Psalms 123:10 Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers; The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
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You don’t need to suffer
as I have,
you need a space
the size of a seed
in your heart. -
You don’t need to suffer
as I have,
you need a space
the size of a seed
in your heart. -
You don’t need to suffer
as I have,
you need a space
the size of a seed
in your heart. -
You don’t need to suffer
as I have,
you need a space
the size of a seed
in your heart.
Zachary Philip Brill is a man touched by GOD. His poetry contains his love for a woman given to him with a sign, and he continues to make accounts of miracles in his life. He cared for a pet caracal that was a conduit for the souls of people. He was possessed to go to Ukraine and give signs that a war was coming. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, and following his brother’s death, he was homeless. Much has been lost, and much has been taken from Zachary. He prays that life will continue to reward him for his courage and his chronicles.
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Isaiah 52:7 How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the ones who bring good news.
04.22.26. Sophia, they are keeping me awake for days and torturing me to act insane in public. Call your father and tell him that we need an attorney immediately to stop the FBI. I cannot get another place to live and I only have $800/mo for rent that I cannot access. I was told to commit another crime three days ago and did so on command. There is now a warrant out for my arrest and I will likely be in jail or prison for months or longer. I was forced into something similar to another BPD episode while in jail not previously having any symptoms of BPD after being maintained in a state of psychosis through the initial arrest.
I am afraid for my life. I am afraid for my love, my chances for a family, my chances for any future worth living. The FBI promised a book over a year ago and have not helped me escape these horrible circumstances, instead commanding violence between myself and neighbors and keeping me dependent on an abusive alcoholic mother with Munchausen syndrome to keep me in the mind of broken child. When I was arrested just earlier this week, I asked the police officer to lock my door and she did not find the keys in front of the microwave. Many of my most priceless possessions were stolen from my apartment while I was in jail. Even a very special analogue clock was disfigured. . .
I am currently locked in my small apartment on 12th and Clay and have begun making recordings of the torture I am subjected to. They have already let up to some degree. I will post videos if I am put into fits of screaming pain or spasms. I have just experienced an auditory hallucination in a way that has never occurred in my life.
The FBI has withdrawn their promise of publishing a biographical account of my life.
Police came to my door to arrest me. I did not let them in. I am afraid for my life. I am currently locked in my room with horrific fear. I do not have any money and I am afraid to go outside.
EVIDENCE FBI: WDK3KOPPAN
