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I went for a walk in the forest near my place today, after 3 months or so.
It was about 1730 p.m. when I left my apartment, and took a leisurely stroll towards Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. Of course, the demonic evil disturbances, are still very much there and there did everything to make my day horrid and horrendous even as, I am, typing this right now.
It was a cool, arid, welcome, walking in the midst of Nature and her spectacular vine sculptures. The lush, fluffy grass felt like a moss carpet beneath my feet, as I walked barefoot across the terrain for a bit.
There were a few strange occurrences that happened today.
At one point, in the foyer of brambles and bushes, a surrogacy of bats baptised me with their aerodynamic flutterfly. I just stood there still and silent, and all these cute, sky puppies just flew pass me with grace and precision, for a few minutes, like a scene from a comic book movie.
It was pretty cool.
I saw the Moon today, with her crescent plaid, being, all ethereal and mystifying as usual. Whenever I see that, it always reminds me of a sleepy cat’s eye, just waking up, to the dawn of dusk.
The other encounter of high strangeness, is that Nature, the stars, and the elements, guided me with no sense of direction, to a church near here.
The gate of the church was open, and I felt someone, or something, or some being was inviting me into the complex. I walked into that place and felt comforted by some consciousness. There was no one around there, though there were voices of people around in the periphery.
I bounced up the staircase, which had this statement carved on the stone sign above the entrance, Vir Justus Et Filius David, and that led me to the mass hall, which was closed. And yet again, it was not.
To the left, was a little garden of marble sculptures that caught my attention. Sometimes, the winged marble sculptures, pretend to not to look at you.
After, I spoke to Saint Joseph, and Lord Mr. Christ, of what has been happening to me and all these demonic disturbances, I walked back downwards, towards the entrance carpark and was mesmerised by the sculpture of the Lady of the Rosary.
It gleamed golden, and sparkled silver over a fountain of Koi fishes.
I told my mom, everything again, and told her to protect me from evil intentions and these demonic, black magic attacks, as they are getting overwhelming.
I am thankful to have been there today, to have discovered that church.
I am struggling just to breathe everyday, as they are trying to take over my body and pretend to be me, with unholy intentions.
And they stole my food again.
I don’t know who is behind this, and all these has been happening for years now. My mom used to say cursing and stealing other people’s meal is just bad.
One should share food, not eat stolen food and curse it after.
The demons and psychic attacks, are stealing my sight and senses, slowly, and, even though they may try to steal someone’s sight, they will not have any vision.
When they fail to pursue a spell, they will quote the title of my mom's book, or rather the sub-header, “There is always hope.”,
sarcastically and continue to whisper horrid things to me.
They are using some sort of neuro-lingusitic programming in a very shady, and subtle manner, that is affecting my body and reactions. All this, is tearing me apart.
I just reached back home, and am writing this from the void deck.
Talk to you later.