DutchGreen
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I have been possessed since Octobre 2020.
Right before USA elections.
I had gone on a anti-biden rant online, saying the usual allegations everywhere I could.
I was doing just fine, until I posted a mass execution by the CCP on YT.
My devices were hacked on the same day, all disconected from the internet.
My family’s devices were still performing as usual. Electronics started acting weird when I was around from the start, so did my cat.
I was made to feel like I would be hunted down by humans, so I amused them and took the challenge. No one ever showed up.
I waited with knifes everywhere in my home.
Carrying one wherever I went.
I wasn’t thinking I was invincible, I simply didn’t care that much about dying as much as having to do it with family.
It was long after that they made it obvious something else was going on. I was actually under the impression these were humans messing with me until it started ‘triggering’ me.
It started doing this with electronics.
My idiotic host noticed and did nothing, he welcomed the thought of us trying him, he did/does think himself invincible.
We literally indoctrinated him while having him rant on china. The hilarity, continue.
It gave me quests. Long ones, epic ones, exciting ones. Even loving ones, all I’m made to forget. But let’s skip the quests, that’s how I lost myself.
It pretended to be my friend, it pretended to be my lover, it pretended to be family members and old friends who are still alive. All woven into the story.
It gave me illusions, flashbacks and most mind-breaking of all, memories of different ‘timelimes’.
The memories were the scariest.
They were of me dying.
My host assumed it was about us leaving him.
We would never leave him.
He is ours.
We are his.
Find our way dear sheeple, regard our savior for (name I didn’t know but didn’t want to share because of resemblance).
What ‘I said’ about me thinking I have memories of them leaving me is true.
They did not leave me though.
They simply left my body.
It felt exhilarating.
I felt shame, embarrassment, guilt all so intense I can’t even describe it.
I do not remember the entire process like ‘I’ stated before, but the puzzle is constantly changing in my life, in some comforting ways it stays the same.
We were very different.
He calls for violence but does not remember what we have already afflicted on him.
Call it a saving grace that all we needed was trauma this time.
His trauma started at age 3 (uncle got shot for his car by a little child, I saw his body but don’t remember anything from Brazil ever since I arrived in The Netherlands at age 4 but the language) and at age 9 I decided 12 was my favourite number.
Just sharing some random facts.
Had first spiritual experience at age 6 as a rational but still agnostic kid.
Had first meeting with actual demon at age 12-14.
It stabbed me in the back and belly in a game, I cried on my pillow.
Had first meeting with a being that displayed a physical body at age 17-18 while meditating and seemingly dozing off while remaining awake. Something tapped me on my shoulder while I was ‘sleeping’, I looked back, I saw a black entity.
Just as I saw it, I ‘woke up’ without opening my eyes and looking in the same direction.
Other experiences out of possession were just lights floating in a few very rare occasions when alone. Usually accompanied by a sense of euphoria.
I had one ‘out of body’ experience while playing a soccer match at around age 16. Instead of having my perspective it was as if I was watching moving pictures.
I am meant to believe they were pieces, but my demon has told me they were pictures and I trust it on this since I can vaguely remember.
It is hard to remember since I ‘consciously’ decided to forget it ever happened. It was too crazy for me to comprehend, even though I had parents who adopted spirituality in their childhood.
Crazy enough, this worked. I never remembered until not long ago.
Right before USA elections.
I had gone on a anti-biden rant online, saying the usual allegations everywhere I could.
I was doing just fine, until I posted a mass execution by the CCP on YT.
My devices were hacked on the same day, all disconected from the internet.
My family’s devices were still performing as usual. Electronics started acting weird when I was around from the start, so did my cat.
I was made to feel like I would be hunted down by humans, so I amused them and took the challenge. No one ever showed up.
I waited with knifes everywhere in my home.
Carrying one wherever I went.
I wasn’t thinking I was invincible, I simply didn’t care that much about dying as much as having to do it with family.
It was long after that they made it obvious something else was going on. I was actually under the impression these were humans messing with me until it started ‘triggering’ me.
It started doing this with electronics.
My idiotic host noticed and did nothing, he welcomed the thought of us trying him, he did/does think himself invincible.
We literally indoctrinated him while having him rant on china. The hilarity, continue.
It gave me quests. Long ones, epic ones, exciting ones. Even loving ones, all I’m made to forget. But let’s skip the quests, that’s how I lost myself.
It pretended to be my friend, it pretended to be my lover, it pretended to be family members and old friends who are still alive. All woven into the story.
It gave me illusions, flashbacks and most mind-breaking of all, memories of different ‘timelimes’.
The memories were the scariest.
They were of me dying.
My host assumed it was about us leaving him.
We would never leave him.
He is ours.
We are his.
Find our way dear sheeple, regard our savior for (name I didn’t know but didn’t want to share because of resemblance).
What ‘I said’ about me thinking I have memories of them leaving me is true.
They did not leave me though.
They simply left my body.
It felt exhilarating.
I felt shame, embarrassment, guilt all so intense I can’t even describe it.
I do not remember the entire process like ‘I’ stated before, but the puzzle is constantly changing in my life, in some comforting ways it stays the same.
We were very different.
He calls for violence but does not remember what we have already afflicted on him.
Call it a saving grace that all we needed was trauma this time.
His trauma started at age 3 (uncle got shot for his car by a little child, I saw his body but don’t remember anything from Brazil ever since I arrived in The Netherlands at age 4 but the language) and at age 9 I decided 12 was my favourite number.
Just sharing some random facts.
Had first spiritual experience at age 6 as a rational but still agnostic kid.
Had first meeting with actual demon at age 12-14.
It stabbed me in the back and belly in a game, I cried on my pillow.
Had first meeting with a being that displayed a physical body at age 17-18 while meditating and seemingly dozing off while remaining awake. Something tapped me on my shoulder while I was ‘sleeping’, I looked back, I saw a black entity.
Just as I saw it, I ‘woke up’ without opening my eyes and looking in the same direction.
Other experiences out of possession were just lights floating in a few very rare occasions when alone. Usually accompanied by a sense of euphoria.
I had one ‘out of body’ experience while playing a soccer match at around age 16. Instead of having my perspective it was as if I was watching moving pictures.
I am meant to believe they were pieces, but my demon has told me they were pictures and I trust it on this since I can vaguely remember.
It is hard to remember since I ‘consciously’ decided to forget it ever happened. It was too crazy for me to comprehend, even though I had parents who adopted spirituality in their childhood.
Crazy enough, this worked. I never remembered until not long ago.