Illiterate gastropod.
Entities don’t want us to talk about them. But if we must talk about them, they want to dictate the terms, the feeling and the flavor, and most of all the outcome, of the discussion.
Talk is cheap; the devil’s currency is lingo. Do you really think those are your thoughts you are thinking?
We are literally swimming in a sea of entities, good, bad, and ugly. They move around us and through us, in us and as us.
What concern us here are the entities that do not belong there: the ones we made silent, invisible, and long-forgotten pacts with. The ones we signed our lives over to, as billions of people are currently signing over their blood and bodies to a corporate medical agenda that promises the opposite of what it actually delivers (health and wholeness).
When our conception, birth, and childhood all went wrong, when the natural, healthy, and essential forms of human support failed to be there and were replaced by unnatural, unhealthy, and inessential forms of sabotage, that’s when the entities stepped in, and offered up an alternate support network.
Our imaginary friends provided very real forms of comfort, starting with our very identities. Like a wire mesh chicken coop, a latticework of sentient parasitical entities, cuckoos looking for a nest and a host, to extend hungry tentacles of influence into the biological realm.
The dark satanic entities of this sort are like razor-thin wedges that insinuate themselves, insidiously and hideously, between the cells of our bodies. They nest between us and our life force, between our body and our soul, between parents and children, brothers and sisters, man and wife.
Like splinters that becomes hooks and levers, they slide into the cracks of an unformed communal body, preventing the weaving of the divine with the material that is very the purpose of Creation. This both allows, and creates the demand, for a counterfeit, satanic, anti-communal body.
Nature abhors a vacuum; and where two or three are gathered and Christ can’t gain access, Satan is more than happy to pick up that slack.
This is the most essential thing to know, and the most urgent work to do, in 2022.
All the ways in which we are not ourselves and are unable to be ourselves.
This includes especially the tricks we have learned to be something other than ourselves and not even realize or remember.
Mission creep has led us into enemy territory, where we have been so thoroughly brainwashed that we have become our own worst enemy. Our passions, powers, perks and privileges, have all been bestowed upon us illegitimately, as part of a formative pact with entities that got us out of the desert of the real, and into a “metaverse” of make-believe meanings, and phony fingers pointing at mirage moons.
My own dilemma is suitably “meta”: how can I write about entities, when my writing skills are part of a package of entity-gained spoils of internal self-conquest—siddhis that seduced a sad son of a soused stuck-writer, by serving up a satanic simulation of soul-satisfaction?
Where there is no father’s blessing, we are all suckers for succubae.
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What prompted this newsletter is the new, intensified focus in the Dave Oshana meetings on the question of where we end and where the entities begin. In fact, I had already begun delving into demonsville earlier last year, via my interest in exploring the work of Rudolf Steiner, with a particular emphasis on his teachings about the influences of the dead and spirits of darkness. (Links below; expect more to come.)
Unlike Dave, I have always been fascinated by these dark materials. And no doubt talked of them beyond my station. Or, if I did have a degree of authority with which to talk of them, it was an authority given me by the entities themselves—making me—literally, though not always wittingly—a PR agent for Lucifer! D’oh!
If nothing else, ironically, this genuinely qualifies me to speak of such things now. I know, as well as Adam, the seduction methods of demons, dragons, and fallen angels. I know exactly what they offer and what seems to be in it for us. And I know the prices we pay for falling for the oldest seduction game in town.
(If you missed this, and/or are interested in brushing up on the JaHovian journey through the land of the flyers, see links below.)
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I am currently presented with a timely challenge and possible temptation—to write or not to write. That is the question! Whether it is nobler in the mind, bla bla.
https://landmademan.com/lets-talk-about-entities