Saturday, July 14, 2012

Demons exploit children's fear of the dark and monsters and physical abuse by parents

Somehow, the two go hand-in-hand in a demon's mind: the physical abuse of a child by their parents and things that go bump in the night.
NOTE | A circumstance of the physical abuse of a given child provides a goldmine for a demon, both at the time the child is being abused, and afterwards—even up to 30 years later, as described in Demons mock childhood abuse prior to committing acts of violence.
At least that's what the common theme is for all demons who scare children in their beds at night using a device that actually generates uncanny fear in a human, as shown in the hand of the Jinn (genie) variety demon in the still frame below:

A fear-generating device, clutched in the hands of a cloaked demon
The light emanating or reflecting from a cloaked demon can be caught in a frame or two of video when the demon and the camera are in opposite motion (although the result is rather cartoonish-looking) during recording (and, of course, the camera happens to be pointed at a demon). That was the case when I captured the demon in the still frame above, in which you can see a demon arm extending itself around the corner of a wall, its hand holding a device most likely identical to the one I was shown by another demon, which is capable of generating fear in its target.

This type of tool is often used on children at night, in conjunction with noise in their closets or under their beds. Such targeted children often suffer from physical abuse from their caretakers, which is an opportunity such demons exploit.

How did I learn this? Besides having lived it from ages 5 through 8—even though I had no knowledge of the specifics at the time—I was actually re-introduced to one of my childhood demons face-to-face by the Prophecy Demons, who were coming out, not as the new aggressors I thought them to be, but as members of a horde connected to my life ever since I was a child (most people think they came on only six years ago, as did I until recently).

"Aunt Bee" (yes, it's a she) stands about three-and-a-half feet tall, looks like an insect with legs, and cannot form our language with her type of mouth. She can smile, though, and even in a manner that combined embarrassment, shyness, and sincere regret (a demon's mouth is extremely well-formed and capable of such articulation—I can't explain it unless you already know).

At the time she popped around that very same corner one day last year, she held up her device, pointed it at me, and, when the yellow tip glowed, I immediately felt the same intense, uncontrollable, deathly fear that I felt as a child during a "nightmare."

When she turned it off, it immediately disappeared.

{more later}

Gang-stalker extorts my silence for return of stolen car

After acquiring more video footage of a demon attack than any other person in history, and then having had it taken away from me this weekend, I was reminded of just how desperate criminals and demons can get when they want to cover their tracks.
Various quotes from the demon-led gang-stalkers about the demon attacks of 2006
Hence, gang-stalker, Jon Harrington, who, in 2006, tried to leverage my stolen car for my silence on his crimes, as heard in this recording:
In this phone conversation, he is referring to the fact that I had surreptitiously recorded him and his crime partners talking about and committing their crimes against me and others using my LG cellphone. He had just discovered that I had posted those on the Internet, and that I had received upwards of one million hits on that site already.

While he's talking, my car had been stolen by him, although he's pretending it was done by someone else, and that he had the power to find it and return it, anyway.

Here's the transcript of the relevant portion of this act of extortion:
...censor my name out of it, or, um, like... Do you know what? [chuckles] If you get the car back because of something I do, like, I...I find it in the middle of the night—at 12:30—you know, I...I...I call you [and] I tell you, "Man! I made...I made some of the things that I do (whatever it [is] I do). I pulled every possible fucking string, 'There's where your fucking car is!' If I go out on as limb—I'm not saying I can even do it, or...or, that I will—because I can't hurt anybody to do it, right? But, um, if I do that shit, uh, break your LG phone and break all your copies of what you've been taping on other people, or at least on me and Karen."
Karen is Josh's mother.

For more on this topic:

Bizarre communication usually follows demonic attacks

WARNING | The contents of this post made be deemed sexually explicit, although they are actually intended to just be harassing to the recipient by the sender. Even so, if you are offended by any such language that may be considered offensive by some, do not read any further.

An e-mail, which is most undoubtedly from a demonic collaborator (I've heard from this one before):

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Anonymous Remailer (austria)
6:06 AM (6 hours ago)
to me
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Foodservice Ledyard in Santa Cruz, CA. I'm 34, 6'1", 235lbs, total
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just barely the size of a small peanut and am thinking of snipping
it off and becoming a girl my parents always wanted. I am a
sexually immature and rejected weird creepy faggy obnoxious
disgusting total complete sexual dud freak dork loser. I enjoy
being sodomized by men with normal to large sized genitalia. Fuck
my fat ass remind me that I can't fart while your dick is inside
have 420 to share also. Hosting in Scotts Valley.

I'm also looking to trade child pornography especially young boys,
have a lifetime membership with the North American Man Boy Love
Association - NAMBLA. Call me at the number below if you want to
get high and screw me in the butthole while I rub my clitoris
looking at pics of naked boys with their small weenies.

Joseph Ortiz
PROUD and OUT about my homosexuality and 1" penis
Member of NAMBLA
Customer Service Inside Sales Representative
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831-462-4400 x211
A voicemail, from someone who thought I was joking, but found out otherwise:
Hey, this is Peter Ross. Uh, I just came across this information that you might be interested in; it's about your, uh, about the noises that you've been hearing. Uh, I was thinking about using it for another application totally, and, uh, the two dove-tailed. So, uh, I was quite skeptical about it until I, uh, did a little research. So, uh, I'm kind of curious where you're at with this...

A Facebook message:

    • Quick question: do you speak (or know someone who speaks) Spanish? I need a two-minute long recording listened to, and roughly interpreted.

      It would be such a big help (not that you haven't already been very generous—thanks again for the other night).

    • i know a lot of people who speak spanish. about 85% of the staff at my work only speak spanish and very little english. you live downtown, right? just walk a couple of blocks in any direction and you will run in to somebody who can speak spanish

  • Wednesday
    James Bush
    • Haha! Probably true. It's sensitive subject matter, though. So, I'd rather not pick a complete stranger.
    • Well, anyway, if you get tired of the demon stuff, you should listen to the cop stuff. They elude to the demon problem at the end of the last recording, but, otherwise, it's all cop business.

  • Wednesday
    James Bush
    • Very interesting stuff, in that it shows the best way to handle the most common problem people have when reporting crimes to the police.

    • can you send it thru text and I can bring it to work and have fun with it.

  • Wednesday
    James Bush
    • The cop recording?
    • Or...?
    • The Spanish one, I gather.
    • Yes, I think so. Let me try. Give me a few minutes; it's buried in about 100 other videos.
    • There are two, I think; but, they are very short.

    • i dont like anything that has to do with cops...and i don't even speak of the demon coz when you talk about it, they come.

  • Wednesday
    James Bush
    • Is that a fact? I didn't know that.
    • Is that what happens to you for real?
    • That doesn't jive with anything I've heard or seen before, but I don't know everything.

    • yes
    • we're not allowed to talk about it...or even think about it
    • I myself have had a personal experience but i havent told anyone abt it...coz everytime i merely think or remember what happened, i can feel its [sence
    • *presence.
    • im gonna stop talking abt it right get it out of my head...coz right now it's all i can think abt or picture in my head ...and t's not very pretty
    • i'll try to be back later...i'm gonna take a walk feeling a little scared all alone in my room

  • Thursday
    James Bush
    • Just woke back up here.
    • I'm sure you're alright.

  • Thursday
    James Bush
    • You should tell me what happened.

A weird phone call:

{coming soon, Jon Harrington vaguely eludes to Josh's demons as "the cook, the baker, the candlestick maker," a chilling reference to demons that slaughter people and eat and otherwise use them for other purposes}