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The Entity: Le Succubi.

Here is one from 2005!

Succubus-lewd demon; the mistress of nocturnal.
All Souls Day (Nov.2), The Catholic Church’s commemorating those who lost their lives in the past year; a Priest reads all the departed souls in a written list. While somewhere across the globe, a vile ,lustful entity soars across the sky,scanning for a male host of its choice. It,now enters a bedroom,lurking in the shadows. Waiting for it’s host,to drift into the land of nod, just like it’s counterpart,The Incubus. Miss Naughty,has some trick n’ treats ,with intent to do more than collect a soul ,during the nocturnal. Sweet dreams turn into erotic nightmares.

The night before a shadow had been lurking outside the window. It vanished ,upon awakening,hitting on a flashlight,that I kept near the bedside,towards its direction. A few minutes,passed,before I started to fall asleep; the neighbor’s dog,started to bark n’ howl towards behind the direction of my backyard. So with a flashlight, thinking it might be a rodent ,the mutt sensed roaming around this area. Nothing. Hereupon, I followed the dogs eyes,with the light;except it wasn’t barking at it’s eye level at me; but towards the roof,or perhaps the sky above me. It didn’t matter to me at this point,because there was always a small animal, a squirrel or chipmunk,even a cat once,on the graphite roof tiles. To shut the mutt,for a while, I scooped up a few biscuits,from the refrigerator,and tossed it over the fence. Soon,no sound escaped from this animal; just seeing it briefly,munching away at the goodies that it received. Before, I turned in the direction of the backyard patio,in the corner of my left eye, something that was a chalked outlined shape of a human-shaped figure,dashed towards,the backyard fence. Again,the mutt started to bark,towards that way. A mirage,or was it? Ignoring it,I thought it was just a illusion.
Back in the room, in no more than a few minutes, the dog’s barking ,emerged into a loud whining. It’s owner was ordering “shut up; get back in the house”; complete silence afterwards. I feel asleep at ease,like the way it should be.
The pre-daylight hours,would come about in the next several hours. During this time , a entity had slipped it’s way into the house,and entering the room,with some menacing plans a forethought. Observing.
A gentle touch,ran through my right arm,as I slept in a fetal position. ‘Oh,a wonderful dream’. A female ,soft lips ,first kissing my neck down near the shoulders,then upwards towards,near my face; ‘the ectacy’. Her lips,kissing upon my mouth now. It was profound. Tossing ,in a supine position her body slid gently on my  being. ‘This is what dreams is made of. dreamland.’ Arms wrapping around my neck,hands gliding through my hair,she was nibbling on my neck,like before; she began to suck on its flesh,with warmness of her breath. Tactile and Somatic.
The sweet smell of vanilla chocolate ,ran up through my nostrils,which caused me to open my mouth,slightly. I would love to take a bit out of this sweet desert. Gustatory sensory of tasting this for myself; what I perceived as vanilla chocolate,was her own skin. Now,her warm breath, emerged in growls of a ‘pleasure of the flesh’,as she roughly,wrapped her thighs around my waist. Her breast was smothering on my own face. In tactile, I caressed her body. Afterwards,shortly,I opened my eyelids,while in deep sleep by this erotic feeling, to put this in perspective. A glimpse,I saw a neon outlining shape of this female,upon me; suddenly a heavy pressure was applied to my neck; she was no longer caressing it ,she was biting it.
A growl escaped her mouth ,like a wild animal. Followed by her hands,took my by the throat,and heavily whispered towards my right ear,which in auditory ,I could not make out. Her grip, was a supernatural strength,as I can feel her hand in both tactile and somatic,trying to enter my mouth. Only I managed to budge. It felt like a tongue was slithering on mine. Letting go,she began to smoother her tongue and lips on my face; a sound of buzzing swarmed around my head.
With her hands again, she began to constrict my throat. Pulling me upwards,towards her. Then pushing me ,with her grip intact,back down on the pillow below. This went on for a while. I just couldn’t find the strength,to move my arms to fight back ,because I was in fact paralyzed. Not ,just fear; my body was still asleep,but the mind was semi-conscious. I with effort,tried to call out for a plea. “help me, Lord.” Nothing,escaped my lips,except a small noise,as the words could not escape. Mentally, I focused in saying this. Either this vicious female,was a ‘demon induced hallucination’ or ‘a malign entity’ in the flesh.
Nothing,happened; as she like before,in a bestial growl,smothered her mouth against my entire face; it felt to real. Suddenly, a burst,thrust outwards from my loins. In latin this thing whispered :”Diaoblus et virtuous, lumbis est.”
I closed my eyelids; in a now,unfearful matter. Before me now,was a flash of my early youth,in a familiar moment . I was drifting to Elysium. A young boy in a field ,kite-flying ,turned around and said to me” why are doing here,mister. You have to go back;please it is so nice where you came from.” That boy,was me,at his age. Behind,me at this age,was a young female ,older than the boy. She was about 13 . Taking the boy,by the hand; “Fight,will you. You have to find your way back; there’s so much to do.” Then both she and the boy,walked away in the field ,away from me. I said nothing,except this feeling of being left out; for I wanted to follow them. A light stream of tears,was strolling down my eyes.
I opened my eyes,everything seemed to stop dead in its tracks; as this creature was still on me. I wasn’t going to give it any further satisfaction. I managed,to regain,my breathing,and a motion of my hands,was now wiggling. Nearby,about a several feet from the front end of my bed, a illumination of a glowing object appeared . Perhaps,a protector. Whatever it ,or who it was,blew a cold draft against my body. This thing,began to drive itself from me, as I could see its shadow,flying away from me; and nearly vanished. While this was going on, the shining object,stood there for a few moments,then faded away.
After from breaking away off this paralysis,I went to the bathroom,where this thing had entered,following. It finally dissolved. Then I turned on the sink,and scooped up a handful of water,and placed it over my face,when a cold touch was placed on my back,someone was touching me. Entering again,the bedroom, I went asleep,without any more hassles from anything;sleeping in comfort as a child.

After this incident, a few days later, it had began to occur to me,this was not another ‘hallucinatory sleep paralysis’ episode. This was the first time, a sex demon had nearly came close invading me; In the year,followed,exactly the same day from my first encounter – Nov.2 , I was paid another visit from Succubus; again,it with out any success,failed to collect my soul and fertility. It was foolish,not knowingly,that I still have some fight left in me; it never came back. The beggining of the new millenium had started .early that year,when I first encountered the demon,succubus. The illuminated vision,never returned;,but, I will not doubt it will appear sometime in the near future.


Manhunter – SRHM.

Believe it or not, for those who knew me in my younger days.I was a former amateur sleuth! (crossing eyes). Now, Going back four decades ago when Mr. Z was haunting the SF Bay Area around with his taunts of ‘the joys of killing’ bragging to the Chronicle with making his murders looking like a few fake accidents, etc, a string of unsolved murders had taken place in rural Sonoma County along the Franz Valley Road and Bennett Valley areas north of Santa Rosa. The bodies of 6 young females between the ages of 12 to 22 had been found nude and had signature marks of strangulation and a few cases – styrichnine poisoning – in ditches, ravines just off the isolated roadways in than years time between December 1972 to December 1973, where the last victim Theresa Diane Walsh was found naked and hogtied in a creek with a lump of her flesh intact with a fallen tree log in the water. It was a dark time for Santa Rosa residents, unaware of a maniacal specter  on the loose in their community, hunting for more victims. The murders became infamous and known as The Santa Rosa Hitchhiker Murders. Twice I visited Franz Valley Road, a not well road known to travel on, in search for clues and my own personal quest and partial research to find a solution in solving one of Northern California’s so called Ted Bundy crimes. “Ted” was looked into as a culprit into the SHRM, once, the day after his execution at Florida State Penitentiary and just four years ago. Primed Suspect of the Zodiac Killings, Arthur Leigh Allen was looked into as a culprit, but was removed as a suspect in both the Z killings and the SRHM while being incarcerated at Atascadero State Hospital. For those not familiar with the case, visit Deborah Silva’s website click on here for more info.


My first Out-of-Body experience, 1993.

I wasn’t  that anxious that at up to my age of 22, no longer was going to have a few of my original chompers pulled out because my dentist told me that I had some overcrowded teeth,and that it would be difficult of me biting,down as age progressed. She was going to refer me to a specialist in dealing with this type of procedure. Oh great.
Within a week,after consulting a maxillofacial surgeon who explained to me what the procedures and all that talk, a set up appointment was arranged. Another week and a half passed . The day was at hand. Arriving at the office about no more than a few minutes had passed when the door at the front lobby opened. It was the assistant who called me in towards the hallway and I entered this one room. It was the space that the surgery was going to take place in. So within 10 minutes, a group of another pair of assistants and the surgeon came in. One of them explained to me that anesthesia was going to be administered during this process. First,my blood pressure was checked. This anesthesiologist placed this small apparatus over my nose that fitted this and my mouth. It was simply anesthesia. I was told to count sheep backwards,from 10 – 1,something like that. Less than 5 seconds, I was out like a baby.
This feeling of being floated above where my body was, I slowly began to ascend. I didn’t try to refrain myself,or panic ,or anything of that nature. It perceived to me as simply a lallaby dream. My eyes shut. A feeling of ecstasy. My mind was drifting towards the office ceiling above. I was tossed around like a entering a dimensional tunnel, when I first saw my body down below. It was all to real, that maybe it was the anesthesia giving away the sensory deprivation. The surgeon and her assistants could I see downwards . Along with physical self on the dental chair. My mouth was probed and some blood matter was oozing from my mouth. Diverting away the scene, I was now soaring through the rest of the room,and exiting. In the hallway my consciousness was on the hallway ceiling. So much as in a lucid dream, but I wasn’t. I have heard about Out-of-body experiences  before this situation where people described as being disconnected from their own physical bodies and traveling though a tunnel, with a ray of light at the end of it. Some had described as entering a Near Death Experience when they were clinically dead  as declared by the doctors. But, only to re-enter their bodies some time after. Hereupon, under the knife, I was still much alive.
The strange part about this first experience with OBE,is that I can hear the machine that they had used sucking up my blood and all that stuff. To this point, I was now in another office room, next door, unoccupied.
Finally I was being pulled back into my body. My name was called…three times, by either the surgeon, or the assistants. The office ceiling was that came into view. A small noise wheezed out from my numb mouth. My name was called out again ,then one began to shake my arm. It jolted me out of my wits. A final call was shouted. Two faces,with sanitary breathing masks used in hospitals looked at me. One of them, with a small maglite. held its flashing tip at my eyes to see if I was fully awake. I was told afterwards that I appeared to be in a trance…gazing at the ceiling above with a faint shallow sound escaping my mouth. Never,had I told them, I had a OBE. This was my first.

Re: Assassination of 5 Dallas Police Officers/ 7/7/2016

Last nights shooting in Dallas, TX  was declared by officials as the work of one man: Mica Johnson, 25, an ex-military service man. He was said before he was killed by a police detonator that he wanted to kill white police officers.  Bullsh*te. This was a paramilitary ambush on the  Dallas Police Department in advanced and not connected to a bunch of gang bangers getting even with the police for the recent police-involved  shootings in LA and MN this past week. The police were caught in a triangular crossfire, an ambush which there were at least 2-3 snipers firing from the Omni in Dallas getting the officers in the line of trajectory crossfire.. 5 officers killed, 2 civilians injured. Why did they chose Dallas? In the south, is a hotbed of paramilitary/umbrella groups performing black ops over there. Remember, JFK was murdered in this style at the grassy knoll in Dallas back in ’63. Also, yesterday was the 11th anniversary of the London bombings; 7/7/2005. I smell the illuminati at it again. This time on American soil. 11 is a sacred number to perform a illuminati ritual. These kind of atrocities can be linked to one of the deadliest secret societies.

A spirit of a dead girl in a well?

It was nearly 25 years ago when I was walking up this hill that is located outside my former work place. It is about over a hundred yards from the shed to this concealed water well. It was covered with cement because no service of water was needed for irrigation. The canal nearby was completely empty. It was almost 5 P.M. just one day after Christmas that I was curious how it looked up real close when I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I could hear a little girl moaning ,”help me” from inside this location. In response I automatically yelled, ” Hello?!” without any clear conscious of why I would do a such thing. “Somebody help me…Mommy! ” followed by  a sob. ‘What the heck’ I thought. I thought I was going insane by listening to something that at first wasn’t there. So I walked away and tried to shake the shouting from my head. I thought for sure if it didn’t go away, I may of went mad. The further I walked away the more girlish yelling I could hear. Then I walked back towards the well and suddenly the sobbing became gentile. I became scarce that maybe there was a ghost of a girl who could of very well fell in it in past time. Then this voice said, “I’m going to tell my mommy you hurt me.” A aggressive sound of tantrum erupted so I decided this whole thing was inside my head because this had to be a fragment of my imagination. The next day I went to those scan projectors at the local library where somebody could look for a old newspaper article
for a missing girl in my area. There was a handful of missing girls for so many months and years in the entire tri-valley region. It was 1991, and in the 1980’s there was so many girls who was declared missing, abducted and ended up murdered for some. To me at the time that a missing girl from Antioch in 1983 seven years earlier was abducted around Thanksgiving and found dead near a dump site outside the city. She lived in a neighborhood that is almost parallel to a canal. By coincidence the voice I heard was just near a canal but in a different location which isn’t really that far, because Brentwood(where I lived and worked) and Antioch(the city where the murdered girl lived) is about 10 minutes from each other. The eerie feeling that perhaps one of these girls could of been held against her will by a elusive killer who left her for dead in this well. The well I should mention wasn’t concealed until sometime during the 80’s. Could it be possible that what I heard that day was a soul of a dead girl as what I heard, “I’m going to tell mommy you hurt me?” If it was foul play, then the killer was very familiar with the location. There could be a serial child abductor who lived in Brentwood. The well as of the past two decades has been totally torn down due to housing development in that area. Nobody else who worked at the irrigation district had ever reported hearing or seeing anything that was deemed as a ghost shouting or a sighting,except myself. If anybody besides me who heard what I heard probably never told about it out of fear. There is no other explanation why this girl would say of what she said.