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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2025 5:03 pm
History” are a great adventure, a journey, a path – an electronic path. You open a page, read, and you connect to it, and you won’t leave this multiverse until you’ve lived through it. Then it lets you go, and you move on, reading further – it’s incredible. And your entire soul, consciousness, spirit, or whatever you call it – it all gets refined.
And in my assumptions, even if we take this literally – though it’s quite possible that this is all some kind of sacred language again – when could I die? The first option is before September 12, 2024, because I am 33 years old if we refer to the fact that I am 33. The second option is December 25, because for me, it’s like death, like birth – everyone was born on December 25. And the third option is in March. Why? Because suppose that by September 12, I don’t die and I figure everything out by December 25 – there will be this solstice, exactly the 360th day, 360 degrees, which is very important to me. And I will become someone else, maybe God in the flesh, but still, as if it’s some kind of final loading phase. And I will remain in this state, physically still in this solid plane, in the world of people, until March, and in March, I will die, or be killed, or fall ill, or something will happen around the period of the solar eclipse that should take place at the end of March. And then I will have to resurrect as a sign so that everyone understands that this resurrection has come. Again, how much of this is physically literal or sacred, I don’t know. But what I am completely convinced of is that everything is an illusion, and multiverses are real. As of today, I do not experience a single percent of fear of death, nor do I think about it, worry about it, or prepare for it in any way – no. It’s as if nothing even happened. But while I was in these illusions of death for a couple of days, in the Spirit of Death, so to speak – well, not just a couple of days, but many days – it still felt like each day was a year or two, as if time was experienced completely differently, as if I had only just returned. Only now can I even begin to express all of this. Only now have I digested it all. So, all this time, some kind of transformation, some kind of mutation was happening. And now I am here again. So I don’t know what comes next.
But from the latest, I began to value even more all the signs from childhood that were given to me: every time I heard a voice, and how this voice told me that if I led the wrong way of life, then it would no longer be able to communicate with me. And that’s why this voice forbade me to build relationships,
And in my assumptions, even if we take this literally – though it’s quite possible that this is all some kind of sacred language again – when could I die? The first option is before September 12, 2024, because I am 33 years old if we refer to the fact that I am 33. The second option is December 25, because for me, it’s like death, like birth – everyone was born on December 25. And the third option is in March. Why? Because suppose that by September 12, I don’t die and I figure everything out by December 25 – there will be this solstice, exactly the 360th day, 360 degrees, which is very important to me. And I will become someone else, maybe God in the flesh, but still, as if it’s some kind of final loading phase. And I will remain in this state, physically still in this solid plane, in the world of people, until March, and in March, I will die, or be killed, or fall ill, or something will happen around the period of the solar eclipse that should take place at the end of March. And then I will have to resurrect as a sign so that everyone understands that this resurrection has come. Again, how much of this is physically literal or sacred, I don’t know. But what I am completely convinced of is that everything is an illusion, and multiverses are real. As of today, I do not experience a single percent of fear of death, nor do I think about it, worry about it, or prepare for it in any way – no. It’s as if nothing even happened. But while I was in these illusions of death for a couple of days, in the Spirit of Death, so to speak – well, not just a couple of days, but many days – it still felt like each day was a year or two, as if time was experienced completely differently, as if I had only just returned. Only now can I even begin to express all of this. Only now have I digested it all. So, all this time, some kind of transformation, some kind of mutation was happening. And now I am here again. So I don’t know what comes next.
But from the latest, I began to value even more all the signs from childhood that were given to me: every time I heard a voice, and how this voice told me that if I led the wrong way of life, then it would no longer be able to communicate with me. And that’s why this voice forbade me to build relationships,