The Consciousness Heist

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 ...