Sister Sister (pt. whatever) πŸ˜‡πŸ™πŸ˜ˆ

So tonight my sister asked me to help her in the bed. And I have slowly been trying to ween her off of asking me for help. I mean she had a stroke, didn’t really push herself in physically therapy as much I would have like to have seen, but FORCED herself to go back to work being partially disabled now. Not because its a lot of money but because she loves her job. And my moms and I best instincts we supported her. It would be good exercise. 

Which means that half of my life is currently dedicated to making sure she looks good for the world. But at home constantly cleaning up human waste, helping her put on clothes and getting her things. But some how she braves the streets on NYC and goes to work at rush hour. Which is more than I have been able to do unless its another emergency. 

My sister asked me to help her to bed. But for some strange reason I help he to bed and she gets up 5 mins later for juice and then asks for help again. Sooooo….  I told her NO this time. I tried to explain to her why and she told me to “shut up!“. So I told her, “Fuck you! You’re so RUDE!

And GUESS What the Demon tried to do, tried to GUILT me about the ENERY I was sending my sister and saying it was going to go over and kill her because I told her “fuck you”. 

So I told the demon, “Fuck you too go back to hell”. I thought if this demon wants to hurt my sister at this point that is that Demons choice not mine. What am I gonna do? Grab at air? I already tried that smacking one out of her room. I already put up prayers on every mirror. I bit my tongue and faked being happy for her healing process and was having (still) having a delusional break down being burned and raped all the while having to be a maid and being yelled at. 

This whole being “conscious of the energy I bring our put out there” is now another form of GUILT for this demon to play with after working on many layer and finally getting to a place of soon braving the world. Like I’m not allowed to say NO. I said NO to this Demon(s) so many times and yet . …….Here it remains. I’ve ignored it, I’ve scolded my skin with hot herbal baths, I prayed, I’ve paid, I’ve given up everything in this false “ascension”. 

My sister is not my child and she reminds me of hold old she is every week. I just wish we were just….. Sisters again. 

Since she going back to work now, I have tried to focus on getting a game plan together for my own healing. On my own. Since nothing I paid for worked other than ODing on benadryl /sleep medication and some fake ass excuse for this perverse Demon being in my life “shamans” calling it a “generational curse”.

Check This! I can still be conscious of my “energy” and still express myself. How amazing is that!? Even if I didn’t have this Demon pop up and try to murder me I still would be angry. Look at the world! It’s where I channel my anger. And at the same time I can’t be responsible how some perceives my “energy”. I can only be responsible for how I carry myself. If that person is so perceptive then they should also have compassion in understanding that persons “energy” as well, while simultaneously not taking it on as their own. But I also understand that there are people unaware, sensitive and under attack. Like me. 

The Demon said, “let the games begin!”

πŸ˜©πŸ˜’ UHg.

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Sprit Snatchers? 😱

A couple of times, I felt like my “spirit” not my soul was being snatched or tugged out of my body. Kinda like a Peter Pan thing (in once upon a time).

I wonder if these Demonic Archon Reptar Alien like need our spirit, our spirit is what I would assume animate us, I guess like energy play dough? 

I feel like maybe they need this energy from us to almost like….. Hmm create something to wear? Like a cloak of spirit imagined to hide whatever it is they truly are?

Or to create this illusion in front of us?

Just wondering. Its theory. I could be wrong.

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.

False Flag 🎌🎯

Some times I wonder if I am being prepped to be a false flag or something or worse 😦.

Like why is “controlling me” sooooo important? 

The Demonic Archon whatever is constantly testing my suggestablity, thoughts, movements, how long will I think something is natural when its not (like the olfactory curse) , if I will think certain feels or emotions are my own, if certain pains are warranted. 

As slight as a curl of the lip. Was that me?

Like what’s the goal here? 

I don’t want sit here all day being moved around like a puppet and trying to figure out if air looks like an alien head πŸ‘½ or a fucking dot or a fucking reptar reptilian. πŸ‰. What’s the goal? 

Poor health until its easy for me to have a stroke? Then what? 

Like right now I see a mass of clear mist with some sparkles trying to formulate itself into some scary shape. And its annoying I’m tired. I don’t know what it is and I don’t know how to get rid of it. 

I am just sitting here being incapacitated by pain of these Archon Demon Dots and some clear jelly mist going in and out my body all fucking day! 

Olfactory Curse πŸ‘ƒπŸ‘… πŸ˜·

I have to often clean my sisters bed pan. For some reason more so than her poop her pee make me gag in violent ways.

For whatever reason I was probably eating some cookies and saying fuck you to the demon archon as usual. Only this time the Archon said “I never did anything to your taste.” suggesting it was time to fuck with my taste.

This was also after reading in the schizophrenia group that someone had taste hallucinations. I think mostly bad. I had also heard certain taste and smells are indicators you should see a doctor as well diabetes, cancers, harmonal imbalances or times to detox. 

I had only smelled scents I don’t like, poop, weed, roses, rotten meat, sulfur, cologne (Cubano to be exact) I dont like, as the main smells it would send as a curse but never tasted. 

One day I woke up with the taste of my sister pee in my mouth. I tried smelling myself my pee and my breath and none gave the smell. It was just the taste. 

Then I realized that the Demon Archon wanted to fuck with my taste buds a few days before cause I’m a asshole and I call it “a dot that can’t enjoy my mothers wonderful cooking.”

So I guess of ALL the FLAVORS in the world it chose my sister strong ass pee (sorry sissy I’m just keeping it 100%).

So I’m like what is this Archon Demon doing? Putting one of the circle dots in my sister pee and then putting it in my mouth? Taste testing its curse first before it sends it my way? Like what the fuck? 

The funny thing is the first day I was like WTF and I just assumed I picked it up from snoring with my mouth open. A few times I smelled my sister pee in another room and it was totally confusing. But this time it went to merge with my taste buds.

Once I realized it was a curse or whatever it went away.

The way to tell is that my tongue had like an overlay feeling. You know when you eat something with lard and the lard kinda coats your tongue. It was kinda like that only grosser. I could not smell the sent on my body. And I kinda know what my own tongue tastes and feels like.  I mean I have had morning breath before. I call it “broccoli breath” but usually you can kinda smell it back and brush your teeth and bee good. Brushing my teeth didn’t help. 

But I realized it had been doing this to me for a while now silently. Usually about how I smelled. I was always self conscious of smelling good or TOO good. 

I was at a hippy school that didn’t want people to where perfume. My school was up in the mountains and my skin was DRY and cracking. I am a New York Island baby I need ocean moisture. Either way I bought some natural scent lotion from the Hippy College store and was putting it on in front a group cause my skin was hurting from cracking and they STILL was making fun of me for putting on a scent. 

I don’t know, I kinda felt like it was super racist for these white women to kinda dictate the way I should smell and it kinda pissed me off. I was like they could NEVER live in New York! Its like over load! People smell like whatever from different cultures and you just respect it!  Like if I wanna smell like an anarchist body ordor or lavender vanilla or my favorite chemical Stella perfume, like its none of their business. But whatever.

But I also challenged myself as well in conforming. I could also see if you ARE in fact cursed not having a cloud of scents confusing you is good as well. 

Whatever. Taste buds curse. Scents cursed, life curse, sight cursed, hearing curse, touch cursed, movement, foresight cursed by an Archon Demon for what reasons I don’t know.

This sucks!

Archon Name Calling πŸ˜’

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. 

More Archon Observation πŸ‘€πŸŒžΒ 

I call them Archon because Archon is general enough. Archons seem to play any card that will place them in a place of power (jinn, spirit of a relative, spirit guide, angel, god, Jesus, Satan, lord of karma and fake ass judgment day, whatever). 

If they can’t have power over you and you are ignorant to their games, they just keep turning it up a notch. 

Today I noticed that outside among people or in the sun they contract to a pin size whole again. They may turn up briefly outside but they prefer to be indoors unnoticed and unseen because hiding gives them more power.

Salt Bath πŸ™†πŸ›€πŸšΏπŸ›

So I did a salt bath tonight. Baths are so much work cause I have to take my sisters shower chair out. But I did it. 

I made it hot…could have been a little hotter but it was hot enough. I hadn’t seen the Archon jelly circles for that much. Most of them were fading. But in the bath I scanned my body and found one no bigger than my hand hiding in my left boob so I placed my hand over it and I guess it popped out because I found it.

God I wish I knew someone that could help me understand. I feel super cray, and everyone is runi g around trying to be light workers with a magic light bubble around them and I’m over here seeing a serious “spiritual” etheric, astral/3D archon infestation. 

This one girl at the mental health clinic had a string of them. Almost like a family of them came over to see whats up and the way I knew it wasn’t mine was because the were linked and two there was a pink one at the end. 

ANY WAY.. Whatever. 

Sister Sister: Archon Stroke πŸ‘­

So my twin sister had been diagnosised with diabetes a while a ago but could be taken care of with diet. She has always had health problems since she was young. 

I remember inviting her to work the children’s activity table at my famers market as a way to lure her into eating more healthy. It was starting to work. She would leave with our heirloom tomatoes and some cucumbers. Its a start. On top of it the children adored my sister. I haf many artist work the children’s artivity table but none were asked for by name like my sister. “When is Ms. C coming back?!”. Soon I would tell them.

Little did I know that would be my last sumer there at the farm. 

When this all started officially getting out of control it was January 2016, I had contracted “twin flame” experts to find out what was happening to me. I was connected with a woman who I guess understood the “spiritual” unseen side of things a little bit more. 

When I was at the farmers market one day in 3015 we had 4 sets of twins all hovered around a table with out realizing. I was in awe since twins are suppose to be rare. One of our jamacian farmers told me and the younger twins that the “older twin comes down first to tell the twin its OK to come down to be born.” And that in a way the older twin protects the younger twin. 

Meh. Its a cute story. 😊 and I’m glad the younger twins heard that. 

Then I connected with the the Twin Flame lady she said, “oh you’re here for your sister”. I didn’t take it in or come to any realization until maybe now. Maybe a month or two later my sister had the stroke. And this was the day AFTER I had said my sister was my was inspiration and posted it on my Facebook to uplift how strong my sister is for always proving people wrong when they said she couldn’t. I mean my sister and I get in verbal fights like anyone but I always tried to uplift her cause she is a shorty and has a few disabilities. You know keep it positive.

After my sister had the stroke I had a serious of break downs while under the schizophrenic demonic archon attack. And the Arfhons were trying to force me to commit suicide while she was in the hospital. At times the the Archon (or whatever) would mock me saying “you weren’t able to even save your sister.” , “You heal no one!” And tried to make it seem as it was my fault that my sister had the stroke.

I would lay in bed at night trying to go to sleep and the Archon would do all sorts of things to my head, trying to kill me and then say “I can’t I can’t”. The pain was out of this world to the point I begged the entity to just kill me already. I was literally starting to drool from the pain. So then I wondered if it was this Archon that did this to my sister. And my sister is and was too delicate to hold such darkness. The entity tried to blame this on my ex “twin flame” as some black magic curse. Even tried to blame it on my bosses. It is a sick sick game. I. Glad I have some wits about myself cause …. It could have gotten violent.

So I am unsure of why the Archon would hurt my sister or my mom. Everything seems to be ironic. You try to do something good it goes bad…. You do something bad it goes through and then they still try to make you feel “bad” about it as a “sin”. Either way you lose. It uses all the terrible things people called you, slashes at your character, fuck up and fears, just all the negative things to then make your life more miserable so they can feel they have power. And control. They play it either way.

It was not my intention or even in my mind for my sister to get hurt. That was the choice of the Archons. They make their choices and try to pawn it off as your own. And the things they did to my body and mind as I tried to help my sister to recover from her stroke is unspeakable. 

They are cowards. Hiding behind ironies and insecure relationships to cause harm. 

Fuck them for all eternity! 

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