My LIfe: Believe it or Not
The Games Never End
The games never end. It’s not supposed to end. I am supposed to die. But I don’t die and the games never end. Meanwhile, my children and I live without friends and family in a matrix meant to make us sick, insignificant or just die.
It was Easter 2017 in Düsseldorf, Germany. I was invited to take part in a strange Easter fight for your soul game. I had to leave the apartment I shared with my children and their father to stay in the small studio owned by my father-in-law, just a few blocks away.
The game was this: I had ten days to figure out what I could eat, survive and fly. Every night I had to try to fly. Somehow Julian Assange’s asylum status was tied into this game. If I lost the connection to my pineal, pituitary and hypothalamus muscles in the brain — the pursuit of Julian Assange would be intensified. I had to win but I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know what to eat because no matter what I ate, I would become bloated and unable to use the toilet. I tried eating vegetables like cucumbers, various fruits; my father-in-law suggested 37% whole wheat bread. Sometimes I would forget that things like pizzas were dangerous and that it would cause major inflammation throughout my body but I would eat it because I couldn’t fight my mind (now out of my control), which kept running images of pizza. The next day the sky would be cloudy. It rained on Easter Friday. At night I thought my heart would collapse as the vagus nerve squeezed it shut. I would fall asleep after doing a bit of yoga. I used to think, “That’s it. I will die tonight.”
Too soon, the evening of Easter Sunday arrived. I had spent fourteen hours jogging around the city. The matrix (my environment) was shifting around me. Everything started to look like a video game. Some people began to look like blank robots (different from clones). I went back to the studio. I think I sat down but felt that I was being choked, as if a thousand invisible bodies were on top of me. I got up and ran out of the house. “We’re in a video game,” was my thought.
I ran to the park. My legs ached from running but if I stood still I would suffocate. I thought of Mohammed and tried to find a cave. I found refuge beneath a tree but it didn’t last even seconds because I felt suffocated. I ran out onto the green grass of the Hofgarten and fell. I looked up at the stars, the beauty lasted only for a few seconds because I was being choked again.
I got up and kept running. I thought to run to the Rhine river. As I was running there, a particular man on a bicycle would ride by me and then disappear. I felt weaker. He had jumped into me. He was just an energy body, his physical body was laying somewhere else. He or others like him would come again and again. I kept running. What made me sad about him was that he was a clone, he didn’t have any choice in what he was doing to me. I ran back to the Hofgarten where I saw a group of men, not clones, who were laughing and having a good time. They also disappeared. I didn’t think about where they went. I kept running. Like every night I had to try and empty my bowels. I went back to the studio to use the toilet but it felt worse to be indoors. I ran back outside. Somehow I knew not to be on the grid, where computer projections were easier. I ran back to the park, where there were energy bodies. I just kept moving. I didn’t think about flying. I just thought about staying alive, my kids and Julian Assange (the last vestige of the free world trying desperately to expose the infinite war plans).
I went back to the apartment where I usually lived to pick up my bike. I rode my bike. It was not easy. I was losing balance. I returned to the park. I found some trees by which to relieve myself. I felt humiliated because I knew I was being watched. I kept going. I would not let humiliation become their weapon.
Through constant movement, I made it to sunrise. There was a brief moment when I fell from my bike and I felt the support of an angel. Was it Stephen Hawking?
In the end, I was alive and Julian Assange (although not free) but still safe in the asylum. I went to check on my kids. They were off to school. Like an idiot, I didn’t know what to eat again. I was so hungry. I ate dark bread with parmigiana cheese.
Lola called soon after to laugh. She knew about my humiliation in the park. Her laughter was always frightening. I put up with it. I didn’t realize that I had a choice.
Easter Monday. I returned home. Still alive but could not fly. I went jogging again. Everything still looked mechanical, large ships on the Rhine were just props. This time I kept seeing a woman dressed in all black appearing and disappearing. The disappearing man on the bicycle was also there. They were guards to prevent one from leaving the Matrix. They were jumping into me but because I had the strength of infinite Godzilas, the cosmos, and the help of angels — I was still alive.
It is 2019. Much more has happened since then but now I have more love in my life. We will make it.
