Spiritual Intrusions : Journal & Misc Writings

Last night as I lie in bed somewhere....someplace between being half-asleep and half-awake this voice this intruder this presence set off shouts in my head like explosions set off shouts in my head like audio-grenades as soon as I was near the point of being asleep another shout would hit me dragging out  this most natural process this process of sleep which humans and many other life forms on this planet require almost like electric audio shock it seems this crafty voice has craftily perfected this  ability to shout create a shout like a psychic detonation create a shout like an audio howitzer create a shout like an ethereal rupture of dimension to make it take longer and longer to fall asleep and perhaps yet only perhaps to escape these astral intrusions ***

It is invisible yet not impossible whatever phenomenon this is or conjoining of phenomenon these devious clever ones the things they tell me the stories.....the claims most clever they are flying under the radar the scientist won't touch this one with a ten foot pole not yet anyway though I suspect that someday they will someday.....some aspect of all of this will be stumbled upon in some big way I can only imagine the news headlines maybe some day personal writings like this may not even seem so strange written in a manner that professes them these clever voices to be the real thing certainly mysterious often horrifying  yet real.....so very real to the one who hears them *** - 4/17/2020

EVP VOICES FROM THE SKY Voices Rained down Shook the ground Psychic percussions Astral shock waves I sat in my chair Feeling myself Drift away from Earth Hades trombones blew out meters Of an open up the ground and sky tune So I thought back then Hypnotized And mind shattering Into fragments For former EVP researcher self Was I for a time Then strafed and hit By audio dive bombing harpies Of Medusa's wind Etheric telegraph lines Fused to my skull Relaying Morse Code in high pitch Inquisition Then at night The deep voice Ground punchers were gone But from upstairs rooms and ceilings Dimensional stalkers Dropped lead weights And pineapple grenades Of audio fragmentation into my ears Here was my warm Spring season Being thrown into pits Of audio coliseums The sport for them was to fragment mind Of this human mortal The artillery was always there Voiced.voiced.voiced Loaded audio shell.voiced phosphorus.... and salt peter...