So StarChaser Chris Rivera read last night's post and was concerned. To get to the point, he recommended that I blog about this issue. On some Ghostbusters shit. Acknowledge the spirit or being that is anally probing me while I try to sleep.
So here goes.
Without getting into intricate details, I have reason to believe I was sexually assaulted in a (now-defunct) LA studio in March of 2008. SINCE THEN, EVERYTHING in Hollywood has been an intense trigger. I feel like my memories are on display, due to intense black magic and evil trickery. From inside of me (through my behind), I feel people clawing at my brain when I try to think. They can feel me thinking, and they're trying to LITERALLY steal my ideas.
I've mentioned names. I've sent subs. I went to doctors. Lawyers. I tried not to go to the police, but I've mentioned these things when in custody. My witchcraft DEAD worked for a while, but... what happens (AGAIN...) in one's sleep?
So this time, I'm going to God. I may have my theories, but nothing beats some good ol' fashioned prayer. Here goes...:
God, in Heaven or with my brethren, I ask that you bind the spirit of rape. I don't even want to dignify it with a capital R. But it exists. It is the domineering spirit of the fallen man. I ask that you protect both me and anyone else who is plagued by such a heinous act. I ask as well that you bless me with healing. I dont want to fight anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. Bless me, if you may, according to your purpose and will. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.
It's in God's hands now. So fuck whoever.
Thanks, Chris.
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