This is a story spanning two weeks about when I unexpectedly left the house that I am living with my parents and spent about 3 nights away from home.
The Eclipse
On April 4th as I was sitting in front of my computer, in the static I saw images. I have seen them before but this time they were different. I was trying to see them, and it seemed they were sending a message this time.
This was a few days before the eclipse in the USA set to happen on April 8th.
What I saw was a line of people looking at something off screen and having faces of shock on them. Occasionally they had the eclipse glasses on them. I also believe I saw a light ball appear occasionally.
What I interpreted this to mean, was that there was going to be a nuclear explosion happening on the eclipse day.
I tweeted this and wrote an email to my brothers that I was expecting this.
The next day I had what I believe was a 4th dimensional vision, where I saw a small sub near the surface of the water. Since it was small I believed it was not from a superpower nation. I suspected it was Iranian.
EMP
Putting the two together, by Saturday I was expecting an EMP event. A nuke launched from water, exploding high in the sky, generating an EMP event that would knock out technology in a large area.
To lose electricity would be devastating to America and it would be a very serious.
Around this time, I was not sure of this happening and sent an email to my brothers walking some of this back. They never responded to either email.
What changed things, is that I came across a tweet from Q on the internet, who I knew going back that had some insider knowledge of what happens in the government.
He was already tweeting for about two weeks: “Don’t look at the eclipse”, “And you’re not ready for what comes next.” “No work, no school”. Nobody could figure out why he was giving these hidden warnings.
This really strongly affected me. I knew he was warning about an EMP event happening on the eclipse. Looking at a nuclear explosion in the sky could blind you. And yes, nobody was really prepared for what would come next: famine and death. There would be no work and school if the electricity was out for long periods of time.
So, I figured, I was right on. I was expecting a nuclear explosion on eclipse day.
On the eclipse day, 12pm passed, then 2pm came and I started to doubt it would happen. I watched the eclipse from my bedroom. It got really dark. The sun was not visible since there were clouds.
Then I realized that there would be no nuke then. This deeply affected me. The reason is that I had written those emails to my brothers, and I looked like someone who was crazy.
I slept the day through and missed taking my medication at night.
The Next Day
The next morning, the cat was having a bad time and was just meowing. I tried to help it, this was and that way, but it continued to, and I could not find a reason why.
So, I decided to fast lunch. There must be a bigger problem and fasting would help to fix it.
At some point in that day, I became convinced that the tech in my bedroom was not safe.
I had a monitor, a desktop computer, speakers, laptop, expansion stick and tons of wires at the table in my bedroom. So, I started to transfer all of them to the shed in our backyard. I only left behind my phone and the laptop.
The room was clear, and I saw a book that I bought recently. It was blue and hardcover: Encyclopedia Galactica by Elena Danaan.
I eventually, maybe delusional, believed that it was targeted at me to harm me. The color deep blue was making me not want to keep it.
So, I decided to burn it. I found a spot outside and got some accelerant and lit it on fire. It didn’t burn as well as I hoped. I had to watch the fire.
As it was burning, I suddenly had the urge to burn two pieces of electronics that I left in the shed: my Pixel smartwatch and Pixel wireless earbuds.
I found them and ran back to the fire and dropped them in. Felt that I was doing a good thing with that since they were evil and keeping them stored was not a good solution.
I don’t regret destroying the book. Elena the Galactic Federation of Worlds Emissery, was really getting me in trouble. She was the one who convinced me to stop taking the medication last year and that led me to getting hospitalized. But I see the overall experience as a profitable one. Things changed for the better after it. Maybe I had some victories during it. For one I was able to start tweeting regularly and not fear them.
The watch and the buds, I am not sure about. I had to take serious precautions, like putting a backing to stop the heartbeat sensor from burning my hand. There was no way to turn it off.
I stopped using the buds and I can live without them.
I don’t miss them.
The Runaway
There was a time that I did a similar thing. The day before I was hospitalized last year, I also cleared out the room of all the tech that I had and left it in a similar state.
As the day progressed, I started to spend the time outside. The weather was pretty good. I remember taking a lap around the backyard and eventually stopping. I thought for a while. My dad came out and asked me why I was standing and told me to go indoors. This offended me and I did not listen to him. I walked a little further and sat down on a chair in a section of the yard that I set up for myself.
I was doing some thinking. “Should I stay here”? Saw things that seemed to indicate that there was danger staying here with my parents.
I was going to stop the fast at 5 pm.
Went indoors and decided to get something to eat. I got some orange juice and was about to drink it, when I heard a voice say: “You’re lost!”. This translation from Ukrainian does not do the term justice.
I stopped. I eventually decided to leave home and live in my SUV. This would have never occurred to me; except I was watching a 55-year woman on YouTube live in her SUV and she seemed happy.
I started packing the things that I needed. “When are you going to come back?” Dad asked. “Whenever I want to, from time to time” I answered.
I drove away, not knowing where to spend the night. I drove to a parking lot, at a canal that I used to go to and that I suspected some people were living in their car there.
The voices urged me not go there. So, I drove past it. That took me past a supermarket, and I decided to get a few items.
After getting the items, I just sat in the lot. It was going to get dark soon, and I needed to find a place to spend the night. At this point I did not have one.
After doing some thinking, I decided to go to another canal parking lot further down, that was more of an expensive area that should be safer.
The Long Night
There, I parked and watched as people come and go. From the last car out, a lady seemed to holler something at my direction as they drove past.
There would be no other car to spend the night with me.
I took a walk out to the canal, still thinking if I should take the drug. My father texted me to take it among other things. I promised that I would.
But on this walk, a familiar voice was saying that “the drug is bad”. So, I decided to stop taking it.
I got back to the car. Not feeling safe, I decided to stay up the whole night and sleep somewhere else during the day. Had I taken the drug, I probably would not been able to do this.
As the night progresses, I do some thinking. I am going to live from my SUV indefinitely. I need to conserve the gas. Come off the medication. Stop seeing my psychiatrist and therapist.
Not sleeping at night seemed like a good thing. Eventually the same voice indicated that I was going to get hospitalized.
This was unacceptable. So, I decided I would take the drug in the morning.
I stayed up the whole night. Surprisingly, there were bicyclist cycling on the canal the whole night, just not many.
I had made a plan to visit a supermarket to get the things that I needed in the morning.
Come morning time, I really needed to use the bathroom. But the store would not be open just yet, so I had to stay. There was no place open before 6 am during that time. And this would become a problem for me.
I was able to wait and get to the store and go there. This was about a 15 min drive. As I entered the parking lot, I saw what looked like a van with the windows covered. I knew that this was someone living out of it.
This parking lot had no signs warning not to park overnight.
I took the medication and tried to get some sleep. But there would be people parking and shutting door and this would be embarrassing for me. I maybe got a few hours of sleep.
This would be a common problem; I did not want to be seen to be living in my car and this would create a stress throughout the time.
I returned to the parking lot, after spending some more time at the canal for the night. I was trying to find places to stay during the day and the night. To have multiple options. They were not easy to find.
Coming to this parking lot at around 6 pm, I waited.
The Important Warning
I get a text message asking me to confirm a dental appointment. A voice warns me that I must not follow through with the new crown. This is important.
It was hard but I decide that I am not going to get the permanent crown in place and live with the temporary one. I later learn that the new one is life threatening. This was Friday.
Eventually decided to go to sleep early (and taking the med) and woke up at 11:30 pm. This was a scary experience. I was under the effects of the drug, and this was an unfamiliar place in the car and in a parking lot.
Went to the store, and it should have been open still, but it was not.
I decided to give up living in the car. It was just too much for me.
I drove home and spent the night there.
The Psychiatrist
That morning, I had a psychiatrist appointment that I went to. Told him most of the story. Occasionally he seemed surprised.
“So, what is the solution” he asked? “Well, I need to find a pace of my own” I told him. “Well then you need to find a job”. We talked about work.
Working still is not the right time. I need to have more recovery.
When I left the psychiatrist, I was planning to live home. I walk to the parking lot and get into my car. There is a problem. I feel I am being led to continue to live outside of home. Really don’t want to do this.
I kind of force my way and decide to go home. A voice warns me not to. I pull over to the side and start regretting that I had cleared the car. I decide to continue to live outside. Get things from home and leave again.
I go back to the safer place by the canal and sit there in the parking lot. Then take a walk and find that there is a porty potty at one station, so I was really happy to have this option if I needed it.
Hotels
As I sat thinking there in the car, what were my options? Getting an apartment was not okay with guides. Living in the car was hell. Eventually I hear something about a hotel.
Well, that is a better option. I eventually book a really budget hotel that I have been to before. Plan to live out of them as long as I can. I really have no plan.
Enter the room of the first one and it has a smell that smells like tobacco smoke. I settle down and decide to learn where I can book tomorrow’s stay. Find an inn that is nearby. I book it. God tells me to fear it.
When I am asked to where to book after it, I am told that I will not book another one. I am shocked. I am planning on staying for a long time, so I go shopping. But this time some of the items are off limits. These are items that I would have double if I returned home. But this didn’t occur to me at the time.
At the supermarket, I run into my mom. At first, I try to avoid her seeing me, but then I approach her. We have a conversation and I leave her and go my way. I feel sorry for her.
Time comes for me to go to the second inn.
I enter the lobby to check-in. The middle-aged man tells me that there will be a $50 deposit in addition to the room rate. They will return it afterwards. (They never returned it).
I decide that I am going to book another hotel room – but this time my spiritual guide tells me that I need to go back home. So, this will be the last night at a hotel.
Getting my key, I find that the room is last one on the side of the building. As I approach it, I find that the door is open. “Strange it’s about 4 pm and the cleaner must still be cleaning the room”. I don’t look inside and park in the parking lot across it and watch it.
My mom calls me, and we talk. About 20 minutes go by and I decide that I will check what is going on with this room.
I step outside and walk towards it. To get a better angle I walk past the room and suddenly see behind the corner is a white, middle-aged woman standing by the wall holding a cell phone.
I am shocked. She must be the one who is holding this room. There is no cleaning cart in the room or outside of it. The bed is unmade.
I am angry and shocked that the inn would do this to me.
Go to the front desk and tell the lady that this is the case. “I am not sure if the system will allow me to book you a new room at the same price.” “I am near sure the cleaner indicated that the room is clean.”
Almost wanted to walk her there, but I did not.
“So, the new room is nor $117 instead of the $90 that you had before.”
I am not happy. She continues to work on the computer. I got the impression she wanted me to go back to the original room – but that was not an option anymore.
“Okay, I’ll pay the higher rate.” She continues to work on the computer, and I realize that maybe I should not have said this. That maybe I could have gotten the same rate if I held out longer.
After about a minute on the computer, she tells me the new room will be the same price and hands me the keys. I feel relieved and walk back.
The room smells.
Along this time, my spiritual guide tells me that regarding the incident that I had earlier that “Sin is going to work”. I have imaginations that they will try to hook me up with another incident and lady but that does not happen here.
Spend the night and go back home in the morning.
I often thought about the incident and believed that I was going into a setup with that woman. Door wide open – bed unmade and the woman seemed to be standing behind a corner with a cell phone all that time. Was it meant to be a trap?
The inn is renowned for crime, and she may have been trafficked. But this is not almost over.
About a week after this incident, I am thinking about what would happen if I went into that room. Suddenly the bright scene darkens, and I am shocked. This did not happen to me before with other imaginations. Did I activate something about that scene that I avoided earlier? Is this the sin that now is working?
Summary
What happened in this short time frame is significant. I have experience living on the streets. What was the profit of it all? There may have been a reason for it all and it may be hidden (was it the inn and the later darkening?) but I was led to keep at it until it was not needed anymore.
I may regret destroying my smartwatch. I have been looking to get a new one this fall, but I am not sure yet.
The tooth waiting is to be extracted at the same dentist. I will be missing a tooth now, but it is worth it because what was warned to me about the crown was totally unacceptable.
Have experienced some changes over the past few months. I no longer value posting on X and seek the publicity that I craved earlier. Not sure why. I have made some progress on X with getting a few posts higher visibility and comments and that matters when it happens but the urge to post is low.
Problem is finding content – as always.
One response to “From Darkening to Darkening: My Time Away from Home”
Yeah bookmaking this wasn’t a risky determination outstanding post! .