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@kimberly lynn Kentucky i wrote it.

From a memory.

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Crystals you say...i do agree it was from a language and people lost to time.

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But i believe it is a spirit language. And this is why people swear they heard it, or have seen it before, but cant remember where. As it is from the orher side of the

@lorexcold may i ask for what purpose? I didnt use any UV ink. Just pencil, pen, and

@lee327 where may i ask?

@Kevin Seraphim Day are you asserting I got astrology and astronomy mixed up?

How about instead of assuming I wouldnt know, why not try and teach? There are several different learning styles. Mine happens to be visual kinesthetic.

You could wrote formulas and words all day long, and I would get lost. You could talk my ear off, and I would retain a fraction. However, were you to explain while using diagrams and allowing me to work along with you, you would likely be surprised how quickly I can learn something.

But of course, an arrogant know it all like you likely wouldnt bother to take the time to actually teach now would you?

Unless you have something productive to say, dont bother wasting MY time.

Not that it matters.

Everything that had happened, is happening and will happen, already has.

For those higher than us.

We are simply trapped unaware of our fates as we cant experience time the way they do.

@Jaisce Liier I believe that anyone who can read another human would plainly see I'm not here to argue or fight. I am qualified to assert that yes, you are mixing the two up. I'm also older than you're dad but I'm not interested in teaching anything to anyone something I walked away from years ago for reasons of my own. I don't know you other than you need to walk away from any interest in anything occult. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy spirit amen! ☦️☦️☦️

@Kevin Seraphim Day

Good. Because I am mixing those two up.

Also, you may very well be older than my father. Wouldnt know tho. Never met him.

I do not stray into the occult. All my knowledge I gain, I gain from prayerful meditation, and talks with God.

Besides. I probably wouldnt get anywhere anyway. I tend to disable occultist objects. For example, when ever friends used a ouija board, I would watch. But never participate. Why? Every time I touched the planchette, it died. Wouldnt move. Energy was gone.

Now.

A bit more about myself.

I have extra ribs, confirmed by Xrays. Where most people have a three to four finger gap from their last true ribs and their hip, I have less than an inch and yes, leaning is painful sometimes, and yes, I can feel my bones and their relative tissue grind against each other, and yes, that froggon hurts too.

These are likely due to the large lungs I have, and in fact, the last time I had chest xrays, the tech said she had to redo it because they wouldnt show in full on her machine. Yay me.

My eyes, believe it or not, and despite what optometrists say, do in fact change colors. Likely due to the fact each eye has multiple colors within the iris.

A gold star around the pupils, blue ovals on the sides, a gray ring along the outside of the iris, and the remainder of the iris is green. Which could give the illusion that they change when really it is light hitting them differently. However, that does not explain why my eyes will on occasion change from that, to a faintly glowing, gold like color, with a black ring instead of grey. Yes, people have witnessed this, and yes, I managed to capture it on film. Well. Digital image.

Those symbols and in that arrangement came as I said, through prayer. Much like you can feel the tug of the Holy Spirit as some call it in certain situations, that is how those came to be.

I have been hunted by entities I came to call "Afflicted". The best way to describe them is to take the romanticized version of Angels, and zombify them, for lack of a better term. Their holy light completely gone, their "eyes" nothing more than dark holes, darker than the blackest black with a sickening, indescribable Red and dim glow that a human eye can barely if at all, detect. Their wings gone, as well as most of their form. I have witnessed in horror, how these things came to be.

I heard the soul crushing screams of an "Angel" that echoed across time and space itself, watching as their grace was stripped away, and their forms corrupted...it tears me up just recalling it. The memory burns my soul to the core.

It is but by Gods grace itself that I was not taken by one of these things when it actually attacked me. For which I am ever grateful for. Tho undeserving. I was asleep, dreaming about these things trying to get away, but I couldnt seem to shake em. I started to feel like i couldnt breathe, so I force myself awake and found one of those things above me, I reached out (so not sleep paralysis as i was able to move) and tried to hold it off, it started to fade away, but its eyes remained locked on mine the whole time.

This entity, is likely why the last time i went to a Christian church seeking help, for some reason a pastor that is nowhere near certified and capable of an Exorcism, tried to literally exorcise me.

Nothing happened to me, but I watched his faith, resolve, and courage fade as his fear grew as nothing happened.

After he was done, I took my sunglasses off, looked at him, and waited. His lip gently quivering, his eyes water