The Checkmate Files

One night in 2012, during my junior year of high school, after a fight with my parents, my co-worker and friend from my first job at PCC Natural Markets, Nick Racz, picked me up outside my cul-de-sac and brought me back to his apartment. He sat me down for a lonnnnnggg conversation. His place was stacked with books and magical objects, and there was a faint smell of weed drifting from the closet. His partner, Wren, was in the kitchen, fiddling with her health‑food gadgets and carefully meal-prepping.

I don’t remember the night too well, but I do remember that it was one of the first nights of my awakening. Nick blew my mind wide open. He was my first introduction to Eastern philosophy, astrology, quantum physics, tarot, the financial machine of the beauty industry and other corporations - and the satanic pedophilic ritual abuse our government takes part in.

Over the coming months, he showed me more, and I fell down hours‑long YouTube rabbit holes- videos and podcasts unpacking the specifics of satanic ritual in Hollywood (look it up, Hollywood is an actual wood used for witchcraft), woven through celebrity performances, award ceremonies, and films. He was one of the first to tell me "they hide the truth in plain site", I've heard it many times since.

I learned about Bohemian Grove (where many of these dark ritual practices take place), and what is now coming out as the Epstein files (although they didn't have that name attached to them at the time). We also got lost in the universe, in the vastness of consciousness so vivid, it felt like new parts of my brain were waking up, firing for the first time with every thought. He showed me sooo many things that took the bars off from behind my eyes, and made the world feel alive.

It feels good to share this story, to travel back to what feels like the real beginning of my life. I’ve never spoken about this publicly. Since 2012, I’ve called myself a conspiracy theorist, and now I'm coming out about it. Why? Because the conspiracies are all turning out to be true. So maybe I’ve been a true theorist all along.

And today, while much of the country reels from the truths being revealed, I feel relief. I’m smiling. Why? Because the truth is finally here. The curtains are pulled back. The show is exposed. For so long, only a few of us were pointing at the burning building, and no one believed us - kind of like how Black people have been saying this country has been burning, and burning people, for a long time, and only now folks are starting to listen… after two white people got shot. Yeah. Kind of like that.

Now we see. The building has been on fire the whole time.

The whole board is visible. Before, we were playing blind. Now we can see their entire game - what’s really at stake, what’s really happening behind the facade of blue and red, big stadiums and podiums. The pieces we couldn’t see before, the ones they were playing with while we fought about COVID, BLM, the president, Charlie Kirk. Every move we made frivolous. But now, since we can see the true game, we can play the true game.

Maybe win.

Checkmate.

Or even better,

change the rules of the game entirely.

Oh, and there is a LOOOOOOTTTT more to know beyond the Epstein files. So maybe we can't see all the pieces yet, but when it rains, it pours.

Photo by me of Nick & Wren at the kirkland waterfront 2012