November 01, 2025

I received another live inquiry from a label. They wanted to turn my story into a huge PR turnaround.

Until they heard that: Without a single release in the stores, I had already obtained my .music domain within a few days and had a 'noteworthy entities' status from Google — the conversation went silent.

A 'Red Deal', as some call it. The highest award Google gives. A multi-page graph with image upload, elevated rights, and its own support. Google grants this extremely rarely — and it can take years.

Many DSPs had already prepared a claimed account for me some offers to handle my merchandising for free.

But if you lose this status through bad deeds, you also receive the harshest punishments. I was innocent. The internet was full of evidence proving that. But how do you explain to Google that they should just... google it?

My success became my downfall. Labels feared the punishment might spill onto them.
And yes, it can happen — I lived it.

45 days

The height of my rise

But only a shadow of my punishment

My body gives in

There are moments when you just want to leave everything behind.

Just take a run-up, close your eyes and jump out of the window.

But if you live on the ground floor like me, you’d get a few bruises at best
which you'd painfully regret the next day.

My music, my money – and in the end even my entire identity – were stolen by Unchained Music.

Alright, then let’s fight and get our music and money back, and help other artists too.

But when I tried to fight back, something unexpected and unimaginable happened — striking like a fatal blow.

I'm strong - Already 10 months

The Offensive Strike from Google

They used our own names to fill a fake copyright infringement against us, my official music video and my channel, which later cost me an important performance for my career. The terrible thing is that they knew about it just like everyone else. But it was decided that it is not meant for me.

Every attempt on my part to raise an objection, either through the label or through lawyers, including all evidence from ContentID and copyrights, was ignored or received these responses:

"Counter notification rejected"  — or even worse —  "We think it's possible you are misusing our counter notification process."       Yeah whatever, you too!

Back then I did want to have an OAC, an Official Artist Channel. But Google had simply taken it upon themselves to decide who is allowed to be an artist and who is not. And you won't get one with a strike on the channel either.

Even after all my successes, I have no idea what an OAC looks like since it has been denied to me until today — Sad and shocking when your future is determined by the whim of a platform.

Hey, and to top it off, Unchained Music has stolen from me again. But this time it was made even easier for them. They monetized my video and collected the royalties from YouTube. Almost sounds like a partnership. Almost!

Okay, warning!

Now it also concerns children

Lost in the digital void

Maybe I should have just accepted losing everything, my career, and my dream — but that's not my way. I am a fighter by nature. Maybe that's my mistake.

I was punished and used like a numb test subject, without the chance to defend myself. Publicly defamed, branded as a fraudster and an extremist, and eventually made invisible on all platforms. DNS redirects to keep me away from social media and suppress comments worldwide.

All communication with fans was blocked, my music and my name were removed from search results, and 4K UHD music videos with Hi-Res sound were throttled to a total size of under 50MB — a quality so messy that you can’t tell if it’s people in the video or a rainforest documentary — or maybe an alien attack of green pixel martians. A musical trash, created to alienate my fans.

And if someone did happen to stumble across one of my videos, my channel name was unclickable, and streams remained unchanged.

Even my name, my family's name, and my daughter's name — including photos, social media, and every trace of our past — were digitally erased by Google worldwide, blocked by a censorship filter or overwritten with fabricated negative data. As if we had never existed or were ever meant to.

The shadowban imposed on me was so severe that even innocent families with similar names to mine, including their children, were digitally erased. I wasn't even allowed to type my own name. It was always automatically corrected with the message that it was mistyped and never actually existed. All achievements of my daughter, information related to friends, everything was removed.

I was desperate, and what am I supposed to tell my child when she asks me someday, "Mom, why can't I create a Gmail address with my name for the new phone?" "My child, we now have a serial number!"

Far from the end or the worst

The red or the blue pill

But I wasn't allowed to choose

What I'm writing now may sound surreal or like a metaphor. We couldn't believe it ourselves and had to have it confirmed by several people. It was not a dream, it really happened. Unfortunately!

After my complaints against Google, things seemed to improve. Websites, music links, even our names reappeared. A small Google Graph about me popped up — finally, I was visible again. We immediately tried to claim the graph. But no matter what we did — every attempt was rejected.

Then we saw it. We were inside a wonderland — an artificially generated matrix by Google, a world designed to live a dream, while Google still held the plug — Visible only to us, friends and family.

And this wasn’t just some logged-in-account glitch. Family on the other side of the planet saw the same. Friends saw it. Even our neighbors. A geographic blockade — isolation. This wasn’t a shadow ban. It was a digital prison — nothing but shadow.

My daughter is brilliant in mathematics — she even made it to the Math Olympiad. But what’s the use of such an achievement if every trace of her existence, including her parents, has been erased? Meaningless on a résumé — especially when the parents have been mislabeled as extremists.

But those are just labels. What truly ate me alive was the relentless thought of how I was supposed to feed my child with a total income of USD 0.001 over the last nine months.

It feels like Sci-Fi

But only like a cheap B-movie

CLM

Communication Lockout Mode

I was just about to create an account on, I think it was Timble or something. Every time I clicked on the activation link in the email, I got error messages saying that the username is already taken.

Yeah, of course it is, I just picked it myself. I only need to confirm my email.

Well, it's not exactly easy to find an available username on such large platforms, and eventually, you just run out of ideas. So I tried using my artist name, and it happened again.

Great, they have support. I was already pissed, not at the portal, but because I feared they were trying to steal my identity again or whatever little I have left.

The support team was clueless. I explained the whole identity-theft mess. They sent the issue to tech support — damn, not the legendary “this will take forever” department.

I was surprisingly quick to get a reply, but unfortunately it wasn't very satisfying. The technicians were at a loss. But how they would know?

Digital Profile Freeze

Frozen in Time

And then forgotten forever

I didn’t even know this existed. My name triggers an automated system — the same one used to protect officials or stop terrorism — and it simply overrides my confirmation links in real time.

I managed to update some of my profiles, but only in the page code. The visible output — what people actually see — stayed frozen for months.

Even links to some of my profiles vanished from my own website, including the platform’s official public icon. The identical link to someone else’s profile? Completely normal and visible.

HAV-Level 3

Human Authenticity Verification

Time to die

I got a message from Marco. Danger — I was freaking scared — my daughter and I were really in danger of our lives again? Does this ever stop? And why am I always the target?

We had agreed to delete all our contact info for safety reasons. If something were to happen to one of us, the other would still be safe.

This was back when we were getting death threats. I didn’t mention it because, looking at the big picture of what happened to us, the death threats ended up feeling like a minor detail.

Looking back now, what I’m about to describe doesn’t even feel as terrifying anymore. Sure, citizen protection has improved — it just hit the wrong person.

I felt like I was being hunted — like the prey, with the net closing in.

It was as if the world had simply come to a standstill. The Internet seemed to close in around me, even though it was supposed to be the World Wide Web. My freedom of movement was restricted!

No emails or other communication were possible. I was freaking scared as a message popped up on the phone screen - Your device has been blocked from further communications.

They genuinely thought I was a terrorist. And honestly, the scariest part wasn’t the accusation — it was realizing they could just make up whatever they wanted, then they could also...

We ran out of the house like crazy and stared at the sky, looking out for any lights. Please, please, don’t let there be a combat drone above us, guided by an algorithmic misjudgment!

I look at my daughter

I held her hand tighter and tighter

Closing words

The end of everything

AI ecosystems aren’t dangerous because they’re smart, but because they can be easily misled — we’re a good example of that.

When it hits you, it’s devastating. Everything is stripped away — who you are, who you were, and who you could have been — and believe me, they leave nothing behind.

The scale of destruction we went through, caused in such a short time, was the result of one single domino effect. Systems this influential need far better protection, or one day the world might face a catastrophe triggered by a misinterpreted ‘rock paper scissors’ game.

Compensation? Maybe someday. But by the time that day comes, your name is buried in a file and you’ve already been starved out — because every attempt to fix your life or earn money gets silently blocked, globally, and with zero change to this day.

Maybe I should be more selfish. But that's not my way. I've always helped others and even donated myself.

Now my child and I are suddenly the ones who need help just to survive what was done to us. But we can’t even open a donation account without triggering some automated fraud alarm. As we asking for help is suspicious.

My only help is Marco, who protected me and my daughter and supported me financially until the money ran out. But even those who help suffer the same fate. Perhaps not quite as badly, but his songs too were stolen, copied, and blocked; no income in sight, and his name was digitally erased.

I love making music. Even after my biggest dream was shattered. But the worst thing for an artist is a stage without an audience. And right now… no one sees me.

Some might say this sounds like an ending — but it isn’t.

On the contrary, I will keep going! But I will limit my reach – my songs will only be available on platforms that don’t work against me. Maybe when things normalize, when hope isn’t something abstract anymore, I’ll return with the visibility this world once stole from me.

But it will be a long and hard road.

This is my story

still with an open ending

In Love