Update on July 6th, 2017
Read the criminal complaint for sexual battery filed against Charles Langley posted to Criminal complaint for sexual battery filed against soul-stealing groper, civil complaint pending.
About the videos
These videos show the most relevant part of my attempt to rescue a demon person in-the-making the same way as the one who rescued me, who convinced me that "greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." [John 15:13] So far, my attempt hasn't required a sacrificing my life as did the man who died for me; but, the loss of peripheral vision in one eye and the partial paralysis in my legs are cost aplenty. The 30-minute long recording is divided into two videos. Although there is little dialogue in the first half, there is dialogue aplenty in the second. I'll trim these down someday, I hope.
Events leading to the conversation
An hour of receiving a call from a fellow Hoosier and friend of over 20 years, I boarded a train from San Jose to Burbank, where she was conducting business in Los Angeles on behalf of her employer in Indianapolis (our hometown). The call was made from the home of another friend of hers (also a Hoosier, but otherwise a stranger to me), who offered to provide her lodging in lieu of a hotel room. She said she was discomfited by the aberrant behavior of her host. The panic and distress in her voice conveyed a sense of gravity that obviated the need for specifics; however, had that not been sufficient for me to agree to rush to her aid as she requested, the all-too-familiar demonic idiomatic phrases commonly used by demon collaborators in "battle mode" intermittently interjected into our conversation by her host would have been.
Conversation summary
Read the criminal complaint for sexual battery filed against Charles Langley posted to Criminal complaint for sexual battery filed against soul-stealing groper, civil complaint pending.
About the videos
These videos show the most relevant part of my attempt to rescue a demon person in-the-making the same way as the one who rescued me, who convinced me that "greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." [John 15:13] So far, my attempt hasn't required a sacrificing my life as did the man who died for me; but, the loss of peripheral vision in one eye and the partial paralysis in my legs are cost aplenty. The 30-minute long recording is divided into two videos. Although there is little dialogue in the first half, there is dialogue aplenty in the second. I'll trim these down someday, I hope.
This post attempts to explain the significance of the videos posted below to those who cannot ascertain that for themselves. Those affected by the same issues they raise will be able to comprehend the meaning and significance of the conversation contained therein, and readily ascertain the basis and occasion for the conversation without it; the circumstances under which the conversation took place and those preceding it should be just as easy to extrapolate by simply hearing it.
The latter half of the two aforedescribed group of persons is comprised of an astoundingly large number of people. For the other half, a summary of the events prefacing the conversation is provided; it is followed by a high-level overview of the actual conversation:
Events leading to the conversation
An hour of receiving a call from a fellow Hoosier and friend of over 20 years, I boarded a train from San Jose to Burbank, where she was conducting business in Los Angeles on behalf of her employer in Indianapolis (our hometown). The call was made from the home of another friend of hers (also a Hoosier, but otherwise a stranger to me), who offered to provide her lodging in lieu of a hotel room. She said she was discomfited by the aberrant behavior of her host. The panic and distress in her voice conveyed a sense of gravity that obviated the need for specifics; however, had that not been sufficient for me to agree to rush to her aid as she requested, the all-too-familiar demonic idiomatic phrases commonly used by demon collaborators in "battle mode" intermittently interjected into our conversation by her host would have been.
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| Whenever a post to this blog impacts the opposition in a poignant way, such as this post and its accompanying videos, I inevitably receive a message like this |
All throughout the 12-hour journey by train and bus, I was attacked with demonic weapons and entities by both demon-allied passengers and Amtrak employees. By the last leg of the trip (from Bakersfield to Burbank), I had to take refuge in the restroom. When that no longer sufficed, I went to the front of the bus, informed the driver that I may need medical assistance by ambulance, and asked for water in the interim (which he provided). Instead, I stretched out across the two unoccupied seats behind him until I arrived at my destination (at Bob Hope Airport).
I regained my strength fairly quickly shortly afterwards; but, lost it all once demon-allied and weapons-laden people, possibly employees at the airport, were summoned to resume the attack. Again, I reclined in the back seat of the cab shuttling me to her host's home in Northridge.
As I was repeatedly informed by Voices Demons during the trip to Burbank, the plea for help was a pretext; the intent was to lure me into a trap. I believed them, but remained compelled by the possibility of salvaging a friend from the same grip of evil that none of my friends and family were able to evade, and which led to their betrayal (as documented in part on the blog).
Conversation summary
My part of the conversation shows a mincing of no words: no prevarication, no allusion to any evil doings with the carefully crafted and arranged words preferable to demons and demon people when describing them in open conversation, and no rundown of the extent of my foreknowledge of the plan—rather, speaking as if I had by cutting right to the chase, never once asking, "Do you know what I mean?" and saying only once, "I know you know what I'm talking about." Feigning ignorance is not an option for demon people anymore—at least not with me, and that is made clear multiple times by the repeated failure to dilute and frustrate the delivery of my message, the purpose for which it is used. That didn't daunt her host much, who tried that tactic to the bitter end; but, my friend saw the pointlessness of it right away, trying it just a few times before giving up.
The rest is shown in the videos. They not only recount the conversation, but also show the host constantly launching demonic entities by and through the series of hand gestures known for same (which I specifically demand he stop doing at one point).
My portion of the conversation with my friend consists of my advice to leave a life that has no return beyond a certain point while she still can—information that brightened her face as she heard that I thought she still had that chance, and that nothing she had done to this point was unforgivable; the portion with her host consisted of repeated demands that he stop interrupting, that he honor his agreement to refrain from conversation with me until he was sober, that he stop assaulting me, and an acknowledgement of the veiled death threats and threat of continued violence by interpreting them outright.
More about events prior and subsequent
A couple of other things were said by my host that eluded to an affiliation with demons, some of which were remarks about my legs. Voices Demons (and one, in particular) state often that their goal is to destroy my body; and, lately, the focus has been on my legs and body weight. My host spent most of the day and the better half of the evening complimenting my body, but, each time, would follow up with a remark about low body weight and "skinny legs." They're okay now, but I hate skinny legs; I hope they don't get any skinnier. It's not that those things bother me, per se, or that he was trying to bother me with those things; he was simply trying to needle me the same way demons do, and to otherwise state which side he was on.
When that didn't work, he tried to force himself on my physically, in the sexual sense. Soon after the Bible discussion, he resumed his litany of body compliments, all while pressing himself against me, and by grabbing my ass. When I lunged out of the way and otherwise made attempts to avoid him, he became even more aggressive with the touching and rubbing, and, sometimes, would effect the same angry stance and stare as he did during our Bible discussion after each rebuff.
Following at least a dozen rejections (I just wasn't horny, I guess), he started screaming at me to tell him what was wrong. I had already told everyone that, if I seem shaken up, it's because Long had lunged at me several times with a kitchen knife earlier that morning, which was pretty much his version of the same demonic schtick employed by my host. I reiterated that there was nothing more to it than that.
That satisfied my friend; but, not my host, who continually insisted that I scream at him and to start crying. When I didn't scream at him, he screamed at me, presumably, in order to cause me to cry, which he stated that I needed to do, and that must happen in order for me to be able to leave the kitchen (in which he stood also, and between me and the exit). For my part, there was no screaming or crying—just the intervention of my friend, who pried him out of the kitchen as he glared at me, coldly.
That's a few things that happened before the video; then, there's the event shown by the video, in which you can hear me scream, but not cry.
The events after the video are pretty interesting, too, and involve an encounter with a very aggressive demon, who attacked me in my sleep. In short, I was awoken by a nightmare within a mere second of falling asleep, every time I fell asleep. That's not new to me, and I've learned that this always heralds the presence of a specific kind of demon, particularly, the kind that DemonNet is meant to detect and track. After about ten or so nightmares, I was gripped in the neck by the outstretched hand of a demon, which emitted blue sparks on contact. The shock paralyzed me from the waist up (not down), although not completely. I was able to push enough air out of my lungs to make my words audible, even though they were muffled and barely articulate due to the paralysis of my mouth and face. My legs were working, though, and I was able to deliver a series of quick, sharp kicks to my friend's butt in order to wake her up (we were burrowed in my host's bedroom with the door locked while he slept off his drink). Once she turned on the light for me, the ordeal was over. I was able to sleep, uninterrupted, after that, even while the demonic entities lobbed at me by my host continued their assaults, which resulted in partial paralysis (loss of feeling) in my legs and feet, pain in my hands and loss of peripheral vision in the eye most targeted, my left one.
Although the feeling in my legs has returned, as has my peripheral vision, my host is fairing poorly. Since yesterday (today is March 29th, 2017), he has been admitted to Kaiser Hospital with uncontrollable shaking and interminable vomiting; he expects to be a resident there for at least the next two days. This began immediately following an anxiety attack that, apparently, transpired the next morning (which I did not witness).
Update on June 1st, 2017 (from Burbank-Hollywood)
In spite of what the title of this post suggests, I could not tell you what it takes to win a soul back from the Devil, having failed to do any such thing as I originally intended when I set out on May 29th. I can tell you what makes it a virtual impossibility, though, I can tell you with greater precision than I ever could before just what make a person fall to begin with.
If you're a parent, I can tell you how to prepare your children to escape the fate of the weak and the lost—those who have allied themselves with the Gates of Hades in order to avoid inconvenience, and to gratify their desires, and who have done so out of ignorant (or righteous) fear. Generally, it's too late if you haven't grown up without a solid foundation in what the Bible teaches; the arguments and reasoning that would otherwise persuade you to change course have no meaning whatsoever without the context the Word provides. You're speaking a foreign language—even when you're speaking in their native tongue—when you attempt to communicate on that basis and on that level with those who have not established a faith built on works (or the reality created by faith).
I won't elaborate on what I mean here; if you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't (as heartbreaking as that can be for us who do).
Anyway, I'll be back in that despicable place among those despicable people (i.e., home) in just under two hours—this time, without hope for those I had hoped my patience would one day serve them well in any effort to recover them from the gaping mouth of Hell.
Interesting analytics insights
I can't account for why, but recent analytics suggest that females are more interested in domestic violence- and sexual assault-related posts than males, and they age above the average of the typical male who more frequently read this blog (18-24):
But, I can account for why the continued interest in this post from Los Angeles:
I'll venture that retaliation of the legal kind is in store based not only on the unusual, but light, interest in my blog from that area, but also based on the spider app that's been crawling my blog page-by-page. Doesn't that sound like something a lawyer would want to do?
Anyway, I intend to heartily counter, regardless of whether my suspicions are correct. Already, I made requested to file a complaint against the soon-to-be-defendant that is the subject of this post, Charles Langley, with the Los Angeles Sheriff's Office; however, since complaints cannot be filed over the phone, I was instructed to request the filing of a courtesy complaint at my local sheriff's office in Santa Clara County.
More about events prior and subsequent
A couple of other things were said by my host that eluded to an affiliation with demons, some of which were remarks about my legs. Voices Demons (and one, in particular) state often that their goal is to destroy my body; and, lately, the focus has been on my legs and body weight. My host spent most of the day and the better half of the evening complimenting my body, but, each time, would follow up with a remark about low body weight and "skinny legs." They're okay now, but I hate skinny legs; I hope they don't get any skinnier. It's not that those things bother me, per se, or that he was trying to bother me with those things; he was simply trying to needle me the same way demons do, and to otherwise state which side he was on.
NOTE | I never need a cue or hint there; if you're not on the Lord's side, you're not on my side, and I know immediately what that looks like without help. Don't bother with crap demons tell you to do or say if expressing your allegiance is your only goal insodoing.At one point, he mentioned my interest in the Bible, as reflected by my many Bible-related Facebook postings that provide links to such posts on Quora; but, this wasn't an attempt to connect with me on my level using my interests. Rather, it was the first of many attempts to start an argument—which, by the way, did not happen until later, as shown in the videos; prior to that, I deftly dodged every attempt. It was his use of demonic entities as weapons later that evening (which, in the video, look like black threads falling from his hands as he waves them around) that was the straw that broke the camel's back. But, it was not for lack of trying, particularly as he claimed these things:
- that God can't have a Son, and that Jesus was called that as a term of endearment; when I asked how could God identify and reason with man, and to otherwise empathize with man, and who would be man's advocate in the judgment better so than a human could be, and how I could relate to God and how could He relate to me if we had no common bond such as our respective experiences as men, as well as how else would I connect to God to a degree to establish the tenants of a true relationship (familiarity, comprehensive communication, a shared framework of common experience and experience), he stared at me blankly;
- that the Law didn't come from God, and that we are not obligated to obey it, claiming that it was only fabricated for the idiot people who lived at the time. When I asked in what ways the prohibition on lying, cheating, stealing and killing were antiquated, he could not say; and,
- that the only commandment we must follow is to love God, but not keep His commandments; these words are not in the original Greek translation, so they don't apply, and all we really have to do is love God, and nothing more. When I suggested that keeping God's commandments is the only means by which we can show our love for Him, even if were not explicitly written, it would stand to reason that we should do just that; he disagreed strongly, but could not support the basis of his disagreement.
When that didn't work, he tried to force himself on my physically, in the sexual sense. Soon after the Bible discussion, he resumed his litany of body compliments, all while pressing himself against me, and by grabbing my ass. When I lunged out of the way and otherwise made attempts to avoid him, he became even more aggressive with the touching and rubbing, and, sometimes, would effect the same angry stance and stare as he did during our Bible discussion after each rebuff.
Following at least a dozen rejections (I just wasn't horny, I guess), he started screaming at me to tell him what was wrong. I had already told everyone that, if I seem shaken up, it's because Long had lunged at me several times with a kitchen knife earlier that morning, which was pretty much his version of the same demonic schtick employed by my host. I reiterated that there was nothing more to it than that.
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| An e-mail sent to my grandmother by Long on the same day he jabbed a kitchen knife mere inches from my face |
That's a few things that happened before the video; then, there's the event shown by the video, in which you can hear me scream, but not cry.
The events after the video are pretty interesting, too, and involve an encounter with a very aggressive demon, who attacked me in my sleep. In short, I was awoken by a nightmare within a mere second of falling asleep, every time I fell asleep. That's not new to me, and I've learned that this always heralds the presence of a specific kind of demon, particularly, the kind that DemonNet is meant to detect and track. After about ten or so nightmares, I was gripped in the neck by the outstretched hand of a demon, which emitted blue sparks on contact. The shock paralyzed me from the waist up (not down), although not completely. I was able to push enough air out of my lungs to make my words audible, even though they were muffled and barely articulate due to the paralysis of my mouth and face. My legs were working, though, and I was able to deliver a series of quick, sharp kicks to my friend's butt in order to wake her up (we were burrowed in my host's bedroom with the door locked while he slept off his drink). Once she turned on the light for me, the ordeal was over. I was able to sleep, uninterrupted, after that, even while the demonic entities lobbed at me by my host continued their assaults, which resulted in partial paralysis (loss of feeling) in my legs and feet, pain in my hands and loss of peripheral vision in the eye most targeted, my left one.
Although the feeling in my legs has returned, as has my peripheral vision, my host is fairing poorly. Since yesterday (today is March 29th, 2017), he has been admitted to Kaiser Hospital with uncontrollable shaking and interminable vomiting; he expects to be a resident there for at least the next two days. This began immediately following an anxiety attack that, apparently, transpired the next morning (which I did not witness).
Update on June 1st, 2017 (from Burbank-Hollywood)
In spite of what the title of this post suggests, I could not tell you what it takes to win a soul back from the Devil, having failed to do any such thing as I originally intended when I set out on May 29th. I can tell you what makes it a virtual impossibility, though, I can tell you with greater precision than I ever could before just what make a person fall to begin with.
If you're a parent, I can tell you how to prepare your children to escape the fate of the weak and the lost—those who have allied themselves with the Gates of Hades in order to avoid inconvenience, and to gratify their desires, and who have done so out of ignorant (or righteous) fear. Generally, it's too late if you haven't grown up without a solid foundation in what the Bible teaches; the arguments and reasoning that would otherwise persuade you to change course have no meaning whatsoever without the context the Word provides. You're speaking a foreign language—even when you're speaking in their native tongue—when you attempt to communicate on that basis and on that level with those who have not established a faith built on works (or the reality created by faith).
I won't elaborate on what I mean here; if you get it, you get it. If you don't, you don't (as heartbreaking as that can be for us who do).
Anyway, I'll be back in that despicable place among those despicable people (i.e., home) in just under two hours—this time, without hope for those I had hoped my patience would one day serve them well in any effort to recover them from the gaping mouth of Hell.
Interesting analytics insights
I can't account for why, but recent analytics suggest that females are more interested in domestic violence- and sexual assault-related posts than males, and they age above the average of the typical male who more frequently read this blog (18-24):
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| A recent surge in female readers, on the same day of this post |
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| Readers from my neck of the woods (north) are expected, but in Los Angeles (south), the city where all this went down, not so much unless something's cookin' |
I'll venture that retaliation of the legal kind is in store based not only on the unusual, but light, interest in my blog from that area, but also based on the spider app that's been crawling my blog page-by-page. Doesn't that sound like something a lawyer would want to do?
Anyway, I intend to heartily counter, regardless of whether my suspicions are correct. Already, I made requested to file a complaint against the soon-to-be-defendant that is the subject of this post, Charles Langley, with the Los Angeles Sheriff's Office; however, since complaints cannot be filed over the phone, I was instructed to request the filing of a courtesy complaint at my local sheriff's office in Santa Clara County.
