Daily Inspiration: Meet Brooke Mooneyhan

Today we’d like to introduce you to Brooke Mooneyhan.

Hi Brooke, we’d love for you to start by introducing yourself.
I started writing Erotic writings for money originally on Xbox after finding my husband was cheating on me with a girl on his Xbox. I decided to make his dreams of being a streamer on Xbox and make them my reality out of spite. I was very good at talking and telling fantasy fiction stories based on a few questions. My marriage was already in shambles, my health was an issue, and my long hours at work were strenuous.

All your normal issues until it wasn’t. I met someone shortly after my husband moved out. Someone that spent time listening to my concerns and was broken like myself. Almost two years have passed and I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I made poor uneducated decisions which I regret, but have learned from them. You can not find love on a dating app like you could in earlier years. I met my husband on POF.

You can not find love on Xbox and I hope my ex-husband can realize that as well. My love on Xbox was from Louisiana and it started as a caretaking role until it was not. This gentleman spent six months driving me to work and back after seizures, helping me cook dinner and wash laundry, and all while he was having withdrawal from pills among other things, but he never raised his voice and showed patience.

Something my ex-husband could not accomplish. After six months of him being on the right path, we believed since Covid was hitting it would be wise to move to Louisiana. As my four jobs were going to cut hours or end programs, my health would possibly improve with warmer weather, and the family’s mental health would improve leaving the home where so many lies, arguing, and mental abuse from my ex took place.

Louisiana at first was hard, eventually, though, things started to look up. The streets became kinder instead of brutal. We became established with work, got the children into a great daycare, and then the unexpected happened. I had a car accident just months after getting back into driving after six months of being seizure-free. My only means of transport to work would be put in the shop for over 3 months we struggled with no income.

Taking my medical marijuana I needed to prevent future seizures and portioning it out into edibles to last me longer. Eventually, my medicine ran out and I was not able to drive back to my home state, so my roommate did the unthinkable he found weed. Weed that I thought would be as beneficial for me as the medical marijuana I was dead wrong. Even though it smelled like weed tasted like a weed and burned like a weed.

It was not medically the right kind of weed that had saved my life, and this week came at a great price for not only me, my family, and my friends. I ended up in the hospital, during that time my children were young so I called my ex-in-laws who came to gather my things, and the children to move us home.

However, they had another agenda even though my ex-husband’s mom knew that her son left us for another woman, refused to help financially pay for his truck, my car, and our house, and I was doing the best I could to feed the kids, love them, and care for them. They tricked me in the hospital still almost delirious into giving them a temporary guardian ship, for the weekend, and they would return Monday to take me home just two days after the kids.

They never showed. I had to spend two long weeks for my mother to get out of quarantine and pick me up with the last pieces of my life that were so independent. I came home and took to the courts to help something they regrettably were not in my favor. I had times I wanted to give up, but I thought to myself what was I good at. Telling stories, spreading kindness and love, being taken advantage of, building resumes, putting in applications, computers, writing, what was it I was good at?

The answer to everything that is involved in Helping Other People Everyday. I was employed with a temp agency and when the court kicked a girl who was already down, I decided to try to work as much as I could learning about the way systems worked. I’ve done constructions, forklift driving, customer service, hospital scheduling, telecommunications, personal care, and much more.

I would go to the very high targeting areas from the website I created telling stories on Xbox. First, it was Memphis, I was placed in a security job called Phelps security and upon arrival, the first person to be my friend was a young man. Less than 24 hours I found out he was a pimp. I quit the job and left the area under the realization those locations on my website www.mcandrewslove.weebly.com were not one way.

The geolocation hits were from criminals, politicians, corporations, and much more. I would go to Missouri and use my computer skills to build a town’s infrastructure system for the mayor (my uncle) and I realized I was great at this very thing. Why did I not see that this was my true calling? Collecting, researching, and building. I have for over a year now seen what the streets were like, suburbia hell was like, and what the poor life of a trailer park child was like.

I now had a feel for the political side of life and I was scary good at making people not neglect the dying town any further. They bowed down to my duns numbers, hours of writing letters, and listening to the fact they could not neglect the town’s fellowship people by denying them the town’s CARES ACT RELIEF money. This also made me an enemy of their egotistical power struggles.

In a short six months, the town was mapped and coded and put into a computer system to electronically keep up with costs, deposits, and much more. I found out the Mayor my very uncle was stealing money when I was gone training for my operator certifications and I worked so hard for him the mayor to try to break the town after I had gone weeks at times without a steady paycheck just to try to help not bankrupt the town.

I had maintained the proof via recording which let my mother wish me to die shortly after. I would soon go back to work for the temp agency People ready. I learned their systems were not favorable for single women. The hours were little, hard-working, and sometimes in questionable locations. For instance, I worked in Nashville in the long hours of the sun with addicts, ex-prostitutes, and young uneducated, or foreign residents.

Many of which I interviewed and some even stole from me or wished me harm, but I stood strong. I WANT TO HELP PEOPLE. Starting with Myself for once. I have been interviewing and meeting people on the streets who eventually turned into millionaires. I was able to write erotica for Jared Easley the founder of the podcast movement, and have drinks with Josh Cary the Host of Hidden Entrepreneurs show, and Drug lords.

I do not hear to tell anyone particular persons story from my experiences I promise, but I am here to tell you how my years of opera singing, ability to write and journalize, kindness, strength, resiliency, and brains kept me from submitting fully to this broken system. I refused to be labeled as an addict without hearing my side first. I was an erotica writer and refuse to be labeled a prostitute without understanding I do not have sex for money but for pure enjoyment, and I refused to be labeled a failure as today’s failure is the future’s success.

For every no, there is a yes waiting. I have collected data and enough data to know corporations and people being involved in trafficking in our back doors right here in the US. Therefore, I am working on using my network to build a safe haven for young entrepreneurs and women to help get licensed, find a job they are good at and have a safe place to tell their stories. This is not just a dream it is a process and sometimes everyone makes mistakes, however, what happens after taking part in a process is what comes from it after.

I don’t want to give up and say my roommate joining a gang just to get me to weed for my health is my fault, I don’t want to give up and say just because my husband left me I will never be loved or married again, I do not want to give up because the courts saw me as weak or unfit during an extraneous circumstance, I do not want to give up on helping Melanie the prostitute that stole my car that I met in Memphis while working one of those people ready construction jobs.

I do not want to give up on stopping sex trafficking, and most of all I do not want to give up. What I do want to do is continue data mining, finding weak points in the systems, and building a company that can be safe for the public, women, and people struggling every day in the streets. A platform that allows blogging, building businesses, podcasting, making music, and networking all in one place. I for very little money would help women, men, and children in any way possible.

Build a city or a person I am here with you for you. I moved from making erotica for money on Xbox to building resumes for gangsters, from building infrastructure systems in Missouri to interviewing millionaires in Nashville, and from writing on a website to writing for a magazine article. Things I never imagined would happen. Things I have only dreamed of. There were trials and tribulations and I feel my being alive was proof that this too shall pass. No vehicle, No job, No way was never an excuse for me.

I was going to spread LOVE, JOY, KINDNESS, and HOPE to others. The first step was certifying, gathering, researching, and the second step was doing and building a company. The third step is finding investors that believe everyone deserves a chance and Technology is a valuable asset. I am currently working on step two although money is running thin I believe this Shall PASS. With time I will find the right way to save lives from the streets to the big bosses under scrutiny by the public eye.

I am using data mining, cyber security, marketing, sales, and communication to build a better future and kinder future for those that need a work-from-home job or want to learn to start their own business. I participate in zoom calls twice a week with the Legalshield and IDshield crew that wants to help the public with a prepaid services and I too want to start an app and website that can help bring all tools of JOYFULTECH to an app.

Also to support my tech company by helping other women build their companies from home is the Nashville Ladies Club. A once a month meeting of getting together and building connections with new faces in Nashville, TN. One of the most memorable places on my journeys so far. Who knows maybe My message of helping people can be spread into a nonprofit to stop sex trafficking and lead to a whole organization in cybersecurity against real crime.

I would like ideally for JOYFULTECH to be the center of multi-billion dollar security, tech, and a kid-friendly world for ideally less than $50 a month to the public. They can get help with signing up for an insurance license, building a blog, writing a song, find a lawyer, protecting their credit and identity, and best of all networking to build their companies.

A lot has to change little by little and things could get awkward when asked what did I do when I was poor in the lion’s dens. However, someone has to do it, and Why not someone that turns every negative into a positive? Trust in the process and believe in yourself!!!

Can you talk to us a bit about the challenges and lessons you’ve learned along the way? Looking back would you say it’s been easy or smooth in retrospect?
This road I have been on has not been smooth by any means. I lost my first child due to ectopic pregnancy and endometriosis, but that did not stop me from being a mother. From struggling artists and interviewing for talent agencies to working in a prison as a security guard and being stalked. I know the most that have come from my experience is bad and I do not blame anyone for my mistakes but myself.

I do hold resentment, but what I want others to understand is in telling you these details in full you can make me look like a villain or a hero, and that won’t change my heart. I believe everyone deserves a chance to change, I want to make a community where people can speak freely about being slaved by the trials and tribulations of life. I was raised poorly by a mother that was not kind and felt like she was owed for being poor and raising kids to a father that was in prison, drugs, and gangs.

I remained quiet and felt like I was in a coma for most of my life. I witnessed my dad threatening my principal when I was in elementary school for children bullying me for dressing differently and being smart. I was used and abused for my mind, body, and soul. This does not make me detour away from the fact others deserve the chance to learn, grow, and change.

I remember feeding my goldfish crackers in our trailer and killing them all because I was too poor for goldfish food. The silly things kids do to try to save something that in the end costs them everything. I tried to save a Louisiana boy from being abused by the streets and lost my family, then fell victim to human consumption. I tried to save a prostitute from her life and was robbed of all belongings and forms of travel.

I witnessed the dangers of what cheating, lying, and drugs can do and fell into their same feeble circumstances. I have volunteered to clean up for tornados in high school and lost my father brother and stepmother to a tornado in Louisville, MS. I do not blame the universe or God for taking my protector from me. I was adopted by a white man in 2014 and his father tried to rape me when I was merely 15 I do not blame my adopted dad for that.

However, I did struggle greatly with great love comes great depression, with great steps forward comes great failures, and with great positivity comes great negativity. This is the negativity and challenges I have overcome or yet to overcome.

Living this life I have seen lots of people that turned their lives around and lots of people that did not. I watched recently my uncle and cousin OD on fentanyl pills, even after a family member lost his life just months prior. I struggle daily to not fall victim to pills myself as it is easily distributed in the streets. The same streets I find myself trying to help people out of and yet I am still stationed at.

My father fell victim to these same streets more than 30 years ago. Am I foolish trying to show people that even from the streets you can help people? The answer is NO, everyone deserves a chance. I was in Louisiana and fell empty to lust, I was in Memphis and fell victim to sex trafficking and gangs, and I was in Nashville and fell in love with businesses that practiced terrible labor practices.

I had only fans to buy groceries after the divorce and the car accident. This led to much footwork on my website which had over a year’s worth of written erotica with viewers all over the world. However, I had been put in the eyes of the wrong kind of attraction and the Law of attraction had me in the eyes of some scary people. I was still determined to even turn this bad publicity into a good thing.

I remained silent for over a year, I must be better with it now being 2022. The case studies I studied on the ground the networking, IP collecting, and interviewing. I fell victim to drugs, violence, and abuse. I still want to help others despite that. We should recognize what I am about to tell you objectively as seen.

Everyone is a culprit and no one will admit it, but I will admit mine as follows:

• I have neglected my husband’s needs during marriage because I worked 4 jobs and cared more about our children’s well-being than my own for my husband’s. This led to his infidelity.
• I have neglected my roommate’s cries for help because of my own selfishness. He was an ex-drug addict and he brought me weed when there was none. This led to him and his girlfriend violating the law and joining a gang.
• I have neglected my duties as a parent by engaging in trying to continue to help others when I could not even help myself.
• I made sacrifices of my mental state, physical state, and soul by trying to put food on the table when there was no money.
• I wanted to help not hurt my family, but everything I did had a ripple effect.

The move away from Arkansas in hopes of a less abusive life caused me to lose everything I owned including my own children. Moving back to Arkansas has made me realize I was strong. I can put the pieces together and will. Just like a piece of music I am still putting the beats and data together with the words and messages to come. I have overcome my father’s passing and forgiven God for taking my family from me in 2014.

I have overcome addiction myself by watching others fall victim, I have overcome greed by living a simple life myself, and most of all I have overcome hatred by putting myself in others’ shoes. I struggle every day in wondering why did it have to be me to sacrifice my life to help others. When if in fact, many others did the same we would all lift each other up equally.

I of all people should know my words do not strike you as a simple-minded soul because even if you can not grasp the concept that I gave my shirt off my back to help many, you can grasp the concept of loving someone starts with loving yourself. I still love myself despite my bad decisions. I am sorry for all the troubles I have caused and the many truths behind the truth have meaning. If you do not believe me just listen:

I have not been one to be able to steal or cheat or lie easily. That does not come to me naturally as it did in my family before me. I wear a heavy burden on my shoulders to make sure I do not become my father the Italian muscle from my childhood or my mother the strung-out addict that did not love her children because she could not love herself, the alcoholic that could not communicate with his family due to improper education, or the extreme gambler of a grandmother that was greedy to the soul.

I fell victim to selling too much of my mind, body, and soul to survive. I still have many things to teach others. Many people make mistakes and that does not mean a failure as you can start over at any time. Each time with less and less than before and still build something far greater than those ancestors before you that is the whole point of a free world. Those mistakes do not go unpunished though.

However, the law does not protect every single victim it is only decided by the evidence. Evidence of corruption, abuse, and trafficking that I had not released because who was I to decide who was guilty and who is only guilty by ill circumstances. Yes, people robbed me, beat me, rapped me, and forced me to participate in actions I do not agree with. That does not mean I will judge illy or look and be biased nor does it mean I will not form an opinion every now and then.

The biggest obstacle I struggle with daily is human error, human emotions, and human sin. I have had lung issues since I was little, I have had schools that did not know what to do with me because I was bored and smart, I have had my fair share of drugs and rape, and most of all I have had my fair share of struggles. I learned how to build a birdhouse, how to data-mine, how to build a website, how to obtain an insurance-producing license, how to sell phones, how to offer a great smile and compliment, and most of all I have learned how to help others.

You can lead a cow to water but can not force it to drink. You can take a parched cow to water and it drinks the whole bucket. Or you can take a wise cow turn it out to the pasture and watch it drink on its own time and time again. The parched cows are the abusers in the streets, the cow that won’t drink is the victim in chains with no will to live, and the free cow is the one that continues on despite abuse, death, natural disasters, and failures.

That cow will be the best in the show. Not because it’s pretty, not because it’s thin, not because she is smart, not because she is resilient, but because she is patient, wise, kind, and repetitively drinking from the water but leaving more for others. She is the one you want to take the time to get to know more about because she leaves room for others to grow as well as she takes her time to grow herself.

I could go on about the struggles of living a week in a prostitute’s shoes before getting my car stolen, or the struggles of an addict, or the struggles of a millionaire, and the struggles of a washed-up news broadcaster. But I will leave that for you to read more about in upcoming events. Please join me in a moment of silence for the months to come as this becomes public knowledge.

As you know, we’re big fans of you and your work. For our readers who might not be as familiar what can you tell them about what you do?
I have a broad amount of work and skills: (Helping Other People Everyday)

I sing opera and have been building a new skill set to record, mix, and put storytelling/coding into music.
I do the same with my writings there is 99% of the time an underlying story between the lines. I am most proud of the computer skills I have gained and am yet to gain to make this a reality. I specialize in data mining, investigative journalism, and remaining kind to others.

I am most proud of being able to talk about this constant uphill battle and the strains it caused myself and others, and every day overcoming my yesterday self. What sets me apart from others is the skills I have collected from the broad environments I have been subject to, from survival to being pampered. From carpeting with dad to marketing/sales on the streets. From data mining and forums to licenses and documents. I work hard and will continue to do so even if that means selling my soul to save lives.

I enjoy bringing people together. I specialize in learning and gaining knowledge from others. My work is more than just collecting data and writing a story. I want to lead the fight against cybercrimes, sex trafficking, and gang violence. I want to spread my message of love through my website, networks, and stories. I have obtained licenses and certifications to help others.

With the right amount of funding and publicity, I could train others to do the same, be kind, rewind, build up, and learn. Stop sex trafficking with many women speaking out openly without repercussions by telling their stories on a safe network, podcast, or website, where they can remain anonymous while a tech team analyses and investigates the stories.

I want this to be a creative network in nature but a data-filled one at that. Publicly broadcasted in music, writing, podcasting, and much more. Bring Women together, business entrepreneurs together, and build jobs for the public all from their computers and apps. Everyone can gain from a business that protects victims.

If ever globalized it could be a program to train victims into informants and criminals into law-abiding citizens. Take the food to the people and they too shall eat.

Are there any important lessons you’ve learned that you can share with us?
I have learned that everyone has a story that should be told and most importantly we should listen to them. Not just my story but all those that wear near and far, all those that were victimized or criminalized, it is important to listen before judging.

We as humans have a sense of duty to learn patience, kindness, and love on our journeys through rough times. Love yourself and others as equals even if they do not show you the same.

Pricing:

• $25 a month for coaching and networking your business with the Nashville Ladies club
• $25 a month for prepaid legal services
• $15 a month for ID shield services
• $50-150 for a personally written erotica

Contact Info:

• Email: [email protected]
• Website: www.mcandrewslove.weebly.com
• Instagram: https://instagram.com/gypsy.joy.921
• Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brookybyers
• Twitter: https://twitter.com/BrookyByers
• Youtube: https://youtube.com/user/brookyfowler
• SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/bK4CBJHRBudionB48
• Other: bmbrookemooneyhan.wearelegalshield.com

Image Credits
John Lee Dumas and Jared Easley