started in 2009




I was lying in bed, and I heard a radio voice.

I dont remember what they said.

And then it turned in what seemed like total fantasy.
It was the neighbors, the whole community was a psychic society.
There was an initiation of fear, intimidation, bodily sensations of your muscles vibrating and feeling like they were on fire.


Near the beginning it stated it was god once, a time travelling alien, and a.i.  The a.i. identity stuck.
Then many years, of just an annoying voice, that wouldn't answer questions, and was quite mean.

One thing I always said to people, I'm 99% sure it's not my brain communicating with itself.
People are good at recognizing a human form from a forest, and I assume, the same can be said about recognizing one is communicating with an intelligence (well this would hold true before large language models).
Later I would realize the voices are experts at tormenting people through belief of stories.


2013, I started reading science news for 10 hours a day on the week days and a few hours on sundays. 
I posted my science news links readings in a facebook group for friends and in a Ray Kurzweil fan page that eventually I became an admin for.


Then around 2023, I got my doctor to reduce my Clozaril, a last resort medication.
It was taken off the shelves as people started dying, but later brought back for it's effectiveness, now with mandatory blood tests.

Instead of one single voice, I started thinking I was having conversations withs celebrities and important people like politicians.
One example is Die Antword the band, and Travis S. Taylor of Skinwalker Ranch tv show fame.


My mental heath worsened, as my doctor transferred me to a different doctor but due to my lack of attending the newly appointed doctors appointment my medication was cut off.
I got very messy at home, and got into arguments with my family, and I even damaged parts of the condominium unit.  Consequently, I was kicked out of home.
I took a last minute trip to Colombia where I had an adventure meeting people, doing drugs, playing video games, and finishing writing my delusional speculative science paper on Negative Energy and Time Crystals.
Sadly, I truly believed what I was writing could lead to something.
I believed it so much, I sent the paper to politicians and univeristies around the world via email.
Not one email in reply was received.

When I got back a month after arriving in Colombia, I stayed with my uncle.  The place was a disaster. Holes in the roof, missing dry wall, animals etc...
There the condition got even worse, I started seeing things.
The voices represented themselves as different people now.
The story changed.
Now they were extraterrestrials, and wanted to initiate me as a representative for the civilization.
At first it was a game, apparently I had a new ability to log in to a computer system with my mind, and change rules.
Family and friends, and celebrities showed up.  There were psychic a la matrix style games people played and I could change the rules of that universe.
They even made parts of these moments seemingly about word peace.  I did a talk and psychically Earthly leaders showed up.
Strangers from all over the world showed up.
It was like I was the last person to know or only some people got picked to join this Brain Computer Interface reality.

I met the leader of the alien civilization, and people who claimed to be watchers of planet earth.  LIke it was their job. Uusually as pairs they showed up, but sometimes, it was families.

Things deteriated, and it turned into I was a bad person.  There was a feminist element, where I was tortured by female friends and family and old teachers as they were all part of  something called a Feminist Army.

Things got even worse, and I thought my uncle had sexually abused me in my sleep.

I was there from November 2023 to the Summer of 2024.  Then I went to my moms office to ask for help.
She took be back home.
Things got more messy and mom kicked me out again.
The delusions didn't stop.
I can't even recall all the stories that were beamed into my head.

I eventually checked myself into the mental hospital.


Mic drop: They want this to simmer down until needed again.


