And silently they disappeared

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

They went to Florida. You fucking people must be in New York.

Here is what i have noticed, in 2011 it started feeling like time "speeded up". By 2012, on an esoteric based site i was on, people all over the world started noticing it. I remember a girl from Norway or Sweden making a thread about it and getting hundreds of replies from members all over the world. That was a year 4, 2011. The year when great truths about myself and my life, started being revealed to me. Then year 5, 2012. Massive change in me,never to be reversed. Five is Change. Massive change usually irreversible, on a spiritual and metaphysical level.

You cannot put the toothpaste back in the tube For me, a friendly faction Finally came to my aid.

Then a year 6, 2013, one of the worst years of my life. After that, everything Meh..until the next year 4, 2020. More truths revealed, knowledge gained. Year 5, 2021 followed, i started a huge change in my life. I almost died for that change but i was determined. The effect only culminated this year, in a 6 year, 2022. But it had the desired effect, because i set the change in motion in a year 5. This year so far has been quite bad but i'm bearing, enduring. The next year 4 and year 5 are both approaching again.

You sound like you'd be a great husband and father.

You need to get your testosterone and other androgen levels checked though. This is the only reason for your lack of lust.

And then I turned on the TV. And people were still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. ; )

Yes

Much of my advice has been falling on deaf or absent ears.

Then the ones that are still here come to me to complain about the very things I tried guiding them through.

It's a lot on my heart but I just carry on. I carry a lot and it occasionally overflows.

My depression has had me pretty damn low and out for the count recently. I'm surprised I'm still alive.

Since my January trip of the ages it's been a wild year.

But that day I chose to stay. God made me feel so much love and purpose. I started really recognizing the ones that really love me and have given them so much more time.

I don't talk much about it, but I've got weird health issues that could be something really nasty waiting dormant. Over a few years I've had really painful lymph nodes popping up, and the left side of the neck is always in pretty immense pain and swelling. It makes me choke sometimes and people think I'm laughing which for awhile made me feel something I can't quite describe, I guess a sad embarrassment or something...

Anyway, remember this... Forgive them for they know not what they do.

Everyone is deserving of compassion.

If we were all just a little kinder.

I've heard it said many times, 'nothing in this world is free'. Kindness costs nothing, and usually is contagious. I usually care more for animals than people, the reasons too numerous to list. One more chunk of cheese - in a world where you can be anything, be kind.

Synchronicity cannot be ignored.

You know that as I read this I was hearing that song "Ain't no rest for the wicked."

Very interesting.

You mentioned an unfinished novel. Interested to know anything about it you would be willing to share, but I have zero expectations. What you have shared here with us already has more real content than pages of regular threads.

Lol

Night crew... We meet again.

Yes

Much of my advice has been falling on deaf or absent ears.

Then the ones that are still here come to me to complain about the very things I tried guiding them through.

It's a lot on my heart but I just carry on. I carry a lot and it occasionally overflows.

My depression has had me pretty damn low and out for the count recently. I'm surprised I'm still alive.

Since my January trip of the ages it's been a wild year.

But that day I chose to stay. God made me feel so much love and purpose. I started really recognizing the ones that really love me and have given them so much more time.

I don't talk much about it, but I've got weird health issues that could be something really nasty waiting dormant. Over a few years I've had really painful lymph nodes popping up, and the left side of the neck is always in pretty immense pain and swelling. It makes me choke sometimes and people think I'm laughing which for awhile made me feel something I can't quite describe, I guess a sad embarrassment or something...

Anyway, remember this... Forgive them for they know not what they do.

Everyone is deserving of compassion.

If we were all just a little kinder.

Even the hardiest among us are affected to some degree (or a lot) by what's going on and some days it's truly hard to stay the course. It can be hard with all this on one's shoulders. Sorry to hear of your health challenges and I hope you find some answers soon. There are too many unexplained health issues going on with so many people, too many new viruses, lyme, confections, etc. I hope you are on the receiving end of some kindness today.

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.
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What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.

And then the winners in all this re write history and make it look like Caucasian's never existed and what is left is used as slaves till they die out and are blended to another colour .

Think that could not happen .

It already did

Don't know where you live but Texas is a overcrowded shitshow.

You can't move in this bitch 5 ft without bumping into "them".

The world was a busy place.

I couldn't go anywhere without feeling nearly overwhelmed by the hustle bustle of the people going about.

Sometimes things moved too quickly; Sometimes it was just a bit too loud, but I made my way through as best as I could doing my best to feel normal.

I felt this pull to help people in moments of need. If I saw danger or an opportunity to better people, I'd jump at it. Eventually I noticed people didn't want the help, let alone to even look at me.

A pandemic came and I told everyone all the way up to it what was happening, what was next. I told them about 2020 to 2030 and what this decade holds. Intrigued but indifferent and unable to absorb the memory of what I've told them, they just kept moving. Just kept going about things as they would.

The shots came and it was 50/50. People were extremely skeptical at first, but soon they succumbed to pressure and were inoculated with an experimental mRNA poison.

People began having reactions almost immediately. Some women in my life started having difficulties getting pregnant. There were blood clots, strokes and a few deaths.

The people grew quiet.

It's almost as if the truth were too much to bear for them.

The grief spread as did the depression.

People were in denial.

"Where are all the workers?" They said. "People just don't want to work anymore."

And I began thinking to myself... Where has everybody gone?

There were deaths in my own family and many just weren't the same.

I began to notice places were just empty. The parks were empty. People either weren't going to these places, or there just weren't any people.

When I went into nature and didn't have people around for a time, I always missed them. Even in disagreement, the company of others is vital to mental stability in a world built on society. To be truly alone, actually truly alone, is either a choice that is difficult to maintain or a burden given by disaster.

I wondered where the children were. I never heard or saw them playing. I stopped seeing newborns and babies. Even elderly folks began fading from my presence.

There were less people, and those that remained didn't seem to notice outwardly. Yet.

And silently they disappeared.

I prayed to God to take me.

What is my purpose if there are no women left capable or willing in providing children?

If I were the last one left, why would I have any reason at all to live?

The delaying of an inevitable end with no new beginnings.

A slow crawling extinction in the midst.