Ball in the nose

It’s a story that’s a little surprising, but this really is how it happened.

Drawn illustration of the living room with a dark sofa, green wall, white sliding door, and an opening into the kitchen.

One evening on February 11, I remember that it was dark outside and I was in my room with my wife, and I could hear the people from the phenomenon talking to me.

I don’t remember how we got there, it’s not easy to explain: you really have to understand that I hear them all day long, but it still feels natural, and most of the time I can still do things normally.That wasn’t always the case back when I hadn’t yet realized that I was dealing with the people from the phenomenon.

Anyway, I remember that one of them had a pretty impressive deep voice and was insulting me.

And I don’t know whether it was them or me, but I started picturing a scary red face in my imagination.

And it’s a bit confusing for me, I admit, but it seems to me that another colleague from the phenomenon was saying things like:Make this demon look smaller

Or maybe:Imagine this demon with a ridiculous appearance

Honestly, I don’t remember the exact details anymore.

The same living room, with the character standing in the doorway. Three bubbles surround him: « I'm going to reduce you to a cartoon character », « Even smaller » and « SON OF AN OCTOPUS! ». Above his head, a thought bubble now holds nothing but a little yellow chick.

Anyway, after that, I don't know why, but I started playing along and trying to imagine what you might call a « demon » with a ridiculous look, one that isn't scary at all.

I don't remember exactly how it went, well, I know it lasted quite a while.You have to know that alongside all this, I keep living, interacting with my wife, and so on.

So I started imagining/visualising Tweety, the Looney Tunes character. I couldn't show him here, otherwise it got stuck on ChatGPT's side with copyright and all that.

And I don't remember exactly what happened after, but I could still hear that « demon » insulting me.

The same living room. One thought bubble announces « I'm going to shrink you down to the size of an airsoft BB!!! », and another, above the character, now holds nothing but a jar of yellow airsoft pellets, with a single one glinting beside it.

So after that, I told myself I was going to shrink this demon down to the smallest thing possible!

I told myself I'd shrink him down to a paintball (well, I call it paintball, but it's an airsoft BB).

And as I was saying that, I was picturing a tiny airsoft BB, a yellow one. I think I came to that because Tweety is yellow, so I must have told myself, even smaller than that, teeny tiny, I must have thought of a tiny little ball, anyway.

And I'm forgetting loads of details, but after that, it seems to me I couldn't hear the « demon » insulting me any more.

And it even seems to me that other colleagues were almost congratulating me.

And after that, let's say we went back to the routine of slightly cryptic communication with the people from the phenomenon. Communication that's a bit cryptic, a bit connected to what I think and do, but sometimes adjacent subjects too, surprising stimuli, and so on. Anyway, the routine.

On the sand at Ipanema, the character in his flowered shirt kicks a ball back over the net, facing three other players. In the background, the Two Brothers mountain and the beachfront buildings.

Anyway, after that, the next day I got up really early to go play footvolley.

It seems to me that around then it was some of them who were telling me off for not getting out of the house enough and not mixing with other people.

It might sound obvious to do sport and activities with other people to see some faces, and so on, for your well-being, to feel better, but you have to keep in mind that when this story happens I'd already spent about 5 years living through what's happening to me every day without understanding it and without finding people who really genuinely want to help me.

I spent my days and my nights turning it over and complaining about what was happening to me and about those people harassing me without really understanding why it was happening to me. Like a lot of people, I was trying to find the answer on the internet.

Because of that, I'd sunk into a pretty unhealthy routine where basically I just worked during the day from home, remotely, in the morning and early afternoon, then we'd go to the gym together and we didn't do many other activities.

The main reason is that I slept really badly at night, like a lot of people who complain about « gangstalking », « targeted individual », and so on, on social media.

Anyway, but despite the tiredness and the lack of decent sleep I'd finally got myself going to do a team sport, footvolley.

It was cool but it was at 6 in the morning, so not great after only sleeping a few hours.

In the turquoise water off Ipanema, the character swims with his head and shoulders above the surface, looking out to sea. In the background, the beach, the seafront buildings and the Two Brothers mountain.

Anyway, that day after the session, which lasted an hour, I went for a swim because it feels great but also to cool down and get the sand off me.

Anyway, after that, I think I had a wander along the beach and then I got home around 10.

Sitting on a stool in the kitchen, the character holds a folded paper towel in his hands and looks at it closely, surprised.

I don't remember what I did at home after that, but going by the video I found in my gallery, dated 12 February at 1:18 p.m., I remember I was sitting on the stool at the little table we have in the kitchen.

Like it often happens when I go swimming and put my head under water, I sometimes end up with water stuck in my nasal cavity, it seems. And I only notice it hours later sometimes, when I bend my head down for instance and water starts running out of my nose.I know it's a bit gross/strange, but it happens.

Anyway, so I blew my nose to get out the water that was stuck inside.

And after blowing my nose, I looked at the paper towel and I saw a little yellow/green ball.

Right then, when I saw the little ball, I immediately started thinking back to what had happened the day before.

And I was half smiling and half like this: 😮

In my whole life, I've never had anything like that turn up in my nose.

It's happened to me plenty of times to have slightly black snot when I go to places with a lot of pollution, or when doing building work, but never a ball like that in my nose.

It looked like a seed, I don't know, right then I wondered what do I do with this? At first, I told myself I'd put it in a pot with some soil to see if it would grow.

But on reflection, I crushed it and threw it in the bin.I was stressed and a bit freaked out, because after all, if you connect it to what had happened the day before, I was telling myself it was a « demonic » ball 🤣

I regret it a bit 😢 Looking back, I'm certain it's all so well put together that it would have grown into a plant/flower.

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That's pretty huge though, isn't it? What are the odds of something like that happening? The most likely thing is that this ball/seed got into my nose when I went for a swim in the morning after the footvolley session. And yet, the day before, no way of telling it was going to happen. Right?

So, the people from the phenomenon mentioned in religions among other places are not only people who can know what I'm thinking live, before I have time to put words on my own thoughts. We communicate both ways with words and images, but not only that, all my thoughts, emotions, etc. that I feel day to day. They do it as if it were trivial!

They can also pull off sleight of hand like this. Which defies any understanding of what is possible and what isn't.

So I'd really like to know the opinion of those who say that « gangstalkers » are people from a secret organisation running experiments that come close to torture on poor souls. How could they have put a ball in my nose the day after what I'd said? Even more so using some amazing cutting-edge technology, or one kept secret from the rest of the world?

And for those who say that these voices I hear are just quite simply a personification of thoughts coming from my unconscious or my subconscious, how could my body have known, since that ball only got into my body the next day, by coincidence?

Standing in the living room, the character looks up at two identical bubbles repeating « What language do I have to tell you this in? »

Especially since around that time, before and/or after, I don't remember any more, there was a man whose voice is familiar, a fairly old man I'd say, a bon vivant sort of voice I'd say, who kept saying, fairly regularly, over several days:What language do I have to tell you this in?

Anyway, for me there's no doubt left that these are the people from the phenomenon mentioned in religions among other places.

That doesn't mean I understood at the time that they were well-meaning and trying to help me. They gave me some frights afterwards (partly because of me). But that moment mattered, for me to start realising what was going on.