So because of the constant encouragement of the Antichrist entities around me (who had thus been assuming a Luciferic encouraging role for years), I started throwing more and more of my anger into the contact, even though I was very afraid that they were going to kill me if I did so once in real life. The times when I had heeded the threat of these entities and spoken out through my website, and not straight into their faces, had saved me. But now I was getting more and more daring to express it in their faces as well. But it was still very rough. And this very roughness caused them to openly damage people in the outside world. Before it would turn around and I would start to experience it in a more controlled way, several things happened in my environment that for sure had to do with me. Indirectly. In any case, I was meant to see them happen:
A neighbor of my sister’s was beaten up while he was in his own house, along with a man and a woman present in his house. The woman died as a result of her injuries. My sister had heard the neighbor groaning, and had called the emergency services. (See my article Violent crime at my taken over sister’s neighbors’ place). I just knew for sure that people had been taken over and that there was more behind it. It also happened exactly on Pentecost, the time when the Holy Spirit is poured out on the people. So it could have been a way of these Antichrist entities to to bring the neighbor to repentance, but maybe it was even to scare me and perhaps other people in the neighborhood, so that they turn even further inward, because that is always the intention. A few weeks after these terrible events, my taken over sister was hit by a car and her car was total loss. (See my article Taken over sister gets hit by a car! No coincidence!). So suffering also came into the path of taken over people, and I got an incredibly paternal feeling about me, to protect everyone, including taken over people. It occurred to me again how people can come to repentance through experiencing suffering, and that it is necessary to experience pain in your life so that you can learn and grow from it. My understanding went further and further, and I was able to extend it to the point where I could even understand genocide. At a time when a people don’t want to learn, and keep getting bogged down in the same mistakes, then there has to be a tough teacher to stop it. Because if you know how mistakes can be passed on from generation to generation, then you can’t just let that happen, if you oversee what happens in the world, as a God would. Then the Great Plan, working toward love and freedom, is compromised. Yet it felt like I was going to condone evil, and that was the moment when I was reawakened, and I started trying to take a little more of a stand against evil again. I wanted nothing to do with the hard teachers, but I wanted to try to be the soft teacher to people as much as possible, and give them a glimpse of how the evil forces work. Because whoever listens to the soft teachers, the hard teachers really won’t get in their way. So that is why it is important to give the soft teachers as much space as possible. It is then up to people to take this seriously or not, but remember that there is always a price to pay if you don’t take it seriously.
These violent events were not the only thing that happened. If I really wanted to become independent and as strong as possible, I also had to let go of the mental health facility. The staff of the mental health facility knew this, of course, and when the time came that I was ready to go ahead on my own, they had my therapist call me. He said he happened to have just seen that I had mentioned him in that article I had written. He played that he was very angry. And he would file libel charges if I didn’t take it offline. (See my article Treatment terminated after threat to report libel). The mental health facility would support him in that report and would also report libel themselves. So the truth was not to be told. He said it would destroy him, that other people would choose not to be treated by him, and that he would lose income and his reputation would be damaged. That’s what narcissists always bitch about when you tell the truth about them in public. But yes, reputation damage is a bit of a risk when you are engaged as he is in such nefarious practices, where you and your fellow Antichrist entities take over people to exert influence over vulnerably people with souls. Still, I took his name offline, because I wasn’t strong enough to endure the pressure of a trial, so I had no choice, though I know the right course of action is to just leave my claims up, and answer to the judges in court, and further bring out the truth that way as well.
Psychologically, these violent events did make me a lot stronger. I don’t crawl into my shell anymore, and slowly I can express myself with more and more confidence. When things happen, I immediately write an article, sharing too much about myself, so in that respect I am completely naked, but this also protects me. Even though I was angry on a regular basis and again dealt with an awful lot of grief, I always kept asking myself, “what do they want to teach me with this?” and this ensures that I always got through the difficult moments.
