The Life of a Demoniac

This morning, after announcing that they were going to break the heater in my apartment, the heater shut off for good. It is unseasonably cold today. The voices demons are trying to stop my legal agenda aimed at recovering from losses stemming from their earlier handiwork. Beginning of 2006, the Voice Demons and their human counterparts, some of whom are shown in the video, "Attack of the Gang-Stalkers," on Vimeo (http://vimeo.com/theoknock).

The Voices Demons have not only kept me from financially supporting myself by and through employment, but have also used their contacts at the Santa Clara County Social Services Agency to block the county welfare cash aid I'm allotted each month. The lobby of the Santa Clara County Social Services Agency (SCCSSA) at 1919 Senter Road, San Jose, California This time, though, I've documented the arduous procedure of working around their abstinent people, and have employed my cellphone's video camera to catch county employee's violating the law and department procedure. This SCCSSA employee initially refused to process paperwork which was required to disburse welfare benefits In this video, "Connie," an employee working at the 1919 Senter Road office in San Jose, California, refuses to allow me to speak with a supervisor—which is a violation of the rules of the department—so that I can, basically, get my cash aid as I am so entitled. First, she re...

For reasons only known to the likes of Adolph Hitler, the demons have focused on making Scratchen paranoid to eat out of her dish. After noticing her paranoid behavior while eating, I observed that an identical series of noises, which sound like a house settling, were being generated by the voices demons. Based on my own personal experience and the experience of others as I've observed them, these noises combined with only messages that you can hear (or other cues that only she is trained to notice), Scratchen is being trained to feel a certain way on cuez as subtle as clicks and pops. The emotions they are likely trying to create: fear, guilt, anger, or shame. And also physical and mental fatigue. Demons use people and animals as carriers and hosts, but require them to be conditioned for such use. That condition is usually emotional, physical and mental disarray; but, only the kind of disarray that they induce and therefore control.

An couple of interesting scientific tidbits about sucker demons and the nature of their electric properties: When I pinch one really hard (say, if it slithered into my bed, which is usually what they do) while I'm holding my cellphone, it will vibrate, as if a call is coming through, and the screen will dim as if malfunctioning, and then go black. Or, if I'm holding my laptop, the screen will shimmer. Sometimes, they actually shock me, which is rarely painful, but can be. Other times, there is extreme dizziness, confusion and disorientation, confusion, or extreme nausea with vertigo. Mostly, the "electricity" from a sucker demon is applied directly to nerves at a very low, almost imperceptible level, which causes shaking and diminished control over ones limbs, resembling Parkinson's disease. And, because sucker demons can "phase-out," which means make themselves nearly—but not completely—invisible, you may not notice that they are the culprit behind ...

Sucker demons, the worm-like entities that are strong enough to tow cars and can fly (see "Sucker Demon Flies into my Apartment"), tangle and manipulate cords and cables in order to cause stress to their victim. This video shows three (out of many) such instances. Such footage is extremely rare because sucker demons are usually very thin and short—and fast—and are difficult to make out in video made on a laptop or cellphone. In the first clip, one or more sucker demons have attached themselves to earbuds, causing it to spring off a tabletop when I lay them down. They also scrape it with the jack about halfway through, in a very deliberate and obvious way. The earbuds do not behave this way normally (try this for yourself; when you lay your headphones down, they will not leap into the air, and then off the table, and nor will the jack propel itself from your hand, and then scrape a perfectly straight line across your table top while you try to coil it). Finally, you wi...

Yesterday, after the Voices Demons said for the upteenth time that day, "James, you are going to the big-house for being a faggot to..." or some such, I decided to take another pass at an audio recording made late last year of, basically, more of the same. The following short clip is of the Voices Demons and their human counterparts threatening "judgment by the Tuzzo people" and shouting hateful slurs (some of which is chanted in chorus); on the day I made this recording—from inside my apartment—they started the harassment the night before, and continued it throughout the next day. They have been doing this on an ongoing basis for nearly six years. Improving the audio quality is an ongoing effort, and you may need headphones in order to hear the dialog more clearly; in the meantime, captioning is provided.

In spite of the injuries I've sustained and the suffering that continues on a minute-by-minute basis, certain family members, who are more knowledgeable than they lead on, are adding extra steps to obtaining their assistance than are necessary in order to delay my escape from the flames of Hell. In this email, for example, my grandmother pretends she did not receive my first cry for help: In another e-mail, my mother wants to make sure it's okay for me to come, when I already told her it was, as if I am the one hiding things, and am otherwise untrustworthy—and not being hurt: Jimmy, Call me with your probation officers number so we are clear on whether or not it's OK for you to come home.  We would love to be able to see you. This isn't a lack of understanding on their part; how could you ignore what everyone has seen with their own eyes? Rather, it appears to be complicity with the problem and those who are causing it. More on the history of ...

My gratitude, as expressed to God, upon waking this morning, was waking up to still-functioning equipment (modded cellphone is working great): Other things I was grateful for included an apartment that was not too cold, in spite of a broken heater; a person's expression of interest in my Google+ postings, specifically, a fellow Christian, and the lack of further injury from demons, as far as I can tell. And, last but not least, the very thing I prayed for multiple times a day—every day—while unjustly incarcerated for nearly three years—being with my Scratchie-cat (Scratchen). She looked so happy and content this morning. I wanted that more than anything, and God beat back evil for me so I could have it today.

Certain words are used constantly by the people who work for the Voices Demons, at the direction of the demons themselves, who also use these words in place of verbs and nouns in their sentences. They include: masturbation emasculation pedophile charges and pedophile tendencies and pedophile schizophrenics cogent (adj.)   penectomy the D.A. the F.B.I. dopamine inhibitor remanded The sentences or phrases often used are "masturbate a problem for [insert name], on the docket for remanding..."

Demons and their human collaborators (see http://vimeo.com/34635784) have, for six years, have attempted to prevent masturbation by their victims. It is not known why; but, the demons, those pictured in the video, and others have spent an inordinate amount of time and energy outside windows and doors insuring that any type of sexual activity by their victims is thwarted or disturbed or otherwise made uncomfortable enough to generating anxiety and phobia regarding sex. The end result may also be to cause enough anger in the victim to cause the victim to lash out in ways they otherwise would not.

For learning how to upgrade a cellphone that the manufacturer has deemed not upgradeable, the Voices Demons, who call themselves, "Tuzzo," claim that they will incarcerate me for seven years, and that I "will get a little beleaguered by his Adam's Apple"—a recurring, but nonsensical phrase.

"James, you are going to be arrestable, but not arrested," the Voices Demons said, in response to downloading Google Tasks management software and my declared intent to find new housing. The latter is essential, in that the City of San Jose Code Enforcement Unit has declared the apartment building in which I live uninhabitable:

Light, heat, force and pressure—and even emotion—effect demons in this world; but, this vulnerability is not news. In the Old Testament, we read that Abraham wrestled an angel, which is a demon by another name (and is not to be confused with a holy angel of the Lord), and that Abraham won. We read further that, out of spite and resentment, the angel (or demon) maimed Abraham's hip, so that he walked with a staff for the rest of his life. Similarly, I find that some demons can be handled by conventional means (and, that they can be very spiteful for being handled). We also read in the Book of Tobit (Catholic Bible) that the Angel Raphael instructed Tobias on the use of fish guts in making anti-demon smoke. This implies that demons, or at least Asmodeus, breathe air, and can smell. This correlates to my personal experience, as well, as members of the Red Horde blow their signature scent from their mouths in order to announce their arrival. So, not only do they possess a se...

This morning, the Voices Demons stated that they would prevent me from finishing today's legal tasks, which included a, "Statement of Disqualification of Judge," and then proceeded to distract me at every turn. Still, I finished my work. The last act of their attempt, though, points to complicity by my landlord, Khoa Nguyen, who controls the Internet connection. Just as I was about to post my legal filing and blog updates–one of which reveals a limitation of the Voices Demons that allows for their victims (i.e., anyone they talk to)—this error message appeared on my laptop:

Qualities of demon possession, whether temporary or otherwise, are exhibited in persons so affected in the following ways: the face of a demon will be superimposed over that of the victim, as shown in Demon in the Dark ;  the ability to alter one's appearance manifests itself after long-term exposure to demonic activity, called morphing, as shown in Two of Me , albeit inadvertently and unknowingly to the victim;  supernatural abilities are imparted on the victim, even though they are temporary and are often used without the victim even realizing they used it, as shown in Thing , in which my hand flies off my arm in order to pick up a cellphone on the floor;  demonic creatures will spring from their targets, as is the case with my cat, who is possessed by a small, shrouded and cloaked demon, who can conjure other demonic entities and pass them through her, as shown in Scratchen Channels Fanged Creature ; and,  the face of the victim can be altered completely, as ...

Believe it or not, some demonic entities reside (and restore themselves) in people when they're not out and about, doing their thing. I just happen to know where one of them sleeps. The Spectre of Death's, well, specter, lunged out of this man's body, making a play for my cellphone; the man seemed totally unaware, as the Spectre of Death came out of his back while it was turned The Spectre of Death, an El Muerte-like demon that once flew into my apartment in order to thwart my attempt to capture him and his cohorts on video, is hosted in the above-pictured human. Whether he is aware of it or not, I do not know. He probably is, but can also probably do little about it. Following is my first-ever video of the Spectre of Death:

Older footage of a sucker demon flying into my apartment: Sucker Demon flys into my apartment More recent footage of a sucker demon preparing to be transported by a human collaborator: Oliver Conceals a Sucker Demon

For all the wondrous and magical power they purport to possess, expanding their geographic area of operations still requires a substantial amount of time and effort by Voices Demons. This allows those afflicted by them the option of fleeing by putting some distance between themselves and this insidious demonic scourge. At first, I thought a human possessed by these had to first travel to an area they had never been before, and then remain there long enough for the Voices Demons to establish a presence. I surmised this based on their gradual increase in range, which, as of March 2006, went no further than my front door at 1220 Tasman Drive SPC 379, in Sunnyvale, California, but, by May, had extended to a convenience store five-minutes away, before reaching to nearly everywhere else in the Bay Area of Northern California, including St. Helena, by August; then, it seemed that I was the determinative factor in how far they could go. But that assumption burst when I went to the Santa Cruz ...

A closer look at footage from last weekend's demon attack reveals the extensive use of sucker demons, who pulled and pushed at the lighter and can of hairspray, even as they dodged the flames. Although the completed video is not yet ready, here is a preview: The sucker demons, who come in any variety of lengths, widths and colors, are the hardest to see and catch on camera, although they are the strongest and most versatile—and most plentiful—of all demonic entities. The source video can be downloaded from  http://www.mediafire.com/?lvpwwbnq0iwtodb .

Cloaked demons are revealed in flames in this series of clips from a video showing an early morning attack by a horde. I woke up to at least five or six of them as they charged my bed. Fortunately, I keep a lighter and can of hairspray handy for just such an event. Although there have been countless such attacks, this morning's constituted my first counter-assault. It went well. They left shortly after receiving a face-full of hot Aqua Net, and I enjoyed—for the first time in years—nearly four hours of demon-free existence (not counting the ones that hover overhead constantly, which, until just recently, have never gotten physical while I was conscious). Later that evening, in a show of arms, they returned with a phalanx of hobgoblins; unfortunately, I ran out of hairspray, and had to actually get—and stay—out of bed. Still, the assault on my eyeballs continued, and my vision also continues to worsen exponentially.

"We like to masturbate people into a snit before we put them away for the rest of their life," they said today, which, apparently, means that the demons want to make me very sick before putting me behind bars for the rest of my life—their stated goal since 2006. It must be close, then, because they have been putting their hands in and on me all day and night—sometimes waking me up with an electric jolt that sends my limbs flying. As we speak, I am barely able to see the screen, or concentrate long enough to type a complete sentence. I have a video of an invisible hand warping the side of my head as one of them touches my eye from behind. It looks like the light behind me is bending the shape; but, the contrast between the portion of the video in which I am being touched and when I am not is too great to attribute to anything but what it is.

The profile of a demon, masked in fire, as I fend off yet another attack in the middle of the night.

Threats received in the middle of the night: From the Voices Demon that sounds like Jason Fisher (and has claimed to really be  Ray Feldmeier ): "We will hurt you bad, man." From Boopsie , the Voices Demon in the upper register: "We will hurt your cat (pictured, below), if you don't tell us how to help you." They have been ratcheting up their "game," as they call it, more and more as I get closer to a key milestone in a very important lawsuit, which happens to involve a significant number of their people (see  http://www.scribd.com/theoknock ).

Earlier this year, during one of their many episodic displays of terror, the demons trotted out an old childhood demon that calls itself, "Beatrix." The significance was supposed to be that they were a party to the demonic terrors I experienced from ages 5 through 8 (which I had thought were nightmares), whereas before they constantly "reminded" me since they arrived (or, rather, rearrived) wnearly six years ago that they came because I was "not a good Person." Obviously, that won't work now; but, once they belatedly realized that they effectively admitted to terrorizing a child--and that they are quite experienced at it--they refused any and all questions I had regarding this. Naturally, I wanted to know why they didn't tell me before then. That wouldn't be most people's first question; but, they spent (and spend) most of the 24 hours a day they "punish" me telling me the "reasons" I deserve it, and those reasons would ...

A sucker demon, hiding underneath a miniature refrigerator, got caught underneath one of the legs as I moved it; but, instead of squishing it, it sparked blue. The flash was extremely bright, especially given it was daylight, and was similar to the gleam from a welder's torch; and, the popping and crackling sound was as loud as the flash was bright.

Although threats are the most prevalent messages by the Voices Demons, tonight, they, "mean business—extra business," for exposing Oliver's role in transporting a sucker demon from the portal in my home to where ever he was told to take it once he left my apartment. As I worked on a new video clip, they said (repeatedly), "Stupid people make us angry, " and, "pedophile charges are on the docket for James B. We are emasculating you, and you cannot see the forest for the trees. You have cogent-ass charges coming," When I didn't stop working on the clip, another one said, "Let me take another swipe at James B." "We don't get you," one of them warned. "Jimmy! We're not playing games with you, now!" Also: "Jimmy! We don't like you right now, so we're not going to give you any more dope." As I type this, "I don't know how masturbated on I feel, but let me take another swipe, anyway....