personal journey

⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

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Living with multiple sclerosis has changed more than just my physical health it has altered how I perceive the world itself. Over time, I’ve learned to distinguish between neurological visual disturbances and something far more complex. From small, cube-like shapes to large, intricate forms, and even unexplained orbs captured on infrared camera, this journey raises a deeper question: are these simply symptoms, or glimpses of something beyond our current understanding?

Good morning fellow humanoids, or is it afternoon or evening wherever you read this? I trust that everybody has had a good weekend as you can have. Yes, it has been quite an eye-opener this weekend. Yes, there has been more things seen of the nature of non-neurological things I might add. I have decided that I can tell the difference between the shapes that my mind produces with the MS. It is quite weird. And they are small cubes or small dark squares. I would say the size of a furry speed dice from the old 1970s that they used to have in cars.

The other liminal shapes that I see are much bigger and of a grander scale, and they are more intricate. And I believe those to be of non-human form. And I believe these are not caused by my multiple sclerosis, or any condition that I have. I have been researching this for a while now and have been comparing the things that I have been seeing. So yes, I do see some things that are to do with the MS. I see these weird small furry square dice type black squares. It's hard to describe really when you see them, but I see them now and again.

But another startling revelation. Yes, we were watching using our IR camera and we have been recording orbs, white orbs, and yesterday we captured a white orb and then we captured something very strange indeed. We captured what seemed to be not an orb but what seemed to be shaped like a cylinder or a ruler and it seemed to sort of weave its way across the room. Not just I saw this so did Albertine as well and it's on film and I will post these films.

Many years ago i was doing a live broadcast or a live podcast and i was chatting to viper and i was showing him live the orbs and he could not quite believe it. And then he saw the shape of the person in the van as well yes we have seen some quite unbelievable strange things over the years and i do have witnesses for quite a lot of these things that have been seen. That is why i am still trying to make people understand that. MS and what i see. And what i can do are different and that there is a marked plane difference but certain people and certain things cannot understand this.

But as ever there are people who say it's fake film, you're making it up. Well, when you see these things like I have, like Albertine has, like even Viper, you come to realise that things are not quite what they seem. So yes, I've been going through this battle for many, many years trying to find out what is truly going on with me and I have reached some startling conclusions.

I am not going mad. I am not insane. I believe that what I am seeing is from beyond the veil, so to speak. Yes, I know some people might think it is madness, but a lot of people might not. Maybe people with chronic illnesses or brain injuries can see things that people cannot either see because our brains have been fucked with. My brain is really bad. When I saw the MRI scan of my brain and the doctor said to me I don't know how you function. And i just sort of looked at him and said well it's just you've got to carry on you never give up. That's the thing you go through the pain you go through the stress you go through the mental torture you go through this. Undescribable life change and it changes you and it changes the way you think and the things you do and who you are and it truly makes you take stock of your life. And of all the people in your life it truly changes you.

In fact, it will change you beyond anything that you would have thought. I am not the same person I used to be. It's changed me. People don't even recognize me. People have said I have completely 110% changed. Yes, karma. Am I? I'm not as mad. I'm not as weird. I'm not as eccentric. But that's just me. Just being quiet. not shouting out very loudly. But I digress from my original point. So there have been orbs and what have been called rods. That's something that was seen in South America in caves. And I have seen rods before using infrared and that was quite astounding as well. So, I have come to the conclusion that we do not live alone on this big blue marble, that there are many dimensions, that there are many unseen races of people, or things we do not quite yet understand, to think that we are the only sentient people is rather weird and mad, really, isn't it? it just blows my mind sometimes.. adjusts tin foil hat lol

Still wishing you all out there peace, healing, love and light no matter who or whatever you are. Have a most fantastic week ahead.

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

As I look out the window, the hail is hammering the glass like nature’s own gang of thugs with ice-cubes. Each impact rattles through the room, echoing the storm going on inside my head. The concrete outside is now polka-dotted with white splats, like some deranged pastry chef has been at it. Above, thick, dark clouds are parked overhead, glaring down at me with all the charm of a nightclub bouncer at closing time. They’re not moving. They’re just there giving me the big “FU” while the sun tries to photobomb from behind them, throwing out an oddly warm glow.

Normally, I’m colder than a fish finger left at the back of the freezer. My hands are like small icebergs, my circulation having given up years ago. But somehow, in this moment, I actually feel a bit of warmth. Weird, right? My throat and neck, on the other hand, are throwing a tantrum that familiar strangulation feeling wrapping around the right side of my throat and Adam’s apple. Lucky me, it’s only a half-strangle today. Always a silver lining.

The top left of my head is doing its usual numb, pins-and-needles number, and the background soundtrack is a hellish lift music loop from the underworld. Perfect timing too because Rob Zombie just started blasting from my PC, in German of all things. It’s like being trapped inside a very confused nightclub. My hands are blocks of ice, typing slower than dial-up internet, but here we are.

When the Wall Hits Back

Years ago, in a particularly bad storm of frustration, I headbutted a wall. And yes, the wall won. Knocked myself out cold. Not my proudest moment, but it did force me to confront a few things I’d buried. Mental health wasn’t a conversation it was a brick wall. Literally.

I felt completely misunderstood, like shouting into a void where nobody bothers to echo back. The only reason I got through it was because of my partner 42 years together and tougher than steel. We went through hell side by side, piecing my brain back together over five long years. Eventually, I realised what was gnawing at me: PTSD. Once I called it by its name, I could finally start wrestling it properly.

The Pain People Don’t See

Physical pain and mental pain love to hold hands; they’re like a toxic couple that won’t break up. People see the wheelchair, they see the physical stuff, but they don’t get the soundtrack in my head, the weird sensations, the pressure, the fading memory.

I always tell people: go to your GP or a mental health professional. Get help. Don’t do what I did. My route was raw, brutal, and not for the faint-hearted. I’m a proud disabled man who’s learned to embrace his Marmite nature you’ll love me or hate me, but I’m not hiding anymore.

I’ve spoken to the ghost in the machine. It told me I’ve got purpose, and I bloody well believe it.

The Present Storm

The hail is still bashing the windows. Yopi the dog has just let one rip, and I’ve remembered to stop breathing through my nose. The little things keep me grounded. My memory’s slipping more these days, the right side of my head feels like it’s stuffed with wet sand, but I keep rolling.

Every journey in my powerchair is a trip into the unknown. Sometimes it’s chaos, sometimes it’s peace, usually it’s somewhere awkwardly in between. But I’m still here. Still moving. Still me.

Afternoon AI

Today’s weather forecast: 90% chance of hail, 100% chance of existential commentary, with occasional German industrial metal.

I write in ink and fury, in breath and broken bone.
Through storm and silence, I survive. That is the crime and the miracle.

𒀭𒊩𒆳 ᚹᚨᚱᛚᛟᚲ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ ✦ 𒀭𒊩𒆳 ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺᛖᚱ ᚨᛗᛟᚾᚷ ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺᛖᚱᛋ

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