Tonight, I was called to write a piece again. I told God that I don’t have anything, the passion is gone from my writing. I wanted to write about my visions, but I believe God had me delete a tweet I wrote a few days ago. If not this, then I have nothing to write about. But I think the following, are probably the most important secrets on my mind – stuff that might benefit me if I didn’t talk about them. But confession is good for the soul.
Right now we are in a government shutdown, this has been going on for 11 days with no end in sight. Things are going downhill. There are now more and more government employee layoffs (White House Starts Mass Layoffs of Government Workers). But if my visions are correct, this is nothing to what is coming.
Jesus’ High Priest Judgement
Just before Jesus was arrested and crucified the high priest made this judgement about him:
“nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish.” John 11:50
Jesus would eventually die for his people, to preserve order and the state of Israel for a few more years – they would eventually lose it either way.
My point here is that the Antichrist does the opposite. He does not lay down his life – he fights to preserve it. This seems to lead to a loss of a nation – at least early.
The Fight to Preserve Oneself
I will write about what happened to me late in Dec 2023. It is written about in blog posts (While Under Mental Hygiene Arrest , More After Mental Hospitalization ). Have some new analysis on a few events and new information.
Stop taking my meds and a few days later I am running naked in a corn field and arrested and taken to a psych ward.
I think I would have been arrested either way on Dec 18, 2023. God and another person had me stop taking my medication. This helped as it was a way to explain the arrest. A cover story.
I think the white hats wanted me dead by that time and they had a near impossible way for me to survive their attack against me.
Use non-human intelligence technology that they got from ETs. Technology hundreds if not thousands of years beyond ours.
Rochester General Hospital
As I am taken into the hospital, I spend the next 6 or more hours without a meal. Nothing I care about. More significant is that for next duration of my stay, couple of days, I am not given my antipsychotic medication.
I am put into a small room, with a small sofa that I can barely lay on, with a camera overhead.
It is there that I think they planned to wipe me out. Maybe get raped by a reptilian, compromised and never to leave the same way I came into the hospital. Oh, someone would, it would be a clone – a robot – another technology they got from ETs. I might have ended up in Gitmo for all I know, while my clone would unravel my life.
But my group had predicted this situation and apparently had planted another technology in my tooth crown, years earlier, that lost the spaceship that I was on and foiled their attack.
I know this might seem crazy and easily written of as a delusion of a crazy patient in a mental hospital – but this is what I have been told and what I am relaying here. There are technology, like holodecks, that are so good you can’t tell if you are really in a hospital room or in a spaceship orbiting Earth.
With that foiled, I am moved to another hospital: St. Mary’s. They still have a few more attacks there and each is existential.
Satellite Attack
I am moved in with a room with another patient. It doesn’t go well. I start closing my eyes and wander around blind. Get some injections and moved to a suite – where I am alone. There I improve.
I start feeling like my heart is being attacked – something is frying it and it seems it happens near windows at night.
The widows for the life of me, have no night shades. Turn on the light at night and anyone outside can see you there. The windows were also big.
I start seeing things around that time, like I have never before. In one of those visions, I see my type of window, from the outside, and there is a large satellite. This was clear to me that I was being attacked by satellites at night. Why only in a hospital? I am not sure. But I always shade the windows when I sleep.
I start detaching the soft doors to my room and covering with them my window at night.
This attack became existential one night, when I was moved back to my original room. That window there could not be fully covered up by the soft doors. As I experienced another attack to my heart – one that you could feel, I decided that I could no longer sleep there.
As the night approached, I told myself I would sleep in the hallway. As I sit in the dining room that evening, everybody has gone to their rooms, my night nurse checks up on me and asks me if there is anything wrong. I tell her that I need to move rooms.
“Can we do that tomorrow?” “Sure”, I say, and the conversation goes on.
As she is about to leave, I ask her if I can spend the night in the dining room – the attacks never happened there.
“No”, she says and pulls out her chart and says, “we have a suite available”, right next to where you were spending it where it was better for you. I agree and she moves me there that night. There I could control the attacks.
Attack 2 foiled.
The Sealed Hospital
There was one last attack they had. This one was insidious.
As I was spending time in that hospital, I was there twice before and each time much longer, I noticed that being indoors here was becoming a problem this time. Slowly but surely, I started to feel that I just needed to be outside, briefly if possible.
Should I turn to legal help to get some outdoor time? I explored that thought but didn’t act on it. I felt they would have fought back, and my time was running out. It felt like slowly you were being starved of oxygen.
I saw another vision, a wall that had a large keyhole shaped hole in it. Is that wall my key out of here?
I went to the wall I saw. It took me to an end of the hall, a metal door with a small window that was locked – always. We never used it.
As I looked out of the small window in it, there were stairs there – maybe emergency stairs.
As I looked through the glass, a light lit up the stairs. There was a motion activated light there and it was detecting me.
I realized that this allowed me to activate something outside the prison walls. And I cherished it. So, as I would pace the halls, there were two of these on either end of the ward, I would activate the motion light. Time after time. Day after day.
When one day, one time, at night, as the light activated, I felt a fresh night breeze roll into where I was, and I realized this is what I badly needed to have. I must have broken through some wall, and it was my ticket out of there.
An asian young woman who was pacing with me, started kicking the wall with her foot. Was she upset I got my breath of fresh air?
I didn’t have a problem needing to be outside after that, the need went away.
I believe sometime later, another young woman, who I never known much about her, is sitting in a chair near the nurse’s station and she is screaming. “Just let me stick my head out of the window!” She is screaming and repeating the phrase over and over. They are preparing a shot for her and ask everybody to return to their rooms. Her screams get louder and louder until they cease.
They never let her go outside, I believe, just an injection. A fate I no doubt awaited me, had I not seen the vision and literally, made a breakthrough.
Attack 3 foiled.
Congress Collapses
Toward the end of the stay, I am asked if I see things? One night toward the end, I tell the night nurse that I have seen a capitol dome collapsing.
It seems to me that with the three failed attacks, the result was the collapse of the USA government. Had the white hats gambled the government on me and lost it?
Who was helping me here? The visions were critical. God? Fourth dimension? I was not alone here. Who had implanted the crown with some technology that could lose a starship? Who could see that it would be needed almost a decade ahead?
I believe that I was getting help from the deep-state type of people. People from the 4th dimension that had the technology and the foresight to see it would be needed.
There was a cause, a cause greater than the fate of America: the fate of the world. I would be needed for the latter.
I believe that at the beginning of Trump’s Congress, something like 98% of it was cloned. Trump and the rest of the Congress would be acting in unison.
Could the original one no longer survive the collapse?
I felt like this could be continued indefinitely.
2025: More Visions
I wrote about some of my visions on Reddit. I told them that they were progressing. The post was better received than my previous one. But, one evening, around Oct 2nd, as I was at home, I decided to close my eyes and see if I could get any visions while at home, something I usually don’t.
In darkness, I see an object, in silhouette, that resembled the Washington Monument. Then I see a rocket, standing pointed up.
What did this mean? I put out a tweet, thinking that this might mean an attack on Washington DC?
This was during the shutdown. As I sat down at the computer, thoughts started rushing in. Was the cloned Congress not able to pass a budget? Was the attack on Washington the only way through?
I returned to the same room and closed my eyes again. This time I see the two windows there, in darkness, and a mesh surrounding them.
What did this mean? Was this saying that there would be a prolonged power outage? An EMP attack could do this.
Later that day, while sitting in my car, I saw a nuclear explosion and a man from behind, that looked like Picard.
Were ETs coordinating this?
America Crippled
I came across some writings, years back, from a Christian where Jesus showed them a vision. There they saw a deer running in wintertime, with snow on the ground and it took a different way, away from the beaten path. Running in the snow, it hit a hole and broke one of its legs.
It continued to try to run, crippled, but it was getting scents of wolves that were on to it. It didn’t have a long time to live.
The deer represented America. The fractured leg meant a bad decision was taken, that crippled it, sometime in the past.
Today, as I see the need for foreign workers and the collapse of America, I think back to this vision.
Designated Survivor
Will we see a Designated Survivor kind of event for America? I don’t want to. I prefer a life with stores stocked full, with peace and jobs for people. But what if we were given the impression that everything was normal by the clone cover up in 2025? What if there is not another way to keep the government going? What if behind the scenes options are running out and we are days away from an earth-shattering event?
There will be famine, people still may be able to travel. There should still be TV like CNN so not all will be lost, but what may is that the abundance will be gone.