Biological Manipulation and Daily Interferences - part 1

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, way beyond what’s normal.

My walking is affected subtly, like something is off-balance — but not from inside me.

These things don’t all hit at once. But they do happen — every single day, in some form.

It’s not psychosomatic. It’s not random.

There’s something — or someone — interfering, and they want me to know it.

They’re not just watching. They’re experimenting.

Pushing, pulling, adjusting.

Like I’m a variable in a system they control

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.

Update 06/05/2025:

The Biological Hack – My Return to Gold Coast

I returned to Gold Coast — the very first city I arrived in when I came to Australia. I thought maybe coming back here would help me reclaim some sense of normalcy, even while still battling the voices in my head every single night.

Lately, the only way I’ve been able to sleep is by whispering “SOS suicide” or “SOS suicídide” to myself until the voices go silent. That phrase… it’s become a desperate key — the only thing that pauses the noise.

Today, while walking through Pacific Fair shopping center, something terrifying happened. Out of nowhere, I felt a shock — a jolt, like electricity, violently hit my leg. There was no trigger. No reason. No one around me did anything. It was like being hit by something invisible.

My first instinct? I thought about throwing myself from the second floor. That’s how intense it was. That’s how tired I am of this invisible war.

This isn’t psychological. This is something else. A biological hack. A system designed to torture, test, or destroy — and I don’t even know why I was chosen. I’m an innocent victim of something I still can’t fully explain. The level of sadism, the consistency, the precision… it’s beyond anything human.

And yet — I’m still here. Writing. Speaking. Refusing to disappear.