My Brother JohnnyBoy He was a year and 6 months older than me. I was my brother’s keeper. He was the golden child. He explained to me about algorithms when internet was dial up. Although he was a jock and handed the keys to the world he committed suicide. He struggled with drugs and alcohol. The pedestal we put him on was too much for him to hold onto. Today is his birthday. With the help of this community and modules I have been able to break out of this layer of the matrix I have created for myself. The Survivors Guilt of not being able to save him. For being mad at him. This day I used to panic and spiral into a deep depression Today I celebrate his life. The one we shared. Today I thank God for memories we shared together. The places we went together and the love we had for one another.

I just so happened to start this fast right as a video about 4 celestial bodies aligning popped up. During this fast, I’ll be strategically using salt water, short full-body HIT sessions, and another protocol I’ll leave unnamed. The goal is to lose some fat, clear out stubborn inflammation, and see what happens. The longest fast I’ve ever completed before this was 90 hours, and I haven’t done another one since that attempt more than 18months ago. That relatively short fast, combined with the other protocols I was experimenting with at the time, seemed to temporarily change the way I perceived things. I felt more sensitive to the energies around me. For example, I found myself reacting consistently to changes in the Schumann resonance, and I also became drawn to certain YouTube readers who claimed to interpret people’s situations through cards and similar methods. What unsettled me was how accurate some of those readings empirically were. They would describe situations that seemed oddly specific to my life despite having no direct knowledge of me. Looking back, maybe it wasn’t that they were somehow connecting to me personally. Maybe I was connecting to a collective field out there. Whatever the explanation, at the time it genuinely felt as if I were being watched. That’s what both excites and scares me now. This time, I’m not aiming for 90 hours. I’m aiming for 200. If a 90-hour fast was enough to permanently reduce the amount of food I ate for the next six months and leave a lasting impression on my energetic perception for over a year, then what might 200 hours do?? I don’t know. On top of that, I’ll be exclusively drinking reverse osmosis water from my local supermarket this time, so hopefully those birth control chemicals and other random BS aren’t in my water unlike my last attempt. Part of the reason I’m posting this is accountability. Putting it into words makes it harder to quit when things get uncomfortable. But if I make it through, I’ll also share some of the stranger observations and personal discoveries I’ve made along the way.