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.
