The Codes Behind the Manipulation — Time Loops, Gematria
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 — remotely, digitally, or psychically
In many cases, it’s like I’m being switched between timelines — not naturally, but forcibly.
And the codes — somehow — validate this.
I am being hacked from the inside and outside.
This is not spiritual guessing. It’s structured. Coordinated. Engineered.
I can see the patterns. I feel the shifts,
There are people behind this. And they’re using tools that most people have never even heard of.
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ReplyDeleteI just stolen some pills of paracetamol again. Last time I took 20 pils and absolutely nothing happened to myself. So now I'll got 33 pills and I really hope that can put a end on it. It's so much. I tried. I fight. I did my best. But I can't handle so much pain and torture on my mind. Deprivations of sleep. And when I finaly sleept I got dreams that aren't mine. They did a crime behind the scenes. I almost died several times. Waves of shocks on my head. When I was about to fall asleep. A guy just gave me a drink right now and said everything is fine. How come. More than 6 months under torture.
They tried to print as a pedophile. They tried to put on my mind waves and waves of pornograph. When was kids around myself they suddenly give me shocks on my penis. That's happened several times. They have somehow control of my body. I haven't life for the last month's. No sex. No friends. No social life. No family. They stolen everything from me. Its hard to believe. I feel like no one deserves it. I'm a good person. Used to work hard. Go to gym. Looking after myself. But it's to much. I have to fight with forces I dont even know where came from. I cry and this affect my penis somehow. Someone printint me wrong like always. And never gonna understand that. And if has a life away from here. I'll never forgive who did that to me. Before I go I have to tell some nicknames about people or how I like to call "little shits" who was on mind. Since the start. Portuguese speaks almost of the time.
Ethan Moore Philip. I met him last night . He was drunk and said someone stolen $300 of his Pocket. I feel like he also have
mental issues. I did a reserch before I found this name on gematrix. And found his IG. But he introduced himself as "Clown"
(Just saw someone on my side having a health issue) 8:23pm
Another nicknames who I was being torture with or they called me.
Dois psicopatas
Matheus do hospital
Narcisio
Narcizinho
Raphael dos anjos
Raplhaelzinhos
Felipe
Felipinho
Felipe
Mamaezinha de um mamaezinha de outro
Sinhazinha
Professorinha
Dark server
Alien
Alien do Bem( referring to myself at this point)
Demonho
Demonhao
Server de macumba
Iazinha do mustang
"Pegaro o cara errado" em Uma voz fina
Still missing some names
I got some peace when I started speak English on my head. Looks like they're not allow to speak Portuguese in English minds.
Today is 369. A important number on my first alternative reality they're put me. What I call matrix. Looks like should be a awesome day cuz has a game behind about twin flames. And I suspect who moved me from my original server. Can be both. So he is using me as a human shield. And living like king with another man. Cuz I saw some pretty weird codes on gematrix. Like: "policeman: 666" "I like girls: 666" so basically everything is about demons. Other server about homosexuals. And another one about kids. Like pregnant woman's and baby's everywhere. Was had to see a pretty girl with my age at some stage of this. I basically running from invisible shits and voices on my head.
I hope I can put a end on this shit now. That's not a life anymore. If someone else tried to help somehow my sincerily gratitude.
Matheus Lourenco. Or Matheus jose Lourenco (full name) but U can call me Matt. Someone innocent who tried to do something in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, Earth.
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Delete9:18 PM.on my "server". Brisbane.
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ReplyDeleteI was on Gold coast. In a hostel. They swipe the servers while my backpack was in there. So they got my passport.
I did tree reports to the police but they refused to give me the report. They gave me the protocol numbers. Like lost "property" anyway in the last time I proclaim aot and the officer gave me one. When I notice the name about who did the report was something like May king. But suddenly the officer Chang the mood and take out from myself and suddenly I saw 6 policemans around myself. Not sure about which reality was there. But that's the protocol number: QP 2500874778. My driver's licence gonna expire soon. And that's gonna be my last formal document to prove who is myself in Australia.
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ReplyDeleteI'm still here. Acabaram de chamar de Filho da puta. Depois de meses sob tortura.i'm tired someone else trying to be one with Me. I'll never accept this. I prefer the end of existence.
ReplyDeleteI'm still here. Someone else still with parts of my body. Heart and teeth. And someone stolen something from my brain.
ReplyDelete23/06/2025 3:56pm. Looks like someone else literally own parts of my body still. My tongue has something plugged or whatever. So it's hard to talk inside my mind. A few months ago. When I was the "light forever" I was about to get rescue . That's what's I thought. A close my eyes. Then I felt my tongue going to the head. Like stretching. The voice here in my mind said at that point I was stoled. Everything I had. And last night one more piece from my brain. That's all happening in real time .
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ReplyDeletetortured. They just put my battery level down. Cuz my phone and this blog it's like a gun. I'm charging and then I blink . Suddenly back to 33%
Mental torture*
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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.
7:36 pm
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