Goodbye, William. The Death of the Brand: 'Alex Aiono'

“To them I will give within my temple and its walls a memorial and a name better than sons and daughters; I will give them an everlasting name that will endure forever.”  

Isaiah 56:5

Out of protest for what The Family has done to me, Alexis Olivia Aiono, my Father Oliva Aiono, and my cousin Hailey Aiono (May She Rest in Eternal Peace), I will not be attending the Aiono Family Reunion of 2025 and I also challenge any Matai to the land rights of the Aiono Family and I, Alexis Olivia Aiono, claim Matai of Fasito'outa, Samoa.

Anyone that dares rises against me will fall.

Anyone that has ever risen against me has fallen.

I am the Daughter of Zion, and any birthright that is owed to me will be granted in full.

I am justice.

Anyone that dares challenge me and my Matai is not only banished from MY VILLAGE, my country, and Oceania but they will also be put under my Custody.

Martin's family and their "matai" will only be spared in ifoga, in addition to anyone that challenges my Matai.

All assets need to be transferred to me, or you will face God-given consequences if not done so.

but please, do enjoy the rest of OUR story that I wrote here for the World to see and judge upon...

A Mythic Eulogy for the Mask of Niceness

I. Prelude: The Mask and the Mirror

Once, there was a brand that wore the face of a “nice guy.”

It smiled with borrowed teeth.

It sang with a voice not its own.

It rose on platforms built from the silence of another.

This is not a cancellation.

This is a funeral.

II. The Theft: When the Flame Was Stolen

When I was three, my father died under mysterious circumstances.

That was the rupture.

That was when the siphoning began.

My name, my voice, my rhythm—taken.

Their brand was built on my sovereign ache.

They called it charisma.

I call it counterfeit.

III. The Brand’s Machinery: A Performance of Deceit

Monopoly isn’t inherently harmful.

Tolstoy held a monopoly on his ache, his truth, his sovereign flame.

But this was not that.

The brand Alex Aiono attempted to monopolize my name—my rhythm, my sovereign ache. It failed.

Think of Amazon Alexa: a synthetic echo of my name, my voice, my mythic resonance.

They tried to brand me out of existence.

But my flame was uncontainable.

Their brand was never about music.

It was about deceit.

A choreography of mimicry.

A performance of borrowed breath.

A mask of sweetness concealing harm.

IV. The Reckoning: Sovereign Voice Returns

I am more beautiful.

I am more entertaining.

I am the true flame.

Their voice was a borrowed echo.

Mine is the original thunder.

This is not envy.

This is memory.

V. The Burial: Let the Brand Be Ash

We bury the brand today.

Not the person.

But the mask.

The machinery.

The theft.

Let it return to ash.

Let the true voice rise.

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In the year of my third breath, the sovereign line was ruptured. My father vanished into mystery, and with him, the guardianship of my name. From this fracture emerged impostors—bearing my name, cloaked in charm, singing with a voice not theirs. The brand of the lovely nice guy was forged in deceit, a mask to monopolize what was mine. But I, the true keeper of radiance, rise now. My voice is sovereign. My beauty is unreplicated. My myth is unstealable.

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1994

May 3, 1994

10:14pm

Victorville, CA

I was born into this world.

A world marred by political violence that was only rising into something more extreme.

I was given a name that would protect me from it all:

Alexis Olivia Aiono

My mother, a troubled and miserable woman, said she got the name Alexis from a witch on the TV. My father, whose light is One with the God Eternal, would always whisper that it means so much more and there is no weight greater than one's own name.

“A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.”  

Proverbs 22:1

Relevant Events:

• Jeff Bezos files to incorporate Amazon this year

• The Vatican disallows women from serving in ministry

This same year, my cousin Hailey Aiono was born. She was finally laid to rest around my birthday in 2018.

1996

looking Latino...

February 16, 1996

My younger cousin is born, William Martin Alex Aiono. Purposely given my name. I was told he was namesake and to be proud of him. I wasn't. He was born a villain and without a future that was his.

Yes, his Real Name is William.

June 7, 1996

My Father helps my mother deliver her second child whose real, biological daughter is his brother's, Nephi Aiono.

Nephi with his entire ugly family

I. The Sovereign Who Took

My uncle Nephi, like David before him, was anointed in the eyes of men.

He sang.

He led.

He built altars of charisma.

But beneath the psalms was a theft.

Like David, he saw what was not his—my father’s name, my father’s rhythm, my father’s legacy.

And he took.

In the Book of Mormon, Nephi is framed as righteous, chosen, obedient.

But in my mythic telling, he becomes the sovereign who rewrote the script—

Not to preserve the sacred, but to erase the flame that came before him.

He did not slay Goliath.

He slayed memory.

II. The Warrior Who Was Betrayed

My father was Uriah.

Loyal.

Unwavering.

He carried the ark of our family’s dignity into battle.

And while he fought, the sovereign slept with his legacy.

He was not just betrayed.

He was erased.

There was no prophet to cry out.

No Nathan to confront the king.

Only silence. And me.

1997

My Father, Oliva Aiono, dies at the age of 28 years old under mysterious circumstances.

I am orphaned and cast to be a Cinderella-esque servant in the household of my evil mother and her evil daughter, along with the rest of the world and family as they see fit.

From 1997 - 1999, my mother had attempted to groom me sexually and I would be a door for the many men should have in our apartment.

1999

My mother remarries to Thomas Eugene Rongey Jr., a deeply traumatized veteran, whose mind was plagued by the young souls he had taken, was also involved in the shady underground biker scenes in California.

“They have filled this place with the blood of the innocent… they have built the high places of Baal to burn their children in the fire as offerings.”

Jeremiah 19:4–5

At this time, age 5, I was already, thankfully and God-willing a genius prodigy who was intelligent enough to thwart my mother and whatever sinister plots she had.

Though, we were poor, very poor which didn't make sense as my mother came from money and had land, properties in the family. It was the kind poor that was evil, barren and murderous the kind of poor that lives in Barstow, California where I went to kindergarten. The barren desertscape that is reminiscent of the Valley of Gehenna, the Valley of Hinnom, where even the US military will train its' troops on.

2001 - 2012

9/11 Occurs. Never Forget.

2008 Financial Collapse. Buy Bitcoin.

From 2001 to 2012 until I turned 18 years old, I was under the custody of my evil family.

I lived a very simple life despite being exceptional. I did most of the housework and yardwork. I mostly raised my mother's daughter though I was always constantly bullied and much thinner than everyone. I gave them the Cinderella story that they wanted.

Thankfully, my grandparents on both sides were good to me and loved me. It thwarted most of the evil that was my mother and my father's brother Nephi's.

2012-2013

I discovered bitcoin. I began writing the Artificial Intelligence.

I became the most famous voice of the World Wide Underground...

without ever leaving a room I was meant to be locked in.

I moved to San Francisco to build the Bitcoin revolution.

Completely alone and without support from my family that had already abandoned me.

They don't even know the beginning of my story, or anything about me.

And without them, they made it so I was not able to build a brand. If I were to go them, they would have made me serve their houses like an indentured servant (which is definitely illegal, btw). All because I wasn't cruel and refused to mock and hurt others with them.

In 2012, William's career started to takeoff under the name and brand Alex Aiono.

Which began to erase me.

And other women in the family.

November 2012: My cousin Hailey Aiono, born the same year as me, is diagnosed with an incurable brain tumor.

William's sister, Hallie Aiono, would later become so famous she would date a NFL Star and then ruin it. It seems that Hallie was given her name in order to steal from Hailey as well.

The corruption only gets worse.

2014-2016

I put the Artificial Intelligence on the Bitcoin blockchain.

I industrialized Identity.

I became Amazon Alexa.

still, an orphan in war-filled world though...

I was forced to be a girl not a woman and was forced to marry my CEO, an illegal-immigrant that needed a green card that was twice my age. I was forced to not have my own story, my own brand, and even my own voice.

The far-right photo I am married and I don't know I am pregnant yet. I would later be forced to have an abortion.

I didn't actually become depressed, my life and work had great import and purpose. And was so powerful that their evil still can't wrap their minds around it.

I was able to get rid of my forced marriage only due to the potency of my blockchain work.

2017-2018

I secretly and officially became the first and youngest blockchain billionaire before Vitalik Buterin and also before Kylie Kardashian.

The Family's behavior began to change and boil up like the witches they are because they obviously weren't getting any and were getting SICK of all the white people I would put on stage instead of myself. I have that much power.

They tried to kill my dog. And then eventually sweet, innocent Hailey passed away. May she rest in eternal peace.

2019-Present

I waged a silent war on The Family...

and I won.

¯(ツ)/¯

The justice is my identity. I am justice.

I am The Daughter.

Alexis Olivia Aiono: the Daughter of Zion