When I was a kid, a “friend” who I smoked cigarettes with (maybe once a week behind the school) gave me a pcp/lsd laced cigarette as a “joke”. I woke up on my couch (somehow ended up home), still “tripping” and saw an angel hovering over me. It looked like a warrior holding a sword standing guard. It was pure light, but angry. I know I was still “tripping” or hallucinating (who knows) but I had the image inked on my shoulder.
I didn’t feel “violated”, but I still beat the shit out of my “friend” the next day. Because wtf.
Reminds me of a friend in military, he went to prison because he beat a dude to death with a hotel shower head for giving him a roofie in Seattle bar.. and he definitely knew he was violated. Seems justified but that’s the system we are in.
They don't work like that. Neither do demons. If they do you're nuts. Because there are emphatically not those angels flying over your pastie head. Like at the end of the Northman. That ending sucked. They change. Like the freaking matrix. Somebody doing a good deed when you least expect it. Somebody evil crossing your path. These people don't even know what they've become. But they change. Often changing outside of their nature, or maybe they're just put there by some other divine construct, at times when you've least expected it.
Perhaps they are, never find out. Demons I've fought. Psychos switching for no reason like crackheads, but they aren't, they're literally possessed like in the exorcist, and for no reason. They change into something demonic, black eyes, dark as coals, malignant, black hearts, pure evil and rage. A change runs through to such degrees, it's irrational, anger so dumfounding, and timing ominous. Intent just to cause harm, hurt, or judgement, because you let them in by karma, or perhaps punishment. They don't know why they do it either, because for them it's back to being normal. It's happened lots, for no reason, just to test you, or hurt you, and muck up your day to hell. What did you do, nothing. Nothing. No, you wrote some shit on the Internet, you thought some shit. Next you've encountered a demon. Where else did they come from? Although something caused them to turn, something unmistakably inhumane. There are also people completely possessed, literal demons, it has taken over their nature, they let them in, and they're only evil.
An angel saved my life once or some bullshit, the odds were millions to 1. 1 person in a city of 11 million would be back on my path at that point, seen them once before over 10 miles away. Then right then. How. Either cameras. Followed. No. Or who knows. But. It happens. Who knows what they were, never found out. They tried to claim they were. But it would've been like meeting John Constantine. They were an asshole, arrogant, annoying, listen to what. Noise. A difference when they did, because they needed too. Why there when you least expect it. How out of all that probability right then, it would've had to be something cosmic, or to them some other penance. After, they were full of it, bullshit. Who knows. Noise. It's probably happened a few more times, unmistakably. So profound, you can cut right through the background, a bunch of other npcs, and for once it makes sense. But it doesn't. Another flip of the coin. A gateway. Recompense, remittance.
Conduits, they channel something, some kind of programming. The timing is unmistakable. Perhaps there are those who can walk between dimensions, but it's often not the people you encounter, or why you do. It just doesn't work like that.
What are you seeing. Why.
You never asked a question, specifically. I don't have that answer, nobody does. What do you see and why do you see it. Why does it occur when it does. Fate. Perhaps.
But do you believe a topic where there's the guardian angels. Or is it some other cosmic timing. A random stranger claiming to be Gabriel because they saved your life. Not saying. I dont need your judgement. Or the hell a demon sent you through, all because you crossed paths, and let them get infront of you. No, what?
Americans need their movies. I need common sense. There isn't any. It's a paradox. Where by rationality was there cameras, there were, but any dispatch was off, why would they care. They don't. How did 1 person in about a city of 11 million, a chance occurrence, seen once or twice, a few weeks prior over 10 miles away, cross my path again when they needed too. They claimed they were Gabriel, Michael, or some bullshit. I learned something from them, not because they showed me it by listening, I couldn't, didn't relate, but because it was fate, later choices. A paradox. I might have been being followed then, not getting into it. No, point. It would be an assumption. Not saying. This person wasn't, it would mean a network like in Hot Fuzz, no, that's some flying squad shit. I am unimportant to them. It was supposedly random. So random I've seen them again, but it wasn't them, just another npc, strikingly similar after the last time I did this, put it down on paper, denying what occurred, that cocky nod, that stare where it's like reading somebody else thoughts and them seeing right into yours. They knew why they crossed my path. They know you know. But you don't, you can't. Belief. They know you do. What if you just conjured it. If they simply changed then, helping when you needed it, and because you wouldn't have listened to anybody else. Their mission was done. But it wasn't no flying harpy, nephilm, because they don't exist.
I am vague, read it how you like.
But there are those people who follow you about, judging you, and fucking you up, all because you offered an opinion. Or by chance selected their wanton services. All they want to do is rob, or con you. Plenty of them today. World full of it. All you can do is treat them equally. Do you get it back, no never. You pay in blood and sweat. But you only get their mockery. They're better because they have the means to fuck you up. Until you think what was that point. Hell on Earth.
thanks for commenting, it’s appreciated. Much of it sounded honest. btw I know I’m nuts.
No such thing, asking. It just sounded like you watched some shit, took some shit, presto. Besides I make stuff up as I go along. It's called adding into a topic.
I don't know what you hallincinated. But it was probably that.
In experience if there are these entities it's because people became conduits. They didn't know what they did, when they did when they did it. Demonically however there are people who are just wrong, nothing will make them right, like they're possessed. Except psychology will confirm it's because of trauma, and because it's the only experience they got. I just don't understand their timing, why they test you when they do, what can you do about it. Why normal people flip to such degrees they're overcome by irrationality, and their eyes turn black, and their rage consumes them. What did you do, cross their stupid path. Same as a good deed from somebody showing kindness, compassion, or mercy. Conduits.
Of course the American dream, all that bullshit, needs the aliens, and crytids. It's easier just to make up the bullshit to get paid. If there are those parrelels, I am skeptical, utterly skeptical. There is a connection, what it means, the hell knows, because today there are also those who profit off your misfortune, and simply mock your existence. They better themselves at your expense, and go out of their way to menace.
It's more than that. It's some kind of karma, or force, or dunno. Conduits. Something. They hit your path. You're just doing your shit. Same day in, day out. Did you bring it on to yourself. But next there's that psycho. Not the kind who walk into your shop with a glock, or the crackheads out to rob you, not the ones you're wary of. More, like, everyday road rage. Irrationality of such staggering proportions, it's unexplained. Like something flipped a switch, triggering them. They turn, momentarily, like they're possessed. What we're they thinking, never seen anything like it. What caused it. Why did it cross your path. Sure you probably caused it, wrong choice of words, wrong thoughts, wrong karma. What made them rage? Yes and obviously there is real evil, like you described. Where that glock walks into your shop. But this is different. It's a force. A force that can you even dispel, or did you welcome it. What caused it?
At the same time there's goodness. It hits you when you're on your last prayers, and sometimes when you need it too.
Real evil welcomes some kind of demon in. Like you said in the folklore. Drink, drugs, killing, power, name that sin. Then it consumes them. It feeds on them. It strikes them down, but not before they've poisoned the well. Not before they've caused harm too others. Those others did they welcome it? No what. That force. That karma. What. Simple depravity. An unexplained, earthquake. A force of nature? Human or otherwise.
So are there the angels and demons, or a much simpler explanation?
Simply causality. Life's mystery. You won't escape the maze.