I feel
inclined to write about evil spirits, as they are doing my nut in, but I don’t
want to express an unhealthy interest in them. They aren’t worth my breath,
much less my word. What am I supposed to do though, keep it to myself? It’s not
their voices I hear, well not a lot now I’m clean, but I see them around me all
the time. All they do is laugh and say HA, but it’s not a genuine exclamation
of joy, it’s all just fakery intended to make me believe that they are having
fun. They are not really laughing, they are pretending to laugh. To annoy me
and intimidate me.
They exist
in my mind, yet I sense them in the room I occupy. They are with me with every
waking thought, and they celebrate my negative thoughts. When a lustful idea
slips into my brain, they cheer like they have scored the winning goal at
Wembley. Celebrating negativity. How pathetic and pitiful can you be? Who doesn’t
have negative thoughts? Imagine them being trampled all over every time you
have them, by a bunch of spectral numpties.
Their tactics
are growing evermore seedy and desperate. If I forget something, they cheer and
clap. If I miss the bus, they revel and rejoice as if in a party. I can’t
imagine how happy it will make them when I finally succeed to a stroke or a
heart attack.
During my
last relapse, they were talking to me. GIVE US SOMETHING, they were saying,
because my mind was blank. I had never realised that their minds are blank also,
and that they need my mind working to aid their minds working. They cannot
think without me half the time. I thought my perps were harassing me for fun,
but it is far more serious than that. They are torturing my mind over and over
for survival. They don’t just ENJOY me, they NEED me. It’s like me tuning into
the radio early hours in the morning, when I feel like listening to someone. I
am their RADIO, and they need me on 24/7. It’s horrible being distant from God
because you can’t think. That’s why they are always abusing me, to prompt me
into a response, which gives them a free conversation.
The only
thing is, it’s not a natural conversation, because I despise them and do not
want to talk with any of them. I ignored them for years. When I eventually started
replying, using synthetic telepathy, I discovered that my main perp, who is
male, was masturbating over the sound of my voice. I mean there’s gay and then
there’s gay. That was when the tables started turning, and I realised that this
lot is not all that it makes itself out to be. At one point, because Remote
Neural Monitoring is so persuasive, they wanted me to believe that they created
the universe. I was on my way to being convinced, during the
startling phase of my harassment. Far from being The Voice Of God, I now see
them as a load of nobheads, bullshitters, desperadoes, fakers, spazzies, perverts and
pathological liars. I remain firm in the truth that this lot are unable to tell
the truth, as they have been bound up in their own lies for so long. That’s
enough about dodgy evil spirit though, as they are not worthy of net space.
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