The Weight of Hyperdimensional Psychological Warfare with the Archon: Life in the Simulated Reality Matrix
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Originally posted on FB 4/8/2018
A text to a friend tonight, one who knows as much as anyone can what it is I go through, why, and the other reasons in my base-reality which make what I have to deal with that much harder, sadder and depressing when shit in base starts to fall apart. Thanks, man.
Here is home for me now, nowhere else. I go a day at a time. It's all I can do. Sometimes things go better sometimes worse - but fighting is always better than giving up. I threaten all the time to give up but never do; it's just a way to motivate myself to keep going when things are at their worst [and archontic attacks come at the highest, most sinister, base-reality shattering levels]. Anyway, tonight [broke as usual and forced to live on the streets - per archontic orchestration and enforcement of my situation, financially and otherwise.] I fell asleep in front of [store] and I hadn't realized it. [I'm more often than not homeless for those unfamiliar with my story. See archontic enforcement above. And this is no fucking joke, by the way. So it's best you carefully consider the reasons and circumstances behind targeted individuals who are homeless, or otherwise have their lives disrupted in ways that don't make "sense" to those targeted individuals - or otherwise - who still manage to get by in the ways one does in daily base-reality, without the added addition of archontic interference coming into play in regard to employment and finances.] Next thing I know, a Vietnamese guy was waking me up, asking: "Did you eat?, Did you eat?" I didn't even realize that I'd fallen asleep, nor where I was when I awoke. I told him, No. He said, "Come on, come inside." He bought me food, water, smokes - and a toothbrush/toothpaste, and gave me some small money for eating in the morning. Now I owe him English lesson tomorrow night as my required repayment. Spiritual warfare is the most horrible form of all warfare; psychological warfare the most devastating - but it's also the only kind of warfare that human beings should ever be engaged in. Our war is not with one another - not even with our governments and institutions. Our war is with the invisible ones, the archon. And, though, while we're engaged in spiritual and psychological warfare it seems we are almost always completely alone, isolated and lonely, in some of the darkest moments of said warfare there does seem to exist something else in the hidden realm that reaches out and has our backs. Take it for what it's worth."
Originally posted on FB 4/8/2018
A text to a friend tonight, one who knows as much as anyone can what it is I go through, why, and the other reasons in my base-reality which make what I have to deal with that much harder, sadder and depressing when shit in base starts to fall apart. Thanks, man.
Here is home for me now, nowhere else. I go a day at a time. It's all I can do. Sometimes things go better sometimes worse - but fighting is always better than giving up. I threaten all the time to give up but never do; it's just a way to motivate myself to keep going when things are at their worst [and archontic attacks come at the highest, most sinister, base-reality shattering levels]. Anyway, tonight [broke as usual and forced to live on the streets - per archontic orchestration and enforcement of my situation, financially and otherwise.] I fell asleep in front of [store] and I hadn't realized it. [I'm more often than not homeless for those unfamiliar with my story. See archontic enforcement above. And this is no fucking joke, by the way. So it's best you carefully consider the reasons and circumstances behind targeted individuals who are homeless, or otherwise have their lives disrupted in ways that don't make "sense" to those targeted individuals - or otherwise - who still manage to get by in the ways one does in daily base-reality, without the added addition of archontic interference coming into play in regard to employment and finances.] Next thing I know, a Vietnamese guy was waking me up, asking: "Did you eat?, Did you eat?" I didn't even realize that I'd fallen asleep, nor where I was when I awoke. I told him, No. He said, "Come on, come inside." He bought me food, water, smokes - and a toothbrush/toothpaste, and gave me some small money for eating in the morning. Now I owe him English lesson tomorrow night as my required repayment. Spiritual warfare is the most horrible form of all warfare; psychological warfare the most devastating - but it's also the only kind of warfare that human beings should ever be engaged in. Our war is not with one another - not even with our governments and institutions. Our war is with the invisible ones, the archon. And, though, while we're engaged in spiritual and psychological warfare it seems we are almost always completely alone, isolated and lonely, in some of the darkest moments of said warfare there does seem to exist something else in the hidden realm that reaches out and has our backs. Take it for what it's worth."
When my two hours are done here at the Icafe (20 cents and hour!), It's back on the streets to find a night's sleep - the archon always present.
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