The Life of a Demoniac

My latest letter to Jose Andrade addresses his sorrow over abandonment by his family; it apologizes for the lateness of my reply to his last letter describing their sudden and unexpected betrayal at a time when support was needed most, and explains the difficulties I've had in writing a letter to a life-long inmate who has suddenly found himself alone. Third Letter to Jose Andrade by James Alan Bush on Scribd

Not that I could do anything about how they handle their biz-wah, but I can tell you what it is and where they're doing it, up-to-the-minute, whereas before I could only elude to it [ see The New Holocaust ]. That's due, in part, to Google Analytics, which monitors user flow through my site, city by city, country by country, gender by gender, age by age, and so forth: Upon seeing my Google Analytics reports, a Voices Demon said, "It's a whole lot of numbers that make you famous." That could mean several things, but, at this time, I think it means, "Wow! Looks like things are going your way" Some of the rest is due to talking to other victims, asking them to tell me precisely what they're Voices Demons are saying to them, which is always the same thing at the same time, varying only where there is a large time gap between the first time victims started hearing "voices" relative to each other; the remaining parts include my own interac...

A work in progress; it's missing images and formatting, and a hyperlink or two, but... ...the following is a transcript of a conversation with a reader via Messenger (Facebook), which I started about three-and-a-half years ago, but which was just answered (and probably concluded) today. In spite of a slow response, the conversation drew quick reactions, this one coming just a few minutes after posting it: Read  How your questions to demoniacs about demons reflect your character to see where my 'tude factors in. Looking back, post-conversation I sometimes forget until it's too late that, just because I've seen a thing a thousand times doesn't make it commonplace to someone who has yet to see it. I'm not talking about the hundreds of different demons that parade through my life in the course of a month, nor am I speaking of tree demons—everybody notices those. Where I may have messed up with P.S. is that I eluded to knowledge about things human scientists...