This is my last day posting on any social media platforms. From now on, for those who value the message I am sharing, they can come to this website. I am not saying this with arrogance, I have spent decades pushing my message and marketing my hopes for my people only for those pearls to be turned to swine because no one likes to be told what to do and no one wants help where they did not ask for it.
Finally, at the age of 52, I stop acting like a child and become the man that my father Fikremariam prayed I would become and my Father in haven Egzihabier (G-d) was patiently waiting to become. I will post this article (which has a crucial message below for those who have ears and choose to listen) on Facebook, Instagram, X (Twitter) and Tik Tok. After that, it is done!
This will also be the last day I post my videos on YouTube. Now some would say “but Teodrose why, you just launched Fikre Press, why would you destroy something good when you finally have it, why so self-destructive). You just can’t help yourself, you bounce around from one thing to another only for you to raze what you built! Now you are talking about cutting off social media and limiting your reach!”
To which I respond: there is NOTHING constructive about all these cursed social media applications, not only do they addict us and separate us from one another, they also actively suppress messages that are meant to unite while amplifying hateful and divisive message)
Check out my videos on YouTube, I’ve sent out over 30,000 emails over the past month and some hundreds of redirects from those emails landed on one particular video about the truth of the “Civil War” and Dixie that I know for a fact should have at least 1,000 hits. Yet despite the influx of hits on those videos, the number of hits on that video currently stands at 194 hits.
In theory, my videos could have 1,000, 10,000 or even 100,000, yet despite the unique visitors and clicks, the view count of my average YouTube videos remain stuck at 80 or 90. If one of my videos reached 1,000,000 hits, no one would ever know because the viewer count according to YouTube is stuck in the low two digits.
This is what is called suppression of speech. If I wanted to, I have enough proof to sue AlphaBet for intentionally stifling the viewer count in order to prevent my message from reaching a broader universe. Twitter (X), Meta (Facebook, IG) and Tik Tok all engage in this nefarious game of perfidy.
Facebook and Twitter are particularly egregious in this game of deception, this Tweet of mine below which conveys an article I wrote about the truth behind the plane crash in Florida on Saturday only has 58 hits according to X even though I have 1,481 followers. This is what is called shadow banning, Elon Musk pretends to be about “free speech” when all along he is working with both Democrats and Republicans to kill G-d and pave the way for the rise of THE antichrist.
As much as I want to blame these social media corporate Nephilims for engaging in mass-duplicity, We the People also bear some of the responsibility. Why not judge a book for its content instead of the cover? Why not value a post based on its content instead of worshiping it based on its hit count.
Well no more wondering and pleading for people to listen to me, that sus trait is being drowned in the Blue Nile and in its place resurrects a new me who will love myself as I love others. But old habits die harder than Bruce Willis on “Christmas”. In a last act of foolishness, as I was walking up to Sankofa Bookstore to write this article and post the video below, a homeless man approached me and said he would sell me a $100 gift card for $50.
I questioned if the cards were stolen and he swore they were not. I asked him how he makes money if he sells something for half the price he acquired them for. He shucked and jived about this business model, my mind rejected him but my heart wanted to believe him so desperately. I mean this is why I stand up for the least of us and go hard against the richest .01% among us who steal from many in order to enrich themselves.
I decided to believe him and gave him the money. I thought maybe he would not screw me over, that his talk about being a Christian and that he was blessing me was authentic. Even though I am down to last $75 and have no idea where my next money is coming from, I wanted to believe that the poor would treat the poor with decency.
You can guess how it turned out. When I finally arrived at Sankofa Bookstore and pulled out the gift card to pay for my breakfast, I thought I heard a rooster crow twice. Denied! I swiped again. Denied! At that moment a solitary tear fell from my left eye. It wasn’t sadness because I got hoodwinked by a thief, it was joy that I learned my last lesson from my Father God in heaven who always watches over me no matter how many valleys of death I keep walking into. My G-d how much He loves me that he would continue to save me from myself over and over again.
I do not deserve it, there are many more who are wiser with their money, more judicious with their blessings and who guard their treasures from the wolves who roam freely. Yet despite my childish ways, maybe it’s because of it when I think about it, He chose me to deliver this message.
The battle here on earth is not between the rich and the poor and it definitely is not about the endless identities like race, nationality, religion etc. we have been programmed to accept. It’s not even about money in all honesty even though I rightly call it the Mark of the Beast.
The division is between those who have been hurt greatly and decided to give too much and the other side who have been greatly and decided to take too much. Obviously, I fall in the former camp as I have spent years upon years giving endlessly only to be hurt over and over again by those who I gave to. I don’t say this to sound pious, to the contrary, hurting self is no different than hurting 100 others.
On the other side are those who take too much. Neither side are the evil side, they are just reflections of one another. Giving too much at the cost of yourself is just as toxic as taking too much at the expense of others.
My declaration that I am no longer going to be a content creator for social media corporations only for those corporations to deny and suppress me is part of my healing process. The other part is to do as Iyesus advised and “heal myself”. That means spend as much time nurturing myself as I nurture others. To that end, time to take care of personal business.
There are some of you crying as you are reading this as I am crying writing this. That is because I am you and you are me. My story is your story and yours is mine. Even if you are the opposite of me and you take too much, you are just the mirror reflection of me.
It’s like 6 and 9, one of these days we will meet in the middle and form 8 but turned sideways. That is when we will be infinity because even as we pass away the things we do in love last for an eternity. As for the money I lost to the homeless man, he did not steal from me, he taught me a last valuable lesson. I consider that charity, besides, in life as you give unselfishly, G-d blessed back ten-fold.
On that note, G-d bless everyone. Below is a video I recorded this morning at 8:46AM. I dedicate this recording to all victims of 9/11, may your souls rest and your family be comforted with this one knowledge: when devils attack, they are bringing us closer to our creator.
As for YouTube, X, Facebook, Instagram, Tik Tok, here is one thing I know, when the revelation takes place, it not be televised and it will definitely be suppressed and denied by your demonic platforms. I promise you are going to regret letting this content say ENOUGH. If only you let my tweets go and did not suppress my speech, I would have stayed on your soon to be worthless platforms as my soul is inverted by navel gazing at my ego inspired by likes, shares and comments.
But because you denied me, I decided to liberate myself and fulfil the mission G-d has in store for me. I guess what I am saying is that you are not platform enough for me. I dedicate this song by Toni Braxton to all of you. Enjoy as your stocks crash and crumble, you can say the darkness is coming for your bottom lines. Outage shall be thy name.
It’s better to look away from the ego and turn towards God. To that point, if you love this website, love our content and what we are about, you can stand with me but please don’t follow me. Instead follow G-d for He is the only truth and the way to our promised Zion.
By the way, you see the word Kidane above in the title with #KidaneMariamX10. Well one of my favorite churches is Kidane Meheret Ethiopian Orthodox Church located in Alexandria, Virginia. The church was closed, I’m pretty sure for good reasons because some Ethiopians love to cut corners to save dollars even as they trade money in churches that Iyesus expressedly forbid.
But all corrective actions should come with corrective actions that the punished should take in order to atone and get right with the law. To condemn a church, close it for good and forbid a congregation from entering a house of prayer is evil.
Selam Mayor Gaskins, remember I called you yesterday to raise this issue and you told me to email your assistant even though you used to take my calls all the time before you got elected. Such is the ego and the intoxicating allure of power, the higher you climb the political ladder, the more you lose your humility and think you are too important to bother with the folks who helped you get elected. Well I am not going to email you, consider this your notice, if you want, you can email me at teodrosefikre@gmail.com so that we can discuss ways to get the church open.
I made a kidane (promise) to a special friend that I would help get the church open after she told me that kidane meheret means “promise to the poor”, it’s a promise Iyesus made to his grieving mother who was pleading for the people who curificed her son to be forgiven.
Of course she is holy, the last thing I would be doing is begging for the people who harmed my son to be forgiven, I would go full Theo and pluck every evil tree by its roots and ensure their seeds never grow again if harm befell my son at the hands of evil doers.
Such was my anger yesterday when my son’s mother’s car suddenly locked its brakes unexplainably which gave my son Yohannes whip lash. His mother and I spent the whole day at Children’s Hospital in DC because he was complaining about dizziness, blurred vision and headaches a week after my car brakes experienced total failure even though I bought the Jeep Cherokee two days prior.
I am sure it was just a freak occurrence and that the two brake failures had no correlation. But I’m not going to litigate that issue here, I’ve already written about it and given it to G-d. I am confident that anyone who might have played a part in those two “freak events” will be experiencing tingling in their hands all day and some of them might fall to their knees as they experience a ghost that will come upon the by 10PM tonight.
Back to the Blessed Virgin, while I might have risen to a boil over my most precious treasure being taken, not Mariam (she was rebranded to Mary by Roman pagans who co-opted Christianity), she begged for our forgiveness. Kidane Meheret is a promise that Iyesus made to his mother that people who give to the poor on the 16th of each month would be forgiven of their sins.
I cry writing this, I beg my Father G-d in heaven to grant me this type of grace, for my heart to be healed so that I forgive all who hurt me and to never turn to wrath when those I help harm me. I am a work in progress; may we all reach the one true Zion and turn our hands away from evil and quickly turn our hands to Egzihabier (G-d).Amen::
“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” ~ Jeremiah 17:14
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