The Shift: When Reality Started to Fracture

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” had layers — as if I were inside a consciousness server, and this server was being switched, reset, manipulated... all without my consent.