If you want to know why Grey left the platform, this is why. She saw the hell they're putting me and others like @Sassafrass_84, @SarahisCensored, and @MrsErikaKirk through on a daily basis and she decided that she will no longer give her money to a place that breeds this kind of evil. If you ask all of us who have undergone a sustained and constant smear campaign in which every word, picture or deed is put under a microscope and twisted into something nefarious, you will see 4 women who struggle with PTSD to this day. They gave my hunter his account back and he started right back where he left off. I can't even look at it without getting upset, so I've had Grok Bot archive it all with links and screenshots for the police. That little bot came out roughly the same time this guy got his account back, so perhaps this is divine intervention and I'm meant to go through the fire to show others how I survived and how I made it stop. When Grey talks about how X taught them how to hunt, she's telling you the truth. X notified me that they instructed my hunters to say they're posting under "satire" or "parody" and then it will bypass the system. Like a good little sociopath, he followed instructions. They circumvent the pathetic block feature by stalking my replies and looking to see who says anything kind about me, they go to that person's page, find the reply and then character assassinate from there. 3+ years. When I tell you that my PTSD is profound and I live in fear, I am not overselling that. An obsession that lasts this long for someone who has never done anything to you makes me think he is capable of anything. You want me to name them, but I can't because if I do I lose all moral and legal high-ground. Even this post will fill him with glee because he LOVES it when I get upset. I didn't want to go through a hellish legal ordeal again like I did in my 20's when faced with sexual harassment so bad the man decided I needed to die and he wrote up exactly how he was going to do it. I won, but they drug me through the mud, and I was scarred afterward. I want you all to understand this isn't just mean words. This is what they did: ~They stalked me and anyone associated with me for YEARS ~They released my full name and maiden name (my name is so unique that there are only 2 people in the world with that name, so it put a bullseye on me and my minor child for anyone who wans to hurt us) ~They posted about my car accident and warped the entire ordeal ~They pushed a couple of old clients to file against me for fraud when I didn't fraud anyone, which is why their crap never went anywhere ~They released the make and model of my vehicle to scare me ~They showed a panoramic view of my home and neighborhood to let me know they know where I live and can get me at any time if they want to (I assume that was the motivation, but they didn't state it specifically) ~The sickest part? They said I sexualize my daughter. I can't imagine a more horrific claim as an abuse survivor. (I have those screenshots archived) ~They honey-potted my daughter's father, and boy was this their Olympics. I did not leave that relationship in the right way, so I had no idea how much hate was in his heart, and I had no idea that he'd just make up terrible things to try to cozy up to the girl they sent to him to try to build a bond. His text messages to me at the time can prove that he lied through his teeth in horrible audio after audio. They released those audios as if they were TMZ and I'm a public official. ~They sent a sick email to my ex fiance at his job at an elementary school. He's tech savvy, so he saved the IP trace, but he couldn't get further than street crossroads. ~They're tried to threaten and menace my friend by posting her full name and screenshots of her husband's FB account for no reason. So, I hope you understand when I have to take breaks, because though old Twitter was bad, X is far more unsafe than old Twitter ever thought about being. I make an income off X now and have for a while. I like helping people and spreading the Gospel, yet they warp even that and say its my new "grift". I'm going to go through hell prosecuting this man because though he is breaking the law with what he did, and is still doing, it's hard to enforce, but fortunately Grok Bot has helped me lay out the steps to do it, and in the comments you'll see the first page I submitted to police. For other women going through this understand you have to build your case for police, and Grok Bot will keep a constant archive of proof. In the meantime, X won't do a damn thing about it. They Teach the Stalkers How to Hunt: Why I Left X and Will Never Return substack.com/@lhgrey1/note/p…

Stop it right now, you sorceress!!

I'm dying of cuteness overload!

I leave you with this, because I'm still fried and I want to zone out playing the Headless Horseman event. Homemade Chicken Wontons! 1lb ground chicken/pork/turkey (whichever you like best!) 2 tbsp soy sauce 1 1/2 tbsp rice wine 1 tbsp oyster sauce 1 tsp toasted sesame oil 1/2 cup finely minced green onions 2 tsps grated ginger 1 tsp fish sauce 2 cups chicken broth 1 package of wonton wraps Chili crisp for drizzeling 1. Start by combining all ingredients together except for broth, crisp and wraps. 2. Take 1 wonton wrapper and spoon in 1 tsp of mixture to the center. Wet your fingertips in water and pinch each cross section together in a triangle until you finish with a square. 3. Bring broth to a boil and place wontons in one at a time. Cook for 4-5 minutes. Serve over rice and drizzle wontons with as much chili crisp as you like. Love your life!

Do you understand what this place is allowing others to do to many of us? I want you to know this woman is one of he loveliest, kindest people you will ever meet. There is a good reason she is as popular as she is. Many say we should just leave despite making an income on X, but I would counter and say that X should just stop illegal stalking and harassment. That's not free speech!

This is what Grok Bot prepared for me and this is what I submitted to police along with the entire archive file including links and screenshots.

A few days ago I went to the hospital convinced I was having a heart attack. Turns out it was just my 3rd pulmonary embolism. A small one, apparently, just a little clot in a lung vessel that made breathing feel like a luxury item. I’ll be fine. Mostly tired and running on fumes, which is a fun new way to experience existing. I’m sharing this so you don’t think I’ve vanished because the algorithm finally noticed me. I’ll be gone for a few days, maybe a week. Every so often I need to get the hell away from this denizens of demons, and my body has decided to enforce the boundary this time. This place is frequently vile. I say that as someone who is, embarrassingly, a bit of a sensitive little soul. The current mood on the Right as the midterms get closer is pure panic. Instead of fighting the left, they’re busy shooting at each other and carefully positioning themselves to say “not my fault” when it goes sideways. Watching adults behave like high school mean girls is both disgusting and oddly clarifying. I still think being evil is worse than being wrong. Odd how few others feel that way, hmm? Anyway, sending you all love. Mama needs a break! ♥️♥️♥️ ***Can we appreciate how cute my shoes were for the ambulance ride?! It's the little things. 😊

I'm trying to get some work done on my laptop today, and the man is 5ft away meal-prepping his lunches for the week because he watches Food Network nonstop and got “inspired.” I take breaks to scroll Reels, and he can hear them. When this one from the Goo Goo Dolls comes on, this is our conversation: Him: I remember that movie, City of Angels. My dad took me to see it and he cried. Me: Did you cry? Him: Of course not, I'm a man. Me: Does anything make you cry? Him: Yeah, the Dolphins. Me: 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣 Then I get the full “why the Miami Dolphins personally ruin my life” monologue. They haven’t been great since Dan Marino, and apparently have one of the longest playoff droughts in NFL history. I feel his pain. I’m a college ball girl and Michigan is my team. They were so bad this year I had to stop watching. For my mental health.😭

The man sent me this from work yesterday and idk if he's trying to tell me something?! 🤣😅🤣 Surely I'm not THAT bad! Only Lord of the Rings lovers will fully understand this, but it should still make everyone laugh, so enjoy! 😅🤣😅🤣 If you know who these guys are, please give credit in the comments!

In 1978 a legend was born. The girl who treated the dictionary like a bit of light reading grew up spending Saturdays in a windowless van that reeked of formaldehyde, riding with a man named George who chain-smoked and told stories about the years they still used arsenic. She kept the bone saw he gave her. Because of course our angry little gothic fairy did! 😅 She stacked the forensic psychology degrees, trained in embalming, and mostly used all of it to write instead of diagnosing anyone who still had a pulse. Her father named her Grey, never asked her to shrink, and taught her how to land a clean hit. He died with no warning. She found him. After that the heart started keeping its own inventory. A few agonizing stops later, including one that actually ended, feeling anything at full volume still comes with a physical toll; the heart keeps trying to commit seppuku. Fifteen people she loved went into the ground early. Murder, suicide, overdose. None of them got a soft ending. She stayed upright in the rooms where the blood was still warm, made the calls, kept moving, because falling apart was never an option. The mother who was supposed to be shelter was her tormentor and her captor for many years. Blessedly, that chapter is closed now. Plenty of people wanted a piece of the sharp woman who writes the way she does and still looks half her age. They wanted the story, the access, the something they could take with them. All she needed was someone who would love her without wanting to sleep with her or take anything from her. No project. No extraction. Just the rare version of staying that does not require her to pretend to be something more palatable. You found that. You are still here, still cutting clean, still refusing to negotiate with a body that has gone rogue and turned into a terrorist. For the first time in years you are letting the day actually count, and I'm blessed and privileged to be sharing it with you. 🖤 I'm proud of all you've survived and how you choose to overcome every, single day. I'm proud of the woman you are now, and the woman you are becoming. More importantly, I know your daddy is proud of you too. Happy birthday, my darling. The world is a better place because you draw breath. My world is a better place because you exist. You are the sister I never knew I had. 🖤🖤🖤 @Grey_0G

Just curious...

Do you ever feel the world reaching for you, hands that mean well and hands that do not, all of them closing around what is still yours to keep? I made this without knowing quite what it was for. A girl, caught. Then not. The hands fall short as she becomes something they cannot hold: a raven, black-winged and sudden, lifting clear of every grasp. Sometimes the only way out is to stop being what they thought they could keep. Sometimes freedom looks like flight, and flight looks like choosing, at last, to leave the hands behind. 🐦‍⬛

That awkward moment when a Canadian is more American than many Americans.

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, which is why evil has destroyed the hearts of women first. The ones nature trusted with the most helpless lives are now ending them, and entire institutions scramble to invent excuses so the killers can remain the story. Once a mother can slaughter her own children and still be framed as the one who needs saving, the oldest civilizational bargain is broken. The children disappear. The pattern spreads. And the culture that once guarded the cradle now protects the hand that turns against it.

When the devil came to church... An exorcist speaks. In the middle of a Mass, the air itself shifted. A demon manifested, not by accident, not by invitation, but because God Himself commanded it. Beelzebub. Lucifer. The Light-Bearer who once stood nearest the Throne. Forced to speak. What he revealed was not some theatrical boast or hollow threat. It was the root of the Fall itself. His original assignment: to illuminate minds, to show humanity the beauty and necessity of sacrifice, to help us willingly let go of lesser goods so we could offer them to God. When he rejected that mission, he inverted it. Now his nature is this: He whispers, relentlessly, that you cannot be separated from the particular good you cling to. That this comfort, this pleasure, this attachment, this status is inseparable from who you are. That letting it go would somehow diminish you. That is how he emptied Eden. That is how he drains sacrifice from the soul. That is how mediocrity takes root in every human heart. And on that day, under divine compulsion, the ancient enemy was made to confess it out loud. Listen carefully. What you are about to hear is not theory. It is the enemy’s own admission of how he still works.

Yes.