Opening the Channels of Perception
June 13, 2024. The night felt endless. Sleep was a fleeting hope as waves of something indescribable pulsed through me. They weren’t thoughts or dreams, but something far more profound—constant streams of information, vibrations, or frequencies. It was as if my brain was being filled with an unseen energy, each surge pushing the limits of my understanding. Even now, as I write this, I can hear them: frequencies rising and falling, a symphony of sound without a source, endlessly intruding into the quiet of the night. High, low, erratic, persistent. It’s maddening at times, a relentless presence that refuses to let me rest. At night, I feel watched. Stared at, analyzed. Sometimes I catch fleeting glimpses of something—someone—before they fade into the shadows. GOD, I love you. Yet, in these moments of discomfort, clarity bursts through. I see you, God. Only I saw? Saw you. Read you. Realized I was part of something greater—a vast system of observation, and I had somehow captured a piece ...