Strange things are happening and people are starting to take notice
A Police Officer walks past with no head, until he gets into the light
I am forcing entities to look me in the eyes so I can see who (or what) is in them
I take a group of people (entities) to this realm that are supposed to be able to help
Instead, they are overtaken by energies unknown and become useless
I should have known better, I think to myself. It was a mistake to think that because I am OK here, that they would be too
I fly from where I am looking at them from above and I concentrate on one of their convulsing bodies on the ground
I place my hand to their neck and rip the parasitic entity from them and lift it into the air so I can get a good look at it
It is a young man, possible only in his early twenties. Still skinny, like he hasn't filled out
I see his face vividly
He is badly burned. His skin is a very red, black, blistered mess. It is intended to be horrifying by how graphic and real it is, but it doesn't scare me
In fact, I actually feel a little sorry for him. I sense that this person actually burned to death at some stage. Either like I sensed their pain, or they wanted me to
I grip them by the throat and force them to look straight at me, but they won't look me in the eyes
I sense a empty type of blockage and refusal to leave their vapid negative darkness
I say something to them, without speaking, and they reply too, without speaking
Though nothing is said, I sense of their horror somehow
For a moment, I wonder if this is supposed to be the one that Christians refer to as the devil
Though my understanding is that the devil, as a specific individual entity, doesn't exist; I still wonder for a second if this could be the real version, for those who do, would, or could believe in a/the individual "real" devil
Whoever they are, I'm not afraid of them. Even though I know I'm supposed to be
Even though they seem darker and filled with more pain than any being or entity I've ever encountered; they don't frighten me
I feel more curiosity about them, mixed with sadness and a little bit of annoyance
Almost like I've caught a child committing a crime, I've got them by the throat and I'm trying to work out what to do with them
I don't think they are a threat. Though they certainly seem very dangerous
That aren't aggressive. They are just filled with emptiness and sorrow that I have no doubt would terrify most people
Whatever this entity is, I have no doubt it would/could destroy most other entities it comes upon/attaches to
If it wanted to
But it didn't seem to "want" anything. There was no purpose, or desire I could feel in it. It didn't seem to possess any sort of feeling except massive pain
I force their face straight and tell them to look me in the eyes when I'm speaking to them
Even though their eyes at burned and seem like they are popped open and oozing some type of puss, they do what I tell them and look me directly in the eyes
They are deeper than anything I've ever encountered
When I look people, entities, etc, in the eyes like this, it feels as though I "breathe them in" so to speak. Like I draw them in, while I look as deep into they soul as is possible
This entity was deep
I could feel it consuming me as I tried looking into it. But I took it all in
I saw it's face deconstruct and empty in front of my eyes, as if I was looking at the constructive frame of a computer rendered drawing
It was like I saw through them
I also saw them in a momentary flash, unburned, with the perfect flawless skin of youth. Like a momentary flash of their innocence, hidden and buried behind all the horror
I took something away from them, though I'm not sure what it was. It wasn't to hurt them
I didn't want to hurt them and they couldn't hurt me if they wanted to
My interaction with them ended and then I'm moving through fragmented realms in a pieced together stream
Moments from my childhood rendered in parallels that have nothing to do with what happened (or are opposite)
Then I'm seeing fragments representing this world
I was half asleep, waking up in this world, but still wrestling with other entities. Looking them forcefully in the eyes, to see who or what they are
I see fragments representing my music. Somewhat reversed
Watching music at a Casino. Going backstage looking for the exit
Fragments of losing my phone. Finding it where I never put it, like it was there to be found, by intentionally putting it where I never do, to make it appear lost
Fragments of my loss, or perpetual state of shortness in this world
Flashes of things belittling and mocking me, like they own me, control me, and have the right to judge me
They make fun of my lack of ability to do anything about them, or to "bring my friends into their realm"
I am conscious of the fact these are real entities and they are referring to whatever dream state or realm I am fragmenting through at that stage
Some "part" of me that identifies as one of the friends they are talking about rages and pushes through. Furious at them for thinking they have the right to do this to me
They disappear momentarily. Then through their parasitic nature (that they seem to be powerless to control), they try to make me believe that me raging was exactly what they wanted. Like they were controlling my ability to not be controlled
This is fake though. A sickness within a system that is placed upon those they try to take sickness away from, who aren't actually sick
It has no way to assert false dominance, so it recycles upon itself destructively
Happy to destroy the thing it's supposed to be helping, because it doesn't know how else make itself useful, when it serves no purpose and cannot cease to serve a purpose
Like making people sick intentionally, so you can cure them, because you need to cure someone to justify your existence
A self-redundant loop. Poisonous to those it shouldn't be placed upon
Some type of religious key, I would guess. One that has the potential to "destroy God". And the entire perceivable world
Flashes of the world I live in, in representation of some type of holding cell or prison. Designed to never give me anything more than what is necessary to keep me here
I never have money, so the world assumes this is how I like life, and thinks that is how I should be kept
Everything designed to trap me in a false reality of something else's design, not my own
I am not happy with that I'm seeing
I'm actually a little angry that they attempt to cater, with the one intention of keeping me placated and contained
Like trying to give someone in a prison exactly enough, no more, no less, so they will not realise they are in prison
I feel a electrical entity against my back
It has its mouth attached to my left shoulder, like it is attached to me, feeding off me
I try to force it off me. Rip it off. But I struggle. It is very well connected and synced
Something asks me "how old are you?"
I reply "I am end time"
I continue fighting to rip the entity off my back
It feels somewhat sad
I give context to it, in what it's doing, by first energetically surging heat into it, to burn it, while I feel nothing
I make what it is drinking from me poisoned with heat, to burn it from the inside out and force it to disconnect from me
It doesn't work
Then I appear energetically behind it, feeding off its right shoulder. Mirroring it feeding off my left
This is meant to get the message across that whatever it is doing, will not work, and it needs to remove itself from me
But it doesn't get the hint. It doesn't let go
I don't think it can let go, whatever it is
I think only dying will get rid of it
I wake up physically and I can still feel the parasitic electrical energy pulsing against my back, as if it is still hovering there
I hear something speaking with a female entity or presence in the background tell her "You made a very big mistake", in such gentle and matter of fact manner, that they seem to be suggesting they own up to their mistake
As if they took a bite of a poison apple, or "bit off more than they can chew"
I'm still annoyed as I write this
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