Once Upon A Time, I Was Born Onto A Planet Run By Satan And This Planet Was Called, Planet Earth.
Mackenzie wasn't letting go. However, the more I dropped the meditation, trance, channelling, yoga, self hypnosis and altering my conscious connection to the greater cosmic whole etc ... in order to remain in my right mind, and the more I read The Holy Bible the weaker his access appeared to become. When he tried to be nice, it was even more repelling than when he revealed his true nature. Get away from me, I grumbled at him in my own mind, both disappointed and disgusted. "In the name of Jesus," I quickly added out aloud. All through my Aralia Street experience, I could not get rid of the feeling that God's holy angels were somehow involved in allowing this to happen and that Mackenzie & Co. had been given permission. The thought of them all working together for my 'greater good' was something I was simply unable to cope with, on top of my continuing humiliation and complete lack of privacy. The Dragon appeared delighted to let me know likewise, in yet another email subject line:
But Who Was Allowing Them To Have, Or 'Granting' Them This 'Temporary Access'? Was It God? ...
Still Alive Very Tired
It was a long and labourious road home, since I had wandered far over the many years of my soujourn into the world and the spirit world. Sometimes I wanted them all just to get away from me. I wanted it back to how it was before I knew the truth. But the only thing I could do was say, 'Jesus'. I said to Kim from church, "Other Christians have to say 'Jesus' once. But I've had to say 'Jesus' 5000 times." Over a period of weeks, I said 'Jesus' until my throat was hoarse. Then, late one night, as Mackenzie began to shake me and bare his pressure down on me as I lay on my bed, I just gave up on fighting him. It was a cross between losing interest in him, as one would a romantic relationship turned sour and of just giving up the fight through exhaustion. I thought, I have to sleep tonight, I am very tired. If he kills me then he can do it. I immediately fell into a dreamless and deep sleep with no interference or demonic contact. To my suprise I woke up the next morning. I was still alive. My soul was not taken away and destroyed. Mackenzie & Co. appeared to be nowhere near. While I didn't know it at the time, God had stepped in the moment I had given in.
Yet Another Email Sent And Received By Him, To An Address That Didn't Exist And With The Wrong Date.
Until that time I shared my space with Mackenzie who grew weaker and stronger at intervals. Reading my mind, probing my thoughts, studying my actions. He came to me in shapes upon the blacks of my closed eyes. It was the communications of an interdimensional consciousness that was not of human flesh and not of this world. He was intelligent, changeable, deranged, ancient, filled with malice, non-human.
Slowly Gently Letting Go ...
The Dragon was a singing tarantula, extremely intelligent and cunning. He was otherworldly, non-human and he knew all the songs and the history of humanity. He knew my mind. He knew my family history. These beings ran human society, using human conduits to create Satan's Matrix, a sticky web of snares pulling us towards the maw of the abyss. That night, as I fell asleep, they shouted "HEY!" seemingly from outside the window and inside my ears simultaneously. But I was not afraid.
I Would Rather Drink The Bitter Cup Of Truth, Than Sip The Dragon's Syrup, Laced With Arsenic.
I wanted The Dragon to be petty and vicious. It was easier to reject him straight out and without sympathy, when he wasn't feigning niceness, since everything in me, had been trained since infancy, to have sympathy for the fallen ones. The only real victory came, when I suddenly felt disintererst in him and a sense of weariness overcame me, the awful burden of his shaking and pressing down on me was lifted. I believed at the time, that it was lifted by a holy angel of God, who was now watching over me. As for Mack & Co., their hatred was a disappointment, becoming more of an additional hindrance, as I became less afraid, but only under God's protection, was I less afraid of them. [Update 2017: This holy angel of God, was assigned to monitor my every response, to the invitation of freedom, that Jesus Christ had afforded me. It had to be my decision to terminate my relationship with The Dragon. This was not happening, since I still had no idea, that he even existed, believing that any diabolical attack, that I was experiencing, was a result of my brief interaction, with the demon Mackenzie, while I was in Edinburgh. I was frail, like a lily, growing out of season, in a deep wood. God's angels were careful, in how they handled me, since my ability to cope, had already reached its maximum capacity.]
The entire interaction with The Dragon & Co. had sent me into a state of prolonged shock. He was nothing to do with the dark romantic images of fallen angels, vampires and demons portrayed in the movies and on television series. These were all fantasies created by him and his kind, designed for human beings wandering into a world of enchantment. He was a spirit, an orb with a mind, who was trying to possess and destroy me. In his world I would be overwhelmed, his mind obliterating my own.
He would create worlds for me, like he did in my dreams, he would have me walk through landscapes, where he would disguise himself and meet me. Then the torture would begin. He wanted to take me to Hell with him, but I could feel him growing weaker, like a black sun setting over the horizon, he was sinking into his endless night without God. While he had told me, When you die, then I'm the boss, all his plans had been ruined by Jesus over 2000 years ago at Calvary, when God died for us, while we were still fallen and living in sin, unfit for His holy presence, and when He sent His only begotten Son to die in our place. Now they were ruined once again. The spider, the tentacles, the black sun, dropping out of my daylight forever and ever.
The Dragon hovered over my bed, pressing me down and trying to impregnate my mind with his images. But as he lost power, I saw him in his true form as a spirit:
Cocteau Twins - Amelia. The Imagery In This Video Clip Represent The Dragon In His Spirit Form.
This website is part of my personal testimony and has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.
