You cannot hide from this fact

EPL—INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

I only wanted to sleep; I needed it badly. But it used invasive thoughts with ease of access through anxiety and bioelectric interference. It does not seem to take on bad karma from disrupting anyone's life here on the other side, if that's what this is?

I have taken this thing on and found myself in actual soul-sucking peril, so I can tell you that there is no immediate advocacy, no band of angelic heroes there to protect you or me or anybody.

I believe that this is the reality of life, death, and disclosure—see it, acknowledge this, and listen to this so that we may find a solution here.

And yes, Principles are at the root, the heart of personal soul development, and this much I can tell you with total confidence is quite real. Also, energy building and drawing in energy seem to be at the center, leading one to speculate about terms like loosh and what this may actually imply?

It wants to be felt, remembered, and written about. The ultra-penetrating buzzing—a feeling of cymatic, cancerous, cell-inducing horror—strictly enforces that I personally override autocorrect and press every character now. It wouldn't allow me to sleep. It woke me up dictating memories where it took people over and forced them into this reality-denying cult that we experience every moment of each agonizing day—some hiding much further in utter rejection of this stark and uber-bleak reality. The words are sufficient, but we may go back and refine them.

It seems to demand that I go on knowing the weight of it. What do I have to prove? It wants me to describe in detail what it feels like as a quite separate living individual taking up the same space. Conveying with human ego that I somehow championed and owned the ramifications of its lifelong attacks, and withstood it in silent conviction and solidarity alone, is not a message that brings any ease in this lofty density of dark matter, static, intracellular cling.

I can hear a buzzing. I can feel a grip from the inside. Sometimes I think it was human once, or is from some liminal place, zone, or frequency. All descriptions would be cliché. It wants me to put into detail, as best as I am able, to pen with absolute authenticity the experience that I—we—seem to avoid at all times, with everything we've got.

This is not fictional on any level. I see that countless authors and personal testimonies have been inauthentically expressed, and it wants me to know that this is unacceptable. It has chosen hosts and adherents; it wants you to know this always. In its company—and maybe it is always there lurking, truly?—it demands that I know this fact and do not hide from it.

It does not demand eloquence in delivery, but it demands to express its ease—though not talent—at interfacing a human agent, accessing me like a glove. That is to say, our reality is entirely exposed to its ability to directly interface with it. The entity, as it is, feels like a static, black, cancerous channel distortion. I oddly felt peace as I recalled Jane Roberts understanding the cancer that it causes its adherents. It doesn't want to kill me. It wants me to know that the access to me has been done by multiple people and entities, and that the method of inception feels the same or strikingly similar to the uninitiated. Yet, in saying this, I realize it now: this backdoor access has indeed destroyed my life, and I can only imagine countless others.

But they are not all the same. The experience also has to do with us—me specifically—and my truth in acceptance that this is reality. More so, it may go away as others assume the portal. It feels like we are as accessible as wooden cutouts at a carnival.

I want to talk about my experience and how this has impacted me for my entire lifetime, but it doesn't seem to care. The current specter looking through is only concerned with its own expression. This leads me to believe that these are what we would refer to as the disincarnate. I have avoided acceptance out of personal discomfort and fear. I have blocked out the repeated, constant attacks by way of this mechanism. It operates on a continuous flow-through of this accepted heavy weight at this interface of energy. I speculate as to the countless others experiencing this and trying to work with it or run from it, trying to shake it off, living in denial of it, or allowing entities to act through them.

I wanted to study in school, but it wouldn't allow me to. Now I realize that maybe this portal of transmission through me was a rush to communicate with the multiple people surrounding me in those times. It maintained a heavy, distracting, and even intentionally sabotaging presence in those moments where I was simply trying to pitch a baseball or be there for a family member. The entities that peer through have total energetic command at will over how we feel and think at the time. They know that repeated, constant entry to us as individual portals or access points alters our own energetics and general homeostasis, rendering a person all the more accessible in any given moment.

I realize now that this access has always been. To say I could use this as an excuse for every failure in my life, or for what is behind every personal attack on me by others, is not something I am expected to deny. It doesn't care; they don't care. I am beginning to realize that I wouldn't either if I found myself on the other side of this life and simply wanted to communicate with loved ones, or with others that might have slighted me or even killed me. This realization has brought much more complexity, but it feels much more possible now. I am, of course, not limiting this notion only to disincarnate callers, but find this to make the most sense.

The evil that has easily accessed me, and even committed heinous acts with admitted ease through me, is unsettling. As I got older, I would take on the constant attacks through constant suppression. However, these entities can hurt us, disrupt health, energy, and thoughts, and quite literally campaign with other entities and people to destroy a person from the inside out.

This is accurate, unembellished, and factual. There has been absolutely no stretch of what I write here now. This is quite real and true, and it is not religious. No amount of purification will alter this access, because I have tried. But doing vile acts attracts more window shoppers. However, the selection that these entities and people make seems broad and random to me. Imagine the numbers leaving bodies here each and every day. Also imagine that things may not operate and work like we here have been led to believe—partly not to alarm us, but primarily to keep some aspect of what I believe to be a shared commerce and business flowing directly between these channels.

Of course, this sounds insane, but it has had a hold on my life and destroyed it from the inside out. I have watched people become possessed by these entities en masse without hesitation, attacking something in me, or attacking me at different times. I see us more as displays to them. I don't believe that there is an effective alliance or uncorrupted, marshalling, watchful agency working to actively protect people from this open doorway. Of course, as children we fantasize and internalize in forced dogma the whys and hows, but I assure you that all are equally accessible. The entities are capable of total takeover of all senses of the human host.

This piece brings me no fame, no connections, or friends. Only the deception as a business model is present in society at large. I believe further that these venues actually act as a conduit for a business that operates between worlds in some sort of distribution, and has for who knows how long?