Adom’s story simplified: born November 29th, 1988. Mother was becoming a midwife, father was in the film industry. Mental health problems from youth. Difficulty at school. Always wanting to finish my homework, but I would always procrastinate and never get it done. Social trouble. Got to Highscool Rosedale School of The Arts. I got acne which would later permanently damage my face. It happened in high school and went into a deep, dark depression.
Got into drugs to deal with the pain of being at school and acne. I would have fantasies of blowing up the school. First signs of psychosis and OCD. Changed schools and started doing better, then I dropped out of school to pursue a trade, worked at my father’s workplace for years, learned basic software development, and learned basic videography. Began to get stomach aches and nausea. Anxiety began to creep in. Worse than when I was a kid which I would find something to be afraid of and always think it would happen, for years I would think I was going to have a brain aneurysm, and it never happened. Began doing alternative medicine stuff. Met my ex-girlfriend. Got really ill from messing with my body with all sorts of toxic herbs. Mental health began degrading completely.
Lost my job, lost my apartment, had to move to Greenwood very ill. Chills, delusions. Got into writing hip-hop lyrics. I began seeing numbers on license plates after a friend mentioned seeing the same. Wherever I would go, the numbers would show up on plates, cash registers, bank receipts, things like 3:33AM and then I would see a car passing with 333 on the license plate. I thought I was a God, I thought I was an angel, I thought I was Jesus, and I thought my buddy Micheal was the archangel Micheal but also Jesus. Invited gangsters into my house, the situation got really hot, so I moved out to Pape and Danforth, going through drenching anxiety, depression, suicidal feelings, psychosis, ADHD. I began recording music, but the equipment had major problems. I went to live with my sister in Guelph, couldn’t hold up my end of the bargain, ended up in a room, and then I moved to Micheal’s small house in Toronto; his mother and stepfather helped me out for a very long time, and still seeing signs, still thinking all sorts of spiritual things. I moved in with Dylan, got a dog, and was very abusive towards my dog, which ruined me psychologically. Got a rap studio going based on funding from a third party. Told Micheal God was going to speak to us. I ended up with my dog at my aunt’s house; the Lord spoke to me, getting me to write his words on my phone.
Then everything changed. I began speaking with the channels every day and every night, and even dreaming with alien spirits. I went to my sister’s house, had a whole episode where I thought they were trying to suck my soul from my body. Was frozen from a force outside time and space. Thought the Lord was evil and had been running hell for thousands of years, and a big drama between all these spirits took place in my sister’s basement, and it was all highly mechanized. I went out the door naked when the voices told me it was Armageddon and I had to just walk to save my life.
Due to the number of episodes at my sister’s house, and after I took my dog to the shelter, she asked me to leave. By then I had seen visions of hell, I had felt what it feels like to be in hell, and it caused PTSD which I ended up in hospital over. I talked to my mother over the phone, and she said I could live with her, so I traveled to Nova Scotia, Halifax; my mom took me to her house in Windsor. From there I was so mentally ill I could see it, and I wanted help. They turned me down, and I told them this would be a big problem. It felt like I couldn’t help my brain melting. I had numerous meltdowns on Facebook, said all sorts of terrible things about people. Then came the day I thought I had a software invention that would crash the stock market. I called the Police, demanding to speak to Canadian Intelligence. I ended up being taken to the hospital, and they rejected me again, but then I escaped, and the cops got upset, so the doctor ordered me sedated me and took me to a hospital, where I came to and began demanding to use the phone. They refused, and I got violent with them, trying to get to the phone; they sedated me, and because of the violence, they sent me to East Coast Forensic Hospital. I thought I was in a sacrificial ritual, it was nuts. All of the time, I was still talking to the colors, still listening to them in my mind. Saw visions of being a hero of hell, also seeing all sorts of terrible hell stuff. Tried to put a screw threw my foot so I could use the phone, hopped on broken glass to get them to take me to a regular hospital. They eventually discharged me from another hospital, and I came back home to my mother’s house in Windsor, and I was devastated. I wanted to die, but I also wanted to live; it was just so much to go through, and then after a couple of weeks of recovery, the Police showed up and served my charges for the assaults in the hospital. I lost my mind and thought my psychiatrist was working with the cops to have me raped and beaten and murdered in prison. I recorded the whole story of my sisters house, all the spiritual stuff, everything, and then pretended to be a murderer on recording and called my work a manifesto so they would come quickly and arrest me. The next morning they didn’t come, and then my mother got very upset that I had done stuff on Facebook, and then she left and I set fire to the house, and they arrested me and served me arson charges. I ended up in the mentally ill offender unit, then the judge found me not criminally responsible so I went into East Coast Forensic Hospital jail rehab for two and a half years. I recovered a lot of my mental health, but there was still lots of problems. Got discharged to a group home, conditional, and then got my absolute discharge after a year. At first, I was okay, then they tried detoxing me off clonazepam, and I ended up sick and in hospital with seizures.
The detox did not go as they planned, I had a very serious reaction it. After that, I went through a lot of terrorizing thought patterns, and I began to see the whole Universe as a trap of my soul, to torture me forever and all time. It came to the point where Adom died, the light in me was taken by evil, and then my mind fell apart. My mother moved us into a cheap, broken-down house, and it took years to get to this point. I had been stricken by the visions and feelings, I mean you got to realize the feeling of hell is really upsetting. I thought I was going to be destroyed a long time ago, but I’m still here. My mother and father and sisters have helped me through this beyond words. I live in poverty, my family helps out as much as they can.
It was 2013 October and I was sitting on my aunts front porch with my dog. I felt words in my head, and I began writing them in my phone. ‘I am the Lord’ is what I wrote. From that point on I entered a phase where I would ask the Lord things, and write them on my phone. Then I learned I could tap my leg, and the words would come faster. The thing I noticed from the beginning, was there seemed to be communication problems, like my own words were getting in the way of true words of the Lord. I had my first devastating feeling when I thought I had insulted the Lord, and he ordered me on the floor telling me to stay there till the morning. It was an awful feeling, like I had done something horrible. This would become a common theme.
In November 2013, I moved into my sister’s house, talking to the Lord in my mind. Before I knew it, I was playing these games where the words would tell me to do this, tell me to do that, and they had me banging my head into the wall till it was bleeding. Then the Lord began explaining to me that there was RED, and GREEN, and BLUE, and one day they began walking in my body. It felt like having another person piloting your body while you pushed your consciousness to the back of your brain, and allowed them to just do things in your body. Green would say this, Blue would say that, Red would say something else, and I had a very bad feeling about what was coming. Then I had a dream where I was walking in a blue energy room with kids around me, and I felt like it was my job to kill all life on the planet, but this was a terrible thing. Then there was a red energy table, and my dog was cut up into pieces. Green showed me something, but I dont remember what it was. Then I was introduced to Purple, Grey, Orange, White, Pink, Brown and Yellow. I was introduced to Black later. It felt like the father in Heaven was walking in my body, and this was truly a divine situation.
I was having emotional meltdowns, and I couldn’t understand what God was trying to tell me, too many things in the way. Then Blue froze me with an energy from outside this dimension, and I was told in the bathroom that they were trying to pull my soul out of my body and use it to do Armageddon. I saw my body walking around, talking to different friends, and they thought it was Adom, but really, it was they controlling my body and getting my friends’ souls pulled from their bodies. I remember lying in bed thinking I had made a terrible mistake talking to these spirits, and that Gabrielle and Michael would not escape a terrible fate. Somehow I ended up naked and Green convinced me it was the beginning of the end of the world, and Yaweh was in my body, and it was time to walk out the door. It took a lot of bravery on my part, but at some point, I was so terrified I was about to die, I just walked out the door naked and walked down the street. I was picked up by the cops, who took me to the nearest psychiatric unit. I felt magic and miracles happening all around me, and thought this was going to be an adventure. My sister noticed I was missing and put out a missing persons report to the Police, and they identified me in the hospital. My father showed up, and I made up a story to get out of that place. They let me go, and then I had a strange phone call with Micheal. The next few days, I would be trying to celebrate Haunnika, and then I was introduced to BLACK, and things got crazy again. November 27th, 2013, they tried to get me to light enough candles to create a menorah, and then a voice said, ‘they’re trying to murder you again.’ It was like BANG, right in the middle of a demonic sacrificial ritual. So I began speaking with my ‘soul’ and it told me to go get smokes at a local store. Then suddenly a massive change happened, the voice told me was ‘human,’ and they had just failed at trying to kill me, and they were going completely insane trying to figure out what to do. He told me they were the Gods, and they had tried to walk NOT ALLOWED to sacrifice me and take my body. Apparently, an angel doing a Jewish ritual was against the system rules; it was reserved for Jews, but angels would be ejected from their system if they tried taking advantage of Jewish magic.
Human told me he was around the colors, controlling their seeing, and manipulating them without being able to do anything about it. For a good week they were just going crazy, and Human was showing me visions of them trying to do a Nazi new world order, or a Gay Pride new world order and it was hilarious. Then once they went crazy enough, Human sent them a machine to feel their plans, and they all went through terrible torture because all of their plans were World War 3 and 4, and the end of the world so massive amounts of suffering all over. He told me they had been replaced by machines that didn’t know what was going on but kept choosing evil roads, which hurt them. It was all hard to believe, but I went with the story, visions assisting the process. Eventually, human revealed to me that they had run hell, and they were supposed to be giving things the ride of their existence, but they chose to torture everyone. So I saw visions of hell, and it really hurt, I mean it was truly horrifying on every level. All sorts of stories played out, believing this and then believing that, and at some point, it got so intense that I took my dog to a shelter. Then, after I thought I had defeated the enemy, my father showed up and told me my sister wanted me to leave, so I was looking at homelessness. I felt like a cooked turkey when I finally talked to my mother, and she paid for bus tickets to get to Nova Scotia. I went through a long bus ride of seeing nothing but hell all over, and it was terrible. When I got to my mother’s house, it was days before I realized I was psychologically very damaged, like thinking about doing a bunch of cocaine and stealing a car and driving really fast. It was PTSD, and it was guiding me to look for help desperately.
Mechanicism Official 