The Life of a Demoniac

A note about this post (August 23rd, 2016) A utility pole, following me?! When I originally posted that a utility pole followed me on my walk, I wasn't satisfied by the "evidence" that is the video below. It's not enough, and even if it were, it wouldn't remove much of the claim's incredulity; but, at the time, I felt it was important enough to note, even if I weren't believed by everyone who read it. The persons who get the most out of this blog, and who read it the most, knew about walking light posts before I did, anyway. Now, I'd like to supplement this post with one that came much later in the future, Peeping Light Post , which contains videos that pretty much cinch the matter as to whether light posts can be possessed, and whether they can be moved when possessed. Yesterday, I made my fourth video that shows an object tall and/or high-in-the-sky, and that is, by nature, stationary, seemingly following me on an early morning walk, in that i...

Obviously, I'm in the process of writing this; it's going to be a big post, detailing what Voices Demons call the anger management ritual. So, Keep checking back; the latest update was on November 9th, 2014, in which pictures of the daytime equivalent of rushing a light rail car were added. As is typical during periods of high demonic activity, the light rail car I rode this morning was rushed (and followed) by demons [ see Phantoms run over 65 miles per hour to keep up with train ] and possibly cloaked people [ see VIDEOS | Cloaked (or semi-invisible) demon people ] from the time I got on at Civic Center, to the time I got off at Curtner—all 5 (or so) miles of the trip. In this video clip, several cloaked demons and people rush the car as it crosses the intersection of Santa Clara Street on First: Acquiring a video of this quality was a real boon to my long hoped-for rounding out of all aspects of what Voices Demons and their people call an anger management ritua...

I'm not feeling my usual witty, poignant writer-self today. After having confronted my family for endangering my life with talk of being a pedophile [see  Voices Demons: "Your family will be arrestable" ], I've been ejected from my home—with no money, no place to go, no warm clothes, no transportation, no medical care, etc. It is raining, and I am hungry. Plus, any word on Elizabeth, the woman-now-angel that is the subject of this post, deserves my best effort, because she gave me hers. Right now, circumstances stand in the way, and I just don't have enough to give; my immediate needs, just like hers were (as you'll see below), are big. Still, something must be said—and said right now—so I'll just post what I have, and finish it when I can. There's plenty there for you to get a general idea of how this rare jewel died, and how unfair her life was right at the end. But, first, a word of caution before broaching this situation in anyway tangibl...