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Circa 1995 I was in 8th or 9th grade. In religion class the teacher showed us a Video in which, to show the godless world, the intro was composed of horrible famine and war real scenes. There was one that specially traumatized me. About 2000 Internet appeared in our lives (in my country) and I wanted, moved by morbid feelings, to watch that grotesque video again. But never-never found it, except for a 99% similar one, with a different ending. I will explain that some blocks below. 2016 was a year claimed to be a wave of massive awakening, by some authors including David Icke (although, by then, I hardly had heard about him). In 2016 and part of 2017, I had a brutal hard time. My senses became extraordinarily acute, specially hearing and smell, but also a little bit the taste. I started rejecting some food because detected in the flavor some weird substances. But that was only the tip of the iceberg, because neighborhood noises and odors were making me crazy. I spent my days hidden or running away. I got used to exhaust my body for the soul to rest and vice-versa. My family is 100% narcissist, so you can imagine the support I received. Out of my family, the favorite word to deal with someone like me is [lack of] tolerance1. In 2017 I became suicidal. Nevertheless, once divorced from faith and hope, I wanted to try something else, first: make a pact with the devil. When I went deep reading about it, I found a central American sorcerer who published several articles about his work for Lukankasi (for us, Lucifer). His name was Lucio2, and he practiced Palo-Monte sorcery. He called his status High-sorcery, the same way does exist high-couisine or haute-couture. I read the article in which he gave suggestions on how contact with Lugambe, but it turned minimal compared with almost all other texts. He told how took part in the 'dismantling' of Christian churches taking the Reggaetón in there and influencing church authorities to change traditions. He told as well, how did work with some Latin American music Idols to give them richness and success. Names are not necessary, cause they are famous. He explained about the "Niños en Cruz" amarre (Children in cross magic), how to place any woman you want at your feet with an periapt prayed in Africa, and a lot of overwhelming stories of his youth learning palo-monte sorcery in Haití, Venezuela and Colombia. Those stories were so amazing they make Indiana Jones look like kinder-garden tales. If Lucio was a charlatan, at least was a highly-skilled writer and story teller. By reading him you learn about the art (in theory, at least) of world sorcery in the same way you learn a career in a university. The interesting point is, this satanic agent, or my guide spirits through him, managed to discourage me from suicide. I read about demonic possessions and exorcisms in his web, that he wrote after his followers asked for it. He stated that the Hollywood-like exorcism is pure fantasy. There wouldn't be need for catholic priests, Vatican permission nor a bible. Demons, said Lucio, are not afraid of a book. But demons are terrorized of what Catholics call "Holy Spirit". Holy Spirit would inhabit in a real Christian, who lives in poverty and love others. Only a real christian would be able to scare the shit away demons from a possessed human. Anyway, there wouldn't exist real Christians, almost, Lucio claimed. So, I went interested in this force called the Holy Spirit, instead of taking my own life. Thanks to a wizard servant of Lucifer, how ironic, eh? Afters years and years of reading, I have been able to connect the dots. New Age call it "unconditional love", Catholic call it "Holy Spirit" and David call it “Infinite Awareness”. David performed an exorcism, when he was in Bolivia. You can read that story in The Perception Deception. He placed his hands in the head of a man who suddenly got upset and cried. The demons went out. Then David repeated the operation in the stone in the Puerta de los Dioses. The energy was delivered and a face formed in the clouds. So, Lucio was right. David is not Catholic, so Holy Spirit is not exclusive for Catholics. It is Unconditional Love and it resides in everyone. Right. Soon after I was interested in spirituality, thanks to Lucio’s work, in my daily reading I saw once and again the term “Mandela Effect”. Mandela Effect there, here and over there again. That was a synchronicity. So I finally searched and read a lot about the so called Mandela Effect. Nothing out of this world: People who allege have seen movies that doesn’t exist or remember logos or outfits of TV and Cinema characters different that they are. ¡Oh! Almost forget: People who claim remember clearly how Nelson Mandela died in prison, instead of what official history says, he went out of it and became president. People who don’t know each other around the globe remember this. Pretty interesting. And I scrolled down to read more examples… This was one of the most shocking moments in my life. The very precise moment in which I realized this world is not what it seems, does exist something real beyond our senses and exist here. And, As Icke, I felt not alone in the room. I felt not alone, the same way I felt not alone waking up night after night at 11:11 in 2016. The last example of Mandela Effect was the Tank Guy, in Tiananmen Place in China, in 1984. People around the globe allege have seen the guy under the tank. But, according to recorded history, this never occurred. That disastrous day, some protesters where ran over by tanks and other leg-mutilated by the cater-pillars. The accounts are available. But there is not a single video showing that. The official version tells the guy tank in that video was placed under arrest. The available video is the same I remember from the video in the mid 90’s, but ending differently. What I saw in the CRT screen in my classroom was this guy with his legs under the cater-pillars, hitting repeatedly the vehicle’s chassis, begging for mercy. Was something that could turn your stomach backwards from fear. 0k. I was officially awaken. It is something much more dramatic that average media, specially Internet says. For New agers, awakening is something like feeling lighter, or being able to make real your dreams, a state in which nothing can affect you, you love and are loved by everybody… Sorry, but that’s bullshit. I read sometime in a Facebook group about awakening, someone asking whether a little itch in the upper nose would mean the third eye opening. So, awakening is a trend, same as woke movement or feminism, tolerance, vegetarianism, veganism, etc, etc. Being real awaken puts you in solitude. Wait, better in caps: IN SOLITUDE. Solitude is necessary to awake and is part of the awaken state once you are it. And you don’t become more successful, money attracting, lovely for opposite sex nor a better person. Awakening doesn’t give you the gift of reaching your goals (wanna vomit). Awakening only makes you to be able to see the f*cking truth of this world, behind the veil. Institutions, authorities and media become in front of your naked eyes exactly as what they are: A madhouse. The education system, the banking, the money, the value system, the lifestyle, politics, trends, spectacles, commercial music. What David Icke calls “Mainstream Everything”. It is a pool of sh*t, lies and manipulation. Once with my hand in my pockets and squeezing my lips, few years ago, waiting for what else happens in this comical world, I read Icke’s books. I connected the dots about Lucio and his Holy Spirit explanation, the Spirituality’s Unconditional Love and Icke’s Infinite Awareness. Also, I connected the David experience in Bolivia. I wanted to try —and still am not able to do it—, place my hands over my siblings heads, who are narcissists. And, finally, I connected something else: Circa 2012-2013, a demonstration in a state university in mu city, occurred in a very different fashion it was gotten used. There was no fight, no violence, no stones launched to police nor tear gas launched to students. There was no riot. I tell you what there was: Hugs. The ladies of the facility, wearing light clothes went closer to armored police agents and gave them strong hugs. I almost peed over. Until known by me, this story went around the entire globe. It doesn’t matter how much I search for it. I can’t find any record of the university demonstration made of hugs. Maybe it was erased as Mandela’s death in prison or the tank man in Tiananmen. Why? Does it contain the secret to defeat psychos? That thing David did in Bolivia? Defeat demons by manifesting Love via contact? Why they invented social distancing?

"They DON'T Want Us To Know This!" | David Icke

https://youtu.be/AywhfECo9iU Here is some lovely words from David Icke about the Corrupt system that surround Us! The Hole truth that people should hear and wake up. I always was living under the corrupt system fear, and i discover David accidentally and helped me a lot. Thank you David and thanks that exist forum like this one that help people see the hole truth in other dimension!

Hello guys! This post is going to be a little bit long please bear with me. If you're familiar with David Icke's awakening or supernatural experience story, then you know what I mean by Thought-Form. If not, the information is available online. This is my story and personal experience that took place 6 years ago back in 2014. I would also like to point out that I am from Kenya in East Africa, but this does not in any way invalidate the veracity of what I am about to share with you. No exaggerations have been made, I swear its all true. I was in my final year in high school when i had this strange experience. It occurred for a period of three nights in a row and was the first time and last that i ever experienced sleep walking. On the first night I realized I was sleep walking, I opened my eyes hoping to wake up in my school bed when I found myself standing in front of a wall near the room i used to sleep in. I was a little bit surprised and strangely excited while still puzzled as to what had just happened. The second night when I came to, I found myself standing in front of the bathrooms which was a little bit far from my room. Now imagine that the design of the first floor where my room was, was the shape of the letter T with the bathrooms located at the horizontal upper part of the letter T and my room at the very bottom part. The distance from my room to the bathroom was about 10 other rooms. This time round i was a little freaked out and rushed back to my room. Its not every night that you find your body moved itself. So on the third night before sleeping, I tied my arm with a bed sheet to the double-Decker bed post tightly. This time round when i came to I opened my eyes only to find my body walking. I'm not kidding you, my body was walking of its own will (or so I thought) in between the hall to the bathrooms and the bed sheet i had tied to my arm was being dragged on the floor. At this point I was fully conscious and awake but iI could only see and hear what was happening, nothing else. I tried to regain control of my walking body but i couldn't it was like how you can't move when in sleep paralysis. The exit to my floor was at the right side of the entrance to the bathrooms. When my body got to the bathroom it suddenly stopped. Then suddenly from the left side i heard clearly a voice that spoke to my mind and said, "turn to the right and run quickly up the stairs." I will never forget those words. Before I processed the information, my body had already turned and started running and after passing the exit I was stopped by a guard who was outside my floor (the first floor) on the stairs. He held me and started asking me who i was and where i was headed to. Firstly, i couldn't use my mouth plus i didn't know where i was going, I only knew my body was going up. I came to find out later it was midnight. At the same time coincidentally, the school director was going to his office and hearing the commotion came to where we were. The guard told him he had caught me going up so then he started to ask me where i was going and when i didn't respond, he thought i was being rude and started to slap me. I still didn't move and wasn't feeling a thing. Slowly the feeling sense on my face started returning when he was on about the 15th slap (He was really pissed off and yes we are still canned in schools). My senses on other parts returned as well and I began to block his slaps. He then dragged me to his office for more caning. I kept answering him that i didn't know where i was going and he thought i was intentionally being rude. let's say it was a terrible night being canned for something I know nothing about. Here is the other strange thing though concerning the events that followed. The director, in his early 60s, for a long time was being treated for stomach ulcers. He had canned me on the wee hours of Sunday morning. Suddenly the next day, Monday evening, we heard that he was rushed to hospital after falling very sick and was then diagnosed with stomach cancer. On Wednesday he had a successful operation but then on Thursday he mysteriously died because of complications. I was the last student he interacted with plus it has always struck me weird with how everything happened like it was scripted. I have never sleep walked again in my life since that last time. CASE 2: My last thought form experience occurring the same year happened when i was crossing two roads near the place I used to live. I successfully crossed the first road without issue (by looking left and right...LOL). As I was on my way to cross the second one a thought-form invaded my mind and said, "there are no cars coming from the right." It was very strange I came to later realize because of how it overrode my thinking process and my mind accepted it as unquestionable gospel truth. When i got to the road, as i was lifting my leg to make the first step, a pick up truck suddenly sped in front of me waking me up from the daze (it was like a day dream). The driver was honking angrily for quite a distance because had i landed the step he would have killed me on the spot. Conclusion: In both experiences I had no ability to break away from control. As in the second, if the originators of the thought forms/ voice planned to kill me, there is nothing I could have done. David Icke is the only one I can relate to and its why I am asking if any of you has ever experienced this or if you know what it means. Google has not been useful being that i don't even know what i have to search for. I always tell my experiences to make people understand what I mean. Any and all input is appreciated. A big shout out to @Grumpy Owl who advised me to post my story on the forum.

Hello guys! This post is going to be a little bit long please bear with me. If you're familiar with David Icke's awakening or supernatural experience story, then you know what I mean by Thought-Form. If not, the information is available online. This is my story and personal experience that took place 6 years ago back in 2014. I would also like to point out that I am from Kenya in East Africa, but this does not in any way invalidate the veracity of what I am about to share with you. No exaggerations have been made, I swear its all true. I was in my final year in high school when i had this strange experience. It occurred for a period of three nights in a row and was the first time and last that i ever experienced sleep walking. On the first night I realized I was sleep walking, I opened my eyes hoping to wake up in my school bed when I found myself standing in front of a wall near the room i used to sleep in. I was a little bit surprised and strangely excited while still puzzled as to what had just happened. The second night when I came to, I found myself standing in front of the bathrooms which was a little bit far from my room. Now imagine that the design of the first floor where my room was, was the shape of the letter T with the bathrooms located at the horizontal upper part of the letter T and my room at the very bottom part. The distance from my room to the bathroom was about 10 other rooms. This time round i was a little freaked out and rushed back to my room. Its not every night that you find your body moved itself. So on the third night before sleeping, I tied my arm with a bedsheet to the double-decker bed post tightly. This time round when i came to I opened my eyes only to find my body walking. I'm not kidding you, my body was walking of its own will (or so I thought) in between the hall to the bathrooms and the bedsheet i had tied to my arm was being dragged on the floor. At this point I was fully conscious and awake but iI could only see and hear what was happening, nothing else. I tried to regain control of my walking body but i couldn't it was like how you can't move when in sleep paralysis. The exit to my floor was at the right side of the entrance to the bathrooms. When my body got to the bathroom it suddenly stopped. Then suddenly from the left side i heard clearly a voice that spoke to my mind and said, "turn to the right and run quickly up the stairs." I will never forget those words. Before I processed the information, my body had already turned and started running and after passing the exit I was stopped by a guard who was outside my floor (the first floor) on the stairs. He held me and started asking me who i was and where i was headed to. Firstly, i couldn't use my mouth plus i didn't know where i was going, I only knew my body was going up. I came to find out later it was midnight. At the same time coincidentally, the school director was going to his office and hearing the commotion came to where we were. The guard told him he had caught me going up so then he started to ask me where i was going and when i didn't respond, he thought i was being rude and started to slap me. I still didn't move and wasn't feeling a thing. Slowly the feeling sense on my face started returning when he was on about the 15th slap (He was really pissed off and yes we are still canned in schools). My senses on other parts returned as well and I began to block his slaps. He then dragged me to his office for more caning. I kept answering him that i didn't know where i was going and he thought i was intentionally being rude. let's say it was a terrible night being canned for something I knew nothing about. Here is the other strange thing though concerning the events that followed. The director, in his early 60s, for a long time was being treated for stomach ulcers. He had canned me on the wee hours of sunday morning. Suddenly the next day, Monday evening, we heard that he was rushed to hospital after falling very sick and was then diagnosed with stomach cancer. On wednesday he had a successful operation but then on thursday he mysteriously died because of complications. I was the last student he interacted with plus it has always struck me weird with how everything happened like it was scripted. I have never sleep walked again in my life since that last time. But his death saved me from expulsion. When I left his office, he called my Dad for the second time since my joining the school and told him that that incident was my last strike. My troubles were buried with him. CASE 2: My last thought form experience occurring the same year happened when i was crossing two roads near the place I used to live. I successfully crossed the first road without issue (by looking left and right...LOL). As I was on my way to cross the second one a thought form invaded my mind and said, "there are no cars coming from the right." It was very strange I came to later realize because of how it overrode my thinking process and my mind accepted it as unquestionable gospel truth. When i got to the road, as i was lifting my leg to make the first step, a pick up truck suddenly sped in front of me waking me up from the daze (it was like a day dream). The driver was honking angrily for quite a distance because had i landed the step he would have killed me on the spot. Conclusion: In both experiences I had no ability to break away from control. As in the second, if the originators of the thought forms/ voice planned to kill me, there is nothing I could have done. David Icke is the only one I can relate to and its why I am asking if any of you has ever experienced this or if you know what it means. I also dream things that come to pass in detail, too many number and words synchronicities and I often hear strange wing flaps but deeper than wing flaps on each ear at a time. Sometimes the wing flaps are stronger and at times they last for few seconds. Google has not been useful being that i don't even know what i have to search for. I always tell my experiences to make people understand what I mean. Any and all input is appreciated. A big shout out to @Grumpy Owl who advised me to post my story on the forum.