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🎗️ This Blog is a space for honest conversations about my personal experiences with MS, mental health, and the weird paranormal, liminal, and everything in between. I’m not a doctor, therapist, or expert in the unexplained; I’m just someone sharing my story and offering solidarity. If you’re struggling, please reach out to a trusted friend, support group, or professional. And if the weird stuff sparks your curiosity, remember: stay open-minded, but always prioritise your well-being.🎗️

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🎙️ MY LIVING HELL — PODCAST EPISODE 3 IS HERE! 😈

This one goes down some very strange roads...

I talk about adoption, how people react when you tell them you have MS, trauma, being mentally tortured and beaten, being trafficked, and some of the very strange things I've experienced — blue and white orbs, liminal spaces and objects, voices, my past experiences as a psychic, a shadowy female figure that appeared to have a huge black panther with her, and the weird cats I've seen around the house.

And yes... I ramble.

Because apparently that's what happens when I enter the wonderful world of brain fog. 😂

It's raw. It's personal. It's sometimes dark. It's sometimes bloody strange.

But it's my experience and my story.

☠ Please take note of the trigger warning before listening. ☠

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.)
🎗️ This Is Not A Blog About MS This Is My Life With MS 🎗️

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🎗️ This Blog is a space for honest conversations about my personal experiences with MS, mental health, and the weird paranormal, liminal, and everything in between. I’m not a doctor, therapist, or expert in the unexplained; I’m just someone sharing my story and offering solidarity. If you’re struggling, please reach out to a trusted friend, support group, or professional. And if the weird stuff sparks your curiosity, remember: stay open-minded, but always prioritise your well-being.🎗️

please remember I suffer with severe cognitive dysfunction, and use AI to proof read and help solve this issue so you can understand it

Welcome to the first My Living Hell podcast episode 1.

The first My Living Hell podcast is finally here! I ramble about Multiple Sclerosis, life, personal experiences and whatever else wanders into the conversation. Raw, honest, occasionally dark and definitely not polished into oblivion.

☠ Please take note of the trigger warning before listening. ☠

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.)
🎗️ This Is Not A Blog About MS This Is My Life With MS 🎗️

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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.

Ultra-Terrestrials, Mad Warlocks, and the MS Brain Circus

Right, let’s get this on the slab no dressing it up. I’m the bloke with MS, a nervous system held together by sarcasm and antihistamines, and a life that’d make John Keel put his notebook down and just stare.

Some people get the polite version of “visions.” Me? I get the full biker warlock experience lights in the room, voices when it’s quiet, and presences that don’t bother knocking. The NHS calls that “neurological disturbance.” Keel would call it “a Tuesday.” And me? I call it a day ending in ‘y’.

Ever tried to tell a neurologist you’ve seen orbs, heard dead people giving football scores, or felt your whole body switch frequencies? You’ll get two things: a raised eyebrow and a heavier dose of whatever they’re flogging that week. Meanwhile, Keel’s out there talking about the Super spectrum entities and forces that make even UFOs seem like a safe bet. He reckoned these things wear whatever mask you’re most likely to believe. Alien, ghost, shadow man, or just “that weird feeling” before the migraine.

Now here’s where my MS flips the table: What if all this “seeing beyond the veil” isn’t just scrambled wiring? What if this autoimmunity, this broken barrier between body and world, actually makes you see more not less? What if being half-cooked in the brain department is the price for picking up transmissions the rest of the world is too bloody healthy to catch?

Some days, I think I’m a radio picking up dead air. Other days, I’m certain something’s tuning me in on purpose. Is it the medication? The chronic sleep deprivation? Or am I the Warlock Dark, forced to walk the line between spectral prank callers and full-blown cosmic interlopers?

Here’s what I know:

MS doesn’t just attack your body. It shreds your reality. John Keel was onto something when he said reality is porous sometimes too porous. You can’t “logic” your way out of a life like this. You survive it, document it, and tell the rest of the world to piss off if they can’t handle it.

People with MS or chronic illness are told, “It’s just in your mind.” Well, maybe that’s where the bleeding edges of the universe show up. Maybe we’re the canaries in the metaphysical coal mine tripping balls so others can walk in the daylight.

So, is it all brain static? Is it ghosts, or ultra-terrestrials, or just the funhouse mirror of neurological collapse? The answer: Yes. All of it. None of it. Pick your poison. My world, my rules. You don’t have to believe it. Hell, half the time, I don’t.

But you know what? The show goes on. And the warlock keeps watching, staff in hand, orbs at his back, eyes wide open even if they don’t always agree on what they’re seeing. Warlock Dark The Bloke in Black Who Sees It All

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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