I should note that the school staff tried to help us. They tried to talk to us and try to reconcile the situation. However, their efforts were in vain. I started being bullied by friends of a classmate that I was in conflict with. Day after day, I had to go places where I felt uncomfortable. At home, I was criticized and yelled at, and everything usually ended with me crying. I was being bullied at school, and I started to rebel.
I don’t remember exactly what happened, but I woke up in the middle of the night in my room. I think I smashed my computer monitor and broke all the pots of my mother’s flowers that were on the windowsill. For the first time, I pushed my mother and maybe even hit her. I’m not trying to justify myself, but I honestly don’t remember what happened. It was as if a veil of anger covered my eyes.
My stepfather thought that I might have been on drugs, but I hadn’t even drunk alcohol that night. I had never taken any drugs before. The only time I had any substance in my body was when I took a medication to numb myself, which was prescribed by a doctor.. I had been in labor for approximately thirteen hours when the doctors decided to expedite the process by administering medication into my back, along with an anesthetic.
The influence of the joker demon on me was great. I gave one of my abusers a blue elephant-shaped men’s thong for 14 years. (The trunk was for the male sexual organ). The cute panties also had eyes. It was at school during recess. Yes, together with my class, I had a good laugh and ruined the boy’s birthday. Physics was disrupted. And for some reason I’m still not ashamed. And for 15 years, I gave the same boy a lighter with a picture of the Joker.
There was another case. At school, I tried very hard to study well, my mother yelled and bullied me for grades. Math was my problem. Even my math tutor had a hard time with me. There was a quarter test in the math lesson. I couldn’t sleep at night because of her. My nerves were on edge. Someone made a joke in class. After this joke, I felt so funny that I asked to leave. I went to the bathroom. I had a fit of hysterical laughter in the bathroom, I laughed so long and loudly that I started crying. I couldn’t stop laughing.
Following the completion of my ninth-grade studies, I relocated to Saratov, where my adolescence unfolded and my life commenced. Upon reaching the age of 21, I became aware of my exceptional capabilities, enabling me to perceive and hear phenomena beyond the realm of ordinary perception. Initially, I attributed these experiences to schizophrenia, keeping them concealed from others. By the age of 21, I was already married with a two-year-old son. Had I disclosed my condition to anyone, it would have resulted in my confinement in a psychiatric institution, and my in-laws would have sought to remove my child from my care. My spouse would not have provided me with support.
Then the electrical appliances at home started to turn on and off by themselves. This happened with a TV once, with an epilator, and even with a Nokia phone keyboard. Imagine you’re lying on the couch at home, the TV is off, and it lights up and turns on. The remote control is a meter away from you, but the TV turns on several times. I remember this happening in front of witnesses. It was scary. Then I thought, what if there’s something special about me? What if something has woken up in me and is trying to break free? So I had to choose between a mental hospital and an educational institution. I decided to study. When I made that choice, my fate changed completely, making me who I am today.
Having made the decision to study witchcraft, I decided to relax in the club. Think about it. It was a new place for me, it was in Saratov. That club was notable for the fact that there was a statue of the Joker in it.