My Thoughts on the Diddy Verdict
I knew Sean "Diddy" Combs. I knew his mother well. And I know why the prosecution fumbled the trial so badly.
Yesterday, July 2, Sean “Diddy” Combs was convicted of prostitution-related offenses but acquitted of sex trafficking and racketeering charges that could have put him behind bars for the rest of his life.
Listen: I’m not a reporter. My wife Debbie and I run the School of Sacred Knowledge. I hear thoughts from the higher energies explaining the metaphysical truths of what we do in our physical world.
This is my brief, metaphysical explanation of what Diddy and others like him are all about.
I believe people in physical body form are dumber than Earth. At least Earth is the substance that’s needed so new life can grow. New life that is not bound by any Sky God, nor kingdom where people provide what’s needed, which is authoritarian rule. To allow the takers and the grifters to profit at everyone’s expense, including their own.
If you live in a world where you need gates and locks, you are not free. You are locked in a system that is not serving everybody. If we learned how to feed people and give them a reason to live, we wouldn’t need all these archaic, unequal, and insane laws.
Diddy is nothing but an example of someone who believes he is king, and he invites you into his kingdom. And because the media likes to perpetuate wrong behavior, he gets into the newspapers, and each day, he becomes a bigger gorilla in the mist — where he pounds his body even harder saying, Look at me.
And the world says, How great are thee.
Is Sean “Diddy” Combs guilty of prostitution?
Yes.
Did he have those parties, the notorious “freak offs”?
Yes.
Is he the only one?
No.
In the end, the prosecution forgot the rules required for racketeering or sex trafficking to apply. The defense argued, and rightly so, that those charges didn’t match the evidence.
Racketeering means there’s an organization.
Diddy had no organization. Diddy is Diddy.
Again: he acted like a king.
Everyone in his world was part of his court.
What he did — and whatever money he made doing it — that was part of the aura.
But they couldn’t prove he profited the way a whorehouse owner profits.
Did he economically benefit by letting people get their rocks off at his parties?
Yeah, he did.
But not in a way that this jury could convict him for racketeering.
It’s another case of zealous prosecutors trying to make careers by taking people down — without having the case to back it up.
Instead of being practical and logical.
And I say all this knowing Diddy personally.
Or at least back when he was Puff Daddy.
Let me tell you how.
I met Diddy when I was working on the “Street Fighter” soundtrack in 1994.
Years later, some of Diddy’s people wanted to release Khia’s “My Neck, My Back (Lick It.)”
You know that incredibly raunchy hit.
But Gary Jenkins wouldn’t give it up — because in Diddy’s world, Diddy gets the credit.
I protected Gary from Sean’s psychic, verbal, and threatened physical abuse.
I put the record out independently, made a deal with Artemis, and broke the single.
I even knew Diddy’s mother.
I once sat with her at a party for Milton Berle.
She knew Aaron Tonken — the guy who went to jail for fraud and got tied up with Stan Lee Media, where I was working.
That’s all in my 2009 book, “Gods, Gangsters & Honour.”
I’ve always protected people.
I represented Suge Knight, and then I represented the people — not Suge Knight.
These people think they’re gods.
But everyone who forgets how they got to the top ends up without a ladder eventually.
They will fall.
The prosecutors are no different.
In America, prosecutors chase headlines to build their résumés.
They try cases in the media, not the courtroom.
And that’s wrong.
Freedom of speech shouldn’t mean trial by multimedia.
That’s not justice. That’s marketing.
I’ve spent a lot of time in England.
This case would never have played out in public there the way it did here.
And when I say “public,” I mean everything — papers, news, Facebook, X, TikTok, et cetera.
We live in a world with no discretion, no individuality.
We’re nothing but customers.
Whores.
Buying whatever they’re selling.
It’s disgusting.
Do I think Diddy will go to jail?
Maybe.
I think they’ll try.
But where was the statute of limitations?
People change their minds.
No one analyzed that woman’s mindset when she was laying there getting fucked.
Did she want to do it? Did she not?
Did she actively participate to gain something — beyond sex?
What were her motives at the time, not in hindsight?
I think she knew what she was doing.
The jury saw through the performance.
They didn’t believe the prosecutors.
And I have a big issue with prosecutors.
Kamala Harris was one.
She jailed people for pot while smoking it herself.
That’s the kind of hypocrisy I used to challenge as a public defender in Nashville.
I’d ask a cop:
“Do you smoke pot?”
“That’s not relevant.”
“Yes it is. Do you think it’s a crime?”
Pot grows from the Earth.
That means Mother Earth approves.
The pharmaceutical pills they push don’t come from Earth.
They stay in your system.
They mess you up.
I’ve seen it happen — with my own kids.
This case? It’s about profiting off fame.
The prosecutors tried to paint Diddy as a crime boss.
But again: there was no organization.
Diddy ruled a kingdom, not a syndicate.
How do you get racketeering out of that?
I teach about the Muses.
I’ve written about them before — in my new book, whose cover is below, and right here on my new Substack page.
The Muses aren’t good or bad.
They’re chaos agents.
They shake things up so a new order can be born.
But we live in a world that fears uncertainty.
And yet — there is no certainty.
So what do we learn from all this?
That chaos is the engine. That the Muses stir the pot.
And that sometimes — just sometimes — the jury sees through the noise.