The book blew me away. Even more surprisingly, it blew my husband away, and he stayed up all night reading it, which was VERY out of character.
It's message of impending Geula was probably one of the main contributing factors to our decision to move to Israel, a little while later.
Galia disappeared from the scene, and then, the 'male' autistics took over, notably Binyamin and Danny 18.
The messages from Heaven got a lot heavier, and a lot harder to hear. I remember one year, actually going to sit on the floor of my balcony wearing a bit of sack (and of course, some clothes) - because that's what the autistics said you had to do.
The messages were really hard, but interspersed with 'predictions' that were often freakily accurate, so it really seemed to me to have the ring of truth.
A few things happen to put me off: Firstly, you can't (or at least, I can't) hold your breath and put your life on hold, waiting for Moshiach 24/7 for nine solid years. For years, I've been taking the 'Geula any time now' message as a fait accompli, and it stopped me pursuing interests, ideas and ambitions as a result, because what's the point of writing a book, if World War 3 kicks off before I actually find an agent?
Also, as part of my own spiritual journey, I came to realize more and more that the harsh voice of judgement that shines through the autistics stuff is true, but it's only one side of the story. The other side of the story is that G-d is more compassionate, more loving, more forgiving, than any one of us can even begin to fathom. The door is always open for us to come back, and start over, and to make amends, and nothing is a 'done deal' until it's actually a done deal.
The continuous doom and gloom got so hard to live with, I actually went through a stage where reading the autistics' stuff would make me physically sick - I'd get an upset stomach within 10 minutes of finishing the latest pessimistic missive, and my husband would sigh his knowing sigh, raise an eyebrow, and ask me if I'd been reading Danny18 again.
But what about the Erev Rav? What about the evil Church conspiracy to take over Jerusalem? What about all the natural disasters and terrible predictions?
The short answer: I don't know.
But here's what I do know: when I happened to catch a snipped of the latest autistic message, stating that SOMETHING BIG was going to happen on Purim, I spent all of Purim looking over my shoulder, waiting for the hammer to fall.
That's not the first holiday that autistics have ruined for me with hyped-up predictions of SOMETHING BIG, but I decided a few days' ago that with G-d's help, it's the last. Yes, I'll miss knowing what the church is up to; yes, I'll miss all the gruesome sci-fi predictions of what's in store (in that masochistic way I sometimes have of actually making myself ill with it all).
But I decided that I actually want to enjoy my religious festivals again, and get a book published, and dare to dream of a world that will continue on long enough for me to imagine a happy, somewhat-normal future for myself. I need that for my mental health. So I'm going cold-turkey on the autistics. No more 'oyying'; no more sharp comments about everyone being evil Erev Rav; no more waiting for SOMETHING BIG.
Just the certainty that G-d is in charge of the world, G-d loves every single one of us, even the Erev Rav, and that if we believe and pray for Geula to come the sweet way, Hashem will give it to us.