One of the most consequential nights in years (if it is true and I think it is) happened a year ago. I was sure I wrote about it but as I look back at my posts I have not. I mentioned some pieces of it in this post in July 2025. (The Longest Night)
It happened in April 2025. I can confirm it because it was during that time that I had tried to stop taking my medication – the olanzapine one. I kept a log of my symptoms, and they were total loss of appetite and nausea when attempting to eat – so setting me up for rapid weight loss.
God asked me to stop taking the drug and go cold turkey. An improvement when off it was clearer thinking, but I also started to not sleep through the night which just does not happen on the drug.
At that time, I started to get unusual thoughts that for the world to be saved I needed to have my first girlfriend – a date. This I never had as my angels provided for my sexual needs for decades.
For some reason my thoughts turned to my female therapist. There was no attraction for me to her. The previous one there was sexual energy, but she was asexual.
I wanted to stop seeing her several times and even discussed this with her on an occasion, but God would not let me. The mandatory period of seeing the therapist had expired – I had to see one for a year after my psych hospitalization – the rule.
So, the pressure to have a date was purely to save the world.
During this time, and as mentioned in The Longest Night, I tried a trick to bring people’s energies into me. I felt that that should be the start. I imagined myself in the therapist’s office, with her, and channeled her energy into me. The result was surprising and shocking and had me thinking that things could get serious – so I gave that up.
The Night
At this time, I was probably a week off the drug. As I was in bed at night, a man’s figure, God appeared and said that bodies would pile up in my bedroom and that I may have to throw them out of my window.
I got a sense that I was in my eternity – forever living in this house and property. And the bodies would just pile up.
Then I decided to do my sex-from-a-distance that night.
This is where my angels connect me with bodies over distance and I get to date with them.
I think I chose the therapist. Tonight was unusual in the sense that my dates almost always happen during the day. But this was at night.
As I started dating her, I felt something that I had never before. I felt her heart and that she had fear.
As I proceeded with her, dating, I don’t think that I had come yet, but I realized something also happening for the first time. She had died. When you are touching a body, especially energetically you just know when it deenergizes and the spirit is no longer there.
I was stunned.
But I needed a come to happen. This was important because I could not fail at this. The ramifications could be bad.
So, I was determined to have a come happen and continued to date her.
I read previously that an angel said that the saints are still influenced by their bodies after their passing. There still remains a connection to their bodies.
Was able to have a come and this only happens with the other person coming first – her organism – after her passing in her corpse.
I was told that she had gone to hell. And later I felt the flames.
I had an appointment with her in a couple of days, and I was sure that she would not be there.
The Next Person
The night continued. There would be another person. Probably another date – but this one I did not feel passing but she did.
But I was told it was my aunt on my mother’s side. I saw a green aura – hers and that confirmed to me that it was her because the aura was special and so was she.
I was being told that with this much death we were going to make it into the news. I was sure of it the next morning.
Parents
Next was going to be my parents. Here is where I was like I can’t do it. They were supposed to die.
I didn’t do anything.
As I lay there in my bed, the next memory that I have is looking through my closed door, to my mother’s bedroom and there sitting by her bedside was my dad, in astral form, crying with his legs crossed.
Then came the voices telling me not to let him escape. So, as I was following their suggestions, at some point I saw a limb of my dad’s near me – also in astral form.
That was the last time that I remember seeing him.
For some reason I believed that my mother had also died, but only recently (a year later) I was told she had not – she was not a clone.
So, this was surely going to make it into the news tomorrow.
I went to sleep.
Still There
Woke up tomorrow and both my parents were their usual selves.
It took me a while, but I believe that my dad, aunt and therapist had died that night. I saw things, like dad in astral form and the limb disconnect – that can only be explained as real. Felt the therapist die.
Went to the appointment and the therapist was there. But I was told that she was far away.
She started to remind me of the time that we had discussed stopping seeing her and was I ready to do it now? No, I told her, I am coming off my drug and going through major life changes, and I think it would be important to continue seeing her.
She would repeat this on the next appointment. This was highly unusual. Something happened that made her want to stop seeing me. But I still believe it was her clone saying this – so this complicates things. But it makes sense either way.
She recommended that I see a nurse to discuss stopping the drug. I told her I would schedule a psychiatrist appointment and I did. Before the appointment I started to take the drug and the discussion with the psychiatrist went well.
What Happened
I think that at least two people died that night. Definitely my dad and possibly my therapist. If they did, the only explanation why they were alive the next morning was because they were cloned. Their bodies were beamed out and clones beamed in (Star Trek style). Earth has that beaming technology today.
Maybe this was anticipated and the clones were ready for that night.
Even today I wonder why did they have to die? Why the therapist? I was told that the reason is bad and that I would have to wait for the answer when I am ready.
Move
In about a half-a-year later, I would move unexpectedly and that meant that they could no longer see me and I was discharged from the clinic.
Today I no longer see a therapist, just a psych.
But two, even three people went to hell that night. I feel sorry for them. This will be forever.