My Little Murder

It's not noticeable in any way, shape or form.

But I am being murdered.

I am forgetting every idea that I get. I am comprehending things less and less.

I am perceiving less.

I am thinking less.

I am less and less energetic.

A couple of years ago, someone in my head bragged about how he could subtly kill me and how no one on earth would know.

Perhaps it is working. I am a fraction of a man that I was. I am a fraction of a human.

My entire soul-mind-body matrix, against my will I am being compromised.

If I had the most important weapon in my arsenal working for me, my mind, these pieces of crap wouldn't stand a chance against me.

That's what they need to attack to succeed.

About Not Finding A Job

I just got hired for a new job yesterday. In my head I heard this:

"He got a new job. What happened?"

"I don't know. I put a guy in his town to tell people not to hire him."

"Well it didn't work this time."

Go figure.

Now I don't know how much this stuff costs. But there sure is a lot of time, energy, money, and man power spent on something as ridiculous as this.

Even if they succeeded there would be nothing for them to do.

Add San Diego To That List

There's also someone connected to my brain in San Diego. I would love to get in touch with them too.

Amalfi?!?

I think someone in my mind said that they wanted me to come to Amalfi.

Turns out that's a beautiful coastal city in Italy. I did a Google image search on it. The place is gorgeous.

I wish that I could actually meet and communicate with this person.

The New Waves Of Attacks Are Far Worse

Good morning. I'm about to fall off of my chair as I type this. Astral invaders into my head have found a new way of doing things. Not only do they deplete me of life force, but now they have found a way into my brain that makes me dizzy and not able to keep my balance.

It got really intense yesterday as I woke up and struggled to prepare to go to church. They are trying to stop the church going.

Today is more of the same.

They are also killing many other astral entities and blaming me for it.

That's all I can write for now.

Post Script - Last night, as usual for the last number of nights, I woke up in the middle of the night, jumping up, struggling to breathe. Their new thing now is that they try to suffocate me in my sleep. It feels like something wrapped tight around my head, neck, and shoulders.

Last night was a bad one. I was told that there were about four or five beings that no longer had their bodies and were desperately trying to kill me off to get mine. They've got a bunch of beings that have a fear of dying who are attacking me now. It's getting really ugly on the astral plane. I'll never give myself up, no matter what.

Umm.. Wow! If True...

"They're too late to do anything about you, Sam. You already have enough of your DNA activated to interact with and switch to different dimensions."

Annoyed

For seven and a half years my mind aggressors have been doing variations of the same damn thing over and over again.

They have all been trained by someone who has the mind of a six year old and some nickel and dime street corner hustler.

There's nothing intel about them.

I'm so sick of hearing that some ultimate dream girl is coming to be with me or that I'm on the verge of receiving some large amount of money. They must be complete idiots to keep milking this garbage.

The whole point of their incredibly stupid game is to make me believe that something good is about to happen for me in my mind so that I don't do anything with my life in the real world.

Seven and a half years of them repeating this over and over and over again.

It didn't work back at the beginning of this and it sure as hell isn't working now.

What a bunch of jackasses. They are nothing more than common thug, small time street corner hustlers with stolen equipment.