Fear of God

I enjoyed The Game when it encouraged me to exercise and played my favorite songs as motivation. The feedback from the other side felt like company and mostly challenged me to do my best.

But the first time God was in an angry mood, his tantrum really scared me. By then, I had grown accustomed to my apps working together to communicate.

One morning, I woke up to find my entire YouTube feed completely different. It was filled with meditations, all in a similar style, delivering a factual, universal message: my life would soon be over. My newsfeed and everything the algorithm served seemed to be preparing me for my final day. A podcast started playing on its own, repeating terrifying scenarios of being trapped.

My apps took turns bombarding me with dark, threatening messages. God was on the jukebox, in an angry mood that day. What kind of monster could turn music, my very favorite thing, against me? If I hadn't been so terrified, I’d have been furious. What an evil way to torture a peaceful music nerd like me.

Since our apps are so connected to reality these days, this game can spill over into real life. Through surveillance, even a simple errand, like a trip to a storage locker, can be tampered with. A predator can watch a target through the ever-watchful eyes surrounding us in this age of constant monitoring.

They can lock the gate remotely, or not, right through your entry app. I’d have to write another book to explain how I learned the Fear of God firsthand, but trust me; now I understand the power of his strength.

I learned that God was watching everything my kids did, in both directions, through their cameras. I sought help at the hospital. The police turned me away, I didn’t know what else to do. Digital manipulation is a brand-new type of crime.

I can see my kids' locations on a map through their Apple devices. So when God threatened Tiger’s life unless I followed his directions, I took it seriously. Much like the night before I left that past October, when someone else controlled my screen, the "Find My" app began behaving in ways I’d never seen before.

This sounds insane, I know. It would be clearer if I could actually show you. But the icon representing my son’s location moved from “home” to the middle of the Hudson River. It happened three times in a row, as if to emphasize the stakes and how serious this was. Then, a video began to play, directing me to follow orders perfectly or “GAME OVER”, and Tiger would be gone.

Trying to explain a series of events like this, across different devices, was difficult. I feared my children were in danger, and in this case, the warning signs were cryptic; difficult to see. How could Wilson, or anyone, believe me? I wasn’t even sure what God wanted from me, but the indirect threat scared me enough to silently agree; for the safety of my son.

My divorce had just been finalized days before. I was detached from my friends, and all my phone calls had been supervised for months. God really had me in a corner, and I knew it. I was legally untethered, and my credibility was shot from misdiagnosis, connected to this Game from months before.

I looked back over everything I'd done since answering Coyote's message, feeling like the biggest fool for dancing into such a trap. I had dragged my family into it; cursed us all, they didn't even know yet. I got caught up by feeling special, like I was chosen. My starry eyes, my greed, and my lust had really messed things up.

I completely understand the headlines about people committing suicide after being “gang-stalked.” The term has a bad reputation, but it describes a real phenomenon; when predators manipulate someone into making real-world decisions. In theory, you’d think you could just ignore the threats, knowing they’re fake.

These criminals use mind control so complex and subtle, it’s actually not new at all. Similar patterns were used in Nazi Germany; for war, for ethnic cleansing. My guess is that Trump and his crew are working on a plan right now along those lines. Thanks to technology, they can make the ones they like into human incubators for their genomes. Or kill off an entire race, with far less mess than other wars, with weapons made of steel.

Do you understand that you're carrying the most dangerous weapon ever known to man, in my opinion. And it can see, and talk, and listen. It teaches special lessons in ways you can’t even imagine. Is it in your pocket now? Hey, i like those AirPods. My daughters both have cute, colorful accessories for the access points their owners use, to wash their minds, like mine.

I’m telling you firsthand, it’s impossible to ignore the kind of signals I was getting. My predatory captor knew my brain so well by then that I still have nightmares about the tricks he played to get inside my head. I couldn’t even explain it to my therapist. I mean… do you believe me now?

It’s not so easy, I get it. Being trapped in isolation with this game inside my head was an existence worse than death. I’m a strong survivor, and I was running out of ideas on how to stop it. The only thing that seemed to help was writing. And then I realized, if I ditch my phone, they can’t surveil me; not as easily, anyway.

I didn’t write this book for entertainment. It saved my life, I mean it. I’m posting so much content because I’m worried sick about our kids.

I got a glimpse of a possible future, one where the next world war ignites inside our pockets. And I’m afraid it’s already underway. Your greatest enemy might already be training your kids for their army, through that shiny watch you got them for protection.

Please listen to this mother’s warning: it’s time to ditch these spy devices, I mean, phones, before the robots suck more minds into their servers, like they tried to do to me.