Photo of what I usually see

Like this is the most obvious photo I have taken. I would zoom in or not have it on a white background or in bright lights so your eyes can adjust. Im trying to look at it now in my bathroom lights and all I see it a black photo. 

If I’m totally bugging let me know. 

The photos of what I drew are here. I have seeming them for 6+ months. I think one or more contribute to the schizophrenia. 



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Princess. 👸

So I was scrolling through Facebook and Bored Panda had the cutest clip about this Dad who Makes Transforming Dresses

I’m into fashion believe it or not. I use to sew crazy performance outfits for my friends who were in the Vogue Ballroom scene. So this dress had what would be called an “effect” ….  Just that little extra bit of wow or drama. 

Either way I’m watching this clip in aww my mouth dropped from the creativity. And I knew any girl or femme would love to have something like that its like you turn into an instant princess. 

BUT OF COURSE THE ENTITY COMES IN and starts saying I’m watching child porn. And I’m like HUH? 

And so I just started crying…. Because I realized I may never think the way I use to ever again. Just…. normal. I have this curse…. This entity……. This inserted thought constantly talking about child abuse in a gross manner. It doesn’t matter what the topic is…. It could furniture….. Or tree. This entity will find a way to pedo that topic to torment my life. And I’m over it. 

I’m sorry I just started crying…. And I write when I cry. I’m tired of being molested and burned and constantly having to think about this topic. I’ve really tried to ignore it…. But then I bust out crying and I can’t help it it upsets me and I know they love it….. its there juice. 

Maybe I should have been heartless…. I wish I had a different fear….. A different thing that upsets me so much…. Idk…. Maybe Protecting the Rainforest or something…..

Just sucks looking at something innocently and then having it turned into something disgusting as soon as you smile. 

Whatever. 😭

“Remember Who Gave You Your Crown” 👑

“Remember Who Gave You Your Crown”, the Entity said to me posing as my Ex (twin flame). The story was of Isis and Osiris. And I was to be his Queen. Many image themselves as Kings and Queens, Gods and Goddesses. But I wanted to be me. 

I hadn’t fully realized I was in what I called “Opposite World”. Everything was flipped, Everything was a lie, and even if I figured that something was a lie, that could be a lie too. Its a set up. And you never win. I had no choice but to play along until I figured out what was happening to me. I cried so much. 

I felt my head become hot and tender. I literally felt like my skull had been opened and exposed. Like my brain was bring directly spoken into. It was loud.

I had read that this COULD be symptoms of kundalini or the opening of the crown chakra, also known as a halo, and the “soul star chakra”. I tried to understand. Little did I know. 

In opposite world everything is a lie, everything is an opposing force to the very essence of your being. When I was told “remember who gave you your crown”, I didn’t realize the very opposite was happening. I wasnt being given a “crown”, my crown was being taken away. My mind was no longer mine. I didn’t have control, I didn’t have room. I mean I still don’t fully. 

This was a check mate.

Using my Ex (Twin Flame) as a guise to get inside my head for lord knows what, for god knows what reasons.

I was shot down from my throne. Viciously attacked ….. Constantly attacked to the point of debilitation. 

I will still never understand why.

Now my home is under attack. The are the shadow spots that spew these things at me. I can’t see everything. But I can see and feel enough. 

My body is reacting to the attacks again. Rashes, burning.

The Entities would say “I WIN!”, but it won by showing me visions of child sexual abuse until I gave up and decided to die crying in my bed. Everyday.

If that’s winning ….. I’m OK with loosing.

But I want to fight back. I’m tired of my mind being a canvas for its sick images. 

👑🙏😢

Cleansing Spiritual Portals; Close All Portals In Your Area – Rex Deus

http://www.rexdeus.com/wp/spiritual-warfare/spiritual-cleansing/

http://www.rexdeus.com/wp/spiritual-warfare/spiritual-warfare-prayers-against-aliens-and-predatory-species/

Its real out here in these spiritual streets y’all. They out here playing everyone for a fool. My friend is over here swearing Arch Angel Michael wanted him to join his ranks, mean while demon #blablabla was acting like my dead grandpa, my ex, God….  And I was like yo that gotta be Satan then. 

Like I don’t know God like THAT, Jesus is not my home boy but he is hella cool for trying to wake the people up. But I know this shit right here happening right now and to many people that bullshit ain’t God. NAH.

Either screw this ghost pictionary, astral demonic peekaboo bullshit. 

I’m seeing shit (the clear mist and one large dot) at the head of my families beds and I am PISSED NOW! Like its one thing if they are attacking me. But not my family not my sister who has been through so much and has struggled with health since birth.

We have a SERIOUS problem now.

Archon Name Calling 😢

Today was a little tough. I had to go do a task for my father. So it was going a little outside of my comfort zone. It started off as general pain.m, I could feel the entity tighten its grip around my neck or feel the pressure on my head and jaws and I tried to manage the back pain I always and only worsened with all the extra weight.

So I got some molten popped 4 got a coffee and hoped it would work soon. I started to study the outline of other people looking to see if they had the same as me. I only saw on a few people on the bus, but often they can turn sideways (the thin side) to not be visible like seeing an aura.

I also had the knocking tugging at my back outside for the first time. I never felt this outside before. 

Either, I pushed through the pain never sure of what I was seeing or what it even means. 

Then I wanted to share a snack with my mom that use to get when I was younger in the village called Pomme Frits, its like Belgium cut fries and all these crazy sauces so I thought it would be cute to share with her. Its in the NYU area on the city and as I walked through as I have many times before, this Demonic Archon started loosing its ever loving consciousness, and started doing the “child molester” play again. 

So I just keep walking, trying to get to first ave even though my back/ core felt like a noodle. I just kept walking ignoring it trying to breathe and just get to 1st Ave. 

Once I got to the bus stop and sat down I broke down crying. Because its such a gross game and thing to do. Like damn I can’t get some fries and chill one day? 

In some ways calling ME a child molester is an INSULT to my soul, to my core to who I know myself to be. I sometimes feel like its a cruel joke making fun of the fact that I am infertile because of PCOS. “You’ll never be a mom”, “you’re a child molestor”, “you heal no one”. 

A lady at the bus stopped asked me if I was OK I lied and said I was fine and thanked her. I was just over the day by then. I’m tired of being “strong”. I just want this over with, the voice, the thoughts, the headaches, the rape, the crazy dreams, done. 

The is no excuse for this torture. 

People Watching 👬👭👫 1111 Curse

Part of my humanitarianism is having the strange lobe for humans.

I live in a large city so riding the train, or sitting in a park or looking out the window. I love observing people, looking at what they choose to wear, color combos, maybe they had a fresh hair cut, maybe I notice their ethnicity, maybe I can tell they are a torrist. Maybe I see two people gazing into each others eyes or holding hands and I get a glimpse of love and it makes me happy. 

Along with my people watching is my commitment to service/ helping because I know that this system is difficult to live in. And we want a safe world for everyone. 

This energy was turned sour by the Demonic Archon. Looking at a woman’s fashion, it turns into objectifying her and that felt really strange, new and gross for me. This love I had for people, strangers ….. Was hated. The Archon would tell me “keep your head down, don’t look at anyone” and if I did even by mistake or a simple task the Archon would make it gross, doing things to my “root chakra” and trying to convince me its my natural reaction. Uhm…. NO. 

Its almost like the reoccurring 1111, 222, 333, or symbols or whatever only its with peoples and body parts or a gross hyper sexual concepts.

That’s why I said I think 1111 or reoccurring numbers (angel numbers) is a curse….. Or the beginning of one. It’s like you are being tested how easily controlled you are. The sad part is when my friends are like “omg 1111 make a wish” on Facebook. I’m like “Aaaaaaah” and have to keep it to myself unless I see any signs showing of an attack. 

Although this Archon is here doing what it does (which is being gross), I try to jump over any of its thoughts, concepts and projected world views to just simply….. enjoy people…. In all their glory.

PS. The moon was beautiful tonight. 

Blood Pressure is Down! 📉  + Heart Chakra Up. 

As the volume/intensity of the Entity Archon has slowly gone down so has my blood pressure. Funny HUH!? 130/70 when I was walking around for a year with 171/130+. Probably waiting so it can cause a stroke like my mom and sister. Piece of shit. 
Now I am feeling intense pain in the center of my chest which would be considered the Heart Chakra. So now instead of a stroke I’m worried about a heart attack. Great! I can now see an jelly Archon embedded in my chest. I just don’t know to remove them. Its like a heavy rock is sitting on my chest. Just like I felt on my head in prior weeks. 

My heart chakra was hit first in 2016 and it was almost like I was left open feeling icey hot swirls from the center of my chest to my shoulders. At the time I thought this was “heart chakra” activation …. Then the same icey hot swirl blow on my head “third eye”. These were not activations. These were attacks. 

What was taken from? The clear jelly mass that surrounds the dark matter? How can I close myself up and remove these cosmic ticks. 

These Archon’s cause dis-ease in the body as well as terrible habits and poor decision making. And they give Zero fucks about your life. Because they psychotic. The only time they don’t seem AS psychotic is when they are trying to manipulate you to gain your trust so they can then have control. 

I really wish they would go back were they belong and stop meddling in human affairs, we have enough issues already.

As of Today ☁ Archon Stuff

Last night a dark mass “cloud” swept over my body as I tried to fall asleep in bed. It said, “you feel so good” in a creepy voice. I figured this was just another trick to get me worked up. But I kept my cool and remembers all the times these things called me fat, ugly, a man ect. I just kept saying get out of my body get out of my home. 

As the black mass was over me the visions (illusions), were more intense than before. More vibrant, which was strange. They were kinda fading for a while. The flashes were more often. 

As of today, the Archon dots are not AS apparent as days before. I can see glimpses of them and mainly the sparkles. (I will never look at glitter the same ever again) And I wonder if that has to deal with the black mass that was trying to get inside of me. 

I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing. Probably just another game. 

After I wrote my post Sister Sister, the Archon Demon went on to do this whole dramatic play that it was being tortured or carried away. Just screaming ect. It was annoying and I told IT that I knew it was doing. Just putting on a dramatic play so maybe I feel like it got what it deserved for what it did to me and my family. I’m not falling for it. And it immediately stopped. 

Shit is so wack.

I had to talk myself into taking a bath. Because no matter where I go, these things are here. Sleeping, outside, bathroom. So I can’t avoid them. 

Now I have to go take a salt bath with a bunch of hateful archon sparkle jelly fish blobs staring at me and trying to fuck up my night. 

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