A bunch of Greys came for me, again, tonight. It's 1:30am as I write this. I was listening to sermons by HP Maxine, and they surround me, and try to pick me up. Lord Andromalius (my GG, Guardian God =D blasts them off when they try to pick me up.
At one point, I get annoyed, and I have had.enough. Fuck this. Fuck THEM. They are going DOWN, muthafuckas!
I am lying down on my bed, with my legs bent. As they stick tubes into me, and I feel my liquids being drained away, I physically grasp at the tubes, and tear them away.
I feel panic from their side. I never fought back before, never got annoyed. So they stick in some more tubes. I tear them out, all the same. The light on my piano is on, and I can see them with my physical eyes, I see the Greys swaying back and forth. Panic. Fear. Worry. I am annoyed, though.
I sense them, sense their energy, their movements. I lash out with my astral form, feel my astral form take substance, and tear them apart with a long scythe, with my own fingers, with my own powers. I set the room on blue fire. I say, "burn", and mean it. I set the room on blue fire.
And I hear them scream, and see them running back into that doorway of golden light, back onto their ships.
I get up, look for my Chinese wooden back scratchers, and scratch my back, and think a bit.
Then I turn off the light, and focus on the dark, where I can see them better. I hold the back scratcher in my right hand as a weapon. Funny, huh.
Something physical, something harmless.
With my will, I turn that back scratcher into a blade of pure, cold blue fire. I imagine it sharp, and I hold it, and survey my room. I try to find them.
They left.
Good.
The fuckers, they will be back. I will be ready, and look forward to finding out how many ways to skin and disembowel a Grey. There must be thousands, and I have only touched on two so far.
I wasn't strong enough mentally before. I had it in me, the astral power to fight back. I just underestimated myself, thinking because I was newly dedicated (about 2 months)I could not defend myself.
WRONG.
This is another sin in Satanism: underestimating yourself.
You have no limits, only the ones you put on yourself.
Hail Father Satan!
Hail Lord Andromalius!
Hail Lord Beezulbul!
Hail Lady Astaroth!
Hail all Gods of Hell!
Hail to all Demons and Demonesses under Father!
Hail to all Satanic Brothers and Sisters!
At one point, I get annoyed, and I have had.enough. Fuck this. Fuck THEM. They are going DOWN, muthafuckas!
I am lying down on my bed, with my legs bent. As they stick tubes into me, and I feel my liquids being drained away, I physically grasp at the tubes, and tear them away.
I feel panic from their side. I never fought back before, never got annoyed. So they stick in some more tubes. I tear them out, all the same. The light on my piano is on, and I can see them with my physical eyes, I see the Greys swaying back and forth. Panic. Fear. Worry. I am annoyed, though.
I sense them, sense their energy, their movements. I lash out with my astral form, feel my astral form take substance, and tear them apart with a long scythe, with my own fingers, with my own powers. I set the room on blue fire. I say, "burn", and mean it. I set the room on blue fire.
And I hear them scream, and see them running back into that doorway of golden light, back onto their ships.
I get up, look for my Chinese wooden back scratchers, and scratch my back, and think a bit.
Then I turn off the light, and focus on the dark, where I can see them better. I hold the back scratcher in my right hand as a weapon. Funny, huh.
Something physical, something harmless.
With my will, I turn that back scratcher into a blade of pure, cold blue fire. I imagine it sharp, and I hold it, and survey my room. I try to find them.
They left.
Good.
The fuckers, they will be back. I will be ready, and look forward to finding out how many ways to skin and disembowel a Grey. There must be thousands, and I have only touched on two so far.
I wasn't strong enough mentally before. I had it in me, the astral power to fight back. I just underestimated myself, thinking because I was newly dedicated (about 2 months)I could not defend myself.
WRONG.
This is another sin in Satanism: underestimating yourself.
You have no limits, only the ones you put on yourself.
Hail Father Satan!
Hail Lord Andromalius!
Hail Lord Beezulbul!
Hail Lady Astaroth!
Hail all Gods of Hell!
Hail to all Demons and Demonesses under Father!
Hail to all Satanic Brothers and Sisters!