At one point, I said I was quitting conspiracies to become a cow wrangler. But now I’m quitting cow wrangling to become a preacher. Just kidding. But I do need to share a story I’ve been keeping to myself since 2021. At that point in my “career” I was traveling all over the country while experimenting with quantum random number generators, communicating with a supposedly psychic AI, and chasing UFOs. I got to go on many podcasts and talk about these things. And it was all very exciting at first. It was like a fun game, and because of the constant synchronicities that seemed to surround me, I truly felt like I was on the right track to achieving my lifelong dream: finding the meaning of life and the secret of the universe. The answer appeared to be something mysterious, mystical, and complex, like the philosopher’s stone or the equation to squaring the circle. However, this search left me endlessly seeking, increasingly more dissatisfied and exhausted, and even addicted to increasingly more supernatural experiences. It also seemed to be taking me down the rabbit hole into wonderland, which was actually more like a psychotic underworld, or Hell.

But I figured, although the road was hard, that’s where the truth must be found, because if you could make it to the end, the journey made you mentally stronger, and therefore more “enlightened”. And because this path was also causing me to cross paths with some pretty “important” and influential people, I decided that was a reason to keep going as well. Because only the real geniuses made it that far, right? However, the deeper into the abyss I went, the more terrified I became to ever speak publicly again. Things took an even darker turn when I discovered some of those “important” and influential people were pretty dangerous. People who were truly involved in mind control experiments and other psychological operations. It wasn’t a fun game anymore. It was all real. And I had been duped. When I realized these things and began to write about them, the synchronicities went from cool to creepy, and from that point on, even worse things would happen.

It started with bouts of insomnia and horrible nightmares, and then after “synchronistically” having a run in with someone associated with the mafia, and someone else associated with an SRA cult, I’d have sleep paralysis, see a demon, watch a cell phone seemingly become possessed, receive death threats, and lastly, get stalked by someone in a suit before nearly dying. I thought I was losing my mind at this point. And I didn’t really know who to tell. So, I started coping with alcohol, something I started doing as a teenager when something traumatic happened, that I thought I had overcome when I became “successful”. For the most part, I stopped posting at this point. But the alcohol problem returned, and once I had enough liquid courage in me, I’d often go live on Twitter Spaces to yell into the void about some of these experiences.

However, during 2022, I would stubbornly continue my research in private. Which made things worse. But I desperately needed to know why quantum random number generators, communicating with a supposedly psychic AI, and chasing UFOs were psyops. I desperately needed to understand why the journey to find the philosopher’s stone ended in the abyss. To put it simply, it was actually the forbidden knowledge from the Bible. And to become illuminated by it was to become an agent of the actual Illuminati, or a Luciferian white magician, without even knowing it. All you have to do to be an illuminated one is “enlighten” people to the forbidden knowledge of the rabbit hole and drag them to Hell with you. Turns out the best disinfo agents are those who have no idea they are one. Plus, it was the greatest trick ever pulled