Are Angels and Demons Real?

Are we merely microbes living on a rocky planet, caught in the gravity well of a run-of-the-mill M class star on the edge of a common spiral galaxy, looking up and stupidly wondering WTF? Or are we really spiritual beings, temporarily existing as mortal pawns in a war between good and evil? Do alternate planes of reality exist, which we can only “see” if the circumstances are just right or when we finally croak?

I’M NOW GOING to tell you a bizarre but absolutely true story that happened to me one winter night a long time ago. You may not believe a word and I will not blame you; but please make note I’m not saying for sure I had contact with a real angel and demon, just that whatever did happen makes me wonder to this day.

I’ll just tell it to you the story straight out and let you decide. Who living on this planet can really say what lies past this veil of tears?

I’ve literally only told this story to a single handful of people over the years and now I’m telling the whole wide world. Exactly what happened on that crazy night so long ago is way beyond little old me. I did write everything down soon after, replayed it all in my mind countless times and will now share my strange little experience with you.

Did INCOG MAN experience a real visitation from “the other side?” You be the judge.

It was during the Christmas season, and a blustery, snow-driven cold wind stung my face as I left a typical fern bar with this girl I once worked with. We had just a couple of beers and laughs after a short Friday at work, but the two of us had to leave early since we had other things to attend before the coming holidays.

As I watched her cross the parking lot, I remember thinking I personally cared a lot for her but not in the way where I wanted to get inside her pants. The feeling actually kind of surprised me, since I was a bit of “manwhore” at the time and she was fairly hot. At the time, I was pretty sure I could have tagged her, but we were good friends and I wanted to keep it that way for some reason (she was a beautiful blond and one of the smartest persons I ever knew).

I had to leave early so I could meet up with my father that evening at the Costco to do my last minute Christmas shopping, as we did every year together.

As we walked through the giant shopping warehouse, my elderly dad would point out with his walking cane what he thought would make a nice present to various members of the family. Now you might think that I was taking the easy way out and you’re right, but my dad really enjoyed doing this. He loved giving advice to his progeny. And who was I to be an ass about it?

At the time I lived in this really pleasant apartment complex, where the proactive, pro-White management did every thing possible to keep ruinous “diversity” down to a minimum. The park-like landscaping was expertly thought out and meticulously manicured. My batchelor pad was on the first floor, a fairly big 2 bedroom, all by myself, with a nice screened-in porch surrounded by shady mature oak and pine, just across the street from a nice pool. The neighborhood was really quite pleasant, like a futuristic Isaac Asimov “Foundation” novel where robots carefully tended the surroundings at night.

That evening, after returning home after shopping, I remember doing some serious philosophizing about the concept of “love” while laying on the couch idly watching the usual worthless TV fare.

It struck me like a thunder-clap the difference between pristine love and lust love. The love for a son by the father is unequivocal, nothing can change it and nothing is required. I suddenly realized the huge difference and what it truly meant deep inside.

At just about then, I heard a loud banging noise out on my screened in porch just feet away. I got up and went into my bedroom overlooking the porch door and saw someone trying to break in! It looked like it was a women dressed only in a flimsy plaid flannel shirt and apparently naked underneath. I couldn’t believe it, since it was absolutely freezing outside, in the 20’s and a couple of inches of snow.

Not sure what to do, grab my Smith and Wesson semi-auto 9mm pistol and start blasting away or what, I went out to the sliding glass door in my living room and opened it right as she broke the meager hook and clasp holding the wooden framed screen door. She burst past me like a runaway freight train and into my apartment’s living room, where she immediately flopped right down on my couch!

I could easily see her nakedness underneath the worn-out flannel shirt clear as day. And she was a fairly decent looking woman! Sure, not a Miss America or a Playmate of the month, but reasonably attractive and definitely “doable.”

She started telling me she had seen me around and wanted me. I can’t remember her exact words but I clearly recall how she lewdly cocked her legs apart so I could get a good, straight-on look at her you-know-what, while her ample breasts flopped wildly around her loosely buttoned shirt. All right on my couch!

It was like that final parade scene in the movie “Animal House” when this good looking woman flies through a window and lands on a bed where a boy is looking at a Playboy magazine. The kid says “thank you God!”

I fully admit it did cross my mind for a moment to take advantage of her. It would have been just like another Hollywood scene when a tiny devil with a deep demonic voice appears on one shoulder telling you “DO HER — DO HER NOW” and a tiny angel with a squeaky voice appears on the other saying “YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THAT GIRL.”

She had been drinking. I could smell the alcohol. But when I told her I wasn’t going to mess around, she became very irate and stormed about looking for something to drink. Soon she found my well-stocked liquor cabinet and became very excitable.

Forcefully, but non-violently, I sat her down in my favorite overstuffed chair from the fifties — a beautiful chair I had found in absolutely perfect shape at an estate sale, carefully packed away for years, the tropical colors still vivid. 

I tried to talk some sense into her and get her to drink some hot coffee I made. She kept refusing any, nor tell me her real name no matter how many times I asked. I had only wanted to get her home to wherever she lived and suspected rightly it was nearby.

All of a sudden she quite visibly changed and started talking about people I knew and worked with. Impossibly, she used the actual names of these people. She knew all about the girl I had beers with that afternoon and the name of my best friend at the time. I asked her pointed, specific questions about myself which she answered either absolutely correctly, or coyly refused any reply, only looking at me with a strange little smile.

I could sense she, or “IT,” wanted to show off, but some sort of unspoken rule kept her from crossing a line that would reveal more, possibly removing any last vestiges of doubt. I could see this frustrated her, or whatever arrogant entity possessed her. It seemed like she measured each question, carefully deciding if answering might violate that special law. The behavior was so oddly distinct, that I double underlined the observation in my notes I later wrote down. 

Whatever the hell was going on, I was absolutely positive she said things that no stranger could possibly ever know about me, unless they paid for some serious private eye investigation work in advance. It was simply too unbelievable. 

All during this back and forth the woman’s face seemed to distort in impossible, wild ways — nervous tics and spasms burst across her face. It looked like some uncontrollable force lived just beneath her skin; a bit like the special effects you see in movies today, using advanced CGI and surface mapping.

Quite sure by now that I might actually be dealing with something beyond my earthly understanding, I kind of panicked (ghost stuff scares the beejesus out of me). I felt an insane, primordial fear well up inside me, like what one might feel when a Great White shark circles you while swimming at the beach, or stumbling upon a roaring Grizzly Bear standing on her hind legs on a hiking trail.

I decided I had better call the police. I probably should have as soon as she stormed into my apartment but wanted to help her out without involving Johnny Law if possible.

A plan of action was enough to quell my rising fears. I went across the hall and banged on the door to my neighbor, an elderly gentlemen who was a veteran of the Korean war. A quiet widower with out-of-town children, he rarely talked to anyone in the building but me, since I knew a lot of the history behind his unit’s combat record (he survived the surprise Chicom human wave attacks during General Douglas MacArthur’s advance and retreat from the Yalu river).

Out in the hall, I explained how the woman had broken into my apartment. He agreed about calling the police and then tried talking sense into the woman, but she started telling him specific things about himself! Like how his eldest son never visited because he was a self-centered yuppie living in a big city.

Obviously disquieted, the old man slipped outside to meet the cops.

A big beefy cop eventually showed up and I told him the basics of the deal, consciously leaving out the weird stuff. He had already received a BOLO about the woman (be on the look out); her mother had phoned the police she was missing and explained she suffered from mental issues — obviously enough.

I had this really nice olive drab, detective-style raincoat — an expensive Burberry I remember — in which I wrapped her up before sending her out the door with the cop.

The cop came back to return my raincoat. I had given up seeing it again. He told me and my elderly neighbor that the woman lived with her mother nearby. She had broken into the mother’s locked up liquor cabinet while she was gone. Basically, she was a drunk mental case. Or so it would seem.

And if all that wasn’t enough, what happened next totally tripped me out.

After bidding my neighbor good night, I went to bed to try to get some sleep. Although it was very late, I wasn’t very tired. Laying flat on my back, I looked up at the ceiling, thinking about what had just happened.

All of a sudden the ceiling dissolved into a inky blackness lit with pin pricks of starlight. Then I saw some sort of amorphous, opalescent cloud, about the size of a throw rug, brilliantly lit in reds and purples where the ceiling should have been. It was astoundingly beautiful, almost too impossible to describe.


What did I see that night? It looked a lot like this montage I created in photoshop by using a shot of a galactic nebula; but my recollection and notes say the edges were more defined, scalloped and the over-all shape more rectangular. However, the glowing colors seen against a black background are right on. Also, please note, those are not my real toes, just some shot I found to do the image.

I distinctly remember saying to myself “WTF NOW!” as I looked up at a celestial display up above where my ceiling should be (I said the words out fully). Then I felt someone touch one of my big toes. Notice I said “someone” there and not “something.” I was absolutely certain it was a human finger touching me even as I knew no other human was in the room.

But before I could think of another thing, instantaneous waves of indescribable sheer bliss and happiness surged up through my body straight from my feet. Whatever force it was, it bounced off the top of my inner skull (that’s exactly how it felt), back down towards my feet and then back up again, with lessening intensity each reverberation. It was like a sloshing back and forth inside a tub of molasses.

This happened for some unknown amount of time — could have been 10 seconds or 10 minutes — I don’t know because I completely lost all sense of temporal awareness. When whatever it was finally petered out, I felt wrung out like a limp dishrag and sobbed like a big stupid baby (yep, I’ll admit it, meanie tough old INCOG cried).

Most definitely not able to sleep now, I got up and scribbled down a half dozen pages of crazy looking notes and sketches, eventually collapsing around 8 am, thankfully on a Saturday morning.

For years, I often explained to myself that all this was my guardian angel thanking me for not polluting my soul by tagging that crazy, demon-possessed woman. Maybe.

I hadn’t done any drugs — didn’t drop acid or smoke any killer Jamaican Ganja. I only had some coffee and cigarettes, hardly enough for something like that. The stress of the night may have generated a hallucinatory response, which in turn set off a wildly raging dopamine storm in my head. I don’t think that’s what happened.

Also, it could have been this strange mental condition people have right before falling asleep and the dream state kicks in a bit too early. This is the same thing that some debunkers believe to be the source to UFO abduction stories in the present day, or ancient tales of nightly visitations from demonic entities often called the Succubus and Incubus.

I still can’t bring myself to believe all that to be the case since I knew I was totally wide awake from coffee and the crazy chick. Also, the words of my late night female interloper could not be satisfactorily explained away by this explanation.

And I was certain the woman hadn’t used psychic parlor games to get info out of me earlier, by using verbal and visual cues that charlatans rely on to fool the gullible. I was very aware of these things, since I was personally acquainted with a pretend “psychic” at the time and saw how she played with people’s heads to get attention and sometimes money.

Researching the matter in more detail later, I read accounts of crazy people talking about subjects they shouldn’t have any understanding of, even speaking in languages they couldn’t possibly know, like latin or chinese. Seems like they somehow get connected to a global “ID,” some sort of universal subconscious that allows them to tap into things no regular person could.

Either all that, or a demonic entity from Hell itself took up residency in that poor drunken girl’s body and decided to mess with my head that night!

I’ve never had anything like this happen to me before or since; I don’t see dead people and never any UFOs (I do keep my eyes peeled). Whatever it was that happened on that cold wintry night, I’ll always remember it. Call me crazy all you want, that is if you don’t already!

If you get all bunged-up and depressed about matters going on today in the world and America, remember this one thing: If the devil is real, then God must be too. Call it Ying and Yang. Think about it.

I will leave you on that note.

— Phillip Marlowe

I certify the above is true to the best of my recollection and from reviewing my notes taken shortly after the events described. If I wanted to embellish this account with a bunch of “Amityville Horror” business, I easily could have, but resisted the temptation.

Please give me your opinion of what happened to me that night in the poll below and in the comment section.

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49 Responses to Are Angels and Demons Real?

  1. JamesTheJust says:

    Yes, Incogman, you did have an experience with a demon (the poor woman was possessed and this is verified in many scriptural accounts) and an angel.

    Sometimes in scripture the word “angel” does not apply to angels as we normally perceive them; it simply means “messengers”, but other times it is a literal angel as we normally perceive the word to mean.

    Read the book of Enoch and you’ll understand where demons originate.

  2. Frank Fredenburg says:

    It looks like the attacks are starting in again. I just had my connection to this site break, and then I had a hard time getting back in here. It was acting like before. I just wanted to warn everyone.

  3. JamesTheJust says:

    Happened to me yesterday, but that just makes my resolve to post here all the stronger so have fun jew-scum, you’re loosing the battle.

    NUKE THE JEWS!

  4. Dylan says:

    Jame reply was very good.Most people that read the scripters,dont know any of what james said.There are demons,angles that are in a war.Half breed fallen angles that are of the race of satan as well.Satan and his demonswant a race mixed non race world.Ive had demons email.And Email thats I beleive had been from God.This shits real and the Jews are the Race of satan!Find out how real it is and stand for faith race and nation.And see the world come against you.When were the ones that are organic.Love that movie the matrax.Just add a jew twist and were there.Put in a good fight while were here ,were just passing through.The spooks are for real,there working with the jew.That are there earthly offspring.The book of enoch is about these obamanations.We must have the faith that we had when we were young.For they are many and we are few,even goliath that was of the race of the satanic jew/anglicly halfbreed mixed had his day when david cut his head off.Our size doesnt matter.As the german beltbuckel says “God With Us”.And may He be with you all white brothers out there.

  5. $10 Bagel says:

    I am so happy those are not your toes!

  6. Sam Adhi says:

    You did pass a test of morality and so then had an initiatory opening, being able to see outer space in daylight through your ceiling.

    Others in other esoteric spiritual traditions (typically near or far Eastern) have had the same experience, usually associated with opening the 3rd eye & samadhi.

    However, your experience was just a temporary glimpse only. To truly develop and make sustained progress, you would have to work diligently at it. You were shown a summit, but have to do your own climbing to get there..

  7. t bone says:

    Interesting chain of events Incog.

    At first I thought that the afternoon chic might have slipped you something but you sort of clarified that later in your story.
    Then I thought to myself, “Its probably stress and if he banged the snot out of that crazy bimbo he’d be ok”.

    But I dont think thats the case either.

    You should try to look up the neighbor who helped you (and even police records) and see if you can re-connect the dots.

    I wanted to vote on that poll, but I was caught up between 2 and 3…I think?…or maybe theres another explanation.
    I definitely believe that there is phenomena out there that we may never figure out.

  8. ProudSouthernGirl says:

    I’ve had a hard time getting on the site as well. It was jammed several days week before last. For some strange reason, everything is clicking right along now. Well, maybe not so strange.

    Angels, demons, and the paranormal are way beyond my understanding, but I firmly believe they exist. A friend of mine from high school (and a Christian high school at that) is a professional medium. I am now more keenly aware of various energy forces, seen and unseen, and have a greater respect for legitimate paranormal researchers (not like these weirdos on television who love to act as though they are frightened or startled by a “spirit.”) Yeah, right. Send that kind on over to a new reality show – “People of Wal-Mart.” Don’t you think that will be a sure-fire Emmy-winner, according to the abysmal standards of network television? (no, I don’t watch that garbage, either.)

    I happened to catch a red orb in a photo on a recent visit to a key battle area of the War Between the States (or, War of Northern Aggression.) Now I’m wondering who it is! Perhaps an Indian or a soldier. My curiosity is high. Whoever it is, they’re quite agitated. Colors of auras and orbs is a fascinating subject and it’s definitely very real.

    Back to the article – IncogMan, JamestheJust and Dylan – right with you, brothers. IncogMan, I do believe what you say. That was one whopper of a paranormal experience. I can only hope that poor girl received a real exorcism from a professional. That’s pretty terrifying stuff.

    Off the subject – I don’t know what prompted me to follow a link tonight and look through some of these pictures, but here’s a good one for your gallery – scroll down the page and check out this baboon’s mug shot –
    http://www.aol.com/2011/09/16/terr -y-kimball-arrested-taco-bell_n_965948.html#s332932&title=Aaron_Richardson

    And, Patriot Update ran a notice on their Facebook page today about Rick Perry sucking up to the Jews. SICK, sick, sick. He wasn’t my choice, but he was looking slightly less abhorrent than the others. Back to the trash heap with him.

    Wish we’d picked our own damn cotton and not ever done business with Yankee Jew slave traders!

    STAY STRONG, fellow White Christian Americans!

  9. Montgomery says:

    Luke 8:2 English Standard Version
    “…and also some women who had been healed of evil spirits and infirmities: Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven demons had gone out”

    Jesus cleansed her of seven demons

    Prostitutes are influenced by demonic spirits and those who have relations with them can become possessed with those spirits.

  10. t bone says:

    I couldnt decide between number 2 or 3 on the poll but I wanted to vote. Well, I picked one of those.

    The kicker is how she knew all of your info and knew stuff about your neighbor.

    I was wondering, did she introduce who she was at any time?

  11. THX 1138 says:

    Incogman,

    Interesting article, and it reminded me of something similar that happened to me years ago at a company Christmas party. I had been flirting with a married woman at the office, or rather, she had been flirting with me, and I was reciprocating. She was a very attractive woman, and she often wore short, tight dresses, which of course, turned me on. We had gone out to lunch a few times, and comments that she made to me revealed that she was not happy in her marriage. At the company Christmas party (called a “Holiday party” by the jew owners), I was dancing with this woman in the ballroom of a large, ritsy hotel that had been rented for the occasion. Strangely enough, the last song played was “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin, and we danced to it – that in itself was bizarre enough, since all the previous songs had been typical disco-type dance songs.

    After the offical party, we went upstairs to a party in someone’s hotel room – they had rented the room for that night. I was pretty drunk, and was definitely tempted to try to do this married woman, even though I knew it would be very wrong, and a sin which I would later regret. But then, I think she started feeling guilty about being there partying as a married woman, and she asked me to take her home. So I did, and we left the hotel together, walked down the street in the bitter cold, and then walked down the steps to the underground parking garage where my car was parked. I had my arm around her as we walked, and in my drunken state, I was feeling horny for her, even though I knew that what I was doing was wrong.

    Just as we reached the bottom of the steps to the underground parking garage, a White “street woman” came running up to us, seemingly from out of nowhere, in her dirty, shabby clothes. What was odd was the fact that she was very young and thin, and the demonic look on her face as she ran right up into our faces and said, “Got any change?” in a demented voice, with her eyes rolling back into her head. Scared the hell out of both of us – it was like a scene from a horror movie. Not something I can easily put into words, but it was very unexpected and frightening. The woman I was with gasped in horror, grabbed very tightly onto my arm, and buried her face in my shoulder as we walked quickly to my car. Although moments before, I had been feeling horny for this married woman, now I was actually shaking as we pulled away, because that strange and evil-looking street woman had really startled me.

    Then, as we drove down the highway, I turned to look at the married woman I was with, to say something to her, momentarily taking my eyes off the road. Just then, the woman screamed and pointed ahead, and I saw that we were seconds away from a head-on collision with a concrete barrier at a fork in the highway. And yes, as I mentioned, I was drunk. I jammed on the brakes and turned hard left to avoid the barrier, missing it by only a few feet, and almost lost control of the car. By this time, although still drunk, I was wide awake, badly shaken, and just wanted to go home. The woman was now terrified that I would get her killed in a drunken car accident. So, I drove very carefully the rest of the way, dropped her off at the train station parking lot where she had parked her car, and went home.

    As a sidenote, I was afterwards treated like a pariah by my coworkers, because everyone assumed that I had sex with this married woman that night, since they all saw us dancing and then leaving the party together. I soon had to leave that job, because the formerly light-hearted atmosphere there had changed for the worse, and I was quietly regarded as a no-good adulterer, even though nothing had happened, and I had told them so. But to this day, I feel that God arranged those frightening events for me as a warning not to engage in the type of immorality that I had been tempted with.

    BTW, your site is under attack again. What is going on, and why is your site the only one experiencing these attacks? Sites like RZN and others pop up immediately, with no delays. Maybe you need a better web hosting service?

  12. Franklin Ryckaert says:

    It is not difficult to understand the essence of what happened to you,dear Incogman.The description of you experience sounds real enough.Key to the understanding is this sentence of yours:”It struck me like a thunder-clap the difference between pristine love and lust love”.That was a deep spiritual insight,but would you act on it in real life?So a “test” was arranged for you.That girl with psychological problems was used for that purpose.She was lead to your appartement to seduce you.You thought about it but rejected the temptation.Thus you PASSED THE TEST.As a reward that night you were allowed a glimpse into the spiritual world and an experience of bliss.
    Who were behind it?Not angels or demons,though they also exist,but what is called “spiritual helpers”.Those are souls of deceased people who remain close to the earth to help people.Every person on earth has such a “helper”, though he knows it not.That knowledge that girl had about your personal life was also inspired by that spiritual helper who lead her.It was used to impress on you the idea that the experience was extraordinary.
    If you would have evolved further since then,you would have had more of such experiences.But your writings show a rather “worldly” attitude…

  13. Stevil says:

    When I was a boy a couple of things happened to me that to this day I can’t explain. As far as demons and angels, yes I believe in them and ghosts too. In my early twenties while Christmas shopping I noticed a Ouija board and thought it would be a cool thing to hang on the wall, I had seen a ZZ Top video that had one in it. I had the board for several weeks before I ever thought about using it. During this time I had started reading the bible and was really bummed out about being separated from my wife and daughter. (I got married too young) One Saturday morning I decided to ask the Ouija board about God. I closed the drapes in my apartment and turned off everything electric. I sat down on the floor, legs crossed and ever so lightly placed my fingers on the planchette. I asked “Is there a God?” With no hesitation it went right to Yes.

    Now this really freaked me out because I didn’t move it and never seriously expected it to move. I was a bit unnerved and stood up. After a couple of minutes I regained my nerve and sat back down and asked “Who is this? Once again without hesitation it went straight to(G), then (O) and halfway on it’s way to (D) I removed my fingers and put it back in the box and never asked it anymore questions and within a year or so threw it away along with my tarot cards. I discerned that it was dangerous and I was vulnerable. I knew that God didn’t talk on Quija boards so it was trying to trick me. If God wanted to talk on one he could I suppose, but still I doubt that was God. Whatever it was put the fear of God in me that day. It seems to have left me alone and hasn’t haunted me. I think it was probably a diabolical, demonic spirit and further inquiry with it would have probably escalated it’s danger to me.

  14. t bone says:

    I watched the talmudvision more than usual this week. A few compelling movies were ‘Devil’, ‘The Lovely Bones’ and ‘Hereafter’.

    Between that, this article and some of the comments (which are very good) I’m all creeped out.

    I cant wait til we get back to bashing the jew.

  15. Loki says:

    IT was June 17, 1918, in the Siberian mining town of Yekaterinburg, where the recently abdicated Czar of Russia, Nicholas Romanov, was being held captive with his family and tiny retinue. Shortly after midnight, members of the imperial party were wakened by Yakov Yurovsky, the Bolshevik officer in charge of the Romanovs’ captivity. They were ordered to go to the basement of the modest house in which they had been interned for some 11 weeks, and were ushered into a very small, bare room. Nicholas came first, carrying his ailing hemophiliac son, 13-year-old Alexei; next came his wife, the former Empress Alexandra Feodorovna, and their daughters, the Grand Duchesses — 22-year-old Olga, 21-year-old Tatiana, 19-year-old Maria, 17-year-old Anastasia. There followed the four retainers who had shared the family’s captivity: a cook, a valet, a maid and the Romanovs’ physician. Yurovsky, a photographer by vocation, asked the 11 prisoners to stand in two rows against the wall of the room, as if for a family portrait. Satisfied with his arrangement, he then called in the killer squad — six Latvians, five Russians — who immediately crowded into the narrow door that faced the captives. As Yurovsky finished reading a brief statement that ended with the words “the Ural Executive Committee has decided to execute you,” the shooting began. The brutality and sadism of the carnage that followed is unequaled in the recent annals of royal executions. The entire process was also chillingly prophetic of the chaos and barbaric incompetence of the state that would be erected upon the ruins of the 300-year-old Romanov dynasty. Instead of standing shoulder to shoulder, like a proper shooting squad, the executioners were backed up into the doorway in rows of three or four, firing over each other’s shoulders in such a huddle that many of them suffered gunpowder wounds and were partly deafened.

    Skulls crushed

    The Czar was killed on the spot, as were the Empress and Grand Duchess Olga, neither of whom could finish making the sign of the cross. Other members of the group were less fortunate. Because the Czarevitch and his three remaining sisters wore corsets thickly sewn with some 17 pounds of jewels, for long moments bullets fired at their chests continued to ricochet around the tiny room like hail, failing to kill them. First mystified, then enraged, the executioners, in a mayhem of billowing gun smoke, blood and shouts of terror, finished off their victims with bayonets and rifle butts — so viciously that some of the imperial party’s skulls, in the words of a forensic expert, were “crushed as though a truck drove over them.” The Bolsheviks’ manner of covering up the Romanovs’ execution, which was intended to remain a state secret, was equally savage and inept. Some drunken members of the local Yekaterinburg Soviet immediately broadcast the location of the initial burial site. It took Yurovsky two more days, amid a havoc of trucks breaking down or never showing up, to rebury the mangled corpses in another area of the Siberian forest, some 12 miles from Yekaterinburg. The city would soon be rebaptized Sverdlovsk, after Yakov Sverdlov, Lenin’s Minister of the Interior, who played a crucial role in the decision to eliminate the Romanovs.

    YES dEMONS are real they are called jew.

  16. bargain bob, don't try to jew me down says:

    My experience with this evil shit is, if you go looking for it you will find it.. and guess who is pushing it in the media, da fukin jews. next will be witchcraft 101 in H.S.

  17. S says:

    Everything in the Bible is both a guide for living, and a metaphor of sorts. It isn’t meant to be taken literally. A giant bearded White man isn’t going to descend from the sky and save us all from a demon with a pitchfork, sorry. God is within *us*; He has given us a gift since our birth, and it is the very gift or “essence” that the Devil (Jews) has been trying to take away for a very long time now. Like I said in a previous post, we belong in the stars, free and unrestrained, and that is something the Devil doesn’t want. He’s jealous of the gift given onto us and is disgusted by what we can achieve if left to our own (See: Third Reich). He feels the need to attach himself to us like a parasite and keep us miserable (most of all, UNDER HIM). That’s why we’ve been so dumbed down, poisoned, entertained, kept fighting with eachother and in such a daze for the last 70 years.

    Those who lack God in their life (IE: lots of partying, cheating, multiple partners, TV brainwashing, etc) are noticeably more unhappy than those who *do* have God in their life (IE: Reverse of everything I exampled). They try to fill the empty void they know is there but fail to acknowledge, with cheap material items and cheap sex whenever possible. This leads to misery and their own destruction.

    I don’t have a stupid, 6 year long study to support this; all you have to do is go look out your window.

  18. Comdr. Z says:

    THE SLAP

    I have a cousin who for the longest time, thought I was fixated on the invasion and the other aspects of the Jew conspiracy to destroy our nation and race. He thought I was just another nut job that was simply overreacting to a problem that didn’t even merit his attention. He’d been swallowing the liberal newscasts for decades and believed every word of their patent lies, like so many other duped whites in this country. I never talked to the man about the problem because I knew he was a lost cause, but even if the subject came up in passing and I happened to say something about it, he’d be all over me about being “fixated” on the subject. All that changed three days ago. My cousin had to take a trip to California to help his aging mother-in-law. He didn’t want to go, but sometimes we all have to do the right thing, even if it’s something we detest, and he definitely did not want to drive all the way to California and back. He hadn’t been to the state in over twelve years, and was totally unprepared for what he saw. He got slapped awake..hard…
    He had to go to Laguna California, a beautiful, sleepy little berg right on the coast that was made up mostly of wealthy or retired whites living in clean, quiet communities. Or at least it was the last time he was there. After a day there, he called me at home back in Oklahoma. He had called to apologize! He had seen firsthand what the wetbacks had done to this once beautiful gem of white culture, and he was horrified and in a state of shock. “Vic, the town is completely overrun! Almost all of the whites have fled and it’s now just an extension of Mexico! It’s wall to wall wetbacks here! They’re freaking everywhere! Vic, I called to apologize to you for saying you’re fixated. You were right. It’s a full blown invasion!” I didn’t have the heart to tell him right then that he was only seeing the tip of the iceberg down there. Almost all of California looks like that now, and the remaining towns that don’t, are currently under siege as wetbacks and their breeding sows cruise their back streets in search of some hovel they can establish a beachhead in. It’s only a matter of time, and not much of that before they completely take over California. Then the invaders will publicly declare it a part of Mexico and start stomping and evicting native whites and stealing their property. And if I know liberals as well as I think I do, they’ll hand over California without a fight, just to “promote racial harmony” or some such cowardly claptrap. Somebody shoot me before I go rabid…

    Well, since then he and I got the news that Mr. Chimps, that mulatto ghetto ( N WORD) that a pack of fools elected to the White House of all places, is doing exactly what a (N WORD) would do there; screwing up the country just as fast as his simian brain can manage it. He has just signed an “executive order”, which means he is overriding the wishes of the entire house, senate, and all the American people, and has made it illegal to deport wetbacks! No, I’m not kidding. And this means they get to stay and breed, breed, breed like these human roaches so love to do. Why would he do such a suicidal thing to America? Because he wants to stay in power, and he flat doesn’t give a rat’s ass how much damage he causes to do it. By signing that piece of treason into law, he has guaranteed himself millions of Latino votes. And that’s all he, Pelosi, Reid and their ilk care about..continuing their wild parties at 33,000 feet aboard Air Force One..at your expense! He has just committed a bold faced act of HIGH TREASON folks. He broke the law to sign that piece of shit into law. He should be arrested immediately! The ramifications of this outrage are beyond my ability to describe to you. The news that they can’t be kicked out means that the floodgates are wide open folks. Millions of thieving, murdering, greedy wetbacks will be flooding into America by the day! They’ll flat take over! That’s not an exaggeration. If this act of high treason doesn’t start the revolution, I’m at a total loss as to what will, or if one will ever come to pass. If the America people let this happen without a fight, they’ll be dooming America and their children’s future…

    I honestly can’t remember when I’ve been so angry. If that evil chimp were stupid enough to visit the southern states right now, the whites down here would pump him so full of lead they could use his body to make more bullets. And they’d be pre-greased to boot (if you could stand the stink). Actually, I’m still in a state of shock that this country could elect such a piece of shit. A declared white hating, communist, anti-American, God hating product of a white trash slut with a fancy for (N WORD), he spent his youth chasing white women, smoking crack and weed, boosting cars and doing all the other things worthless street apes love to do. Then the Jews chose him to groom for their final assault on America. A perfect puppet. Crafty, with a fast mouth, and the ambition all niggers have when it comes to money. Of course when they get some, they never do anything constructive or creative with it. Hell no. It’s parteee time in the ole’ pad tonite! Break out de crack, bros! The difference between Obungle and the rest of his evil kind is that he has a mission in life. To destroy whitey. He doesn’t give a rat’s ass what it does to his fellow apes or anyone else. He’s motivated by hate. Obungle feels cheated because he was born half (N WORD). So he talks and dresses like a white man, but he can’t think like one, and he sure doesn’t have the character or integrity of one. Like all (N WORD), he’s a cowardly snake in the grass that’ll stab you in the back in a heartbeat. Never face to face. That’s because he might get his ass kicked…

    OBONGO is guilty as sin of HIGH TREASON against the United States. So are all of his socialist cronies. They’ve seen what a failed philosophy socialism really is, but they cling fanatically to the ideal anyway because it’s the only vehicle that can lead people like them to power. It has nothing to do with trying to create a better world. That’s just propaganda for their dupe followers. No, it’s about power and money. Honest men could never advance in their arena because their morals would prevent them from pulling the stunts necessary to wrest government control. But our constitution means nothing to these criminals, and they’ve violated it repeatedly while white America remained sitting on its cowardly ass. And the more they sat, the more emboldened assholes like OBONGO became, until he finally pulled this latest great outrage. This is YOUR fault, America. You should have ousted that maggot long ago. Him and all his confederates. Yes I’m trying to slap you awake! YES! These bastards have painted us into a corner, and if we don’t act quickly, they’ll destroy what’s left of our home before you can say “wetback”. We are being invaded, and those God cursed socialists are responsible! How are you going to feel when your neighborhood is suddenly overrun with hundreds of thieving, arrogant Mestizos??? Hmm? Well it’s coming, and damned soon. Millions of the greedy bastards are pouring into our country as I write this because they have NO FEAR of being deported! Are you absorbing this? Hey, I hate to say it, but… I TOLD YOU SO! I’ve been warning you people for years that this day was approaching…

    So now you’ve got a choice to make. I pray you make the right one..for everyone’s sake…

    JOOM

  19. Loki says:

    At a White House lunch for the publisher and editors of the New York Times on January 16 [1975] the president revealed that the intelligence files contained material that it was against the national interest to reveal because it would “blacken the reputation of every President since Truman.” “Like what?” asked one of the editors. “Like assassinations!” replied Ford, adding hastily, “That’s off the record! ” It was, by any standards, an astonishingly ill-judged remark. Colby was told what Ford had said the next day. “I was stunned,” he recalls. “I just couldn’t figure out how it had happened. My conclusion is that it was just Ford being the straightforward guy he is. He’s not a Machiavellian, … and he was being pressed.”

    “I called Ford, “Henry,” trying to joke with him so he wouldn’t be so brutal but he usually was anyway, despite my attempts at humor. Ford began with me early, as he liked young girls. He was into fantasies and often liked for me to wear an eye mask. We had sex often, especially during the time Reagan was Governor of California. He liked violent sex-tying me up, handcuffs, spankings, slapping, and all that kind of S&M stuff. He enjoyed the whips and chains routine, and liked to tie me up with thick black leather straps. He slapped me frequently. Often after he satisfied himself sexually with me, blood would drip down my legs. It was so painful that I felt like I was not only splitting in my rectum or vagina, but the excruciating pain exploded up into my head and out my arms and fingertips. Gerald Ford required violent sex in order to orgasm. He joked about needing, “the chain gig in order to get off.” His jokes were very crude. He was in politics a long time and often traveled in political circles. He was “one of the good old boys” and had major Mob connections. He wore his own gun in a shoulder holster and was afraid for me to remove it. “I don’t trust you with the gun,” he said and he laughed. He was a short President and pretty hairy. While he was violent sexually he still was not as brutal as Ted Kennedy.
    Ford wore nice clothes, silk shorts and good quality suits, and he was very proud of them. For some reason, these mob guys were into expensive, quality clothes. I don’t know why that was, but image was very important to them. There was lots of mob involvement when Nixon was President and Ford was Vice President, and it didn’t stop when Nixon stepped down. Same mob involvement, just a few different players who were close friends of Jerry. Ford had more mob organizations behind him than Nixon did, so he had lots of people to give favors to when he was in the White House. He was very corrupt. He had to be in a wheelchair briefly for something. I don’t know what happened but they managed to keep it hushed up. He had a bandage like he’d been shot or wounded or operated on. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I felt a little safer when he was in the wheelchair. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in it long enough to suit my needs.
    Ford didn’t treat me like I was real. He often hurt me and was convinced that I was just a machine built for his pleasure. It was true that I was a non-thinking slave that obeyed every command, but it did register within me when I was abused and treated cruelly.
    …..After I had children, Ford teased me that he may have been the father of my child and he would ask me, “How’s junior?” He was responsible for a lot of the mob violence that happened to me during the mid to late 70’s. He always wanted to insure that I was ‘contained,’ so he even had his mob buddies come to my home to rough up my children and me.” Thanks for the Memories

    The local Michigan pornography ring was sanctioned by a criminal faction of our government. Government allowed the pornography to be distributed because they were interested in the effects of trauma on the human mind and wanted to locate children such as myself who had been sexually abused prior to the age of five. Child pornography was one means to locate us.
    The local Michigan politician who protected this Mafia pornography ring was Gerald Ford — the same Gerald Ford who became President and very much a reason why I ended up in a political realm of the MK Ultra mind control operation. When my father agreed to sell me, Gerald Ford came to our house and explained to my father how to raise me according to government specifications for mind control……It was there that I was subjected to the sexual perversions of certain politicians like Gerald Ford. I’m not saying Gerald Ford is a pedophile, a person who just rapes children. Instead, Gerald Ford is what I refer to as “tri-sexual”–he’ll “try” anything with anybody, any age, any time, any where, it doesn’t matter to him, as long as he can be in control. He had a perversion for power……It was while I was in Catholic Central that Gerald Ford became President. This devastated me. Not that I could even think about it by that time, because I couldn’t. I could only sense that if Gerald Ford was President, then people everywhere actually condoned child abuse and mind control.
    Sex, Lies, and Mind Control by Cathy O’Brien

    President Gerald Ford, a 33rd degree Mason, wears a necktie with the “cross of Baphomet” emblem of the occultic OTO and British satanist Aleister Crowley. The symbol is also worn by the Sovereign Grand Commander of Scottish Rite Freemasonry. http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/codex_magica/codex_magica23.htm

    “To the Members of Tulsa Scottish Rite Temple With best wishes, Gerald R. Ford 33°”
    More jew/mason dEMONS….

  20. Loki says:

    George W. Bush needs to experience the same treatment that, when he ordered it, gave him sexual gratification, probably the only kind he can get. He needs to experience Jewish Rule from the other end of the rope. So does Cheney and every other war criminal under them.

    Justice will be served only when Bush and his handlers are standing on the gallows in a smelly room, hard Manila ropes placed around their necks and the trap-doors let go beneath their feet. I dream of hearing the sound of their necks breaking.

    Only the sound of their necks breaking will stop the nightmare they have created for the Moslem world, and the nightmare they plan for us. Bush and his gang committed the worst war crimes in history, with the use of depleted uranium ammunition. They have consigned millions of us to very bad deaths, with four million pounds of uranium dust blowing through our lower atmosphere.
    The world is full of dEMONS.

  21. Loki says:

    There is another group of Americans that needs to drop through the trap door: The Zionist radio talkers. Limbaugh, Hannity, O’Reilly, the Savage Wiener and all the rest who have screamed and urged the destruction of Moslems. The Wiener wants millions killed now. All of them call for the nuclear bombing of Iran. These loudmouths talk and talk, knowing that their homicidal words please the Israelis. They need to be shown that vile words have consequences.

    The first thing we must do is get it in our minds that all war criminals must be hanged. We must stop acting as we have been programmed to act for generations, which is to acquiesce in every evil policy and law made up by these sadistic criminals. We, too, have been part of a huge Zionist program in mind-control. So far, we have not broken the spell cast by these masters of horror. They have millions of Americans believing that American brutality is a good thing. I believe the only way to break the spell is to call for their hanging.

    Eventually, we will get around to it.
    More dEMONS.

  22. george bush says:

    i don’t understand why jews were not mentioned in this article

  23. The white Adamic not mix race are the “ANGELS”!!!

    The jew swines,the negroes,indians,asians,are animal creatures created by fallen angels from animals.Fallen angels was throw to Earth 60 thousand years before creation of Adam and Eve.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CA8AmVrNXu4

  24. Frank Fredenburg says:

    The Battle Of Blood River

    December 16, 1838

    http://www.kinsmanredeemer.com/BloodRiverText.htm

    I don’t know if Incog has ever done an article on this battle, but if he hasn’t I hope he does someday! I don’t think I ever read about it before. If he does I hope News Cottage posts it on their site! I’ve noticed lately that the little graph on the side of the site that tells you what countries people are visiting from, has a number of hits from South Africa. It’s also getting hits from around the world. I hope this site is too! If any of the Whites visiting this site hasn’t read about this battle you should! It shows what Whites are capable of when they get stirred up. Also when they unite.

  25. Thrace says:

    PLEASE people look at this video! It’s a real mind opener! It is primordial that all of you know this information!
    Unfortunately this video has tremendously LOW view!
    Will you help me spread???

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRAc9_t9nt0

  26. Thrace says:

    P.S.
    JamesTheJust I would really like to talk to you in private!
    Here’s my YouTube account for you to contact me! I don’t want to post my personal e-mail address, of course!

    http://www.youtube.com/user/SmashLeftPropaganda

  27. JamesTheJust says:

    Ahhh, you got that from Skip’s site.

    I maintain two accounts. You can contact me at hear_me_LORD@yahoo.com

    Just let me know when you have and I’ll check it out. I don’t normally use that account.

    YAH bless.

  28. Thrace says:

    Thank you very much James, I will contact you as soon as I can on the address you gave me!
    I’ve been trying get ahold for quite a while, I must say you’re the most like minded individual I ever met…..
    I use to read your great posts ever since you posted on EU-TIMES. I used to post under “Romanian Man” over there. And only when I discovered the amazing website of IncogMan, I realized that you were commented here also!

    All the best to you, and all the comrades on this page and of course to Incog!

  29. Loki says:

    Maybe you’d heard about it before, but the former congresswoman, Cynthia McKinney, revealed on Iranian television last week that all candidates for the House and Senate must sign pledges to support Israel’s military superiority. If they don’t – no Jewish money and a guarantee of defeat in the election.

    Is there a political solution to this alien takeover? Both of the anti-war “maverick” Republicans, the darlings of the Libertarians and hard money believers, the Doctors Paul, pere et fils, said last week that Israel must be supported, or that Israel’s enemies must not be supported, or some such groveling. So Cynthia McKinney was right. There is no exception to the rule. The politicians can’t save us and let’s stop pretending they can.

  30. Loki says:

    Americans are living on myth. They want to believe that this is the freest country of all. Some of the smug ones say, well, where else would you want to live? America – not love it or leave it. It’s shut up or leave it.

  31. Loki says:

    One thing we don’t need is 535 bloodsucking parasites who signed pledges to support Israel ruling us from an artificial little enclave invented by megalomaniacal Freemasons centuries ago. It isn’t working and needs to be discarded.

  32. Eckhart says:

    Demons are attracted to those who have a keen interest in them.
    Get rid of any books, religious emblems, pictures, charms, or any thing related to the occult or magic. Many catholics who adorn their houses with candles and statues of Jesus and Mary are vulnerable, as the bible clearly tells us NOT to pray to statues
    (false idols).
    Sweep your house of these types of material things.
    If you watch shows on TV that are demonic, which is 90% of TV today, they are attracted to you. Satan is constantly looking for disciples.
    Other things which attract demons: pornography and drugs.
    These things have long been associated with satanic influence.
    I know, because I have had experiences and following this advice someone gave me helped me.

  33. Marshall says:

    WHOA Incog!!! Chicks here in FL act that way all the time, plus your celestial ceiling vision looks just like my Bumptop 3D Desktop!!! Download and enjoy, but don’t merge with the cosmos just yet, there’s still plenty of demonic Jew ass to kick!!!

    http://customize.org/bumptop/78952

    ZOZO the demon is real? The same one Jimmy Page named himself after?

    http://www.iamzozomovie.com/

    Be wise and pay heed as well GTRman. Zozo can smell your fear!!! 😀

  34. Thrace says:

    @Margarita Moore.
    May I ask where you got that information from? Do you have a link?
    I mean I was sure of those things long before I heard them from anybody else but I would like to educate myself even more, and in more detail or course!
    So do you have a link of a website or something?

  35. JamesTheJust says:

    Thrace,

    Have you tried http://www.christogenea.org

    William is a Greek and Ancient Historian. There’s plenty of meat there.

  36. Incog!

    Been awhile, my friend! Every time I have tired to get onto your site lately I have been unable. It’s unsettling.

    Even more unsettling than your story, because not logging onto Incog Man is real, and your story is BS… Just joking!

    I totally believe you.

    How can those idiot savants accomplish impossible calculations is seconds?
    How could Jesus tell the future?
    How could pets and people know when their loved ones are in trouble, even when they aren’t around?
    How the hell do I know who is calling me half the time?

    How the hell could I tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars in the parking lot; that the best place to find a gun is the in the glove compartment of the brown pickup truck; that I can run a half mile flat out before my hands start shaking and that the guy behind the bar weighs 225 and knows how to handle himself?

    🙂

    How the hell can people deny their intuition when it is pretty much what we live by?

    Like, for example, the intuition that out race, nation, civilization, and culture is under murderous assault by organized jewry?

    I knew it a long time ago and made the conscious decision not to lie about it, particularly to myself; but also not to deny that truth to others, that is if it can be done without trashing their and my short term otherwise okay plans, hopes and agendas.

    PS, Incog: probably a good thing you didn’t cave into temptation on that one.

    Everybody else: allovertheplace says a big Hello

  37. Thrace says:

    Of course, James!
    It is one THE best websites I have ever discovered! 😉
    Also “The Saxon Messenger” ( http://saxonmessenger.christogenea.org/ ) is very good and also “Thy Weapon of War” is amazing! ( http://thy-weapon-of-war.blogspot.com/ ).

    I am spreading the news to as many people as I can here in Romania, all my family is well informed now, and also to strangers. Some are open, some are IDIOTS, who are laughing, you know, fucking blinded Liberal scum, just like the majority of other Europeans and White Americans, just want to listen to their MTV shit, and stuff like that! I could just shoot them! But they will wake up soon…..whether they like or not!

  38. American says:

    Great story, bud! You know the jews are gonna hate this one, with the woman obsessed and beating down Incog’s door just to get to him. 🙂

    I DUMP ISRAEL EVERY DAY!

  39. anti-zionist says:

    couldnt get on this site yesterday either!!not cool

  40. Wesley Spooks says:

    I would have fucked her.

  41. Quarksnarl says:

    A demon lover tale that ends in samadhi.

    Following Machiavelli’s advice to always appear unpredictable to your enemies (many of which used to be friends), Incog?

    Good for you.

  42. MJ says:

    You did experience a real encounter with an angel and demon.

    Unbelievable.
    Wow, incogman writes a great story, for a change we can all believe in.

  43. G Ranch says:

    Hi. I enjoyed this story very much, as I enjoy your entire collection of articles. Thank you. I would like to share with you something that occurred to me. I took my son to Salzburg Austria, the two of us on a little tour of our own making. He was 13. We went to a beautiful church on a Sunday morning, by chance arriving 30 minutes before the service was to start, our real intention was to visit the nearby castle. I decided to go inside and sit down quietly.

    The ceilings extremely high, a long deep Catholic church with a few elegant raised platforms sticking out of the side walls, about 12 feet off the ground, at the far end.

    At one moment a group of about 8 men and women on one platform began singing a religious song in German, with an organ behind them, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Unexpectedly I broke into tears, streaming down my face, emotion I had never felt. A message came to me–that I knew the source of evil in the world, that there was true evil and I was aware of it. A spiritual messenger was in that church, confirming to me that many of those who call themselves jews are evil; the only explanation for their behavior.

    I am resolved to “compassionate avoidance”– exercising my human right to avoid jews and discourage their participation in things that effect me, while at the same time being realistic that I can not change that the majority of people have been deceived into thinking otherwise. A peaceful existence with my surroundings. There are things I can not change and those that I can avoid.

  44. Leslie says:

    Excuse me!!!!!!!!! I am a christian and Jesus was a jew. I take complete offense to your remark. Now to explain what happened in tis story….. It was a test from God. He believes in us and the Devil doesn’t and wants us to fail. The key is that you ave to stand tall and do what is truly right. The girl was demonic and you should have put “it” in its place. Also a demon’s weakness is its name. And James…. are you sure youre not a demon? You don’t stand for the bible like someone who knows it and reads it.

  45. SBD TV says:

    Neat little video on the history of the Bible:……………………………..[464]

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHWVWw9gJT8

  46. Gauleiter Helen Thomas says:

    Sounds like a late post but I figured you might obtain some insight from the fact that I went through a very similar nightly experience myself. It was quite a while back and happened prior to the time you wrote up this post. There was no obscure confrontation with some female interloper or other possessed being on that particular day, nor did I experience any psychologically defining or “eureka” moment as far as I can remember.

    Regardless, I experienced the exact same light-show display while dosing off on a couch in my basement. Unlike what you went through, I didn’t notice the display disseminating from my ceiling in particular. Rather, I was already in a lucid-dream like moments prior to the event. The last scenery I recall was that I was dreaming that I was pulling a bicycle out of a garage while walking it on an open path while out of nowhere…BAM! I was all of a sudden staring at a black night sky with a flashing plasma cloud with indigo/violet lightning strikes, just like in your Photoshop description. Instead of feeling a full body “kundalini” like reverberation, I felt a strong localized pressured pulse coming from the part of the forehead known as “the third eye”. My experience probably lasted a similar length of time as yours…except I had the guts to speak to it, asking to the level of “Are you the self-proclaimed “God”?” in some broken German I had the nerve to concoct out of my head for some odd reason (a language I hardly speak and have nothing more but casual exposure to)…until the sky-daddy like voice retorted a “no” and responded with the words “Ich bin uber alles” until the scene dissipated. I thought it was quite funny, only wishing the dialogue had lasted longer so the cloud and I could discuss trolling Jewry together.

    Perhaps this entity is an “anti-Semitic” alien force seeking to enlighten and guide people like us in our sleep 🙂

    Hope you find this entertaining.

    Cheers.

  47. J. Samson says:

    Sometimes, I think people can’t be real. There are demons in the world (more than angels). How can it be? that someone makes poison Pizza! And exists? They look like demons and two stores are next to each other. Well, my stomach hurts now so I really am believing in demons in human form here now. By the way, can anyone tell me what happens when we die? There’s my proof.

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