Louis De Barraicua | California. Governor Candidate Shows the Reality of California based on a real story based deep research

May 18, 2026: 9:05 am

I met Sandy on an online dating app - Hinge. I had been trying online datings since 2019. I thought it would be more of a fun experience to get to know people, but it wasn’t the way I thought it would be. I thought it would be like high school where you’d meet and talk to someone to see if any synchronization occurs in a fun way, but dating felt more like a job interview, like the women had to figure out how to survive rather than fall in love, like I did back in 2002 when I met the the kids’ mother. Their mother was a stung-at-first-kind-of-situation - she put me in a spell. I even told God - “That’s the girl from the dream I had when I was seventeen years old. That’s almost Kim Basinger.” That was the story I had in my head from all those movies from the 80’s - I had been incepted by media, chasing a girl I barely knew whose beauty overwhelmed - “that’s the dream,” I said. And I followed it -- i took me seven months to get to know here before we first kissed - our first date, we spent everyday together, and we never spent time apart until the pressure…the pressure from the LAUSD. 

“That must’ve been terrible,” Sandy told me from Hinge.

“I love my kids. I love her. I had to give them space because of the mission I was going on.”

“What mission?” Sandy asked me. 

I paused, and couldn’t help but to marvel at the depth of her curiosity. She was doing the Fibonacci sequence on me - saying things like, casting spells with words - she was seeking true understanding - she was a master, maybe she didn’t even know about her gift - the depth of her curiosity cast an unconscious spell on me - I wanted to tell her more. I wanted to give her more details - I wanted to unburden myself of the truth. 

“I want to know everything,” she said. “What happened?” 

I told her about the woman from the portal who told me I was in a game.” 

“A Game?” 

“In the Future we find out,” I told her.

“Find out what?”

“That we’re in a literary simulation,” I told her. 

“How do you know?”  

“Because it was what I had suspected all along - we are being controlled by false information and being harvested like pigs by Wall Street.” 

“How do you know?”

“The lady told me that I was a bard,” I told her. 

“A bard?”

“She told me I had the 18-points of persuasion - meaning, I could convince anyone that truth is God, and that God is truth, and that God operates through a story that we’re in.” 

“You can?”

“Yes,” I said. “Reality is just physics,” I said. “Reality is Truth, but it is so hidden - I have created a story to figure out what is real and enter into a 3D space - the spatial web. That will be reality,” I said. 

“How are you going to do that?” she asked. 

“It’s awfully boring to talk about now,” I told her on our date. 

“We can talk about it later if you want,” she told me, as if she were some kind of spy…I couldn’t tell, honestly -- this date made me nervous - it was her looks, but I could feel the caramel inside of her - her sweetness - it was the first time I had met some real in Los Angeles. 

“So your archetype is a bard?” she asked me. 

“What are you?” 

“I’m a therapist for the elites. A bad girl who got her toes licked for three million dollars.” 

“Three million dollars?”

“Should I be ashamed?” 

“You must have some pretty nice toes,” I told her. 

“I never thought much about them.” 

“Either have I,” I told her. 

It was a strange sensation sitting with a woman like here; I couldn’t believe my luck. It was stupid. Unfair. Maybe even greedy of me; or maybe God thought I deserved to be in the presence of a woman bred in Montana, educated in New York City, and living in Los Angeles as the mother of a man she had met who was so wealthy she couldn’t ignore the opportunity. The Los Angeles Dystopia is real, and to survive it is a very real plot line. Sandy didn’t care that I didn’t have money. She had already seized her opportunity in Los Angeles - let’s some rich guy pay her for activity that would normally be criminal behavior - he sucked her toes dry for three full minutes where she allowed him to engage is the primal within him - she had the money in her account before it happened, and she had made the rules clear -- no biting or hurting her or touching other parts of her body - but it was the way he did it that fascinated her. She found his behavior so curious and innocent, it was like he had never experienced his true self before - and  he became sort of golom gimp in the middle of the transaction - fascinating, she said. “It was like that movie “Lost Highway,” she said. 

“What’s the craziest offer you’ve gotten?”

“One guy wanted to give me twenty million dollars to have sex with him in my office,” she said. 

“Oh, my,” I said. 

“They don’t care - they have so much. Most people do anything for money,” she laughed. 

“I wonder if I’ll ever get to see your toes,” I told her. 

“I’ll show them to you now, if you want,” she said. 

“I don’t want to be like that guy who gave you three million dollars,” I told her. “I want to look at your toes like they’re just toes,” I told her. 

“Not special, then?” 

“Oh, I didn’t say they were not special. I’m sure they are.” 

She smiled at me with buoyancy, “You’re almost too decent,” she said. “You know what it’s like to flirt?” 

“Flirt?” 

“Flirt with me,” she said. “You’re very serious.” 

“This is the first time we met,” I told her. “Also, I should warn you - I have no money.” 

“You don’t?”

“But I’m rich in personality,” I told her. 

She laughed. “I care about the way a guy talks, his mannerism -  his style,” she said.

“You didn’t mention good looks,” I said. She thought that was amusing, and she kidn of  paused and looked at me quietly. 

“Why do you want to be the Governor of California?” 

“There’s less than 50 people who control the word,” I said. “They’re eradicating freedom on Earth because of greed. My relationship with God is my relationship with freedom. No one is doing anything.”

“What else did the lady in the portal tell you?”