I Wonder If Hope For The 5th Density Is Slipping Away From Me

Dark forces have been trying everything imaginable to provoke me into losing my temper and inciting me to violence on the astral plane.

They are tricking people into killing and raping other people on the astral plane.

Astral beings have attacked me so badly that I can't even think straight, which is costing my life dearly. Things have gotten so bad.

The attacks over the last 24 hours have been pretty severe. They have been so severe to me that I have reacted violently on the astral plane..  mentally, emotionally, etc.

Score one for the dark forces.

The whole idea of provoking someone into violence is to weaken one's soul-mind-body complex, to lower their vibrational frequency so that they can be easily harvested.

My whole goal was to raise my vibrational frequency through love, joy, bliss, compassion, forgiveness, etc.

They have attacked my mind, body, soul, and people that I am with so badly that I finally weakened and reacted. I lost my temper. It has been an extremely rough year for me.

After my last actions I am uncertain that I can be a part of the ascension process. I will keep trying, but the more I show love the worse it gets for me. This kinda reminds me of the relationship that I had with Jennifer Stoeck. The more I showed love, the more violent and hateful she became. She is Satanic in the worst way, as I found out later.

This electronic harassment is related to her, I am convinced.

I wont give up. But I am becoming extremely irritable after 7 years of this. There must be light at the end of the tunnel.

But Stoeck related Satanic factions will try to break me down to the death. Just like she tried.

The war of we, the Heavenly vs. Satanic factions is far from over. I must realize this.

I wonder if I still have hope.

You Are An Ailment

I've got news for you astral projecting swine, just so you get a proper perspective.

In earlier times, back before the days of modern medicine, people who were ill used to go see a shaman or medicine man. That practitioner would diagnose the ailment as some sort of spirit that had entered the sick person's body that had to be removed.

Now I know that you assclowns would like to think of yourselves as something special and elite.

But here is the cold hard truth. You are an AILMENT! You are a disease that simply needs a cure.

You are a disease in society. But in my body all you are is a disease, an ailment.

For seven years I haven't been able to get this toilet to flush. But know what you are. Nothing more.

How Could I Possibly Be Of Any Significance To Merritt This Kind Of Attention

Cell phone getting tapped: I was talking to my mother and I heard a clicking sound followed by a voice that sounded both in my head and somewhat on the phone saying, "He's just talking to his mother. They're not saying anything at the moment."

Internet accounts being altered and sometimes posts or entries being deleted.

Bank account when it was existent was often accessed and I was being told into my mind that I couldnt be with anyone because "I didn't have enough money". Often they would say into my mind my current bank balance.

These assclowns are in everything that I have.

I wonder how I merited this much attention.

Hard To Explain

It's so incredibly hard to explain to others as to why you're not functioning properly.

It's hard to explain that something on your brain is the reason why you're not contacting family, friends, or pursuing a potential girlfriend.

It's hard to explain that suddenly, out of the blue, that after holding jobs for years that you're not able to hold one for any longer than a span of two months.

It's hard to explain my dirty home, after being clean for so long, and having an immense cat population problem that has piled up to the point that it that it may cost me my living space.

It's hard to explain that there are so many simple things that I should be taking care of and instead I sit mindlessly on a couch.

It's hard to explain how I can sit on a couch, mindlessly for 15 hours, not so much as being able to make food for myself or drink water.

My brother took me to the hospital to seek treatment for this. They didn't know what to do.

They ran several tests on me and they even brought in a mental crisis counselor.

The only thing they could respond with was, "Maybe you need to drink more water." They had no other ideas.

This cat and cleaning situation is at critical mass and must resolved immediately.

I'm all alone in the world.

Well actually not. But alone in the fact that no one I know has ever experienced this crap.

But I am a different breed.

If my odds are 1,000,000 - 1 of getting through all of this and I still got that "1", then I like my odds. Because that's how I roll.

Just Cross Posting To Have On Record

I'm not sure how true it is of what I'm hearing, but someone says that they have a million dollars for me if I do something with them.

Someone else wants to be with person and get their money and other things. They somehow believe that they can slowly kill me off and force themselves onto this person.

For the last three years I've been torn apart and eaten alive by astral entities and I'm now to the point where I barely function.

I'm not certain if I will be dying in the near future. It feels like death already.

Meanwhile my mind, soul, and body is being used somewhere else. Someone far away feels what I feel. My dreams and visions get stolen from me. These sinister people are acting like my mind is something that they own and need to show other people.

Everyone uses my mind to view things. The music I think about they claim is some sort of radio. The list of violations and crimes against me goes on and on.

Some group wants to take my body away from me. My telepathy and other brain communications have been rerouted to somewhere else.

I dont know how much longer I have to live. A damn shame.

In the event of my death: www.emhdf.com

Interesting Note

To seek some comfort from my aggressor I run my hand under hot scolding water. When I do I hear someone else screaming in the distance. Whenever I hurt he hurt. Someone is connected to me.

I Need Some Sort Of Remote Viewer Defense

I'm dumbfounded. I've used water. I've used fire. I've tried everything to get this scum off of my body. Somehow they stay on me like a shit stain that you cant get out of your underwear.

Maybe I need more fire.

I wish I had a lazer or particle beam. That would get to them. I've got to live through this.

Ohh.. To Be A Fly On The Window For This Idiot's Crap

Of the many things that I hear in my head, one is people getting angry at me and accusing me of being a terrorist.

Really, dude?

Not only a terrorist, but a terrorist from Iraq. Now Iraq has been our ally for many years and we were the ones who put Saddam Hussein into power. But that's beside the point.

I saw on Skype that there's someone with my name in Iraq and in the United Kingdom.

There are people, from what I hear in my head, in different places pretending to be me. There are others pretending to be me on the west coast and gulf coast. The Iraq thing is hilarious.

Since this has started I've been accused of being a terrorist, a Muslim, a Jew, a black, a Mexican, a rapist, a murderer, and a thief. I guess the perps just say whatever makes someone the angriest and motivated to do something.

I still say, "Give 'em enough rope. They will eventually hang themselves."

An Extremely Sorry Attempt At Breaking Me Down

These clowns are using astral entities to try and artificially induce stress in order to break me down.

Some of the attempts in the past were downright hilarious, things like, "You're gonna get killed if you don't pay your bills on time."

I've never had any enemies and I have never harmed or crossed anyone. For the most part my life has been pretty loving and peaceful.

So the latest annoyance has been pretty severe in seizing the moment. This time I had a neighbor complain about my cats and true to form these entities and the clowns that they work with have convened on me in full force.

My life is "about to end" because of these cat complaints.

It would be hilarious if it weren't so physically uncomfortable. Ah hell, it's still hilarious.

I wonder what will become of these guys in the end...