Celestial Tyrannies

I’m starting to half-believe that I can beat my personal demons, and go to Heaven. When you have one eye on eternity, life feels like a meaningless dress rehearsal which has already been passed. Several months ago, I was walking around as if in a dream state. This was because I had cheated death, when I had a close scrape with a shape-shifting assassin. I remember the streets being empty that day, as if all the masses were stuck inside preparing to watch my demise live on TV or something. I sensed something strange in the air. People seemed surprised to see me in public, as if I shouldn’t have been there, like an escaped prisoner. I remember that one girl passed by me and squirted something from a spray canister. This could have been poison, or it could have been a fake attempt in order to make me believe that I was poisoned. Either way, it makes you feel paranoid. The hate mob only do this when I am vulnerable, and stiff-necked.

I feel as if I have one final last chance at this intergalactic mission I imagine myself to be on. I call it intergalactic because I am sensing presences around me which can only be described as originating from another dimension. There are ghosts, there are spirits, there’s God and the Devil, there are aliens, there are blood-sucking vampires and werewolves and unicorns and all the rest of it…and then there are things which can hardly be labelled. My quest thus far, across life, has been battling the voices in my head. Voices, or auditory ‘hallucinations’ do not belong to a chemical imbalance of schizophrenia in the brain, like what the quacks say. Don’t trust the docs – they’re barmy. The voices come from electronic weaponry used by worshipers of Satan, Satan himself, or demons of Satan. It’s a mixture of human and evil spirit. In my case, the two forces combined and ganged up on me. Remote Neural Monitoring, a real threat to the future of mankind, is rewarded by that dickhead downstairs. They say that modern technology mimics the supernatural. When they both get in on the same act, they make for fearsome opposition to the freedom of the mind. Only divine intervention can break the spell.

My perps show me sinister videos directly beamed to my optic nerve via their clandestine technologies. Close your eyes and you still see them. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I get vile witchcraft embedded within them, in the form of conscious wide-awake evil spirits who parade around the scenery of the embedded video nasty like Donald and Mickey in Disneyland. I call the videos a box set, because they can last all day and night. It makes easily for the worst day of one’s life, due to the loathsome, gruesome content. I’ve never been one for blood or gore, and they know it.

That been said, and there’s loads more to the equation, like being followed around and shot at, it is all now old hat. I’m done with the terrors of this ruthless zeitgeist. The common worldview of evil and oppression can jog on. I am now gazing at The Rulers Of The Stars, at far-flung remote enemies and warriors which do not come from Earth. David Icke speaks of energy-vultures in the Saturn realms like Lizards and Archon, which feed on humans. To me, Lizards and Archons drink in the local boozer, they’re that everyday typical. I’ve identified other celestial tyrannies. I don’t know why the Christian version of the Devil still even bothers trying to pester me. He’s a tiny numpty.

Of course, no matter how far you head-bomb into the rabbit hole, and how many races you perceive and discover, it all comes down to The Creator. He is the dude everyone is interested in.