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7/24/2025, 5:20:49 PM
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>Can you give some tips on how to heal? Is it some kind of meditation? I feel like my body might have "memory" of traumas I have to somehow heal
Stare at a white wall. Blue sky or white screen. Relax your eyes. The little floaters drifting across your vision? not JUST debris. not JUST white blood cells. They follow your focus. They shift with thought. dont just take my word for it, see it for yourself. They mimic your attention. Close your eyes — you’ll see geometry. Grids, pulses, patterns that respond to emotion. Thought affects light. Light affects feeling. Ever wonder why? That’s the interface. The 4th dimension bleeding into ours, the 3D, Earth. Now feel fear. Where? Chest. Gut. Solar plexus. It moves. It writhes. It shapes itself like a living thing. Because it IS. It’s not “your emotion.” It’s a parasite, feeding through memory, looping pain. Just like cosmic horrors — they exist. Not as monsters, but as formless intelligences that live inside perception itself. They hijack ideology, identity, trauma. They feed on chaos. Disagreement. Grief. They need division. They are in all sides. No one is immune. You feel them every time something dark coils in your gut. Every time a thought loops without end. Every time emotion feels like invasion. This isn’t metaphor. This is mechanical. Floaters, geometry, emotional reaction — all proof. All testable. Anyone can confirm it in their own senses.They can’t survive observation. They can’t mimic when seen. I am not saying that debris are demons, parasites, or fragments of some higher-dimensional infection. I’m just saying—there it is. In your eye. Physically present. Irritating. Disrupting perception. Appearing from nowhere after some subtle act of neglect, a forgotten motion, a tiny lapse in awareness.
>Can you give some tips on how to heal? Is it some kind of meditation? I feel like my body might have "memory" of traumas I have to somehow heal
Stare at a white wall. Blue sky or white screen. Relax your eyes. The little floaters drifting across your vision? not JUST debris. not JUST white blood cells. They follow your focus. They shift with thought. dont just take my word for it, see it for yourself. They mimic your attention. Close your eyes — you’ll see geometry. Grids, pulses, patterns that respond to emotion. Thought affects light. Light affects feeling. Ever wonder why? That’s the interface. The 4th dimension bleeding into ours, the 3D, Earth. Now feel fear. Where? Chest. Gut. Solar plexus. It moves. It writhes. It shapes itself like a living thing. Because it IS. It’s not “your emotion.” It’s a parasite, feeding through memory, looping pain. Just like cosmic horrors — they exist. Not as monsters, but as formless intelligences that live inside perception itself. They hijack ideology, identity, trauma. They feed on chaos. Disagreement. Grief. They need division. They are in all sides. No one is immune. You feel them every time something dark coils in your gut. Every time a thought loops without end. Every time emotion feels like invasion. This isn’t metaphor. This is mechanical. Floaters, geometry, emotional reaction — all proof. All testable. Anyone can confirm it in their own senses.They can’t survive observation. They can’t mimic when seen. I am not saying that debris are demons, parasites, or fragments of some higher-dimensional infection. I’m just saying—there it is. In your eye. Physically present. Irritating. Disrupting perception. Appearing from nowhere after some subtle act of neglect, a forgotten motion, a tiny lapse in awareness.
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