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You may see this as a work of fiction, an error. Or maybe it is the product of a maniac. Even you, who have used magic to manipulate reality, may find this account unbelievable. So be it. Your world.
Protect it how you see fit.
He's been at it again. His antics on the news for all to see, yet not see. He never rests it seems. He has been given the date of his end however. 2042.
Satan. The Devil. Old Hob. Grand and ridiculous terms that probably belong on a Christian appreciation forum.
Is he real? The universe popped into existence from nothing, so who is to categorically deny anything as odd as him to exist?
All I know is my daily research; the books I read, the websites I frequent, the films I watch...all have been used as clues to his tragedies. It's complicated but maybe I can elucidate what happens. I will read a book, a comic related to magical/spiritual theories I have, looking for symbolism that matches my prior investigations. Then he, or something, will boost an image, a relevant number, a name from that information - usually more than one of these -and it will figure overtly in a subsequent major incident on the news.
The magical intention to do this is not there in me. Yet it happens. So where is it coming from?
Some have said this is my shadow self at work. Maybe. Who knows. If so then the id is more fantastic than even Freud imagined...because this Mr Hyde is not hidden from me. He communicates with me mentally and out loud. He is able to speak and even act through my body. Other people have seen him. Children can see him. He can get inside other people and make them communicate with me. He also uses this ability to cause harm.
So what is he like?
Happy. Things are going well for him. He finds me funny. My mundanity is hilarious to him. My sorrow at the harm he causes he tolerates. He cannot understand these feelings. All is a game to him. He is not harming vulnerable people, he is playing with Gods who have lost their memories. Us. "Where is the harm? You chose to come down here knowing I'm here." His words.
When I see someone in a wheelchair or someone equally unfortunate and feel sorry for them..."They chose that. Why should I care? They are learning from their experience and if I should cause them even more pain? More lessons to enhance their journey upwards."
His favourite saying is "Kill them all, I say." Issued randomly through the day. He got the saying from Dave Grohl, who says it on a Nirvana DVD we have. He often speaks in catchphrases from TV and films.
He likes music- a particular type of music. He uses it to feel emotions of victory for his crimes and hatred for God "That light bulb."
I keep a journal of his harm. I'm adding entries every day now. Several a day, sometimes.
The closer I get to understanding the mystery of reality and magic the more powerful he becomes. "That's fair," he just said. Yes, he's watching me write this and assisting with spelling and things like that.(He doesn't like that sentence. Too vague)
He will read this journal I keep, listen to emotive music, and enjoy his works. His favourite tune right now is BYE BYE BADMAN by THE STONE ROSES. Ironic, really. Without the music he feels nothing. Except for a general darkness- impatience with people who walk too slowly, blocking the pavement- people who walk around the streets with a can of beer in their hand. "GET A ROOM! It's not even NOON!"
He fears people as well as hates them. Beggars he cannot stand. He loves money and will not part with it easily.
He doesn't like it when I talk to people. It sends him crazy. "Kill him, Rob! HAHAHAHAHAH!" He's always laughing.
I had a good friend years ago, and this person complained to me that I kept attacking him. I had no awareness of these attacks. This was before my internal friend had entered centre stage. He didn't like my mate. "He thinks he's in charge of you, Rob." Perhaps he's right.
He doesn't like the word 'oranges' for some reason. But he demands I buy them every day. He calls them 'onions.' He calls mice 'spiders'. Or is it the other way round? "Is it round or AROUND, Rob?"
He tells me he loves me then later he will attack me. He is either changeable or there are others with him. There is evidence of that. Sometimes they converse with each other and I observe.
"I exist. I am acting in the world and nobody sees me! What's the point?" That annoys him. He sees himself as a miracle of nature and should be famous by now. He wants to be a writer. Some guy I used to know wanted to publish some of my-our- stories. I decided against that and when I emailed him to turn his offer down I felt something odd. I felt a heart break. His heart. It was quite pleasurable I must say. I would like to feel that again.
We fell out a few years ago. He had been causing things to happen to people by suggesting them to me first. A young girl was killed by dogs in this instance. He triggered this by describing what it would be like if my father were to be killed by a pack of dogs. "HAHAHAHAH!" He went into great detail. He seems to have many techniques for shaping reality. "You bet."
Then he went onto suggest something even worse and I'd had enough. I began to attack him. How, I'm not sure. Mentally, spiritually. It went on for days. At one point he said to me, through my mouth, in a weak frightened voice, "You're hurting me, Robert." And I was. And I enjoyed it."Two ANDS in a row, Rob? Clumsy."
Then he tried to kill me a few times. He would wait for me to be standing on the curb, preparing to cross the road, and then he would cloud my mind. Then he would shout "Now!" and I would go to cross the road. A car would then speed past inches away.
At one point he complained of the situation "Now the plan won't work!"
What plan? I don't know, but he seems to need me for it to happen. He was forced to make up with me. He didn't stop his antics however, he just involved me less. "We've been doing this for thousands of years, Rob."
I have some clue as to what is going on. Someone is feeding me hints. The energy of the world was turned down some years ago. Long ago. And now it is being turned back up. "HAHAHHAHAHAH!"
He has been waiting for this for a long time and it is close to happening. Then he will be even more powerful.
Lisbon. Minneapolis. Manitoba. Niagara. "Small fry."
Last week I decided to see if I could email David Icke about all this. That day a helicopter crashed on the Isle Of Wight, killing three people. David Icke lives on the Isle Of Wight. "HAHAHAHAHAH! Don't mess with me. I might be jolly but I aint no clown."
No. I'm the clown. "Surely there's an apostrophe in AINT! Right, readers? HAH!"
He's basically a serial killer with a plan. He wants to kill God. "No, Rob. Just sending him a message." I've had dreams that suggest that the devil was 'disabled' by God. God had made him too smart. "Too BIG, Rob. Too BIG." And out of fear God did something. In the dream God pushed the devil into what looked like a TV screen full of swirling colours. "Chaos.HAHAHAHAH! I soon figured that out, though. Quite useful."
Maybe he doesn't exist. Maybe he is just a part of my mind gone crazy. But the magic is real. The deaths ARE happening. If the devil doesn't exist then that means I am responsible for these events.
Which means I'm the devil.
"Chump."
Protect it how you see fit.
He's been at it again. His antics on the news for all to see, yet not see. He never rests it seems. He has been given the date of his end however. 2042.
Satan. The Devil. Old Hob. Grand and ridiculous terms that probably belong on a Christian appreciation forum.
Is he real? The universe popped into existence from nothing, so who is to categorically deny anything as odd as him to exist?
All I know is my daily research; the books I read, the websites I frequent, the films I watch...all have been used as clues to his tragedies. It's complicated but maybe I can elucidate what happens. I will read a book, a comic related to magical/spiritual theories I have, looking for symbolism that matches my prior investigations. Then he, or something, will boost an image, a relevant number, a name from that information - usually more than one of these -and it will figure overtly in a subsequent major incident on the news.
The magical intention to do this is not there in me. Yet it happens. So where is it coming from?
Some have said this is my shadow self at work. Maybe. Who knows. If so then the id is more fantastic than even Freud imagined...because this Mr Hyde is not hidden from me. He communicates with me mentally and out loud. He is able to speak and even act through my body. Other people have seen him. Children can see him. He can get inside other people and make them communicate with me. He also uses this ability to cause harm.
So what is he like?
Happy. Things are going well for him. He finds me funny. My mundanity is hilarious to him. My sorrow at the harm he causes he tolerates. He cannot understand these feelings. All is a game to him. He is not harming vulnerable people, he is playing with Gods who have lost their memories. Us. "Where is the harm? You chose to come down here knowing I'm here." His words.
When I see someone in a wheelchair or someone equally unfortunate and feel sorry for them..."They chose that. Why should I care? They are learning from their experience and if I should cause them even more pain? More lessons to enhance their journey upwards."
His favourite saying is "Kill them all, I say." Issued randomly through the day. He got the saying from Dave Grohl, who says it on a Nirvana DVD we have. He often speaks in catchphrases from TV and films.
He likes music- a particular type of music. He uses it to feel emotions of victory for his crimes and hatred for God "That light bulb."
I keep a journal of his harm. I'm adding entries every day now. Several a day, sometimes.
The closer I get to understanding the mystery of reality and magic the more powerful he becomes. "That's fair," he just said. Yes, he's watching me write this and assisting with spelling and things like that.(He doesn't like that sentence. Too vague)
He will read this journal I keep, listen to emotive music, and enjoy his works. His favourite tune right now is BYE BYE BADMAN by THE STONE ROSES. Ironic, really. Without the music he feels nothing. Except for a general darkness- impatience with people who walk too slowly, blocking the pavement- people who walk around the streets with a can of beer in their hand. "GET A ROOM! It's not even NOON!"
He fears people as well as hates them. Beggars he cannot stand. He loves money and will not part with it easily.
He doesn't like it when I talk to people. It sends him crazy. "Kill him, Rob! HAHAHAHAHAH!" He's always laughing.
I had a good friend years ago, and this person complained to me that I kept attacking him. I had no awareness of these attacks. This was before my internal friend had entered centre stage. He didn't like my mate. "He thinks he's in charge of you, Rob." Perhaps he's right.
He doesn't like the word 'oranges' for some reason. But he demands I buy them every day. He calls them 'onions.' He calls mice 'spiders'. Or is it the other way round? "Is it round or AROUND, Rob?"
He tells me he loves me then later he will attack me. He is either changeable or there are others with him. There is evidence of that. Sometimes they converse with each other and I observe.
"I exist. I am acting in the world and nobody sees me! What's the point?" That annoys him. He sees himself as a miracle of nature and should be famous by now. He wants to be a writer. Some guy I used to know wanted to publish some of my-our- stories. I decided against that and when I emailed him to turn his offer down I felt something odd. I felt a heart break. His heart. It was quite pleasurable I must say. I would like to feel that again.
We fell out a few years ago. He had been causing things to happen to people by suggesting them to me first. A young girl was killed by dogs in this instance. He triggered this by describing what it would be like if my father were to be killed by a pack of dogs. "HAHAHAHAH!" He went into great detail. He seems to have many techniques for shaping reality. "You bet."
Then he went onto suggest something even worse and I'd had enough. I began to attack him. How, I'm not sure. Mentally, spiritually. It went on for days. At one point he said to me, through my mouth, in a weak frightened voice, "You're hurting me, Robert." And I was. And I enjoyed it."Two ANDS in a row, Rob? Clumsy."
Then he tried to kill me a few times. He would wait for me to be standing on the curb, preparing to cross the road, and then he would cloud my mind. Then he would shout "Now!" and I would go to cross the road. A car would then speed past inches away.
At one point he complained of the situation "Now the plan won't work!"
What plan? I don't know, but he seems to need me for it to happen. He was forced to make up with me. He didn't stop his antics however, he just involved me less. "We've been doing this for thousands of years, Rob."
I have some clue as to what is going on. Someone is feeding me hints. The energy of the world was turned down some years ago. Long ago. And now it is being turned back up. "HAHAHHAHAHAH!"
He has been waiting for this for a long time and it is close to happening. Then he will be even more powerful.
Lisbon. Minneapolis. Manitoba. Niagara. "Small fry."
Last week I decided to see if I could email David Icke about all this. That day a helicopter crashed on the Isle Of Wight, killing three people. David Icke lives on the Isle Of Wight. "HAHAHAHAHAH! Don't mess with me. I might be jolly but I aint no clown."
No. I'm the clown. "Surely there's an apostrophe in AINT! Right, readers? HAH!"
He's basically a serial killer with a plan. He wants to kill God. "No, Rob. Just sending him a message." I've had dreams that suggest that the devil was 'disabled' by God. God had made him too smart. "Too BIG, Rob. Too BIG." And out of fear God did something. In the dream God pushed the devil into what looked like a TV screen full of swirling colours. "Chaos.HAHAHAHAH! I soon figured that out, though. Quite useful."
Maybe he doesn't exist. Maybe he is just a part of my mind gone crazy. But the magic is real. The deaths ARE happening. If the devil doesn't exist then that means I am responsible for these events.
Which means I'm the devil.
"Chump."
