Diary, February 9, 2026

Alright, I’m going to get into this. I left out some important information, but here’s what I have to say. Before the time I described in my previous diary entries, I was going through a self-deliverance process. What led up to it was that one day, after being fed up with being assaulted every time I slept and believing I was delivered when I wasn’t, I found myself in a closet area planning to ask demons a few questions. That day, I learned how to multiply my commands, and my authority grew because I understood how to do it. I was trying to get deliverance, though I didn’t yet grasp how it worked back then. I remember asking questions, thinking I’d uncovered a lot of information—calling out names of demons I believed were in me and writing them down. At some point, I began commanding a spirit of Lucifer, using him to get information from other demons, since Lucifer holds himself high in the demon world and knows a lot. I wanted him to reveal secrets, so I kept commanding him, and eventually, I began to understand how to multiply my authority.

Back in 2016, when I began to multiply my authority, I was commanding the demons within me with powerful commands. A lot happened during that time, though it’s a bit fuzzy now. I remember repeatedly invoking the spirit of Lucifer, seeking answers, and using my multiplied authority. I thought I found some answers in a notebook—though I have no idea where it came from, since I was broke—but there I was, with a pen or pencil, writing things down as I commanded the demons. I believed I had gained insight, but it turned out to be something else. I kept commanding the spirit of Lucifer, even sending him to bring me whatever I wanted from Father God. When he returned, I didn’t let him in, fearing I’d be damned, yet somehow he got back into my body. Still, I thanked God regardless of whether my plan worked. After that, I felt anointed, full of faith, and incredibly powerful—though I’m still unsure how powerful I truly was. I thought I was on the path to leading a great Christian life, but as with many things, it all went wrong. Everything I had was taken from me overnight because of a crucial mistake.

At that point, the whole world felt like mine to do whatever I wanted, but as with all things, I had to fight for it at first because I was very new to the anointing and to building the mountain of faith within me. I remember a time back then when I didn’t yet have that mountain of faith, and I think it was after I’d sent the spirit of Lucifer to fetch me something. I commanded Negroth, a spider demon that clones people, along with a succubus and another succubus within me, to go into the closeted area where I went to pray, believing it was my prayer closet—though it probably wasn’t. I completely forgot about it, and in that lapse, my space, which was mine, not theirs, was taken over by demons and a nephilim giant. I admit this was my mistake. What happened next was that the nephilim giant did something foul: he placed a predated clone of my hand on my base chakra, and perdition spread upward through my chakras. I panicked, not knowing what to do, and ran outside into the dead of winter at the end of December, hugging a tree while partially predated, thinking I might die. Eventually, I decided to go back into the house, even though I feared my family might be predated. Back in the closeted area, the nephilim giant repeated the act, placing the clone’s hand on my chakra again, and the corruption spread to my mind’s eye and crown. That’s when I felt truly predated. I mentally screamed at him—not commanding, but demanding—that he undo whatever he had done. Eventually, he did something that made my chakra hurt intensely. I returned to the closeted area again and prayed a prayer given to me by Father God, and in that moment, I was given all new minds, all new spines, and all new...

I started to feel much better, but I kept pushing myself to continue the deliverance instead of resting. I was rebuking them and doing things when I should have paused to better understand my situation. Things changed so quickly—one moment I was commanding demons, the next I was being threatened and attacked by succubi, and I didn’t resist. Even an alien princess with blue skin tried to attack me, and then Lucifer attempted the same. Later, an incubus named Arshyl tried, which made me very unhappy, but something happened, and I got up, rebuking them again. The whole self-deliverance experience was intense, and I made mistakes by not resting. I thought the deliverance could go on forever until I was freed, but that wasn’t what I was told in my spirit. I felt powerful at times, but I remember Arshyl, a vampire-incubus hybrid, trying to rip me open at my appendix surgery scar, causing my guts to spill out before I was rejuvenated by my mountain of faith. He kept repeating it, and I kept restoring myself. They swirled around me, vampires trying to tear me apart—one even took my heart. It was terrible, but I endured, forgetting later that the succubus had done that when I died.

I didn’t die from them, but I did after confiding in the spirit of Lucifer, who was in me. That’s when he easily gained access to my heart and mind, and it became the worst day of my life because they couldn’t be cast out through normal deliverance. The spirit of Lucifer wept and cried, and I cried too, trying to speak the truth about how he fell from heaven and how foolish it was when he could have just asked Father God about what he didn’t understand. Instead, he gave access to all of Legion, and though I understood, it was too late. He allowed a Nephilim giant into my heart and mind, and gave demons—who didn’t know how to enter—free access. That day, I lost all my privacy and secrecy, exposing everyone around me to these demons, who could feel what I felt, hear what I heard, and invade the private moments humans cherish without condemnation. They knew everything about me, refused to leave, and felt entitled to stay. I remember pleading with them to come down, but they wouldn’t listen. I tried to command them, not knowing you could do that to demons deep in your heart and mind, and then he came down like lightning—it was the spirit of Lucifer. The whole experience was traumatizing and invasive; I had zero privacy, they saw my most private parts, and it only made them want to stay even more.

I was feeling what I thought was anger and confusion, and I didn’t know how to get rid of those feelings. I tried to repent, but the spirit of Lucifer stopped me, which didn’t upset Father God but left me upset and confused. I wondered again how to remove them, even trying to read the Bible to torment them, which worked since demons can’t read the Bible. That night, I had no peace, but I remembered that the spirit and anointing of David entered me, and as of now, he’s still with me. Later, as night turned to day, spiders attacked me, which I believe Lucifer had a hand in. They came out in force, targeting only me, and I think the demons may have summoned them. That night, I say I died at their hands when they took my heart without me realizing it. I collapsed again on the blow-up mattress, and that’s what happened. Remember, I had placed the blood of Yahshua around the perimeter of 7113 W Beckett Ave, and if anyone can help remove it, it needs to be done.

What happened to me at the end of 2016 was a complete disaster, and it could have been avoided. I believe the demons might have used the excuse that I was targeted, which is what I thought had happened. I let them into a closed-off area, but I still think my mountain of faith was what allowed them into my heart and mind. That’s exactly how I feel in my spirit, and why I’m so flabbergasted and unable to understand what transpired. In my mind, my faith has to be the reason—what else could it be? I just want everyone to understand how I feel about this whole situation.