Before hearing ThE VoIcEs for the first time on Saturday, February 18, 2023, I was spiritually empty, a worldly skeptic. In the time since, I have found myself in harrowing situations I never thought I would face: My first ambulance ride. Seventeen psychiatric holds. My first broken bones. Surgery under anesthesia, twice, and 3 road accidents that could have easily left me paralyzed or dead.
Over 2 months have passed since I last went inside a psychiatric facility, and physically, aside from some minor, lingering backaches, I am altogether healed.
My estranged lover is afflicted by a dark, vengeful energy that compelled her to make repeated, credible threats on my life and liberty between August – December 2024 via text message. Back in December, she sent lengthy missives in Latin invoking Lucifer. Prior to that, in May 2024, a person purporting to be my mother told me I was molested as a child during a lengthy text conversation. Another tormentor seemingly followed me into my workplace. You’ll recall the Live videos of me barricaded inside hotel rooms.
From February 2023 – April 2024, before these individuals chose to switch from Astral Projection/telepathy to something substantiable (text messages) there wasn’t much I could do to prove the threats were real. I was just another paranoid-schizophrenic, although I’m told that people who suffer from the condition rarely remember the exact date, time, and place where they began hearing disembodied voices. (Saturday, February 18, 2023 around 1PM in the bathtub at 116-18 Marsden Street) Coincidentally, this was roughly a month after I broke off “regular” communications with my quarrelsome mother.
The final time I went to a psych ER, it wasn’t even technically for “ThE VoIcEs.” Back in November 2024, I approached an NYPD officer on the street and showed him the threatening text messages. He agreed it was not safe for me to go home, and I was allowed to spend the night in Jamaica Hospital – the same place where I was admitted involuntarily, for the first time ever, on March 15, 2023 (Beware the Ides.) That first time going in, I was arrogant and defiant. I was certain what/who I was hearing (at the time, my mother, my ex-boss, and an unknown male) were real and would eventually be exposed. Critically, I did not have a personal relationship with God. I was held against my will for roughly a week, and it rocked me to the core. Although I WAS again hearing voices this final time, I did not express that to the staff or let these tormentors (who now included my estranged lover and her current partner) unsettle me. I casually strolled around the ward, praying to God. In the morning, I was released without incident. I went straight to church afterwards. (Isaiah 41:10)
The threats my estranged lover made against my liberty included bad things of which I actually am guilty (theft) and truly vile things that I would never do (exploitation of minors.) In both cases, “the truth has set me free.” (John 8:32) During one of my visits to the NYPD 109th Precinct, I confessed to my theivery. I preferred to be taken into custody by honest guardians of justice instead of whatever demonic, deep state racket my lover is involved with. NYPD told me not to worry about it, as my crimes were nearly a year stale. I told the truth, and was seemingly absolved of guilt. I’m certainly not going to do it again; it’s a Commandment. As for the most heinous charges for which I am innocent, CSAM, I erased my entire file server, losing years of professional design work in the process. However, this had an unintended side effect of purifying me of sinful lust coming from my former *legal* stash of adult entertainment. (“Gentle femdom” images, videos, and erotic fiction, always involving consenting adults of legal age.) God works in mysterious ways. Additionally, I have extensively documented her punitive text messages and anomalous activities in my information systems. The truth is my sword and faith is my shield. (Ephesians 6:14-16)
I praise & thank God Almighty for delivering me from all the emotional & bodily trauma thus far. Yet, there is one more trial on the horizon, in Nassau County Family Court on February 18, 2025. My estranged lover has perjured herself in an attempt to imprison me. The last time I hammered out an 1,800-word essay outlining her deceit, her lawyer fired off a proposed agreement at a half-past midnight, hours before we were scheduled for court. I didnt actually check my email that morning, but it didn’t matter because the same attorney subsequently fell ill, and the trial was reset. Their proposal generously offered to forego her “request for incarceration,” but required me to take down all my past social media posts referencing her misdeeds. (This was before grantfaber.org was published.) Since these posts (The Truth) are all that stand between me and unjust persecution, I wouldn’t have taken the offer, anyhow. I’ll take a dubious Harassment charge over kiddie porn any day. Hopefully, the Honorable Judge Segal Blakeman will see through her ruse, but there is a real possibility I might be going to jail. Whatever the outcome, I will not betray my faith in God. (Revelation 2:10)
Twenty years ago, Petitioner and I terminated our pregnancy. I had no confidence that I could provide for her or our child, and I did not want to rob her of her college education. If I had only been closer to God then, I would have valued life like I do now. Furthermore, starting a family would have kept us together. I don’t know whether we would have found God, but what matters is that He has found (and saved) me now.