Sunday, June 26, 2016

Reader wakes up to the reality of the Apocalypse

For my part, the demon problem has advanced from the occasional photo- or video-sighting of things that go bump in the night of 2011 to the elbows-deep engagement in a literal war against the powers-that-be of 2016.

But, for some, that is all just beginning—even 5 years after mine—as is the case for a reader who recently shared his (overt) encounters with demons with me and readers of the Wordpress version of this blog. Yesterday, he wrote:

About six years ago, if someone had referred me to the web page, The Truth about Meth, Witchcraft and Demons, I would have …
I am 20 years old. I started reading the Bible in late 2015. I wanted a relationship with God and tried my best to be a Christian during the week but on the weekends i would party with my friends. I asked God to give me dreams about what I was doing wrong and for months i would have dreams of partying. Dreams of me walking out of the church to go party. I knew i needed to stop partying but i thought "its okay i can stop later, the blood of Jesus can forgive my sins" so i kept doing it despite the warnings in my dreams. I had a dream that i went over to get drugs at this persons house and these fat people on the couch said "have you ever done meth?" And i said no why and they said "it allows us to know your thoughts and how you think" and i said i didnt know what that meant and they said you will see. I then went out to my truck with my friend and busted out some coke we got and before the dream ended i saw a lightning bolt in the coke. About a week later i actually went and bought coke with the friend that was with me in my dream. We got 2 grams and did half a g and later that day i was reminded of my dream and i was like wow there was a lightning bolt in the coke thats probly not good so i poured it down the toilet. Then i had a dream that i was at my aunts house and i went to go ask her a question then came outside and a cop walked up and said "what are yall doing?" (btw the cops in my dream are what i interpret as God aka authority) and i said we are just hanging out and he handcuffed me and then uncuffed me and i look over at this hill by my aunts house and fire came rolling down the hills and i stayed with the cop and said "bye drunk people yall have fun". About a week or two after that dream i went out to my aunts and invited some friends of mine to drink and take what we thought was molly. A friend gived good light shows if he has glow sticks so he asked me to see if my aunt had any so i went into her room to ask her and all of the sudden i remembered my dream and was like okay i dont want this dream to come true. So i walked back outside with my friends and im standing around thinking and all of the sudden my whole body got chills and it was if this voice was speaking into my brain with a microphone. It said "you have the holy spirit, you have the holy spirit. You need to leave" and i freaked out and was like "are the cops about to come?" And it said "not actual police but something bad might happen" and i was like well its 3:30 in the morning and i dont need to leave so i went inside and was talking to these 3 distinct voices that seemed to me like the trinity. I was talking to them and they told me what i had done tonight was methamphetamine. My legs got really hot as if i was getting burned and i didnt put 2 and 2 together. I thought since i stayed with the cop in my dream i would be okay. But i was excited that this voice was telling me i had the spirit so i texted my friend and said hey i just got the spirit and all of the sudden those 3 voices went away saying "we still love you" and this evil voice took over and said "wow! What a shame! I tricked you! Youre going to hell now" and laughed this evil laugh and i just lost it. I was scared beyond belief. Ever since then my dreams have been scary and basically showing me im going to hell. I am almost positive i committed the unpardonable sin by saying what i thought was good was actually something not good. I just wanted to share my story in an attempt to save those who still have an addiction to meth or any drug for that matter. Drugs are the devil. Its a way in for him like a portal. He is very deceptive. But fortunately there is a way out and that is through JESUS CHRIST! Please people turn to Him because He loves and cares about you! Dont make the mistake i made. Once you turn to Him dont turn back. Finish the race strong! Just because i killed myself spiritually doesnt mean i want others to be doomed to hell for eternity. Seek Jesus while you still can. There is a war going on for our souls whether you believe it or not. Eternity is a long time. Dont figure out hell is real after its too late. Jesus says seek and ye shall find! If you dont find Him immediately keep seeking! He WILL reveal Himself to you. The door will be opened. God bless!

My response:
Thanks for your post to my blog; I approved it for publication, and you and other readers should now be able to see it. 
Please note that the Wordpress version of The Life of a Demoniac is a periodical backup of the Blogger version at Visit that site for the latest posts, and for more about God, the Word, and how these relate and apply specifically to persons in your situation. 
Please also note that I make myself available without limit to those who seek a relationship with God through Jesus Christ. In fact, I actively correspond by letter with prison inmates seeking same, some of the letters to which you can read at:
If you still read the Bible, you should peruse my online collection of Bible notes at:
Like you, I pray, and you can read a couple of my prayers at:
Also, in addition to helping you along The Way, I'd like to address any demon-specific concerns you may have, and would also like to impart on you some advice and a heads-up based on what you've told me so far. You have clearly been in contact with Voices Demons (the sayings you quoted tell me that you have, as well as their intent for you).
This means you are—and have for a long time been—in danger. I cannot possibly stress that enough; but, know that it is true, and even while it may feel less so over time, it becomes even more true everyday (you can get "more used to it," but you shouldn't). The only fatal mistake you can make is to ignore the problem, and to fail to act decisively.
In short, my advice to you would boil down to this: If you can find another place to live far from where you live now, you should move there immediately. Doing so moves you off their stage, and forces their actors and the like to set up and otherwise accommodate a new venue. That is a gargantuan effort on their part, and it takes considerable time. With the extra leeway provided you by your relocation, you could get sober, and develop a deeper relationship with God and others who seek same. You will have the latter in any case, but, sadly, sobriety is not likely possible in your situation. 
You sound young, which means you may need assistance with relocating, or explaining to others your situation and your need to take definitive, corrective action. I'll do what I can for you with respect to any limitations you may have in those regards. 
Finally, I know of such persons in identical situations to yours; if you'd like to talk to some of them, I can make that happen anytime, any day, 24 hours a day. Regardless of what you decide to do, you should at least hear what they have to say, and, of course, tell them what you know. That would only make sense to do, even if you were really enjoying what was going on; it is unlikely that your nascent comprehension of the Word and symbolically laden dreams will be adequate companions in a journey that is quite the lonely one. 
Thanks again for sharing; I hope to hear from you soon.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Letter to new prisoner seeking God, plus responses from past inmate-correspondents

Following is my letter to another inmate at Pelican Bay State Prison, who is seeking an answer to the age-old question: "Is there a God?" It's common for a man in his circumstances—that is, a man made to live in a cage—to pose that question. Having spent a considerable time in custody myself, I understand the feeling. In the letter, I suggested to him to do what worked for me, which is to find a way to believe that there is a God on a logical level when, at the heart level, you're feeling otherwise.

Although I didn't mention it in the letter, I have found that once you're satisfied that there is a God, in situations like Julio's—and, of course, mine (see images, below)—you make up for lost time by checking with Him prior to doing just about anything. The hard part is when you find yourself in a situation that seems to be an emergency, but doesn't get the response you feel meets the situation. Such situations may include, at least for me, the one you see in the images below, which show that I am caked in demonic vermin, placed there by same:
Anyway, when I reached that point of knowing that there is a God, there wasn't anything I did (or didn't do) without checking it for "God-worthiness." That made incarceration go smoother, and makes my present situation more tolerable than it otherwise would be.

NOTE | Mere Christianity reasons the existence of God on a purely scientific basis; it's also a perfect introduction to the tenants of Christianity for those otherwise unfamiliar.

Responses from past correspondent-inmates

Friday, June 3, 2016


This gallery is an extension of a previous one called, Spun; like its predecessor, it shows images of vortices swirling open, but unlike its predecessor, it shows demons actually emerging from them.

The most significant difference is the level of detail in these images versus those in the first gallery, which was accomplished by increasing my camera's exposure while recording the phenomenon. Doing so increases the length of time the camera's aperture is open while acquiring an image. This leads to especially blurry images when panning while recording video, but that is actually beneficial (and necessary) for capturing any kind of detail of demonic activity. A digital camera held by a steady hand allows the light reflected from cloaked objects to be overwhelmed by natural light; to capture demonic entities, you must pan the camera across the subject. For reasons explained elsewhere on this blog, doing so captures images with much sharper detail than objects reflecting natural light.

Images shown in the first gallery were captured using a normal exposure time; not only that, but the camera was held relatively parallel to the horizon; however, for the second round of images, not only was the exposure time increased, but the camera was rotated by hand while recording the vortices.

Although some may argue that's cheating, the results handily rebut any such dispute:

A vortex opens next to my desk, temporarily mutilating the wire towel-rack next to itLike a whirling tornado, the vortex grinds a path towards the desk, distorting it where the desk meets its edges
Following are more still frames from the same video, showing the vortex opening in the towel rack:

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

GALLERY | Reading in the dark, demons bad for eyes

I'm meandering through the writing of this post, having decided to share the images now instead of waiting for the completed copy, and that in lieu of NSThreads and NSOperations, and the NSOperationQueues to which they belong. The asset (video) picker in Chroma isn't just a grid of poster frames, but is a grid of all your videos playing at the same time. Pinching the view in which the videos are displayed increases the number of videos displayed; in order to play them all simultaneously and play them smoothly, one must earn a black belt in multithreading and memory management. It takes time to learn it well and do it right. While the subject is not as hardcore as I thought it would be, it's involved. Very involved. When it comes to tasks involved, I prefer to delve in and finish them as soon as possible, sparing virtually no time for anything else, particularly, bitching about demonic-led genocide as this blog tends to do; it distracts from dispatch and group queues, and concurrency thereunto. Can't have that.

Well, all that, plus it's hard to write with demons putting things in, on and around your eyes...
Demonic flora and fauna, intentionally placed in, on and around my eyes in order to damage them, the overall goal being blindness

Being blinded by demons and their people isn't as funny as I may have made it sound with the quippy-esque headline above; but, long-term physical abuse does strange things to one's sense of humor (hence, gallows humor). Thankfully, I've found a way to sober things up a bit, this picture being one way:

Most demonic activity occurs in shadow (although not necessarily darkness), and is most visible in digital media when the subject of such activity is submersed in twilight (the visible boundary between light and darkness) [see Comparing demonic activity in light and shadow

[describe image; cross-reference previous posts containing similar images]

The image above was processed using OpenGL; following is the relevant portion of the fragment shader used to enhance portions of the image comprising evidence of demonic foul-play:
static const GLfloat kColorConversion709[] = {
    1.164,  1.164, 1.164,
      0.0, -0.213, 2.112,
    1.793, -0.533,   0.0,

yuv.x   = (texture(SamplerY, coordinate).r) * lumaThreshold;
yuv.yz  = (texture(SamplerUV, coordinate).ra - vec2(0.5, 0.5)) * chromaThreshold;
yuva    = vec4(0.0, yuv.y, yuv.z, (1.0 - yuv.x));
yuvb    = vec4(0.0, yuv.y, yuv.z, (yuv.x));
rgba    = (vec4(vec3(colorConversionMatrix * yuv), 1.0) + yuvb) - (vec4(vec3(colorConversionMatrix * yuv), 1.0) * yuva);

color  = reba;
[describe persons/demons responsible; characteristics of both]
I could easily point to any human culprits; but, doing so to demons would be slightly more difficult. Whereas people are, in general, disinclined to frequent relocation—preferring, instead, to live in one place for relatively significant periods of time—demons are always on the move. Plus, people live here; demons don't (generally). That makes it easy to point to and track down people who perpetrate acts like the one shown in the image above, as they live in the same neighborhood; and, even though I'm sometimes fail in remembering names and faces, I find it easy to remember the face of anyone who has made an attempt to blind me.

Demons are about the same for me when it comes to recalling a face. For a long time I used to think a lot of them looked alike; but, now, I can say that even the most nuanced of variations in, say, length of fangs, readily stand out as sure-fire identifiers for any one of the scaly beasts hell-bent on damaging my eyes. Unfortunately, that doesn't always help, given that demons routinely swap battlefields with other demons, so I rarely see the same lot.

[describe complications in developing a single, comprehensive defense strategy against demons]
The wide-variety of demons used for attacks such as those made on my eyes complicates things, too. The differences between each variety are universe-wide, making it impossible to establish a one-size-fits-all defense strategy. For example: there is a tremendous difference between what you must do to protect yourself from a demon the size of a short piece of sewing thread that can burrow under skin and bone and what you must do to protect yourself from a demon about your size and shape. There's no overlap that simplifies implementation for both at the same time. Poison the air: no problem—some demons don't breathe it. Underwater: same complication. Protective (camouflage) body wrap/clothing or bedding: applies only to demons that see only the reflection of light emitted by their eyes as it bounces off of surfaces; demons with human-like eyesight have no problem getting to you, no matter what you're wearing. 

Moreover, some defense strategies are too cumbersome or problematic to implement just anywhere, anytime. Take the only defense strategy known to be effective against Voices Demons: noise. Oscillating or alternating between loud and quiet noise volumes burdens Voices Demons' conversation and song, which is how they use and share their power.
NOTE | That is the reason behind the sing-songy lilt and chorus they effect in nearly everything you hear them say, which is always evident in their voices when they are "angry" or in "battle mode." The ability to transmute kinetic energy via control over certain characteristics and properties of sound is also why they were dubbed, "Voices Demons," which has nothing to do with hearing voices in the way the mentally ill might.
A steady pitch and stable (not too loud or quiet) ambient and background sound volume is essential for a Voices Demon to invoke physical, consequential interaction with our environment. Unfortunately, it's inconvenient to blare the kind of irritating noise required to stay their hand just anywhere, which is exactly what you would have to do, and that around-the-clock, everyday, and possibly for the rest of your life once you've done it. Because affecting a physical touch is not their forte, Voices Demons pursue instead a strategy of relentless and unceasing assaults by and through other demons and people they recruit with varying success; and, when they can't find anyone to physically assault you, they target the mind in the ways only Voices Demons are known to have devised (which doesn't just include constant yammering, but also sleep deprivation). Warping the mind takes time—much time—as it can't be done in a way too obvious to the target, and involves altering perceptions that have developed over a lifetime. That means investing time—major time—with a target. That said, if you pick a fight, it will not end anytime soon, not even at night, as Voices Demons travel only in packs, and therefore fight in shifts totaling 24 hours a day.

Finally, there's demons that occupy multiple places at the same time; that's hard to explain, but when it happens, it is easy to show. Demon (dis)placed in multiple locations generally construct their form (mostly, faces) in pieces using several different objects and/or surfaces from the environment around them, and are only visible at a specific angle and from a specific distance, when all the objects line up in your sight in such a way as to form what many would call an optical illusion. In such cases, your adversary might be part building facade, part utility pole, and maybe some cloud.