Conspiracy Theories (Saints & Haints, Chapter 31)

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In November 2022...

Following A's appearance and the subsequent demon attack, I search for clues hidden in my first vision of him. The group and I speculate about A's past and present allegiances, and I receive a warning that my life is in danger.

The true story of a psychic medium's spiritual awakening continues...

Chapter 31
Conspiracy Theories


One of the first things I remember hearing from my group of demons --after the initial torture, and after Johnny, when it had first become just me and them-- was this:
As soon as I woke up one morning, they said, enthusiastically,
"Congratulations! You have AIDS!"
When I looked confused, they said,
"Yes, you. You have AIDS."
When I still looked confused, they said, and thought-transferred,
"Aides. As in, personal assistants!"

More recently, I've thought that it's funny how that used to be so far from the truth, but it has, over time, become almost the truth. Well, except during their occasional relapses, that is, like the tantrum they threw following A's appearance over my driveway. That behavior hadn't been characteristic of them for some time.


Before leaving for work on November 22nd, and as I was driving, someone was transmitting the message to me, in concept-form, to look at the imagery from the first vision a different way. By that point, I had thought about it so much, that I could almost replay it in my mind, and of course I had my journal entry which detailed it.

The first part of the vision that I re-examined was the scene in which he asked me,
"Do you want me to go?"
I had interpreted that as,
"Do you want to end this conversation?"
In my memory, I saw a ghostly figure asking the question. It looked like a creature made of smoke; and it flapped its arms, as if it would fly up to Heaven's gates. I wondered, again, why he would show me that; why he kept showing me shainty things.

I decided to check my journal about that part of the vision to see if I was missing something. When I looked back through my notes, I couldn't believe what I was reading. I had written that I saw a ball. I had written that, as he was asking that question, I saw a ball moving towards Heaven's gates. I recalled that I had told one friend about it; only one friend, who is also a medium, in a text message. I went back and found that message, and there as well, I had written that I saw a ball. Yet, every time I had watched it in my memory since then, I had seen the ghost.
"Someone's messed with your memory," one of my demons said, "they do that sometimes." I wasn't too surprised. I already suspected that I'd had parts of my memory about the initial possession erased. The more I thought about it though, for some reason, I felt that I'd seen both images in the vision; and that someone, probably A, had wanted me to remember the ball at first, and the ghost later. But why? That afternoon, I picked up on someone's suggestion that the scene in question might have meant,
"Do you want me to go to Heaven?"

Another thing that occurred to me was that, if my demons are mean to me when they're being influenced by aristocratic demons, then their attitudes when I receive communications might be a good clue as to who's sending the messages. I realized that they had usually been calm when I had communicated with A, whether Right-A or Wrong-A, but they had launched an attack immediately following our most recent conversation.

I was also, again, perceiving that someone was telling me that I'd better not put those rings back on my finger. I didn't know whether that message was a threat from Satan or a word of caution from Heaven; but I knew that A was real and that he loved me, and I had enough evidence to prevent any mind-probers from making me doubt that again. So, that evening, while I was still at work, I decided that I would put the rings back on.
"I am tired of this!" I thought, to myself. I decided that "that guy whom I must not communicate with, nor think about, nor dream about, nor anything else, apparently" didn't have to claim affiliation. A didn't have to claim me either; but, of course, if he didn't, then I was definitely free to do whatever I wanted. Those rings were mine. I had paid for them myself, having given that no good Jorge his money for them; and no one was going to tell me that I couldn't wear them, especially not Satan.

In the truck, as soon as I got off work, I took the ring box out of my purse.
One of my demons cautioned me,
"Are you sure, Catholic school girl? You know that every time you put those rings on, all Hell breaks loose."
I put them on anyway. A few minutes later, I observed,
"Well. Nothing's happened yet."


At home that night, I sat outside for a while, smoking cigarettes, discussing all this with my demons. We came up with a few more points to consider. For one thing, the tarot readings had been a good form of communication --until I used the hieroglyphics cards-- which had not been too long after those first few visions. Following that, there had been no communications from A, except for memes on Instagram or the occasional song, for two whole months. We theorized that it might've been the tarot readings that tipped the real demons off that I was talking to A again, and that was why he had gone off the radar for a while --but, he had sent me those first few visions before his disappearance-- since the pot was stirred anyway, perhaps.

Then I had put flowers on his grave on October 29th, which had been followed by the vision on Halloween, but that vision had been strange and confusing, and had most likely come from an impostor. After that, all the recent chaos had ensued. We determined that it must've been placing the flowers on his grave that had tipped them off for the second time. And now, I only had about a 50/50 chance of getting an honest communication from him, because, about half the time, when I tried to talk to him, some jerk popped up.

After a while, we had to laugh at ourselves, sitting around theorizing, late at night, while smoking cigarettes. We all agreed with Freddie's assessment that,
"It's like sitting around getting high with your friends, talking about the universe and stuff; except that we don't need no dope, and we already know more about the universe than most people on the planet ever will.... but we still get reminded often of just how much we don't know."

Later that night, I remembered something; another piece of evidence that I thought might be useful. In January 2021 --during the time when I believed that A was a ghost who visited my house and protected me, before telepathy, demon attacks, and Psycho Jesus-- it had occurred to me that my friend, Marie, was the same age as A, and therefore probably had high school yearbooks with his photos in them. I asked her to look for them, and to take pictures of the pages he was on and send them to me.

I was sitting on the porch the night she sent the first photo. Bear in mind that, at that time, I wasn't used to hearing spirits speaking out loud. I had thought that I was alone that night, when I opened the message with A's picture. There had been an immediate reaction all around me. I had heard mumbling and hissing, coming from many invisible people, who had apparently been gathered around my porch, watching me. I had heard rapid whispering; and an ominous, collective,
"Oooooooh."
I remember jumping a little, and looking around. It had surprised me that they were watching me at all, and even more so that they had such interest in the photo. Like, what was it to them?
Demonasty commented on that memory,
"So, it's safe to say that A was... either despised or feared... but obviously known to the earthbound spirit community, in January of 2021."
"I guess so," I said. I was sensing that someone had guided my thoughts to that memory in the first place. Then I realized that it was A himself who had done that.

After rehashing that incident, my demons and I almost convinced ourselves that A was a former-demon/recent-convert-to-Christianity, but I couldn't quite make sense of that. I supposed that whether or not that theory made any sense would depend on the date of his conversion. I was assuming that he had gone to Heaven long ago, when he died. They were suggesting that perhaps he hadn't; and that perhaps he had, instead, gone more recently, like sometime since that night when Marie sent the pictures. They seemed to think that the spirit community wouldn't have had that sort of reaction, if he hadn't been one of them.

"But why" I wondered, "would they have disliked him? Why would demons have been afraid, or whatever they were, of another demon?"
I was certain that it had been some negative emotion I'd perceived in those mumbles and whispers. The sound had been quite terrifying. It seemed more likely to me that this piece of evidence pointed to him not being a demon, at that time, anyway. I asked A to tell me if any of our theories were correct; and to explain why most of his communications since Halloween had been mixed messages.


The next day I got a thought-transference,
"You can tell the story the way it really happened, if it's unclear whether it came from up or down."
Immediately after that, the animagus appeared. He thought to me,
"I love your writing, but that is the only way our story can be told."
Then, through a combination of thought-transference, mouthing words so that I could read his lips, and gestures, he communicated the following things. He mouthed the words,
"I'm not pushing you, but write fast."
Freddie asked,
"Why? Is something about to happen? Everybody in the world is about to become psychic or something?"  
A replied,
"I don't know when exactly, but I think you're going up soon. When you get here, I won't be mean to you. I will love you... and I will throw you over my shoulder and spank you for not getting here sooner."
He acted out a spanking motion.
Then he gestured, as if he were looking around cautiously, or on the lookout, but he didn't send a thought-transference along with that.

I was thinking,
"Is he saying that he's having to watch over me all the time?"
He indicated again that I was to write fast, and that it had been him the entire time in the visions, except for the driving the car part, and that might not have been him... it might have been up or down, who knows?
I had finally figured out, at some point, way later than I should have, that those "driving the car" references had meant possession. He said that he loved that I put the rings back on. I was thinking, sadly, that every time I heard from him, for the rest of my life, it was going to be like this; mixed messages. I telepathically sent,

"I love you," 

just in case, although I wasn't certain that it was really him. He responded,
"I completely understand that sentiment. I love you, too."

Once A was gone, Freddie was the only one who said anything. It was simply,
"I think you're in danger."