Nicole Minét
@mouvement33 • 35,708 subscribers
⧋ Secret societies aesthete. ⧊ Granddaughter/Niece of 33° Freemasons. Trojan. Polysyllabic overachiever. Sacred Geometry. Polymathematician. I see patterns. ⧍
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I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.
Nicole Minét407,633 Aufrufe • vor 25 Tagen
This is Epstein survivor and Trump's "ex-girlfriend" Anouska De Georgiou. She is a British woman who was groomed and raped by Epstein as a teen. In 1997, Ghislaine Maxwell gave 20yo Anouska to 51yo Trump who immediately moved her into one of his apartments and publicly introduced her as his new girlfriend.
Nicole Minét620,880 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat
But Obama is the bad guy. Yeah. The logical one is the sociopath who superglued gold-plated decorations from Home Depot all over the Oval Office to make it look the gayest it has ever looked. It looks like Temu Liberace decorated it, for fuck's sake. You know, the guy who loves to sing YMCA? That guy. The guy that's talking about men being gorgeous and muscular and strong and powerful...that guy is the alpha male compared to Obama? Your own leaders told you to fear the scary black guy and dude did nothing to you. You were told Obama would take your guns, and he never did. They told you he was born in Kenya, and you believed them...despite the black man releasing his birth certificate to counter a fucking lie, and that still wasn't enough for you. It will never be enough. How can you believe anything your party tells you after a decade of this MAGA shit that was, and still is, a cult based on LIES? You guys were targeted in GamerGate with misogynistic propaganda to foment HATE. Bannon was part of that. Epstein was part of that. Racists were targeted. You guys were created. Christians were targeted. Not by Democrats. By the Republican Party. Obama didn't do shit to you. Your own party has taken more from you than any democratic president ever could. The problem is in your own house, and you've damned the rest of us to suffer the consequences of your horrific decision with you. So get your heads out of each other's asses, and focus on the one who is actually in power right now. The black guy is bad routine just isn't landing like it used to.
Nicole Minét75,144 Aufrufe • vor 24 Tagen
⚡️In the files, Epstein emailed scientists who studied prions. Ritual cannibalism historically caused outbreaks of Kuru, a fatal neurodegenerative brain disorder caused by misshapen infectious proteins called prions. Why did he want to know about prions? Because the Epstein class are also cannibals. Cannibalism itself is not explicitly illegal at the federal level in the United States, with Idaho being the only state that has a specific law banning the act. While we do have laws around killing people and mishandling their bodies, we do not have any laws restricting cannibalism in 49 states.
Nicole Minét21,776 Aufrufe • vor 21 Tagen
The Pratts literally exploited the fact that their house burned down for clout, money, and power. They were bankrupt and unable to afford their mortgage before it burned down. He says it himself. They were crying and regretting spending all their money on Heidi's failed music career 15 years before the fire. Stop making stupid people famous for being stupid. And stop electing grifters to public office.
Nicole Minét55,651 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten
This was posted on Instagram on December 26, 2025, by a former judge for Trump's pageants. He claims the smoking gun is Miss Teen USA and Miss USA...and to begin going down this rabbit hole by talking to host Billy Bush. If there are things Billy knows about Trump that put him in jeopardy...well, then Dubya's silence on Trump starts to make perfect sense.
Nicole Minét22,566 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat
🧵🚨 Neighbors of data centers are sounding the alarm. People living close to these massive facilities are reporting a cluster of troubling symptoms: persistent headaches, dizziness, vertigo, nausea, insomnia, tinnitus, ear pain, anxiety, and elevated blood pressure. Many describe a constant low-frequency hum or vibration that penetrates walls and windows, even at night—like an idling jet engine that never stops.
Nicole Minét24,362 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat
This is Epstein's March 17, 2010 deposition. He is being asked about his relationship with Trump. He ends up pleading the 5th, 6th, and 14th amendments as to why he would not answer. Now ask yourself this...why was the world's most prolific pedophile being questioned about Trump in a deposition about sex-trafficking minors? Occam's Razor strikes again.
Nicole Minet39,731 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten
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