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My Transition 2
If you are reading this, please read the My Transition 1 before reading this post. When we reached the house, the one who had convinced me to help the hospital got out of the L3Van vehicle with an alibi that he had to pee. I saw them talking like confirming something to his wife. The guys who sit beside me (i.e., on my left and right) start holding my arms as they squeeze me in the middle so I cannot move. The two guys at the back choked me. I could not move even my head. They wrap me and tie me like an animal ready to be slaughtered. The nurse (now in the back seat)just watched and did nothing. The two guys at the front watched outside for people who might interfere. The other guy is the driver. I smashed my head into the window of the vehicle because my neighbors were watching, hoping that they would help with this abduction against my will. Some of them laughed, some gave a blank face, and some did not mind as if nothing had happened in front of their face It was an abduction.
When we reached that place near the cockpit, they stopped the vehicle and held me again. This time, the nurse took an injection and injected something on me twice. We continued to travel, and it took around 2-3 hours. Once we reached the place, I saw that it was a mental hospital. The vehicle went inside, closed the gate, and security personnel guarded it. I realized that it was not just a mental hospital but also a prison.
We went inside. There were guests, visitors, girls, nurses, parents and of patients and patients. In front of them, they demanded to undress/strip off in front of many people. I said no because it’s embarrassing. They threaten that they will tie me up and will remain that way, so against my will, I undress in front of many people. When all that was left was my underwear, I begged, and then they instructed me to go to the toilet, somebody pulled my underwear at my back and wrote my last name on it., It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
For several months, they imprisoned me against my will. It keeps extending and extending. Inside this prison, I met people who were not really insane or mentally ill. I thought that mental hospitals were for insane people, and it changed my point of view that it is also a tool to push other people’s agenda to control you. Think about it: if Galileo came out from a mental hospital, who would believe him that the earth is round (my terms for heliocentrism)? Why would they (those who put me inside that prison) keep pushing me to go back to work?
Finally, after several months, they released me and pushed me to take the medicine. The only medicine that I find helpful is sleeping pills so I can sleep over the evil things they have done to me, thinking they are doing the right thing but are only thinking of what they want, enforcing their will against mine.
In my place, I want to review my reflections, learnings, and research; it’s all gone, they stole it. All my hard work is gone. They do not really respect me. Their banner is for my goodness, but the truth is, they want to impose their will against my will. Why would they take my research? The dirty games they would play are to make it appear that it’s satanic and demonic, and that is the typical way of how their deceitful way of dealing with whistleblowers. Is the research I’ve done regarding the corruption of the Roman Catholic Church during the period of Martin Luther Satanic? If that is the case, then why does their church exist if it is Satanic? You see, the one who is researching for the wrong thing done by their church is the one they will demonize. What about the acts that made those histories of their church? It is not about the researcher, it is not about the whistleblower, it is about their wrong act as a church or a religious institution. My research is heading towards Torah and Tanakh. Torah is not satanic, and Tanakh is not demonic! It is just their dirty games to demonize the whistleblowers for people to stay away from them and not listen to the lectures and reflections of the whistleblowers.
So, did I give them what they wanted? Find out in the third posting how I evolved and became a whistleblower.