondage. One of the victims worked in a bar. All fairly generic, innocuous points until Bruce McArthur was arrested.
In January 18, 2018, Bruce McArthur, 66, was arrested for the murder of multiple men. They burst into his apartment as he was, apparently, about to kill another. As I write this, he’s pled guilty to eight murders, although there could be more. He had been killing people since the 1970s.
Reality sucks. If you’ve read the first edition, you already know Are You Watching Me? is a paranormal thriller with hints of an evil not of this world, an evil that plays a great part in the books of my Activation Series.
Like many, I’d heard rumors about a serial killer in Toronto targeting gay men. For years, it was like an urban legend, right up there with alligators in the sewer or Chupacabra. People in the community spoke about it in whispers, but most didn’t actually believe it.
When a real murderer was arrested, I felt sick. I took Are You Watching Me? off my social media feeds. I love this book, but I absolutely knew I couldn’t promote it when the McArthur story was all over the news. I stopped all marketing on all my books. Of everything I’ve published, I’m most proud of Are You Watching Me? And I felt pressured to let it slink into obscurity.
In the preface to his short story collection, Night Shift, Stephen King answers the question why he chooses to write horror. His answer:
“Why do you assume that I have a choice? Writing is a catch-as-catch-can sort of occupation. All of us seem to come equipped with filters on the floors of our minds, and all the filters have differing sizes and meshes. What catches in my filter may run right through yours.”
Serial killers get stuck in my filter. They scare the shit out of me, more than any fictional monster, because they’re real. Anyone could be a killer, even the gentle old man who dresses up like Santa Claus. And the more I looked into McArthur, the more freaked out I got.
The serial killer in my novel finds people through social media. So, did McArthur.
My hero, Clive Dufault, lives in Thorncliffe Park because one of my best friends, Gabe, lived in an apartment there for years. I visited him and stayed at his apartment often. Talking to his Torontonian friends was the first time I heard rumors of a gay serial killer.
Bruce McArthur lived in the same building as my friend. At the same time.
Being in that Thorncliffe Park complex, all those years ago, gave me an idea for a story that is a little too close to reality for my liking.
Once I learned that, I completely shut down. My mind went to very dark places. Could I have seen McArthur in the hallway? On the elevator? Was I visiting Gabe on a night McArthur murdered one of his victims? Is that why the story sank into my subconsciousness, urging me to write it?
Of course, this is crazy talk. The odds are very small I would have run into McArthur. That apartment complex is huge. And it’s not like they were neighbours. Gabe lived in the same building but on a different floor.
For months, I stopped writing entirely. I knew I had to do something but what?
I decided to revise my book. I couldn’t ignore the real murders. I needed, somehow, to do justice to the victims. So, I focused on the righteous anger of the gay community. For decades, the community in Toronto had asked police to investigate numerous suspicious disappearances. The police did not take them seriously. They fucked up because gay lives are expendable, especially those with brown skin. It’s the main reason why police in Toronto have been un-invited from the Gay Pride parade.
I’m just a writer. I can’t change the way society assigns value to people. I can’t erase racism or homophobia, but at the very least I can shine a light on them.
I thought of revising my book to make it less similar to the real events, but that serves no one. I have an opportunity to tell a story that no one else is telling. Gay men died because society didn’t care they went missing. If we’d cared a little bit more, maybe we would have caught McArthur before he killed so many.
This is a work of fiction. The similarities between my book and reality are purely coincidental. At the very least, they are unintentional. On the other hand, my commentary on the relationship between the police and the gay community for this second edition is completely intentional.
