Flying against the laws of physics in hallucinations is the opposite of the psychopathic idiots inside me irritating the material body.

 63. Today is another 3 days. Day 3 repeats the previous 60 days. So I looked at pure hallucinations, not dreams from morning to noon, making sense of falling on top of 60 for the second time. I've been wondering how the hallucinations go, how they can reconnect with my body when they come out, in recent days. Because sometimes, when I wake up from hallucinations, I feel a stone, flesh or brain meat in my head, and I reunite my soul with them. And again, these would mean that you have to spend for these processes. In these hallucinations, I fly slowly, slowly, without touching the floor. Whatever mystery there is in my real-life body or in the materialization of my head, my brain, which I have not yet discovered by my inner self, in my hallucinations I enjoy seeing and seeing in various virtual constructed events in which all the information is interconnected. you will stay. In them, you will experience virtual events that focus more on your three senses, hearing and sight, and movement. Not everyone will be distracted. It's like relaxing. If you, too, feel the aggravation of the relationship with these senses in a significantly slower way, you will very easily forgive how you finally connected to your sleeping body from a sleep hallucination. If you are in a hurry, overjoyed, or frightened, you understand your hallucinations with fear, disrupt the continuity of radically changing events on their own, in their place, in the non-pattern of connections when you wake up forced, your spirit or soul enters your body, feeling the physicality, the stonyness of your head. As a result, you may experience headaches, tremors, and tremors. It's as if your soul or spirit doesn't fill all the brains in your head. In this case, the hallucination can be called in Sanskrit "a sensation that swallows the head." Indeed, in hallucinations, we see, feel, or witness sensations or feelings while swallowing our heads. Now, as the day draws to a close, the old god who has entered Abraham’s body as the connection is twice as far away from Abraham after the 3’s disconnection is starting to laugh at me with repetitive or repetitive mistakes. Otherwise, I would have been forced to do so, despite the fact that Abraham's repetitions or repetitions were the opposite of what I had been told. And they didn't say a word about it. Because when I found out about repetitions or repetitions, Abraham would suffer on his own. Therefore, not only did they deceive me into knowing this, but they also broke me spiritually, by touching the “stone” or materiality of my body from within, with a terrifying fear when I accidentally did my repetitive work. Even these notes, diaries or messages of mine have been carefully checked and given to me several times. It must have protected Abraham from me, from his father, "in a sense." Needless to say, they seem to be following the adage, "My ass is out of the mud, I'm done." The number 1 of Abraham is reversal, repetition, or repetition, and the demons say that my soul should suffer as long as it hurts. I always live under strong, big pressures. Those inside me, those who surround me with my soul from within, will immediately shake my soul or strain my soul in my body, even if I accidentally do what they are used to doing or living. That means they don’t want to bring anyone into their madness, they each have to have their own pure, same-sex insanity. If I did it without knowing what they were doing or doing, I would be on top of their madness, benefiting from their insanity. There is no point in being one on top of the other. It's called one, one. It is always different to say that there are two or more in one. It's as if I've been in your place for a moment, and now it's your turn to constantly vibrate, shake, or frame. So, I come up with ideas, and to see them flush it out, it's really fun. Each of them seems to want to take me out of them and create a pure unity, a mixture of themselves. Here again the devil is commanding me. That's all right, they say. They also know how many posts I have. In fact, they have the power to stop it. It’s like they’re in control of what’s inside me. If they don't think about it, I shouldn't be able to write anything. I feel them. When I open their faces, or go against them, they immediately count to one or two.

The idiots, the psychopaths, say to themselves, "Oh, I mean it or his." I know these stupid idiots or psychopaths well, but I can’t control them anyway. It doesn't matter what I know, they will do what I know.