You Do NOT Have A Friendly Spirit Guide!

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This is sort of a rant. I apologize for the ranting part, but I feel it's important.

Mark, chapter 6, verse 11
(New American Bible Revised Edition)

"Whatever place does not welcome you or listen to you, leave there and shake the dust off your feet in testimony against them."


Shaking the dust off my feet

I guess this is what I'm going to have to start doing. I have touched on this topic before, in my earlier posts regarding psychics, but, alas, it has come up again. No one has a friendly spirit guide --at least not in the sense of someone who talks to them directly. Could you have a guardian angel? Possibly. Could you be guided by the Holy Spirit? Definitely. But, when most people say that they have a friendly spirit guide who helps them through life, or whom is their ghostly companion, or anything like that, they've been deceived. I should know. I was deceived in this way myself.

I keep trying to explain this to people, and they simply do not want to hear it. They do not want to believe it's true. I've been chewed up and spit out multiple times on social media for attempting to enlighten people about this matter. I don't usually care.

Recently, however, there was an instance on Reddit that bothered me. Someone asked,
"Has anyone ever asked a spirit whether or not there's a God?"
I responded,
"They tell me that there is, and that they should have loved Him."
Instant downvotes.
Not that I care about my Reddit "karma", because I know that my real-life karma is in excellent condition. Still, I think that all those downvoters should ask themselves exactly what it was about that statement that they found so offensive? What their responses indicate, from my perspective, is that all those haters read that thread hoping to find some evidence that there is not a God. Well, I guess I'm a bit of a buzzkill for those sorts of people. Still, I can't imagine why that was such an upsetting answer, when the truth --of which I offer testimony-- is by far the better news.

I have been, unwillingly, communicating with demons constantly for nearly seven months now. I know them pretty well. I've been harassed by several; and none of them have ever said that there was not a God. In fact, they have nearly all confirmed, without my asking, that there is one. And yes, one, in fact, did say that I should love them (meaning God) and that he should have as well.

Another instance, which occured recently in a Facebook group, unwittingly offered more confirmation of everything I've been saying about the fact that all the "spirits" who communicate with us are demons. I would screenshot this convo and show you, but I can't legally do that; so I'll retell the story instead. A lady said that she is in her sixties, and has been a medium for years. She asked if anyone could explain to her why her own loved ones had never come through in all that time. Well, I explained it. I got no response from the original poster, and a few random people laughing at me. Of course, I explained to her, as I have here, that they don't talk to us that way. I'm certain of this. Apparently, the lady asking the question had never had any bad experiences, or she would probably have reached the same conclusion.

I, however, have had very bad experiences. Just look at what I've been through this year alone! I, too, have plenty of loved ones who've passed away. I have an aunt, two uncles, a grandmother, two grandfathers, and two great-grandmothers in Heaven; and I can promise you right now that every single one of them would shove Satan's teeth right down his throat if they had the chance! And, those are merely the ancestors I was lucky enough to know in this life; I'm sure there are many more, those who passed before I was born, who would gladly help them out. And yet, none of them have stopped by to say hello. Don't you think they would have, if they could? Don't you think they would have explained some things to me, let me know they're watching out for me, or offered me a comforting word? I know they would have; and the fact that they have not tells me that they don't communicate that way.


Constantly

I may have failed previously to thoroughly express that I do mean constantly. Ever since this started, this ability to hear them telepathically, I have heard a pretty much constant chatter. I mean, its not like I receive one or two messages a day, oh no. It's all day, every day, 24/7, sunrise to sunset, constant chatter chatter chatter. The only times they've been somewhat quieter --which, by that, I mean, actually speaking at a low volume, or speaking less frequently with intervals of silence in between-- is after an exorcism, and occasionally when I first awaken in the morning. At those times, when I first awaken, I sense that they are away, but they somehow know that I'm awake and they hurry back. Other than that, it's incessant. Nonstop. And this has been going on for nearly seven months.

Just now, as I was typing that, I was thinking,
"It really is a miracle that I'm not crazy --what with all of that, and sleep deprivation on top of it."
Demon replied (as he/they always do, to every single thought),
"Yeah, you should have been batshit crazy a long time ago; but you are not. And that is why Satan thinks you might be you-know-who-humans' Christmas present."
You-know-who-humans is a term they sometimes use for God.

Anyway, I stress that this is constant, because most demonologists, exorcists, or anyone else who knows anything about this stuff, advise to cease all communication with demons. Well, wouldn't it be nice to have that option?
I'm not contacting them. They're contacting me. I can't stop listening, because it's not as if I have to listen hard to hear it. Besides, most of the communication is telepathic. I can't stop thinking. I can't turn my brain off. I'm certain that this has been a huge complication in my deliverance process. I'm also certain that living alone has been a huge factor. When I'm around others, they're quieter. It's not that I notice it less; they're actually quieter. It's as if they're listening to the conversation. When I'm around others,  they chime in every now and then, but it's not nearly as incessant. As soon as I'm alone again, they start again with the jabber jabber jabber; usually commenting on the conversation I just had with another human.

Additionally, the fact that most people who are knowledgeable about this topic suggest ceasing communication, suggests to me that most people do have that option. What has happened to me is not something that happens to very many people, that's for sure. Something similar does appear to happen more often than I originally thought, however. I have run across the stories of several redditors who mention something similar. I'm thinking that, with them, it's probably not as constant; but it's similar. But, they seem to not know what it is, or to be convinced that it's a friendly spirit guide, or possibly that it's some other "spirit attachment" (but not a demon, oh no, of course not). So... we're back to square one.


A Sincere Thank You

Has someone who reads this been praying for me? If so, I sincerely thank you, and I want you to know that it's helped. I've noticed a pattern. Frequently, after I make a post, I experience more sinister and severe attacks. Then, after that, usually a few days after I've made the post, things calm down for a while. There have been a few instances where I've slept exceptionally well at night; which is a rare treat these days, because the demons often try to keep me awake. The mornings after those nights, I awaken actually feeling refreshed, and musing about how I slept so unusually well; almost as if I'd been knocked out, or placed in a temporary coma. At least that's how I imagine I'd feel if that were the case. On those mornings, I'll quickly notice that the demons are subdued; much the way they are after an exorcism. It's as if something took place while I was sleeping.


These are your "friendly spirit guides"

Now let me tell you a little story about how things have been around here lately.

I have never had a demon to tell me that there is not a God, but the other night, one tried to convince me that there's no Saint Michael. The demon said that Saint Michael was made up by the Catholic church, and making up that story was "one of the biggest ruses the Catholic church ever pulled."
I said,
"You're lying."
The demon then conceded that he had been lying about that, but he went on to say that Saint Michael is a fallen angel.
I laughed, and said, out loud (with my telepathic intentions focused on calling Saint Michael)
"Oh, really? Wow. Demons are saying that Saint Michael is a fallen angel!"
The demon responded,
"Well, where is he? Why is he not showing up?"
They kept on blabbering about that for a while. I ignored them as much as possible.
Finally I said,
"I am going to ask my patron Saint, Saint Michael, if I can light your pyres myself, just as soon as I see him!"
Then I rebuked the demons, sprinkled Holy water in every room, and burned some frankincense.
They kept on for a while, but at a lower volume.

Demons have been attacking me in the evenings when I start to feed my pets, for a long time now. They say that they attack me for doing beautiful things. I mentioned previously that my dog, Daisy, is terminally ill. Well, they've been attacking me even moreso recently because I've had even more care-giving to do. Usually, by attacks, I mean mental assaults. They think terrible things to me, in words, images, or both. There is sometimes a hammering feeling in my head, and I know they're trying to give me a headache. Other times, they try to be creepy. Occasionally, they still touch me, or jerk my body to let me know they're "in" me.

One night, I laid down on the floor beside Daisy, intending to sleep beside her because she was feeling bad. As soon as I laid down and got comfortable, I was kicked. It was very similar to the kick I received the first time I made contact on my own. It wasn't hard enough to hurt; but it felt real enough, as if a living person had kicked me. I heard a voice, out loud, say,
"... hate animals!"
I said,
"Go to Hell."
Then I started hearing voices coming through my monitor heater, and my other dog started barking.
The demons said,
"Maybe you should get up and do an exorcism..."
I said,
"No. Fuck you. You can jibber-jabber all night. I don't give a damn. It's all you can do. Go to Hell!"
They simmered down somewhat. I got to sleep anyway.

Another night, Daisy was having trouble breathing. She's been periodically having these episodes of labored breathing, and she lays on her side, and licks her lips as if she's thirsty; yet, she won't raise her head up and drink, and she'll get mad at me if I try to syringe water into her mouth. She'll have good days, with long periods of energy in between; but during a few of these bad times, I've truly thought it might be the end. On one of these nights, I was kneeling beside her on the floor, petting her, praying,
"Heavenly Father,
Please heal my baby. Please. That is my wish. But, actually, I want you to honor her wishes; so if she wants to stay with me, then please heal her, but if she's ready to go, then please at least ease her pain. Please ease her pain either way. Please, Heavenly Father. She's innocent. She's never been anything but beautiful. I don't think she deserves to suffer...
Please, Heavenly Father, if it be thy will.
Amen."

I don't think any demons actually interrupted my prayer, but as soon as I'd finished, one of them said,
"Cut your breasts off, and they might save her! Cut your breasts off! Cut your breasts off, and they might save her! The years you wasted. The years you wasted. Cut your breasts off!"

Later, one of them clarified that statement, telling me,
"What he was saying was, 'The years you wasted tasted beautiful to Satan.'"

I knew what "the years you wasted" was referring to. They meant that I regret not getting to spend more time with her during the years I slaved at a factory or some other shit-for-pay job, all while I was trying to work my way through college, in an attempt to climb out of poverty in Appalachia. It's not my fault; but I regret that it happened that way.

But fucking shit cunt demons were trying to make me feel bad for that. They were trying to ruin what might have been my final moments on this Earth with Daisy. "Cut your breasts off!" Does that sound like anything God would order?
You see, some people are under the impression that demons work for God, that they're allowed to torment us in these ways. I'm not so sure. Does that really sound like something that the loving God who sent His Son to die for us would order? For me? When there are plenty of people out there who actually deserve that kind of treatment, but I clearly don't. I'm not sure it's that way. If it is, it's only that way so that I can bring you this example of exactly how evil these pieces of shit really are.

But, regardless of all that...

These are your "friendly spirit guides"!
If you would stop thinking they're so awesome, you'd see very quickly how ugly they really are!


Daisy enjoys visiting that abandoned church in our town; the one I went to when I first wanted to see what would happen if I entered consecrated ground. She loves it there. She never wants to get back in the truck to leave. We went there one day earlier in the week, and I prayed for over an hour, while she took a nap. I had a long prayer list, with some people on it, but the bulk of it was animals who'd been abused. I donate, when I can, to several animal rescue organizations; and therefore my email and social media accounts are always full of pleas for donations for the medical care of some animal that's been cruelly abused by humans. These stories will break your heart, if you have one. They'll really make you think that this must be Hell.

So, I prayed for all of those people, and all of those animals, and all the people caring for them. When I'd gone through the list, I said,
"Heavenly Father,
I am grateful for so many things. I am grateful for Daisy, and for this time with her. I am grateful for all my babies, the ones I still have, and the ones who are with you. I am grateful for my home, grateful for this place, and grateful for this beautiful view.
But, Heavenly Father,
When I read about these things, all these things I just prayed about, sometimes I can't help thinking that this is Satan's science project. I can't help wondering,
'What kind of place is this?'
Heavenly Father, I ask you to please punish the evil behind these evil acts. Punish the living and the dead evil. Cast them out! And bless the people who are doing good works. Restore the balance!
If it be thy will, Amen."

They were a little quieter for the rest of the day, and into the next day. One of the "nicer-seeming" ones said,
"Yeah, this is Hell... for you. That's one way you could look at it. Because this is as bad as it gets for the just, you could say that this is Hell. But this is Heaven for the wicked; because, for them, this is the best place they will ever know."
You really don't even want to mess with the "nicer" ones, though, if you have that option. Yes, some of them have made me laugh; but bear in mind two things:

1) I don't have the option not to communicate with them, and

2) They're all "Satan's bitches." They've told me that themselves.

When I say that they were quieter, this time, at least, I mean that they whispered. They can even "whisper" telepathically. That also sucks, but it's easier to ignore. Still, the next day, one of them was whispering something about,
"...that cottonmouth bitch..."
while simultaneously sending me an image of Daisy lying on the floor licking her lips as if she was thirsty.

So, once again...

These are your "friendly spirit guides"!
If you would stop thinking they're so awesome, you'd see very quickly how ugly they really are!

I swear, it's like, some people... you could drill a hole in their head and pour the truth into it, and they'd just go and siphon it right the fuck back out.
All I can say is, anyone who doesn't believe me is going to find out for themselves soon enough.