We founded Lie Alonso Dynasty in 2020.
Then the $camdemic hit.
Locked down in London—Queen’s HQ, heart of the Matrix—Cops on horseback telling us to mask up.
The masses, spellbound by screens and billboards, lining up for injections like cattle.
A manufactured global psychosis disguised as a public health crisis.
Rather than blindly following orders and institutionalised propaganda,
we questioned everything.
We changed our words, thoughts, and habits.
We rewired false programs and sought Truth.
We forged a path of self-realisation—
we dared to change the script.
We studied. Healed. Unlearned.
Detoxed our bodies, minds, and spirits.
While the world called us dangerous,
we were cultivating consciousness.
Discipline. Discernment. Devotion.
They called us conspiracy theorists,
grandma killers, a threat to democracy—
villains cast by the media machine for daring to question the script.
We were just paying attention.
Society paraded around as if health could be injected, as if blind obedience were virtue.
While noncompliance made you a threat—
little did they know, the only thing we were a threat to was the actual $ystem.
Those who didn’t join the trend were actively excluded.
Even gatherings became vaccine fashion shows—
“Pfizer or Moderna?” Like it was Gucci or Prada.
Say you’re not taking it—and suddenly, you’re the headline villain,
as scripted by the Masonic Tel-a-vision.
The masses conformed and signalled virtue, proudly declaring what “responsible citizens” they were—
all while indulging the very habits that disconnect body, mind, and soul: processed food, pharmaceuticals, artificial lives.
A lifestyle marked by lack of coherence, commitment, and purpose—a numbed-out existence devoid of meaning, masked by performative routines and dopamine distractions.
A life driven by fear, sustained by disconnection—rooted in lack of faith, and the belief in lack.
We saw through it:
$cientism is the new religion.
And we became the resistance.
Artificial foods. Artificial news. Artificial care.
Artificial people. Artificial everything.
Disconnected humans following hollyweird,
$ell-ebrities, and puppet politicians—
Telling you to fear the sun, the breath, the seasons.
While shutting down lives, businesses, travel, censoring the truth, and selling poison in needles.
So we unplugged.
We didn’t chase likes. We chased truth.
We didn’t follow trends. We forged vision.
We didn’t go viral. We went inward.
While the world rushed to monetise,
we built something far rarer:
An ecosystem.
Architecture. Urban rhythm. Furniture. Light.
Fine Arts & Culture. A wholistic vision.
Aviation. The Ancient Future. 𓆃
A visual language. A living blueprint.
A way of Being.
Our work may speak the language of luxury—
but the path was forged in silence, sacrifice,
and sovereign remembrance.
We weren’t born into fortune.
We were tempered in fire.
Not from capital, but from codes.
Not from inheritance, but from memory.
What you see is refinement—but what shaped
it was devotion, discipline, and divine fire.
We remember a deeper prosperity:
soulful, ancestral, enduring.
In service to the Supreme.
In honour of our lineage.
In alignment with inner value—
depth over display.
And a life measured not by what we have,
but by who we choose to become.
Through this journey, we had doubts. Often.
There were moments of stillness so loud they echoed with uncertainty—
moments we questioned everything we had chosen to walk away from:
status, security, societal approval.
Still, we couldn’t go back.
Not to the tyranny of normality.
Not to the scripted lives of compliance and comfort.
Instead, we had to embrace the mystery, the dark, the uknown.
The depths kept calling us forward. 𓆃
And in those depths, we were tested.
Offered everything the world deems valuable—
money, scale, fame.
But once awakened we had foresight & discernment to know:
these rewards came tied to strings that chain the soul.
Compromise. Distortion. Conformity.
So we chose differently.
We chose slowness over speed. Silence over noise.
Time with Nature over time in the system.
We descended into truth so we could rise in vision
—to zoom out with clarity,
and actualise the Ultimate. 𓆃
Because while this may present itself as a brand—
it is far more than strategy or design.
It is a living vow. A mission etched across timelines, now taking form in our hands.
It is soul, encoded. Lineage, remembered.
A vessel for the values we refused to abandon,
and the future we've vowed to build.
And now—five years later—
we open our company in Brazil.
Not as a commercial expansion.
But as a homecoming.
A sovereign root system. A portal to anchor the vision we’ve carried through fire and silence—
The Creative Oasis.
We are ready to build what took years of inner refinement to conceive:
a sovereign sanctuary. A world apart.
The Creative Oasis is our antithesis to the UN’s 15-minute “Smart Cities”—
those sterilised surveillance grids being pushed globally dressed in green.
Because we know what’s coming:
More lockdowns. More control.
More chemicals sold as cure.
More programmes disguised as progress.
Will you comply again?
We won’t.
We will not be muzzled. We will keep speaking up.
Because Truth shall set us free—
and the Truth always prevails.
—Truth to Prosperity • Free Humanity
The Creative Oasis is for the Real Ones.
The ones who still feel. Still question. Still remember.
The ones who won’t be scanned, tracked, or programmed.
The ones who choose Truth over trend,
Virtue over validation, Vitality over convenience.
The ones committed to building the Ultimate Reality. 𓂀
Here, we gather the Warriors of Earth.
We learn. We create. We Ascend. 𓆃
Not into false comfort—
But into transcendental, soulful, wholistic living.
True beauty. Deep remembrance. Fierce integrity.
While they sell scarcity and artificiality,
we live in Nature’s opulence.
And discover the fine art of being human again—
W•holy. Embodied. Attuned.
Ungovernable. Incorruptible. Free.
This is the birth of the true New Golden Era.
Not their Great Reset—Our Great Awakening.
A Vision of Divine Living.
The Kingdom of the Ancient Future 𓆃
The Higher Realms on Earth.
And this—
This is just the beginning.
Because Vision Creates Future.
𓂀
Year Five. Brazil. Let’s build.
Here's to the Wild, the Divine, the Free.
