I Resign From

I officially resign from and release the identity of Kristen Keenon Fisher. It was a tough decision but one I now make with confidence. Kristen was a great guy but he had WAY too many enemies - through no direct fault of his own - might I add. While he was not perfect, he offered love, kindness, and generosity to all humanoids he encountered. He was a great listener and often played the role of therapist to many of his "friends" and "family" whether he liked it or not. Yet the amount of fraud and gang-stalking committed against this identity is worthy of an individual with far worse karma and far more social influence and significance. Here is a list of (but certainly not all of) the fraudulent activity committed against Kristen by his "friends" and "family:" credit cards falsely opened in his name, his forged signature on documents, life insurance policies on his name without his expressed consent, false statements about his mental health, false statements about his physical health, voodoo dolls (yes I know-secrets out), multiple social media profiles created using photos from his VERIFIED profiles, for who knows what kind of dark deeds, bogus police reports, endless scam phone calls, false narratives of all kinds, occupational interference, and character assassination and defamation and did I mention LIFE INSURANCE POLICIES! All of this and much more done by Kristen's own "friends" and "family" and a tier-list of recruited bad actors. As you can imagine, this caused Kristen a substantial amount of grief. This made life unjustly hard for him. As a child, Kristen suffered from severe depression from the time he was five years old. At such a young age this was scary, as Kristen didn't even know the word for what was wrong with him or how to describe it. Einstein once said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result. To me, this is just the definition of practice. Insanity is battling an enemy that you can't see, touch, or identify. A ghost. Unable to truly explain what ailed him, Kristen had to learn to become his own therapist, seeking refuge and relief in creative endeavors like drawing, painting, and writing. This quiet war tested him immensely but it bestowed upon him a secret weapon. Inner strength and compassion. The blade and the hilt. But as he progressed through life, young Kristen soon realized that this sword was double-edged. You see, his kindness and compassion, when offered, were not seen as a gift wrestled from the spectral demons of grief and sadness - but as weakness. A default gesture for a person of no resolve, no fortitude or sense of self. An easy target. Gullible. Fragile. Helpless. Deceiving and manipulating him would be as easy as taking money from the elderly. After the passing of his mother, who was his dearest friend, Kristen was again visited by his old foe. An ancient enemy. Naturally expecting the love and support of his "friends" and "family," Kristen became confused by what he saw. Mocking smiles, empty gestures, strange alliances; the vultures began circling. It seemed his once invisible nemesis had finally taken form. And it was many in number. The contract was active and the celebration was already underway. When they stole his mail, they celebrated. When they tried to poison him, they celebrated. When he had trouble maintaining employment, they celebrated. When they said he was on drugs, unstable, disloyal, going nowhere, incapable; as the witches danced and circled the fire inhaling the fumes of Kristen's stolen energy...they celebrated and rejoiced. Why was this happening? What were they after? Why was such joy derived from Kristen's despair? When we think of jealousy, often material things come to mind. The house someone lives in. The car they drive. Their occupation and related income. We tend to believe that material abundance is the only form of success worthy of envy. But we never consider the intangible as a form of enviable wealth. That which must be cultivated from within. When you walk in genuine kindness and compassion there are those who do not believe you. They will gaslight you, attack from all sides until they prove you are just like them. Until they show everyone that you too wear a mask that hides something ugly beneath. And the second they get you to act out of character, to respond emotionally to their coordinated abuse, they will steal your inner wealth, your compassionate light, and wear it as their own. Then they'll call you crazy. Destiny swap complete. Malicious individuals like these, hide behind false credibility upheld by societal connections and launder their toxicity through charitable work, religion, and fake smiles. They refuse to do any introspective work but hold great contempt for those who do. They have great credit and bad karma. Self-appointing themselves god, they seek to take what another has cultivated calling them undeserving, lazy, selfish. They have fumbled their own light but somehow have the authority to delegate yours. They have taken the ego's deal for the appearance of grandeur, high status, worthiness, and favor; not knowing that the ego's secret delicacy is despair. The ego will raise you up as high as you want - so long as you feed it. But, the moment you skip a meal, the minute you don't hold up your end, down you go and all the more deliciously the ego eats. I digress, but I write all of this to once and for all mark my separation from this identity and I'm taking my inner strength, kindness, generosity, trust, compassion, love, and good karma with me. Sincerely,