The 1% Journey: A Tale of multiple Jarsahs (And a Very Busy corrupt Judge, Lawyer, a cop, Bank manager, and others). Funny how people are ordered to return what they stole, but they decide to stalk you online instead. Envy, Envy.
Alright, look—before I even dive into this, can we just collectively agree to ignore my outfit? I woke up. I don’t know what possessed me, but I finally caught the nerve to tell this story at 5:00 AM, so you’re getting the "just rolled out of bed" look. I’ve been debating whether to even put this out there, but the truth is just itching to get out.
Now, full disclaimer: My actual life? Peaceful. Zen. I’m over here minding my business, preserving my joy, and radiating kindness. But my doppelganger’s lives? Pure, unadulterated chaos. Honestly, it’s like a movie I never auditioned for, but somehow I’m the lead.
The Scheme (A.K.A. The World's Worst Family Reunion)
This isn’t just a simple case of someone using my credit card for a pizza. We are talking about a full-blown "man-made disaster" scheme involving a network that would make a spy novelist retire out of shame. I’m talking about a corrupt judge, a lawyer, a retired cop named Chris Romero from New Mexico, and—get this—a handful of cousins. Two I’ve never even met! Their mother owns a hair shop, and one of them grew up in the same house as me. Talk about playing a role; they deserve an Oscar for the way they acted while plotting behind my back.
The goal? My inheritance. My name. My investments. They’ve been at this since the early 2000s, tapping my phone and my computer like I’m some kind of international fugitive. All because I have a bit of an "Interstate Inheritance" waiting for me across North Carolina, Alabama, California, Virginia, Georgia, and Florida. They even took it international to Ghana and Australia!
The "Incompetence" Loophole
Here’s where it gets creative. My grandparents (bless them) left a will with a few stipulations: I had to be of "sound mind," have "good moral character," and graduate college. Classic grandparent moves.
But the "Corrupt Cabal" found a loophole. They hired a doctor—whom I’ve never met—to try and deem me incompetent. They created a narrative that I only finished the fifth grade, that I was ignorant, and that I was on drugs. (For the record: I have never done a drug in my life. I don’t judge the struggle, but that’s just not my story.)
When their first doppelganger didn't work out, they imported a new one from Ghana. An FBI agent who knew my uncle allegedly brought her into the states without paperwork just to play "Joseph."
The Doppelganger Chronicles
While I’m at home being peaceful, my "doppelgangers" have been busy:
The Ghana Doppelganger: Apparently, she’s been running around doing all types of crimes in my name—escorting, robbing people in hotels—just to make me look unstable.
The Global Crew: I’ve got a doppelganger in London, another in Ghana, and another one who’s a drag queen, and even one who was a caretaker for my grandparents.
They are doing the absolute most because they want access to the properties, land, oil, and especially a certain hotel I inherited. They’ve even held court cases without me! They’re so desperate to keep the story from leaking that they’ve got government officials protecting the scheme.
Why I’m Still Smiling
People ask me all the time, "Jarsah, how are you so happy? How are you not bitter after all this?"
Listen, I refuse to let them steal my joy. I’ve got God, I’ve got peace, and I’ve got a lot of love in me. In the past, they tapped my phones, computer, they can hire the actors, and they can cash in life insurance policies in my name (which is a whole other story for another day), but they can’t touch my spirit.
This is only 1% of the story. I’m still debating if the world is ready for the other 99%. But for now, just know that if you see "me" robbing a hotel or running a land oil field in Ghana... check the outfit. If it’s not as questionable as what I’m wearing right now, it’s probably the doppelganger.
Stay peaceful, stay true to yourself, and for heaven's sake, it's important to protect your peach!
Should I dive into the details of how my "Australian Investments" fit into this, or should we talk about that retired cop's role next?
Or should I speak on how they got married in my name to steal from me?
I could also speak on how they cashed out a life insurance policy on me while I was alive, with the help of the judge.
These people are so jealous of the hotel i inherited, among other stuff in Australia, which they tried to steal. They also pissed that supposedly incompetent me had identity theft monitoring, but it saved me. Im still here, God's not done with me yet.😘Sadly, I would have shared.
