An Experiment
There is more to the story behind the last piece I wrote, Is this the Fourth Dimension, although it has nothing to do with the fourth dimension. In fact, I am having doubts about me being in the fourth dimension, but that happens once I am long back on the drug.
As the April days were unfolding, I got a particular feeling that a ton of effort was being made to get me to have sex for the first time, and it was failing and so were the world’s hope for survival. So I became open to this activity. What could I do to help the people who were trying to make this happen?
Around this time, I was watching the people on YouTube who were talking about me. I have since stopped watching them entirely, seeing they aren’t really 100% correct and that they may be an operation by the enemy against me.
But this one woman, made this statement that stuck with me: “Don’t give up, give in”.
A few days later, worried that attempt on me after attempt on me was failing, and time and chance running out, I tried to make that statement to work.
But first I should explain my thoughts on the “give in” statement. It is more likely for a woman to give in than a man, physically and emotionally. What if I was more like a woman and that was the reason that these attempts were failing? I felt a strong need to help and solve this problem.
So, outside, waiting on the dogs to have their time, I tried to give in. Something made its way into my stomach, but it entered and left behind cancerous effects – an experience that I could not repeat too often without serious health effects. So I thought to improve it.
What if I would simply channel the energy of the subject into a section of my body? At first, it felt that I should protect my body against foreign influence. Second, the experience was a risk. It could have a positive effect or there may be a negative one and I would be contaminated.
But I told myself that any hook-up is a risk. Sometimes you have to taste something, yes it might be nasty, but it also could be beneficial. With that I set out to bring people into my body.
I imagined this channeling of energy into myself, with the therapist, in the office, while at my home. Something happened in her office, when I imagined this and I was like “This can get serious”.
I also played around with this with both my parents.
Aftereffects
As mentioned in the previous post, during this time I was off my med. Night or two later I tried to have my make-love-from-a-distance session. It could have been my therapist, although at the time I was not sure.
What I did not mention in that post is that the next time I met with my therapist, she did something that I never expected.
She reminded me of that time that I was exploring to end the sessions with her. This happened a few sessions back, and I did not see a benefit to continuing with her. But the voices made it clear to me that it was important not to end this treatment.
She asks me, in light of that consideration, do I need to see her anymore. There were a few sessions after I mentioned that to her that she made no remembrance of it. Now she, out of the blue, and for the first time ever, was pushing for it. Did the from-a-distance night really reach her?
I told her that I was coming off the meds, and this signified a big change in life and that it was important for me to continue to see her. She let it go and she started to press me to see a doctor about coming off the medication as cold turkey was not a healthy choice.
Next appointment, she goes back to asking me if I need to continue to see her. This time I explained to her, that when I explored leaving her, I was in a different state of mind. The past few times I actually looked forward to the appointments, which never happened before. After that, the next time she didn’t mention it.
So something happened to trigger this with her. It may be evidence that the from-a-distance activities are reaching a person, in that case her.
Dad and Mom
So sometime after it, I experienced something I also never expected at home. I remember sitting on my bed, and just feeling these golden energies start to be attracted to me. I think they were coming from my mom.
I totally could not stand them. I did everything I could think of to stop them, even contemplating suicide. These events would continue and strongly destabilize me. But overtime and prayer, helped them to be more manageable.
Only Me?
I may not be the worst person for this. Sure, the people that I have long-distance-make-love I don’t ask their permission to do what I do. But am I the only and worst one? Here is something from the Bible.
Matthew 5:28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.
Here Jesus is stating that looking upon a woman with lust, the man already commits the heavy act of adultery. Notice the woman does not have to give her permission for this to happen. She can be innocent. But this happens to be common, well depending on whether the man is moral.
There are similarities here, in what I am doing, where there is no contact and love is transferred energetically.
Getting Killed in UK
I traveled to the UK for the first time in my life recently and have briefly described it in the post linked above.
The trip seemed uneventful, got to see the people I only saw on YouTube. Walked around England, saw the ocean, and ate at a few restaurants.
When I came back, my guide told me that I never left America. What? I was in the UK. Further, later I was told that I was killed there, in a Burger King restaurant.
So what really happened? That is about all they will tell me.
It seems that I was traveling in an avatar body, with my real body left in stasis in America. Apparently, some country wanted me dead and decided to kill me there. I don’t know what happened. My memory is that the Burger King trip went well without any problems. But I know from the “Space Guys” (the people who I was seeing at the conference) that memories can be erased and modified ones can be implanted that never happened.
With that I think that something happened at Burger King, somehow I was restored and my memory modified to forget what happened.
Who did it? At first I thought it was the UK. But later I was told that it was Israel. They have been messing with me for a while now. I lost a good tooth because of them and now this.
Iran EMP
The Iranian war with Israel, and now USA has started. Iran is getting some good hits on Tel-Aviv. Later America joined the war and Iran launched an attack on our base in the Middle East.
My first impression on this war was this is a scripted war – a planned out one – with no surprises.
It is clear to me that Israel no longer has superiority in this. America is in control and planning all the moves out. The deal is that Israel gets hit and so to some extent does Iran.
But the biggest hit, will be on America, if I am correct.
Over a decade ago, I believed that Iran would EMP us. God told our church that we would have a Y2K moment happen, but we would not be sure of when.
I told people about, made preps, but it never materialized. Well, Iran is already attacking American bases, it is now or never.
An EMP blast would send us back 100 years. There would be a famine and a horrible experience for Americans.
Iran, I believe has tested a few nuclear weapons. All it takes is to get another one, launch it over America, and its explosion high in the sky will create and EMP event. And then oh-my what will follow.
I am not looking forward to this and hope that it can be avoided.
Taking up walking
I stopped walking for a long time. God recently encouraged to restart it, and I have. These are very long walks, like a minimum of 2 hours. I get to see people, they see me, and I get to pass the time with something that is beneficial, instead of laying on my bed.
I have been doing them for a month now. I have been getting some “engagements” on the trail with people talking to me. All the better.
Warnings
I used to spend down time walking on the trail along the canal last year. It occurred to me that it was not safe, so I stopped it.
Recently God asked me to restart it and thinking that the danger had passed, I felt safe to do it.
There are two choices from where I park the car to walk the canal: west or east. I always preferred the west side. It ended with a city park and an intersection of a river and the canal. The benefit, is this park, in the summer, is that is has functioning bathrooms.
But it is also known for not being safe. It is in a poor section of the city. When I stopped last time, there was a report that someone was shot in the back of the head there almost exactly where I make my turnaround.
It is renowned for crime. But I preferred that section of the trail – a lot. And people walk there a lot. Have big events at pavilions there.
The east side goes to a richer part of the city. Only has a port-a-potty.
But lately, I have been getting engagements on the trail: people talking to me. One asked me if going east will get to a certain city. “Yes” I answered and went telling him more. “No, that is all I need to know”.
Was this a message from the good side telling me to stay on the east side? The next day God told me to go there, and it went well.
But I would return to the west side.
A few days ago, as I was making my way past the park on the west side, a young girl, on a bike, black, asked me if I was going to a certain city on the east side, while I was on the phone with my mom. “No” I answered.
As I continued walking past the park to the university, where I planned to turn around, she came by again and asked, “Are you planning on going back where you came from?” “No”.
Taking this seriously, that maybe she was being guided by my good people to let me know that it was no longer safe to proceed, I left her there as she was catching her breath from a fast ride and proceeded to make an immediate turn around.
So I got to talking to God, what should I do? I am tempted to go to the west side, but it is clear that it is not advised. I likely will return to it again.
He basically told me to try walking on the road by the side of our house. So I did.
For the few days that I tried it, one of them, as I was contemplating going walking there, I saw a vision. It was a rape scene, and I was sure the victim was me.
Foolishly, that did not deter me. But nothing bad happened there, again the few times that I went.
Yesterday, I decided to go back to the canal.
What A Night
West side was my preferred way of going. I went there in the morning but turned around before the university. A 2 hour walk.
On the evening walk, I went the west side again, but this time went further, to the university. As I got to it, I encountered a male, white, ponytail hair, and he started to merge into in front of me. For the first time ever, this gentleman got me scared. He had a dangerous spirit about himself. I felt as if I was in danger – but I could not do anything about it and continued to walk.
He led me for a while and later went another way. As I remember back this time, I realize that the west side MUST be avoided and plan to do that now.
As I come back from the west side to where my car is parked, God tells me to continue to walk – to the east side. Okay how far? 1 hour? 2 hours will put me past sunset. I get 2 hours. No problem. I don’t have my headlamp, but this should be doable.
Except later it seems, this has to be the whole night.
One time, as I was on the west side in the park, God, unsolicited, told me that I would spend nights “there”.
This then would be one of those nights. I walk 2 hours, plus extra on the east side and make my way past my car to the west side. My plan is to walk the entire night, back and forth.
Around this time, I have an urge for #2. No problem, the west side has bathrooms – except I never tried them this late at night – would they be open?
As I make it to the bathroom, fighting the urge to go, I discover all the bathrooms have been closed.
This is really bad. At this time my mother calls me. I tell her my plan, she seems distraught, but I am firm and hang up.
I am in trouble now. My plan of walking the night for God is in danger. The only other place I know is a porty-potty on the east side – 1 hour and 30 minutes from here.
Fortunately, this takes me out of the park and out of the west side. If the bathrooms worked, my plan was to go further into the west side – a bad idea.
As I finally approach the car, I am really in trouble. Should I take the car to some supermarket? Quick check shows it is closed for the night. It now must have been around midnight.
I think of another place, but it occurs to me that traveling in the car, I might not make it.
Decide to try to go to the east side, 30 more minutes to a place that has the porty potty. This has the added benefit that I can run, which helps control the urge to go.
I make it there. My fear that it too has been close is unfounded – it is open. Huge relief.
My dad calls me, but I can’t answer the call at this time. I message him later that I am fine and I plan to be back in the morning.
Here I decide to pace from the car to the 30 min place on the east side for the rest of the night.
As I am walking back, I see a helicopter, but it seems to not be leaving my vicinity. It is making loops on my right side. What is it doing? Will it land and they take me away?
It leaves eventually after like 5-10 loops and it occurs to me that maybe it is a message from the good guys to make loops here, just as I thought, because it is safe.
I left my half empty water bottle in the car, and I am getting thirsty. It was 80F during the day, but it must be around 70F now and falling. The bottle only holds 16 oz, so I have been taking slow sips.
I finish it when I get back to the car.
It is around 1:30 am now and I have a problem. Even in the cool air, I am sweating continually, have no water and have about 4 hours of walk time left. What should I do?
I remember seeing a water fountain 1 hour into the east side, but it seemed dirty and I am unsure if it works.
Make the walk there, getting really thirsty and begging that it would work. When I get there, it is broken and it doesn’t seem like it ever worked – if even it was a water fountain.
I am distraught. Tell myself, I can make it, it is only several hours, and I am in cool air. I plan to return to the 30 min place and sit at one of the benches. By now I have been walking 8 hours and have over 60k steps in for the night.
As I walk back, I carefully scan each building looking for any faucets, in the darkness. I continue doing this for the 30 min place. At the end, I find a water fountain. I don’t recall seeing it ever on my walks. It is on a wall of a small building and it looks clean. I press the button and water comes out. A life saver.
The water is warm, but that cannot be helped. Taking a drink, I get a pang of nausea. Would I be able to keep this water down? The night proved that I could.
I sit down at a bench. It is well lit here, next to a canal lock. My legs need resting. I plan for 15-30 minutes, but later with God’s request I stay there until 4:45am, several hours.
Start thinking about writing this story there. The street across from this location is usually busy during the day, but there are no cars now. The trail will not have a passerby until about 4am.
I know that sunrise is at 5:30am so dawn will be at about 5am.
I sit there thinking. What am I gaining doing this?
Jesus is known to have spent entire nights praying all by himself and that might have been a key to his success. God once told our church to try to pray in the middle of the night for more effect.
Staying up through the night has some benefit spiritually. But later God tells me the important part is obeying him.
I sit there, resting, thinking and killing an occasional mosquito.
At around 4:40am, I start to see some signs of sky discoloration. I get up and start to make the 30 min walk to the car. I plan on being home by sunrise.
The first few steps are brutal. I have created a skin abrasion on my inner legs from walking and the strides hurt like hell now. But repositioning my pants and taking more steps the pain goes away.
As I make the 30 min walk to the car, I start to see real lights. After a long dark night, the beginning of the morning brings me joy.
I reminded of the Bible verse: Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
While I was not crying (it does make me though now thinking about it), the sun left me on one side, and I stood awake to see it coming from the other. An unusual feat.
The rest was gravy.
Will I do it again? Maybe it depends on the call.
In the 24-hour period, my watch counted almost exactly 80k steps.
Alone
I am seeing signs that my parents are gone. The ones with me are well, I don’t know, clones or Ciakharr (alien reptilian race that can live as humans). They may have really died that night I wrote about. I believe it is in the post that I have linked above.
This will still work if they were in 3D and I was in 4D, they could have still had an influence here.
They were very good protectors. Very good. Now I worry what the ones living with me can do. Can they kick me out? I think about that.
But there are bigger things in play. They are being controlled by someone and that someone I think is on my side. God is too.
Back to the Therapist
What if the therapist died too? What if her asks of me to stop coming are really her trying to get me to dig in and stay. This could be a psyop, but I don’t know what she gains right now. I would save a lot of money if I would stop seeing her. Her benefits – small maybe, but I am not sure. I will consider this again.