Words are our Best Weapon Against the Lies of History (Truth in the Root of the Word).
There are Perverse Demonic Soulless energies on this planet, that don’t want you to become aware of them. And if you haven’t guess it by now, they don’t like me very much…GOOD!
In 2009 I became aware of these entities. More accurately, they became aware of me. I was a practicing Buddhist, and had very little interest in “worldly affairs”, but could not help noticing something was happening.
The city I lived in appeared to be a Test Market for something. The homeless people that I customarily spoke to, begin wearing new clothes. So new in fact you could see the crease marks. I would see them in Starbucks, and other coffee houses with new iPhone, or Apple computer. But that still wasn’t the only strange thing.
Since I was the only American in a Taiwanese Buddhist Temple, I was frequently asked to speak to visitors that had questions on Buddhism.
Generally, there would be an influx of college students at the Temple (around a particular time of year), who were fulfilling an assignment for their World Religion Course. However this time, these new visitors (of various ages/ backgrounds but mostly middle-age Caucasians) would ask very similar, if not exactly the same questions.
(This is the ring the man had on his hand pictured. I remember it well.
I first tried to take a picture of it but could not capture front too good, soI sketched it, and remembered those strange squiggly lines.) It was he who took pictures of me while we were in our robes during a ceremony. Then he rush out the Temple to give the camera to someone.)
The new visitors questions didn’t seem to relate directly to Buddhism, but mainly to my practice. “How do you practice”, “What do you practice”, “How did you become a Buddhist”, “What time do you practice”, “What time do you wake-up and start your practice”, “How long do you practice”, on and on… And one out of the left field, “What were you like as a child?”
Initially I would answer, thinking it may be helpful to them. But by the tenth or so visitor, I begin to see a pattern. Then I begin to notice similar things about them. Mainly their eyes, and their energy. Their eyes were cold, unmoving (unfeeling), an underlining sense of hostility; and to be in their presence you would get a nasty, queasy feeling, from the gut. Not at all what you would generally experience from a person interested in Buddhism. By the way, the first thing I would tell them, “Buddhism* is not a religion”.
(*Buddhism: It is a spiritual practice dealing with the self; or your idea of a (centralized/ local) Self. Which can take many forms, and depends on the individuals prior experience(s). Ex, if you come from a scientific (quantum physics) background, it will become a science (and answer all your questions). If you come from a religious background, it will become a religious practice (and speak dharma to you). If you come from a philosophical background, it will take on the characteristics of a philosophical doctrine.). I share this with the reader, now. But would hesitate to share it with someone asking initial questions, as most could not comprehend why a girl that looks twelve is speaking like that. I would keep it light and fluffy…’It makes you Happy!’).
New neighbors started moving in all over the city. Computers started having problems, which caused me to use those at libraries, a place these entities seemed to thrive at. These ‘People’ had infiltrated all areas of society, and one thing for sure is they didn’t like me!
I had many internal questions, “Why are they showing me Hitler? I don’t care about him I am not Jewish, am l ? Why do they make such a scene for me? I’m just a little miss nobody”.
(The below picture. At the Library not too far from the Temple.)
[Note: The pictures included were all taken by me (hiding a small camera). I deleted much of the pictures, believing they were”out of focus”. That is until I realized, I, nor this thing I was capturing often times were not moving. Body in focus, but not head.]