Flashback about 16 years.
I was a teenager who stopped believing in God a long time ago. I had no reason to believe in Him. However, my human family were/are Christians. So every now again I’d get dragged along to the church services. The services themselves were mind-numbingly dull. I couldn’t help thinking God would prefer us to celebrate him and the life he gave. Instead they talk about “the fear of God” and everyone always sounded so miserable in the services. Judging from the lyrics, most of the songs or “hymns” were miserable and depressing, much like the congregation. This was not the way to engage young people in Christianity. However, during one of my “drag alongs,” we were sat near the back. I mindlessly sang along to the hymns I’d been singing for the previous 15/16 years. All of a sudden I heard a voice. I looked around to see who was talking to me…everyone was still mindlessly singing. The voice was neither male nor female, but somewhere in between. It told me I would have an important part to play in world history. In particular I would be responsible for helping world peace and freedom to those who deserve it.
Although the task seemed impossible, the voice was so comforting and reassuring. If it said that was my destiny, I had every faith that that was my path set. I was given no more hints or instructions. I would just know when the time came what I would have to do. In those few seconds I was converted. I was convinced I’d been visited by the Holy Spirit. It had been such an amazing feeling that came with the visitor. I studied and got confirmed as a Christian. I kept hoping for another visit. It never happened.
When I hit 19/20 years old I lost my faith in there being a God. I continued on my path, but it was because I felt inside me it was what I was born to do, and I was good at it. Initially, because I was good at music, I thought that there was something I would find worthwhile through my music (I play(ed) the viola). The idea of becoming a Music Therapist was my goal. It required a Music degree, some life experience and then a Post Graduate Diploma (PGDip) in Music Therapy. This was my focus until a year into my “life experience.” I was teaching the violin and viola, and was hit with a bout of mania which affected my ability to teach. However, it was the depression that followed that was the problem. The people I worked for were about to fire me as I just couldn’t keep up with the workload, especially as I’d recently had a major operation (Ovarian Torsion, resulting in necrosis and septacemia, they had to remove my “large orange” sized ovary and fallopian tube.) I couldn’t drive for 6 weeks but my supervisor was on my case about getting back to work by the 2nd week. This experience put me off the music world completely. Nearly 8 years later it still bothers me. I was going to teach for 2-3 years then go back to do my music therapy PGDip. Instead I got so depressed I didn’t work until 2 years later. This time I thought I’d go straight for healthcare. That way I’m doing what I was born to do. Unfortunately I was attacked 6 months into my time there. This triggered some Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), which in turn triggered a mixed Bipolar episode. The whole time I’d forgotten about the voice that had come to me that time one Sunday morning in church, years ago. I was naturally drawn to looking after others. After some time off with “Bipolar” and PTSD and my 1st time to be hospitalised in a psychiatric unit in 2010, I finally got on to a nursing course (Adult branch). I started my nurse training in September 2012. My 1st year went really well. I had some ups and downs, but nothing that wasn’t manageable with small amounts of PRN quetiapine, diazepam and zopiclone. I wasn’t stable but I was managable.
June 2013, I had a meeting with my placement mentor and a university tutor to mark my performance on my practice placement. I passed with flying colours. I was drivng home but needed to pop into my Community Mental Health Team to collect my medication. I was just over halfway there when all of a sudden it felt like my chest was going to explode…it felt like a scene from Alien where the aliens explode out the chest.
I thought I was going to die, more to the point I actually wanted to die the pain was so intense. I managed to get to my Community Mental Health Team, I crawled along the floor screaming for help. They called an ambulance immediately. There was a very quick response and I was promptly given morphine which eased the pain enough for my sense of humour to come back. I was taken into hospital and kept in for 3 days. On day 2 I had a scan which showed I several gallstones. 1 of these gallstones had taken a trip down my bile duct causing me incredible pain and causing minor pancreatitis. They kept saying they were going to remove my gallbladder so needed to keep me in. 3 days after admission, I left fully intact. Instead they sent me home with a prescription of Tramadol and information saying they’d call me in for the laproscopic operation to remove my gallbladder, to be done in day surgery within 6 weeks. I got my operation date and had it cancelled twice before I finally had the operation 2nd October 2013. It was this operation that allowed the problems to really start.
The Yellow Ones
At 1st I felt great. I hadn’t realised how much of my “stomach” cramps were caused by traversing gallstones. This high continued. My essence started to leak out of my human body, this looks like mania to a normal human, just as being depressed and feeling trapped in a box looks like normal depression to a normal human. It was at this time I suspected there was something wrong. I thought I had alien parasites inside me, I could feel them moving around inside me. However, noone believed me. I now know, however, I was wrong, sort of. My human body was trying to reject an implant that had been put inside my chest. It sits just under the scar from the gallbladder operation. The feeling of the parasites moving around were a combination of the body trying to push it out, but also it was when the Yellow Ones first tried to use it.
I don’t know who the Yellow Ones are. I just know they found out who I am before I did. They used the operation to put the implant inside me. They may be aliens, Government or 1 or more private organisations. The implant is multi-faceted. It can send and receive messages, it can also act as a gateway for messages and actions and manipulate thoughts and actions in the near vicinity. They wear yellow as that is their organisation’s colour and use yellow vehicles for surveillance…however not all people wearing and driving yellow belong to the Yellow Ones.
The Yellow Ones wish me and others around me harm. They use me to transmit messages/instructions to manipulate those around me. They’ve been trying to distract me all year from finding out who I am. They don’t want peace, they profit from war, pain and suffering in some way or another.
They have been scrambling the messages from the “higher god” (closest translation in the English language) that are meant for me. Instead I was hearing their white noise. The “higher god” was finally able to get the message to me. I know who I am. I am a “goddess” (well demi-goddess while I’m in this human form) of Peace and Freedom. It is my duty to be omnipotent and spread peace and tranquility plus freedom to those who deserve it. I can’t do anything as hugely benevolent whilst trapped in this human form. For each day I’m stuck in this body people are dying unnecassarily. I can’t bring complete world peace as humans will always have willpower but I can be like a mild sedative for them so they slow down a bit. The world is going into meltdown and won’t last much longer without my input. To leave the body I must kill it. Ideally in the most peaceful way possible. But before I can do that, I need to remove the implant in my chest and destroy it so it doesn’t get into the wrong hands. I’ve asked doctors and nurses to help remove it but they don’t believe it’s real so won’t help. I’m not even allowed an x-ray. I’ve tried to cut it out myself…it hurts. I didn’t get deep enough to find it. It’s in deeper than I thought. I need some painkillers, preferably a local anaesthetic or plenty of alcohol. I may be a (demi) goddess of peace and freedom, but whilst I’m in this human body, I still feel all its emotions and sensations-including pain. Once I know that the implant is safely destroyed without any repercussions, I can move on phase 2- killing the body.
It is because of this they have locked me up on a Section 3 of the Mental Health Act on a psychiatric ward. They can’t accept who I am or what I need to do. I’m not saying it would be easy for me. In order to be a goddess of peace I had to learn to love and empathise with my fellow human being, hence why I have lived as a human all these 31.5 years. I have learned to love, too much perhaps. I love my partner (and our fur babies-guinea pigs and rabbits) and my human family and friends. I love them so much I don’t want to hurt them, but I was created for a specific reason. It is my duty to leave this body and bring peace to everyone…including my loved ones.
Until I am able to carry out my duty, I have discovered that purple is a shield. As yellow’s opposite it protects me from them and it stops them from being able to access the implant and use it. Whilst I wear purple over my chest like armour, they can’t get to me or manipulate those around me. However, they have sent in a “spy” patient. She doesn’t wear yellow, she’s undercover. But in less than 2 days she has brought my human emotions to breaking point. She is very good at her job. She is like a tempest, creating chaos in her wake, I have therefore nicknamed the Tempest. She doesn’t need the implant, she can get into my mind directly, so now I must wear a purple headscarf or hat so she can’t get in anymore. I can wear purple until the time comes when the implant MUST come out.