whispers of a closed time curved loop traveler

    The kidnapping happened without me noticing. To be honest, years later, I got informed they hypothesized me. I had been gone a very long time into a future that, according to the present, no longer exists, is even weirder than the whispers. At first, I thought I was going nuts. I would have dreams of insane people doing insane things. I told my wife. Only to discover she was not whom I recalled for 11 years. She, too, was much different.

    They took me to a shrink. And at first he wanted to see me. I told my story and convinced him I was telling the truth instead of a visit costing hundreds more. He assigned me pills. Those pills did nothing but make the dreams and whispers worse. So I stopped taking them and seeing the shrink.

    To get out of this, I talked to the whispers. Only to discover they were copies of me. Clones so perfect that I was sleeping in their underwear and living in their home for a night or a couple of hours a day. I found their stories were like mine, but so much weirder that I was afraid to do anything but to listen to their stories.

    Their stories. To realize this is the second or third or more time they have died was unexpected. But a truth. That some of them were in hell and told such horrifying stories of memories of being burnt to death by nuclear war. Or dying of famine. Or plague made me want to rethink God and prayer all together. For a while, I did. Their horror stories are getting worse.

    I thought I had found a truth and showed the truth to others that I had found suffering from similar memory problems caused nothing but headaches. We all agreed that once upon a time we ate Big Macs at MacDonalds and wore Sketchers, not Skechers.

    After a time, the screaming of the whispers faded. Then a traumatic event happened. I know people say I am not telling the truth, but on December 2017, in some reality, the whispers started again. They had been a nuclear blast once more. And had died once more. It was enough that the wife forced me to go to a shrink.

    He said I had died. And that I was living a past life. Which made me rethink all the whispers and say yes, I would concur that this body is dead. But I breathe today and you are breathing. No, he said that those were my past lives. My past life was just like yesterday or more like a week ago, to that conversation made me even more nuts at that.

    With that happening, I decided to just stop and started writing about what I saw. Examples ranging from Meat Loaf who died in 2014 in a car accident, living and dying again. To a very detailed date and movement of South America from where I remembered it being for forty-plus years to 2500 miles east of the location, which I would have pointed to in my reality as South America. Kind of strange, I know, but truth is stranger than fiction.

    When I started talking to other with similar experience, I discovered a lot more had changed. For example, New Zealand one island in my reality was now two. But to another person, he stated New Zealand was west of Australia and much bigger in his reality, and he showed a photo. Made me question the multiverse of things. Wondering along. I have seen God push humankind to the end of time or time of tribulation and wonder. If man is doing this or God directing them to do it. Thus reading in Psalms and where he God says they set traps and fall into their own traps? Both explanations are conceivable. All I know is that today’s underwear is tighter than yesterday and I wonder if I gained weight in the mind transfer?

    For yesterday was weirder than most. Both my computer and phone updates showed features that were not there the day before and, trying them out, they forbid me 403. When I wrote about this on Facebook, I got kicked off Facebook. I may no longer ask question there. It makes reality a question of the mind. If I can see this, others can. I know a few people once upon a time and they too whisper to me. That this is not their time, nor their worlds.

    Which leaves the whispers and m speculation that I am dying or dead somewhere and that this is my last hours or minutes and my mind being transferred back to the begging of time or where y mind was stolen. And that is the question on my mind. Did I live a good life? Will this be how I am judged int eh afterlife? And if there is judgment, how do I escape it? For I lived a rather adventurous life. And I am trying to be good. But my dreams make me realize the person here was a monster of some sort.

    Watching the Plague of Revelation 6. The whispers come to me again. Stating is good. Do good. Stop evil. So I look at war and realize that occurring bio-labs are evil. And I agree war is evil. But if Russia is stopping the US from attacking the world again with another Covid virus. Maybe Russia is on the right. And there is in the wrong?

    Wipers the dreams come again. You re alone. And I would agree my Facebook friends are gone. And I have not made more friends in the past seven years. No. There is no one left. My wife and kids think I am insane. And the whispers come again.

    Maybe I am insane? I doubt I have photos. I knew my name. Now the whispers just say I am walking among the dead in a closed time curved loop. Whispers.