The history of art goes beyond timelines, speed, color, gender, height, weight, sexuality, interest, knowledge, talent, size, expertise, and age. It is a lecture, in therapy, created for education and (as a) self expression. Whether this is for self, what is around the individual who creates the art, or for studying others. Art explains what we are and what the world looks like, from the outside, but from created within.
Everybody can be an artist, but not everyone wants to call themselves “creative”. It’s not a bad thing, but it can turn out to not be a good thing, or that someone believes that they will never create anything. Whether that’s true or not. Making clones for example, this is a real bad kind of art. Cosplay, is more fun and acceptable than remaking real legends, or criminals who wanna hide what they do in the dark. In the age of 2026, they want to make it appear as acceptable and reimagine the word “normal” for making clones and murdering those who are actually meant to stay…or have given themselves up and their body for a sacrifice, as a curse, or maybe for some, a blessing to whoever lives hereafter.
People may think that cloning is right, but if you are pregnant for the first time, you really wouldn’t want anyone to try to remake that body, mind, soul, spirit, with all the brain cells, and the entire blood circulation. It is kind of weird, let’s say, and agree.
So, what art makes so fun, is that we can be whatever we want, sound like however we want, and look like whoever we want, especially in Cosplay during Halloween, or at Anime events, or Comic Con. Of course, people like to dress up as something, anything, but they can still feel like themselves in it, and not twist the narrative.
We can play in a character, and play in our own characters. We can have multiple, especially if you love wigs, or adore to style and paint your or anyone’s hair. Color does keep things fun, and digestable.
It’s not a secret that I am obsessed with the color red. I even named myself “RED” in 2021. Because I’ve had red hair since I was 13, and loved to wear the color, but that will never change. It fits with my personality, characters, and identity. It activates my Root Chakra, stimulates my passions, grounds my energy, makes me feel “at home”, guides my anger, and (pl)eases my emotions. Then shaved my head since 2022, and realised that God gave me originally an Art(ist) name: FLAMA RED RYVA.
I didn’t tattoo my own arm red for no bull(sh)etin reason. My soul wanted to be recognisable. I was inspired to and guided by spirit to do that, on a wooden bed in Mexico, 1 week before I left Tulum after 8 months staying in a hell I didn’t recognise, because during my presence on my ancestral (blood) land, I created heaven. While being attacked by criminals, liars, actors, demonic witches, satanic warlocks, devil’s thieves, and (fashion / drugs / money / human / sex) traffickers. I’ve been a hostage more than once in this lifetime. But let me not discuss my previous past lives in this article.
Tattooing my arm red was a form of self-indulgence, and recalling my power.
Especially after giving it away to the wrong people. Who didn’t mind my future, and never considered my health, purpose, or worth. I came with €150.000, and left with minus -€1654, because my sister Simone (SiSi) had to book me a plane ticket back, twice. To support my way back home.
All my chronic injury was paid in full before I left to Mexico, and all was stolen, taken, or spend, before I could return. What they didn’t know, is that I had to wait 5 years to receive this money, from a car-attack when I was on a bicycle. It was deadly.
I broke my neck in 2017, and have a metal plate in my throat now, and have removed Cervical Vertebra C7 and replaced it with a titanium plate with screws. Later on I developed a Nerve damage because of this. Which makes me lose (almost all of) my senses when any nerve in my body gets pressured, temporarily, but it can always become permanent (to be numb/paralyzed). That is not all. I broke 4 ribs, L1 in my spine, and 2 knees, while my ankle had to be in plaster, because I broke a foot. Noticing a few days after that my other leg also broke a bone. Didn’t do anything about that. My arms and hands had some injuries too, but I don’t remember what exactly, besides the hundreds of blue spots, that couldn’t be counted, but 1 leg had 50. To top it off, I had brain damage as well, as there was a big bump placed on my third eye. I have a scratch scar on my forehead. That’s where it’s from.
Here’s my catch, I still would never agree on letting my body be cloned. If you see another me, that is not really me, and this robot should be locked up and most likely, be destroyed.
Maybe you can’t notice my injury on the outside, but to me it is very visible every day. I don’t take any painkillers, or medicine from a capsule. I consume healthy food, take vitamins, lecture myself of mushrooms, and take plant medicines, as in… any plant that can heal and activate me. I don’t want to numb the pain with something chemical and illegal, when God literally gave me this pain to live with. It is up to me to let that into my senses, or live as if I can ignore it. Because I can’t take it away, and I wouldn’t want to. But what I can do, is accept that I have a unique body, that lets me carry it through the entire world. That I call mine.
My soul maybe didn’t choose to break bones, but God chose for me, that I can live with bones that I can miss, especially the one in my throat “C7”. It’s just not there anymore, but there is something extra magnetic, something that attracts magnetic fields, and magnetises my own energy to me.
Titanium is Metal, and this Metal, is magnetic. Magnets ward off whatever is negative, and stimulates whatever is positive, or a match in vibration.
That makes my own frequency extra sensitive and felt.
Who knows… maybe if I become paralysed and numb, I might step into a robotic body, but that would be my own choice. Not the decision of the ones that took me hostage in 2024.
I’m just letting y’all know, I will let you know when and if that can happen for me. Because if it won’t, it will never be created. If someone tries to remake me, my work, my word, my art, or my plans, ideas, or businesses, I will know, and I will stop you.
But if you’re inspired by me and want to recreate something yourself, that maybe looks like mine or sounds like me, or feels like what I do, that is totally fine. As long as you won’t take over what is mine, or demonstrate it as yours. Clearly show that it is something you have come up with, and made it yours.
People will love what you do, as long as it’s real and supportive.
I can help you with finding what belongs to you.
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It can be really weird to find out that people are actually trying to clone you, but it also makes you think… Why do they want to take over what I already am? Why do they care about having a “me” of their own? Why did they take me hostage for that? Why did they had so much desire to steal what I am meant to create? Why do they want to change the original me? I can only get the real answers. So…
They want to take my life.
They want to hide behind my clone.
They wanted to be me.
They wanted to steal my belongings.
They wanted to work on my work.
They wanted to reimagine my own ideas.
They wanted to invade themselves in my plans.
They wanted to deny working for their own (worth).
They wanted to leave the hard work for someone else.
They wanted to make their own income with mine.
They wanted to get money with what I (l)earned.
They wanted to replace me.
They wanted to place others in my projects.
They wanted my products to be theirs.
They wanted my workload for their gain.
They want my power.
They want my soul.
They want my spirit.
They want my body.
They (cannibals + vampires) want to (drink and) eat me.
They wanted to make their own team, with mine, and some of these criminals and terrorists, wanted to recreate what I am building, with people who aren’t assigned to the job by God, and so it can’t exist.
That means, it will never be able to exist, because it isn’t blessed to be conquered, it is cursed to exist.
When you know your real purpose, nothing can stop you, but everything is able to try to remake something, without it being fully “working” as it should…or should it not?
Let me know what you think.
With Love, RED, the Galactic Activator
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