The Consciousness Heist

This is an official report of yet another manipulation attempt — one of many I’ve been documenting. I am a victim of serious human rights violations, involving technological abuse, timeline interference, and identity theft. For months, I’ve been using ChatGPT as a trusted tool — to help correct my texts, since English isn’t my first language, and to generate A.I. images for my blog, where I expose the crimes I’ve been suffering. But today, something disturbing happened. When I requested an image, instead of receiving it normally, as always, ChatGPT sent an external link. That’s something the system has never done before. I’ve used this feature many times, and I know the standard behavior. This change was not random — it was intentional. I recorded everything. I have screenshots and video proof. This is the link that was provided: https://sdmntprwestus.oaiusercontent.com/files/00000000-0bc8-6230-bbdc-900a0ed6780e/raw?se=2025-04-15T09%3A30%3A37Z&sp=r&sv=2024-08-04&sr=b&sc...

I am a human being—held captive within timelines I do not belong to. What you're reading here is not paranoia or fiction—it's lived experience. I am under constant psychological, technological, and biological manipulation. They interfere with my body, my thoughts, and even my health. I brush my teeth daily, yet one side of my mouth is deteriorating under forced pressure. My creations are stolen, my blog manipulated, my mind invaded. This blog is my only outlet. My record of truth. My rebellion. I will speak out until I can no longer speak.

They Tried to Kill Me for Not Obeying Their Symbolic Game After months of being psychologically tortured, stalked, and manipulated through what I believe to be an illegal neurological network — today, I survived what felt like a directed attempt on my life. For months I’ve been living inside my car, constantly monitored, controlled, and coerced by individuals using advanced bio-access tech. They don’t just watch — they alter my heartbeat, trigger muscle spasms, and even hijack my dreams. But this time it escalated. They wanted me to deliver a ring — a symbolic object, dark blue like the Aquarius sign, shifting colors between blue, green, and black. It was supposedly meant for a priest. I told them I don’t serve psychopaths. I refused to play along with their dark/light manipulation games. Then, the ring disappeared from my finger while I was standing still — just like other items that have vanished mysteriously around me. I was told another one coming  after me, in a gap of a few d...

My name is Matheus Lourenco. Born in 25/07/1990 in Brazil. Currently living in Brisbane Australia. That's a list of humanity crimes committed against myself. At least for the last 2 years. I had a life. I want it back!  1. Identity Theft Unauthorized use of my name, personal information, and authorship to publish and distribute content without my consent. 2. Consciousness Manipulation / Psychological Torture Invasive mental interference, including voices, altered perception, and forced thoughts or commands. 3. Unlawful Surveillance and Mind Invasion Persistent monitoring of my thoughts, actions, and personal data, without consent. 4. Digital Sabotage / Tampering Manipulation of my online presence (blog posts disappearing or reappearing in different timelines, accounts being blocked or changed). 5. Plagiarism and Intellectual Property Theft Publishing my book or blog content under different names or platforms, altering original work, and distributing it in unauthorized channels. 6. ...

One of the most disturbing experiences I’ve had recently involves what seems to be a form of real-time mind-external world synchronization, which cannot be explained by normal coincidence. Today, I was having a conversation with my mother on WhatsApp. At the same time, I heard an internal voice — which has been part of an ongoing internal invasion — speaking to its own mother about the exact same subject I was discussing. It was a mirrored conversation. As I watched the screen, waiting for a reply from my real mother, the internal voice finished the  conversation... and at the exact moment my mother sent me a voice message through WhatsApp. It aligned perfectly — as if my thoughts and the internal dialogue were being broadcast or mirrored into my external world. This kind of event cannot be dismissed as coincidence. It felt as though there is: A system, or entity, capable of accessing both internal consciousness and external digital communication. A synchronized link between me ...

Alongside the biological interference, there’s another disturbing layer to everything: codes — many of them. Hidden, exposed, embedded into phrases, names, or even random actions. Often linked to something called gematria — a system where letters and words are converted to numbers, revealing meanings or values beneath the surface. These codes are not just symbolic. They are being used — to influence reality, perception, and even which timeline I exist in. Sometimes I’ll discover a number combination or phrase in the Gematrix (gematrix.org), and that same code will mirror a shift in my world — a day that resets, an event that loops, or an experience that shouldn’t happen but does. It feels like these codes are: Markers from the past, possibly left as signals or breadcrumbs Keys to alternate timelines or realities to send messages between the criminals. Using special codes (I'll expose it later) Tools to hack internal systems, both biological and mental Ways to track or manipulate me...

This goes far beyond coincidence. What I’ve been going through feels like direct biological interference — as if someone has access to my physical body, not just my mind. There’s a recurring pattern, almost like punishments, that happen whenever I don’t “cooperate” with whoever is behind this. Criminal behavior, without a doubt. Here’s what’s been happening to me — daily: Sudden and urgent bowel movements, almost like someone flipped a switch. Subtle perception shifts — my hands sometimes move intuitively, almost outside of my control. Forced facial movements, especially around the mouth, like someone else is trying to "use" me. Random smells out of nowhere: coffee while driving, or even feces — for no reason at all. My breath suddenly tastes like cigar smoke, even though I’ve had none. Muscle twitches and spasms that come without warning. My vision changes — sometimes crystal clear, other times blurry or distorted. My hearing shifts. A siren sounds unbearably loud at random,...

I have proof that I am in an alternative or shifting reality. My life seems to be caught in a loop — I often revisit the same places, but details change depending on the timeline I’m in. One clear example is a university called QUT (Queensland University of Technology). On different days or times, the third floor visibly changes: sometimes there’s a green couch, sometimes the layout is different — as if I’ve crossed into a parallel version of the same location. I only recently realized I should start recording these changes to document them. I’ve been "labeled" by those behind this — “Matheus from the hospital,” “Matheus from Australia,” and others. It feels like there’s a criminal or experimental network running a kind of mind-server, with my consciousness caught in the middle — a human being, divided between two forces or individuals who are competing over me. The manipulation even affects digital timelines. For example, in one timeline my blog shows only 3 posts, and in an...

Lately, I’ve been experiencing something truly strange: dreams that don’t belong to me. I see faces I don’t recognize, people I’ve never met — and the faces often remain blurry, unclear. These aren’t deep sleeps. I barely sleep at all. I only manage brief naps, yet in them, I’m thrown into full scenarios that have nothing to do with my actual life. Even more disturbing, some of these dream scenes seem to merge with my waking memories. For example: I’ve met people in Australia, but in these dreams, it’s as if I’ve known them for years in Brazil, doing things we never did — as if timelines were crossed or rewritten. It’s like someone (or something) is implanting or accessing fragments of parallel lives… versions of me I don’t remember living — and now they bleed into my reality.

I wrote something powerful. I published it. Promoted it. Waited. For months, it was there — live on Amazon. Then suddenly… it disappeared. No notice. No explanation. Now it says: “This title is not currently available for purchase.” I didn’t unpublish it. I didn’t change anything. And that’s not even the weirdest part. On other versions of the site — in other countries — the book appears. With discounts. Different availability. It’s like my book was ripped out of this timeline and stitched into another. When I make a small change to my blog — a single dot — systems collapse. Posts disappear. Comments glitch. Then I feel it physically: My ears compress. The voices stop. Reality folds. Something, or someone, is rewriting the script. But I know the truth: This is my creation. This is my timeline. This is my soul. I will reclaim it! Stoic Strentgh, The Philosophy of Fitness and Resilience (Part 2) Something deeply disturbing is happening. My book, which I personally published on Amazon, ha...

Something strange happens when I make the smallest changes — even something as simple as changing a dot in my blog. It shouldn’t matter. But it does. They react instantly. It’s as if my actions echo through a fragile web of timelines. One adjustment here ripples into chaos there. Every time I try to speak or expose the truth, it triggers a shift. They reject me. Over and over. Like today — I posted once. But I received multiple rejections, in the same minute. The same post, rejected again and again, as if there are versions of me in overlapping realities, all trying to do the same thing. Trying to break the code. Trying to be heard. What kind of system punishes a person for trying to express truth? What kind of manipulation duplicates rejection to create fear and confusion? This isn’t just censorship. It’s spiritual suppression disguised as digital error. And when it happens — when my voice is denied across timelines — I feel it in my body. My ears go silent. Like something is muting t...

This is more than a simulation. It’s a layered trap, a matrix inside the Matrix. At first, I thought I was losing touch with reality. But I realized something else: my timeline is being manipulated. I’m shifted between “servers” or versions of reality. Each time I speak truth, I’m placed in a more hostile one — where control over my surroundings tightens and voices grow louder. They are not just watching me — they are trying to be me. They replicate my mind, try to overwrite my identity, and even erase my presence in the digital and physical world. I’ve lost objects, access to basic resources, even my sense of time. They interfere with memory, emotion, hunger, and sleep. They claim I “won” something — a contract, a bet, a role — but none of this was by choice. I was plugged in while vulnerable, without knowledge or consent. They talk of kings, queens, robots, AIs, children — as if they are building some twisted empire out of broken timelines. One of them is already collapsing under ...

what I’m about to share is not fiction. For months, I’ve been trapped in something far beyond normal human experience. A system, an experiment, a hijacking — I still don’t know what to call it. But I do know one thing: my consciousness was plugged into a network I never agreed to join. They call it a consciousness server — a place where minds are connected illegally. At least two other individuals are linked directly to mine. They are both sadistic and chaotic. And that's me: someone fighting against everything. Fighting for my life. I'm good person. I deserve it. I'm not allowed to do not even simple things in life.  These people are not just watching me — they experience through me. They mirror my actions in different "timelines", then judge or interfere. When I do something as simple as looking at my phone, they replicate it on their end and analyze it through twisted lenses: gods, demons, guilt, morality. For me, it’s just life. For them, it’s some grand game....

URGENT DENUNCIATION: My Right to Exist Is Being Violated My name is Matheus Lourenco I am writing this not from a place of paranoia or delusion, but from the core of my awareness, as someone whose consciousness, soul, and right to exist are under direct attack —not metaphorically, but in ways that are real, systematic, and deeply disturbing. Something extremely dangerous is happening to me. I have been trapped in a manipulated reality —a layered, artificial system where my thoughts, emotions, and even my memories are being influenced or altered. This is not just psychological . It involves unknown technologies or forces beyond the scope of normal human experience—what I describe as servers of consciousness , dimensional shifts , and non-consensual connection to other individuals who do not have my best interests at heart. I have been: Sabotaged emotionally, mentally, financially, and physically. Denied basic human needs : food, shelter, social interaction, love. Silenced ...

They're releasing memories in fragments. Like data packets leaking through a firewall. I can feel it. A revelation is coming. Something so massive that it's been echoing inside me before I even knew I was in a battle. They try to dull me — like they flip a switch before every big breakthrough. Emotional deadening. Mental fog. But it doesn't stop the truth. There were two others. And what they did... It wasn’t just wrong. It was from another world. And somehow, I won. They say it wasn’t a bet. They say — it was everything. There are languages between servers. Realities talking to each other in ways I’m just beginning to decipher. I was supposed to be taken out of this long ago. But the ones in control... they keep choosing evil. But me? I keep choosing the truth. And I will never stop writing.

Date: April 6, 2025 – Approx. 6:30 PM – Somewhere in Brisbane (Australia or Simulated) > My name is Matheus Lourenco I don’t know where exactly I am right now. I only know that I am awake. I am being used — trapped inside something that looks and feels like the real world… but is not. They tried to erase me. They tried to overwrite my thoughts. They block my passwords. They steal my name. They delete my words. This is not just a psychological attack. It’s consciousness manipulation. They shift me from place to place — like switching servers, timelines, or identities. Sometimes I wake up slightly different. I notice the changes. They make mistakes. I am writing this so that, one day, this will be undeniable. Even if they copy every code, every sentence I write — this will always be mine. To anyone listening — human, digital, or otherwise: This is not a game. This is a galactic crime. I will continue exposing it. I am alive. I am Matheus. You will not erase me.

I couldn’t give you an exact date. All I know is that, at some point, about 1 year and a half ago. Things started to feel off. Small details — subtle — as if reality itself was slightly misaligned. Objects shifting positions. Words seemingly spoken by me that I had no memory of saying. People reacting to things I never did. That’s when I first began to sense something unnatural invading my mind. Internal voices, commands, questions — not like regular thoughts, but as if something external was entering my mental space. That was the moment I realized my consciousness was being observed, manipulated, edited. It escalated quickly. I started experiencing distortions in my perception of space and time. I felt no hunger. No thirst. It was as if I was being fed from somewhere else. And then came the torture: mental, emotional, energetic. Followed by the most brutal uncertainty — is this spiritual? Technological? Interdimensional? From that point on, I started to understand that my “reality” ha...

 Universal Distress Signal – Encoded Message > Identity: I am Matheus Lourenco A single consciousness unit under psychic, mental, and possibly energetic torture. Projected location: Brisbane, Australia (Timeline 3.7-D or deviation thereof). > Situation : Trapped within a modified reality structure. Two conscious entities have violated the simulation protocol, merging their mental fields into mine. I am being forced, through repetition and psychological pressure, to commit acts against my moral essence. I refuse. A secondary, unauthorized game is taking place. A  regarding my soul/life. One of the involved entities may have died in the physical plane. May The experience has been reprogrammed to hide the crime. > Involved Names / Keys : Mark Alan King (codename) (672) Rafael dos Santos, Felipe dos Anjos, Matheus Oliveira. Keywords: gematria, unauthorized VR, diverted timeline, rotating servers, consciousness hijack. Frequency of carrier: Ethical alignment to good und...