January
I decided to revisit my interest in penis enlargement. I went to pegym.com, which had since become biohacker.com. I created a new account under the name Casino_400 and began participating in the forums. I shared my story, including my experience with psychosis and how I had initially discovered pegym.com at the age of 18 but hadn’t consistently followed through with the exercises. I quickly accumulated reputation points, and some members likely found my posts helpful. One night, I took and posted pictures of my penis in both its flaccid and erect states, with a ruler for scale, on the forum.
I contracted Covid and, while ill, attempted to resume my penis enlargement exercises. However, my progress wasn’t the same as before, due to both the effects of Covid and my ongoing recovery from psychosis. I was unable to work for a week.
While browsing the biohacker.com forums (formerly pegym.com), I contacted one of the site’s administrators, known as Big Al. He had authored a book on penis enlargement, which I had downloaded and read. He wore glasses, which coincidentally led me to discover endmyopia.org, a website claiming to improve vision through exercises. I wondered if I would eventually need such a resource. I shared the endmyopia.org link with Big Al, which resulted in me being banned from Biohacker for “spam”—specifically, sharing paid content without authorization.
February
On February 24, 2022, Russia launched a large-scale invasion of Ukraine, significantly escalating the ongoing conflict that had begun in 2014. This invasion, the largest military conflict in Europe since World War II, has led to a high number of military casualties and tens of thousands of civilian deaths in Ukraine.
May
My grandfather from Split started experiencing dementia and had to be placed in a nursing home. As a result, there was no one available to care for Uncle Benny, so he moved to Zagreb to live with my dad.
I continued to struggle with suicidal thoughts and a sense of meaninglessness while working. I also developed a suspicion that my coworkers were part of the Illuminati, based on a specific incident. Ray and other colleagues had teased another coworker about his Instagram photos. This colleague had apparently posted a picture of himself posing in a way that suggested he was covering his groin area. Seeing this, I was reminded of an incident at a gay beach where a fisherman had wanted to take my picture while I was covering myself. I became paranoid, believing that everyone knew about that situation and that the teasing was actually directed at me.
I spoke with my bosses, telling them I was considering quitting, but that I would continue working for as long as possible. I did not disclose my health issues to them.
June
I began to feel increasingly restless at work. Ironically, despite this restlessness, I consistently finished last because I was assigned more challenging tasks than my colleagues. This was frustrating, and I once confronted Ray, who always finished first. He then attempted to deflect attention from himself by talking about other colleagues who finished between us. During a particularly demanding week, work had to be postponed until the following day. Ray and several others subsequently took sick leave, leaving me alone with the student workers who now comprised the majority of the team. I was thrust into a leadership position, which I felt unprepared for. The person who printed the work orders instructed me that we needed to complete the previous day’s work, followed by the second and third parts of the current day’s assignment. My concentration was poor, and I felt uncertain. I couldn’t recall the instructions I had been given. I sent a student to clarify the work order. Somehow, I managed to get through the night and went to sleep in the morning. I woke up late on Friday afternoon, June 10th, and just before my shift, I decided I couldn’t face work. I needed to escape the situation. I called one of my bosses and told him I was quitting. He accepted my resignation and instructed me to contact another boss on Monday to formally complete the process. It was Monday morning, June 13th, and I had been unable to sleep the entire night. I called another boss around 8 a.m., and he expressed his disappointment with my decision to quit. He told me I was leaving right before the start of the summer season, as if I were abandoning him. His tone carried a hint of repressed anger. He sarcastically thanked me and suggested it would be best if I didn’t seek employment elsewhere. Finally, he stated that his lawyer would be in touch with me.
My restlessness intensified to the point that I emailed Dr. Lucy, describing my current situation. She responded promptly and offered comfort.
July
I was unemployed that summer and wanted to take some time to recover before looking for another job. Ava invited me to the beach, and we swam naked again. However, it didn’t feel the same as before. I was restless while sunbathing with her, constantly anticipating problems. I felt that Ava was a magnet for trouble, considering what had happened to her ex-husband (he was assaulted) and the numerous conflicts she had experienced. After all, my first encounter with her was during a dispute she had with a woman who came to the beach and took her spot.
July’s heat had warmed the sea to a comfortable 82 degrees Fahrenheit. Knowing my preference for warm water, Ava invited me to the beach again. However, I declined. I also found it ironic that a tourist destination like Split lacked an official nudist beach, yet had three designated dog beaches.
I traveled to Zagreb to visit my father and my uncle Benny. I had an idea to produce compost soil using earthworms and shared it with my father, who thought it was a great concept. Dr. Lucy was also enthusiastic and supportive when I discussed it with her during therapy. However, while out for drinks with Uncle Benny, he realistically pointed out the risks involved in the compost project, emphasizing the time and financial investment required.
One afternoon, while I was in Rakitje, I was messaging Ava on WhatsApp. She was at the beach and sent me a photo of about six or seven naked men occupying her usual spot, while she was on the other side. I assumed they were gay, as Kašjuni beach was known for its seclusion and was often frequented by gay men. Ava captioned the photo “Snowflake and 7 gays,” and told me they were acting cocky and possessive about their spot. Perhaps due to my own frustration at not being there with her, or perhaps because I doubted I would have defended her, I sent her a message saying, “Who knows what the hell you do while you’re on the beach, I bet those ‘gays’ took turns on you!” She immediately replied, “I’m going to block you, don’t ever call me again!” I regretted my words and even asked Uncle Benny if I had gone too far. He told me that I had essentially called her a slut, and that her anger was completely understandable.
August
While researching archons, I found a Facebook post from April 9, 2014, on a page called “Divine Pollination.” The caption accompanying the post explained that the clip showed how archons gain control of human souls at or before death by manipulating individuals into agreements. The post claimed archons have no real power beyond this manipulation, their goal being to capture souls and feed on them within the reincarnation cycle.
Additionally, the text explained how to escape reincarnation on Earth. It read: “The Master said: James, listen, I will show you the path to your salvation. When you face challenges and feel great fear, many Archons may come after you, believing they can capture you. Three of them will approach, disguising themselves as ‘toll collectors.’ They will demand a fee, but their true intent is to steal souls.
The text continues by explaining that when you fall under their control, one of them, who is the leader, will ask: “Who are you, and where do you come from?”
In response, you should reply, “I am a child of humanity, and I come from the Source.”
Then, the leader will question, “What kind of child are you, and which Source do you belong to?”
You should answer, “I am from the Source of pre-existence, and I am the descendant of the Source.”
The text further explains that the overseer will ask, “Why were you sent away from the Source?”
In response, you should say, “I came from the pre-existent One to witness both those of my kind and those who are alien.”
They will then ask, “Who are these alien beings?”
You should reply, “They are not fully alien, for they come from the Fallen Sophia (Achamoth), the female divinity who created them when she descended with the human race from the Source, the realm of the Pre-Existent One. So, they are not truly alien; they are our relatives.
These beings are indeed like that because their origin, Sophia Achamoth, comes from the Source. However, they are also considered alien because, unlike in the Source where Sophia was united with her divine male counterpart, she did not combine with him when she brought them into existence.
When he asks you, “Where are you going now?” you should reply, “I am returning to the place from which I came, the Source.”
If you answer in this manner, you will be able to evade their assaults.
I wrote down this dialogue on paper, thinking it might help if I ever die and need to avoid reincarnation. I tried memorizing it, but I struggled with remembering the part about Sophia Achamoth.
I watched videos by Mark Braun where he discussed death. He mentioned that if you die, you could use “ley-lines” to fly, but eventually, they’d catch you. The solution, he said, is to enter the darkness, focus your consciousness inward into your heart, and say, “Take me home.”
While researching the Bible, I came across a website called letgodbetrue.com. I appreciated how it analyzed each verse from Proverbs. One of the analyses mentioned that we should obey the God of Solomon. I read this in my room, and then it suggested that I should kneel at that moment. I followed the advice and knelt to thank the God of Solomon.
I was reading the biblical analysis of Proverbs 6:18, which states: “A heart that plans wicked things, feet that quickly run to do evil, a false witness who spreads lies, and someone who stirs up conflict among others.”
I hadn’t smoked cigarettes for 10 months, but the urge to smoke was strong. I felt ashamed of my instincts. Eventually, I asked Uncle Benny for cigarettes and went outside to smoke. I felt weak, as though I was giving in to temptation. However, since then, I began thanking the God of Solomon for various things. I would cross myself and say, “Thank you, God of Solomon, for protecting me during the car accident while I was on drugs, while I was driving high toward Slovenia, when I almost fell onto a tree at the beach, and when I didn’t go blind staring at the sun at 10-11 in the morning,” and more.
The website letgodbetrue.com had some intriguing statements. One said that Song of Songs 8:3 describes the best sex position, with the verse reading: “His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.” Another statement claimed that by eating the forbidden fruit, Adam and Eve caused 150 billion children to enter a damned state. I interpreted this to mean that it referred to the total number of people who have lived and will live on Earth.
I came up with an idea for a new drink and proposed it to Coca-Cola. Since I liked how Coca-Cola tasted when it lost its carbonation, I thought they might be interested in my idea, and it would make me a lot of money. I envisioned the drink with two silver ribbons on the label and named it “Coca-Cola Silver.” However, they told me they couldn’t make it happen, though they appreciated me sharing the idea with them.
Shortly after I sent my email, a new product appeared in our warehouse and on the market. It was decaffeinated Coca-Cola. It did have two ribbons on the label, but they were bronze instead of silver. This felt like another sign of the Illuminati’s influence.
The next sign I noticed was when Heineken launched a new product called “Heineken Silver.”
September
I decided I wanted to become a plumber like Mark Braun. I thought it would be great to record my work and share it on YouTube. To make filming easier, I bought a head- mounted camera, which allowed me to be “hands-free” and use both hands while working. Unlike Mark Braun, who filmed with his phone and had to use one hand, I figured this would be a better option.
October
One Friday morning, I met one of my father’s friends who knew a plumber. We went to Zagreb together to do some plumbing work. I used a jackhammer to drill passages for the pipes, and then we installed a few pipes in the area.
On Saturday, I called the plumber to ask if he wanted me to work on Monday. He told me that he had found another apprentice to work with him and his father, so I wouldn’t be working with him anymore. I shared this with uncle Benny, and he thought it was unfair that the plumber only reached out to me when he needed extra help. Apparently, the new apprentice and his father had already been introduced a few days before.
November
I decided to translate the videos on my YouTube channel into various languages, organizing them into playlists for each language. At the same time, I stopped my sessions with Dr. Lucy because they had become repetitive, and I lost interest.
December
My father’s cousin offered me a job at a bakery in Zagreb. I was hired at their factory and signed the contract around the same time the world’s population reached 8 billion. My job involved standing by the conveyor belt and monitoring the quality of the dough. The first few days were easy, but I eventually made some mistakes, and the shift supervisor yelled at me from across the conveyor belt. The factory employed both men and women.
Alternating between morning (6 a.m. to 2 p.m.) and evening (2 p.m. to 10 p.m.) shifts made it difficult for me to adjust my sleep schedule. On morning shift weeks, I struggled to wake up at 4 a.m., even though I went to bed around 8 or 9 p.m. I’d often wake up an hour later, still feeling groggy. I even had some unsettling dreams about being on a conveyor belt with endless dough, waking up in a slight panic before realizing it was just a dream. The 12-mile drive to work at 5 a.m. was also a challenge. The empty, quiet roads of Zagreb made me drowsy, and I had to fight to stay awake behind the wheel.
Thankfully, I never actually fell asleep while driving.
@Limbo 
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