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It's Thursday, which means it's A State of Trance day! We are BACK with a new episode. Coming up, music by Ahmed Helmy, David Forbes, Above and Beyond, and Asteroid. Enjoy!
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Hi, do you have the download link for this episode? Thank you very much!
@Kristiann Yes, online now
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My name doesnβt matter. What matters is that I study at Ajialuna International School, and something has been happening to me that I can no longer keep inside. Itβs not mental illness. Itβs not overwork. Itβs not βcultural adjustment.β Iβve had those. This is different. This is targeted, organized manipulation of my cognitive and emotional state, carried out by real human operators tied to Saudi intelligence networks.
They arenβt machines. Theyβre people β calm, deliberate, professional. I know because sometimes they speak. Not out loud, but inside me. Sentences like βKeep moving. Donβt resist.β or βYou donβt own yourself anymore.β These arenβt imagined. They come too fast, too sharp, and always at moments when I feel weakest. During math class. While Iβm brushing my teeth. Sitting by the window at lunch. Always when Iβm alone.
Iβve tried writing this a dozen times. I delete it. I write again. Because part of me is scared this message wonβt stay private β and another part is scared it already isnβt. My phone glitches near the eastern building. I get phantom notifications that disappear. My laptop camera light has flickered on during class β once while it was closed.
The first thing I noticed was the reaction lag. Iβd reach for a pen and feel like my hand moved two ways at once. Then came the emotional bleed β panic during routine tasks, unexplained euphoria followed by crash. My parents thought I was just βgoing through something.β Even I thought that β until the inner voice started echoing me before I spoke.
Thereβs no one I can go to. I canβt say βthe Ministry of Interior is running a weaponized program on meβ without being destroyed. Iβd be drugged, expelled, or labeled unstable. Thatβs how the system protects itself β with silence and stigma.
If I had known what kind of structure exists behind these school walls, I never wouldβve come to Saudi Arabia. Ajialuna looked beautiful in photos. International. Smart. Future-oriented. I see now itβs just a front β a curated shell wrapped around a deeper program of control.
Iβm not saying everyone here is involved. Most are probably innocent. But I know β absolutely β that someone isnβt. I feel them in my timing. In my memory gaps. In the static that hits me walking past the rear fence.
So Iβm writing this now. Before I forget again. Before they make me forget again. info@kaauh.edu.sa