This blog is just like an episode of Days of Our Lives or General Hospital or any other soap opera in one, very significant way: if you’re new, you can’t just watch one episode (or read one post) and get what all the stories are about; and, even if you get the gist of them, you lack the requisite history for really appreciating the episode the way longtime viewers do.
Like soap opera stories, each post is but one thread in a large tapestry. I help you get up to speed by including hyperlinks to other, related posts where applicable throughout each post. Follow them. It’s so worth it.
What if I told you this about the demonic plague: my high is the connection, not yours or anything else you do or anything else about you. You may be powerful during periods of high demonic activity; but, those periods are mine to control. I can take away everything from you by simply obeying the law and taking care of my health and regarding my personal safety.
It’s impossible for some people to accept, even though I can (and have repeatedly) demonstrate(d) it right before their very eyes; but, what you read about me in Demons, their people continue to exploit, cause suffering via open portals is true: my high connects demon people (humans) to their “friends and partners” on the other side (i.e., demonic allies), and is what makes demonic weapons dischargeable on Earth. That’s not all it does; but, it for sure does that. By contrast, my sobriety closes that door, effectively cutting the Army of Darkness in half, and eliminating its strength by preventing its weapons from operating and otherwise establishing and maintaining a presence in this realm (or dimension or whatever the heck you call it).
NOTE | Most people involved know this already; it’s been a fact for over a decade. If you don’t, you might want to consider paying more attention to what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. Duh. Anyway, for those who know, the reluctance to accept this fact stems from jealousy (like I wanted this problem with my high).
A blockade is an intentional abstention from crystal methamphetamine with the sole purpose of stopping the enemy dead in its tracks, which is, in fact, what happens, every time; it’s only my high that does that, and nobody can take that away from me or work in any way, shape or form around it [see Desperate demon people make desperate maneuvers]. There is no other to take my place.
If I die, the Door (as I am referred to) will shut forever; while I am alive, there’s still a possibility that it could open, but that is up to me and my addiction. These are the cold, hard facts for a people with a world-wide agenda that depends on an open door.
While there were certainly consequences to getting high around demons [see Your iPhone or your life?; see also Christians, victims reeling from demonic activity aftershock], staying sober is supposed to come with its own, too [see Hospitalized by demonic retaliatory strike for power blockade; see also Demons/people rail against power blockade]. I elude vaguely to the latest of these in the following email to my grandmother last week:
But, feigned ignorance isn’t just limited to grandma; everybody—even the victims—do the same. And, let me tell you: it’s embarrassing watching people pretend they don’t know when, even while the first-ever crystal methamphetamine-related post to this blog, which is nearly five years old, is still one of the most popular posts to it, as is the search term crystal [see Blog search term data shows no end to Googlers’ obsession with penis, drugs]:
|The first-ever crystal meth-related blog post remains one of the most popular, even five years after it was written|