What I Sensed Before the Pandemic
In late 2019, something shifted around me. I sensed that the world was about to enter a very dangerous state, and the beings - those I sometimes communicate with, or who seem to live in my sphere - came to me with a message. They told me there was going to be a decease, something we could not avoid, and we would simply have to wait and see.
Entering the Pandemic
When the pandemic struck in early 2020, those warnings felt painfully clear. We tried to protect ourselves - masks, distancing, hygiene - but it was not easy. We began hearing terrifying stories of people with severe breathing problems, and soon after, of people rumored to have died.
The Vaccine Warning
The beings also told me there would be a vaccine soon. They warned me that it might not be the best, but that it would still protect us from becoming too sick. Weighed against the risk of death, I calculated the vaccine was the best survival choice. But they cautioned me about potential serious side effects.
In retrospect, I wish I had listened more closely to that warning. After taking all three doses, I began hearing about young people developing clots, even brain hemorrhages. When I look at the official statistics, they still - even in 2025 - do not clearly show a significant change from earlier data, which is strange. As a former coder, I know statistics often speak the truth, but I remain skeptical. Maybe the full picture will not come to light for decades.
Working Through the Crisis
During those pandemic years, I worked hard, fortunately from home as a coder. I was there for my daughter while she was home-schooled, and that was a blessing. When things began to look brighter, my wife and daughter surprised me for my early 60th birthday with something wonderful - a complete home studio.
Rediscovering My Music
That studio allowed me to dive back into my music from the 80s and 90s. I realized that hard rock was impossible alone, since that needs a band and real drums. So I reshaped my music into synth-based rock and pop, experimenting with sampled drums and learning to arrange them properly. Understanding when to use a ride, a hi - hat, and other elements was a big learning curve. Mixing and mastering also took months of practice and countless YouTube tutorials.
My biggest challenge was my hands. After my stroke, I had to re - learn how to play the piano and the guitar. It was hard, but I pushed through. My fingers slowly regained enough skill to let me record demo versions, even if the sound was more pop - like due to the synths. It was only later that I discovered how many producers build songs with sampled kicks and snares, and I learned to accept that.
Despite the struggles, I am proud of what I achieved. I documented my forgotten past - my music - for my daughter, who had never really known that side of me. Now she does.
Life After the Stroke
The beings still talk to me sometimes. I remember seeing them while lying in the MRI scanner after my stroke, along with faces of loved ones I had lost. They comforted me as my brain took damage - memory, focus, and occasional confusion. My attention span has never fully recovered, so I can only focus 10 to 15 minutes at a time. That makes big projects slow and challenging. I am really damaged by the stroke, more than anyone can imagine, but they don't care one bit - as long as they can ruin my life, they'll do it. As I said, they can't break me.
Looking Ahead
Lately, I set myself a new goal: to become healthier, beyond music. But life keeps throwing hurdles. The authorities, in my view, have tried to break me - maybe because I’m on early retirement, maybe because I am a Greenlander. Some of them hate people like me, and now that I depend on them, they see a chance to hurt me. But they will not succeed. I have been through worse, and I will not let them break me.
Thankfully, in Denmark, we have the right to complain, to go to court, and to involve the media if needed. And I will.
For now, I keep moving forward - guided by the beings in my sphere, supported by my music, and determined to protect my story for my daughter, no matter how long it takes.