It’s been a
manic overnight. Evil spirits, and evil spirit-like technologies, have been
preventing me from sleeping for several days on the run. My home is filled with
entities which are constantly waging war over me. I join allegiances with one
different team of them to the next. I even conspired with the Devil for a
couple of days. When I am hearing satanic voices, unable to string a single
thought together, they lay back in the shadows, and do nothing, allowing me to
suffer on my own. And then, whenever I am doing well and thinking positively,
with free creative thought abandon, they all warp around me and pretend to be
my friends. I don’t know who to trust. They are all so two-faced. I have no
idea why so many ghosts swarm around me, I think it is because I am a decent
human being with upstanding morals, who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
This is the
only reason why I think that so much evil surrounds me. There is so much beastly
badness and repellent repugnancy around me, I wish it would just stop and
depart from me. I find myself shouting, at the top of my voice, “Go away! Go away! GO AWAY!” In my own flat. My
neighbours, who are in on these gross proceedings, constantly threaten me with
ringing the police for noise disturbance. Should the law arrive, I’ll be honest
with them and say that I am haunted, and yelling at intangible forms from the
underworld. What, you don’t believe me? Well lock me up then.
I am. Truly.
Haunted. Minor niggles of suicidal ideation are creeping in. My life is a
nightmare. I have an angel, but the thought control, and demonic mimicry, make
it very tough to think of her. I have to cherish her in my heart, and not in my
consciousness. I read a shorty story special to me, and the words connected
like magic dots. It told me I was saved. So has the bible. I know I am going
upstairs when I die, I know it for a fact, but it doesn’t make the toil of this
exist-mode any easier. I think that is why I am being punished so severely, in
this mortal realm, because I have being promised eternity, by The Maker and
Creator of The Universe. I am one of a select few in my social circle who has
been honoured with this anointing. As a Chosen One, and targeted for
eradication by the government, hundreds if not thousands of people have been
hired to track me from one haunted destination to the next on my travels.
Indeed, right underneath my home, they have built a seedy lab to torture people
in. A lab designed especially for me. I have survived this far, with much
heartache and difficulty, above this hellish base, for much time. They tell me
there is no escape, and for years they had me half-convinced. I hear agonising
screams of pain day-in and day-out. Yesterday I had a US Marine shouting into
my window, from afar, arguing with the guilty parties below. The authorities
know it exists, yet continue to do nothing about it.
It feels
like I live in a lawless death camp. Yet I am experiencing several wonders and
miracles in the presence of children. Two kids saluted me on the high street,
after I was initially made aware of my mission by watching Godly videos on the
internet. I believe I have a psychic connection with children. When I am
getting attacked by electronic weaponry in my bed during the night, I think of
children, and magical supernatural events which are impossible to describe occur
in my mind. I see…ghosts…of children…in my home.
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