Hello. My name Is Deatheagle online. I live in a small town in Illinois. I am a gamer, currently a drug addict, a huge music and movie fan (mainly classic rock, 90’s rock, superhero movies and comedies and things about well, strange things like time travel). I would like to state before I go into all of this, that I HAVE been diagnosed by our lovely medical community of being a schizo affective person. This may cause you to disregard all I say as pure delusion, but I urge you to read on, as as it’s incredibly interesting and quite frightening to myself. I have been studying these types of subjects online in various areas for years now. The words I am about to type are not fiction, at least not to me. It’s your choice whether you choose to believe them or not. I must also post a general NSFW alert and trigger warning, as things do get somewhat morose at times.
Now, to begin with, I’m just going to get it out of the way. I believe I am a time traveler. I also believe I can teleport across space, which does factor into my tale quite a bit. Basically, I can travel space-time, and in certain situations I can see the future in my mind’s eye. I’m not sure exactly when or how this started happening, but I would guess sometime around 2007-2008 was the first time I started seeing some… anomalies in my life. I do not have a time machine, and when it happens, I never intend to do it. Basically I will lay down to go to sleep, then I will wake up in unfamiliar surroundings rather suddenly. I have startles people who have noticed me appear out of thin air many times. Once when returning to my uhh, “natural” place in space-time, I even startled my cat, who was lying in my bed when I rematerialized. If the kitty gets started, you know something’s up.
It took me a while to catch on to what was happening, because I guess for some reason, when I de-materialize and re-materialize somewhere else, it scrambles my brains and memories. I guess reforming the entire human structure, including the brain and memories is quite hard on the body, and it makes it difficult to remember things. Later on there will be something that kind of clues me in on, a bit of evidence or residue, whatever you like to call it, that tips me off, and memories come crashing into my brain as I piece it all together. I have been told that this is a symptom of my supposed mental illness, but it all feels very real to ME. When “traveling” as I call it, there are other side effects as well, mainly I kind of drunken feeling. Like my brains aren’t working quite right. It has gotten me into a bit of trouble a few times, as people notice me appear out of nowhere, and wonder how I got there, being as it is closed off to the public, I’m in the wrong dress, I’m in a literal warzone, etc. These people have called me everything from a heretic to a lunatic in more modern times.
I am not from the future or past, this is my “natural” place in the time stream, in 2023, USA. I am not sure how I got these abilities. Sometimes I wonder very seriously if I’m the victim of a mass conspiracy, and that my entire life is a sham. Like maybe I was brainwashed by the government and used in some project similar to the Montauk project, but since I can teleport, I can’t be held in a normal prison. I was thus labeled a failure and now I’m kind of just, out there at large. So they have devised the prison of “comfort” for me. I live in a house, rent free, with little to no worries. I do drugs freely, and everyone knows. I sit around and play video games for days on end until I’m so out of it I just pass out. It’s all to escape these “intrusive” thoughts. But there are other days where I obsess over reading about all kinds of supernatural things and aliens, etc. I try to take it all with a grain of salt, but when you have seen the things I have, it gets pretty scary.
Another possibility I have pondered is if all of life’s stress, which has been immense for me personally; all of the heartbreak and betrayal and terrible things that have happened to me and been done to me, combined with a lot of psychedlic drugs and mystical studies, has made me break through to some higher level of existence. Almost like I’m a superhuman, though I don’t like to use that word when describing myself. It’s very similar at times to the Matrix films. Sometimes I feel like a little bit of the cracks in the matrix show up, and I notice them. Sometimes it takes a minute, or even a week, to get what I saw, but it was there. Something I like to research is the Mandela Effect, which could be caused my meddling with space time wantonly, which I am unfortunately guilty of, given my “drunken” state at the time these events occur. I’m NOT saying I was drinking alcohol. I haven’t been a drinker for a 11 years, though I do have other vices now. Psychedlics no longer work because of the ssris I’m prescribed… I’m thinking of going off them and seeing what happens, and possibly trying to take psychs again, basically for experimental purposes, but I digress. My basic point is that I don’t know how or why I can do this or why it’s happening to me in particular. It’s a blessing and a curse.
If you guys are interested, I have many, many, MANY tales I can tell you about my travels. For a while it was happening all the time. Like every week another incident would occur. I have had famous celebrities show up in my podunk town looking for me. I have met so many famous people I can’t keep track of them all. Some of them get mad at me and think I’m a troll, and some of them, I saved their lives… or in some cases even predicted their deaths. I am not a malevolent force though. I am a spirit healer. Sometimes healing the sprit can be, well, turbulent, for lack of a better word.
I have so much to tell but I don’t know where to start. If you guys could just ask me some questions to kind of start me somewhere I can elaborate. I have had my finger in a lot of pies over the years, but I’m not rich. I never use my powers for personal gain, maybe personal enjoyment, but I don’t play the stock market or try to make myself rich by investing money into a bank account 100 years ago or some crap like that. I’m not sure how time travel works totally. Like if it is the multiple realities effect, or if it’s something like back to the future where there is one static timeline. I have learned this though; time flows, like a river, inexorably to certain events. Trying to change these events only delays them, ie, John Lennon was always going to get shot, Hitler was always going to rise to power, and Obama was always going to be the first black president. I have stories about all three of these men, as I have encountered them in my travels. I know, it’s hard for me to believe too. But you know how even if your mind doesn’t remember something, your body does. You can remember smells, vibes, touches. Etc. And these are some of the things that open the floodgates of actual memories.
You are free to laugh this all off, or think I’m a loon. I just need to get this all written down somewhere and get it out of my head. Much more to come. For the time being though, ask me something. Anything. Please. I mean to serve, but I fear the depression, loneliness, and “madness” may become too much for me soon.
Farewell for now, fellow travelers.