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20 years ago today Planet Earth got a nasty wake-up call when the 9/11 Attacks rocked America. Nine years later on September 11 2010 as I was sitting alone in the garden at 11 Lyndhurst Rd. (later Big Tree Harare) my personal world was turned upside-down and forever changed. A to-date unidentified foreign entity started using my own voice and body to talk through me as if I was some sort of radio. This entity is still talking through me today, 11 years later, and is still unidentified. At the same time there was some sort of physical rift in my body which was to torment me for the next 9 years when it just as mysteriously dissolved and my consciousness was once again reunited with my physical body. The voice however did not stop using me as a conduit for talking and still does all these years later. To say I lost my innocence is an understatement. And furthermore as it was on the anniversary of 9/11 I identified it as an attack albeit on a personal rather than global level. The months that followed at the end of 2010 were a horrific personal experience or nightmare that will forever scar me. Hallucinations, visions, voices from the other side – you name it. And although I was at home with my family I had no way of communicating this experience with the outside world. It was truly my darkest hour.

The years following this “attack” have been primarily one of adjusting to my new circumstance as some sort of vehicle for this unknown entity. Its latest words in the calm of hindsight are “I don’t know who to call myself”. And I am left with something that is as traumatized by the event as I am as its host.

Instead of calling September 11 2010 9/11 I called it Black September as it was truly a black day in my life. However as time has gone on I discovered that that name was already taken i.e. Black September as in the Jordanian Civil War. And because I was in Zimbabwe I eventually chose the Shona translation to give September 2010 a name: Nhema Gunyana. Nhema Gunyana this and Nhema Gunyana that.

And now at the end of the eleventh year after Nhema Gunyana “the voice” has taken on more the roll of a companion in my mind and life and it’s doing no harm now. But I’m left with the uncomfortable thought that “you can’t not say something”. And by that token I can’t prevent the voice from speaking. And thus, though I am still aware of my own ego and consciousness, I can’t help but be influenced by this foreign entity.

It says things like “I didn’t know that difficulty altogether” and “I didn’t know that”. These are some it its favourite phrases. “I didn’t know that at all”. However these mere smatterings are the tip of the iceberg and often the verbalisations are in response to thoughts and experiences deep in my mind and life.

But – and I must say that it’s a big “but”: Because of the commonality of Nhema Gunyana occurring on the anniversary of 9/11 all the way back in 2010 there was some deeply unconscious programming coming from events in the outside world at large. And as a British Canadian subject aware of events historically, it seemed like a “Canadian” version of the World Trade Center Attacks of 9/11. And so from Nhema Gunyana to this day 11 years later, as American troops are being evacuated from Afghanistan, there was always a thought to myself and the Nhema Gunyana “Attack” as an attack on a Canadian or American. And this lead to subsequent actions and events here in Harare and my dedication to getting Big Tree Harare and all the rest of my profiles online on the Internet as we were lucky enough to have access to the Internet and so it was a real possibility. And in my darkest hour the Internet provided a useful tool.

Now I am safely “home”. Thanks to family, friends and doctors far and wide. But with a “passenger”!! An entity that we are still trying to find the origin of. All I can say is that it really is a “foreign” being, but one able to show concern the compassion. Furthermore I am now able “at the 11th Hour” to make a break from my personal history and move on with my life albeit with a lot of chitter-chatter along the way.

“For Sure” the entity says: “I didn’t know that”.

From the two of us

love jn 💕