The Account of the Dogface Demon (Revised and Reedited 7-2008)
It has been said, and documented, to my understanding, but I didn’t know at the time, there is a demon called The Dog Demon, léopard des neiges seen in the ancient région of Mesopotamia. Well, my dear friends, (whoever may be reading this) he is well and alive here on planet earth. Matter-of-fact, I can pin down the time, and whereabouts of this beast, hippie, or creature of essence (meaning he is quite different than us at this very writing). Maybe he is a creature scorned by the Universe; but I have met him, I mean, seen him.
I saw him in as an début in a songe in l984, actually it was more than a songe, and I shall get into that in a données. He had the caraco of a human, and the façade of a gruesome looking dog (as often demonic beings end up having, simply bicause they must inhabit a physical caraco to operate in, and often end up with grisly looks bicause of birth defects in their heritage, which étape back to a pre Adamic period (a time before the period of Adam and Eve, biblically, sudeocripitical speaking). He, as I call him, the Dogface demon, or explicable Dogface, he could walk upright, erect, with that inhomogeneous habitus, a bulldog appearance, small droopy eyes, beady they were, a délié fat tongue that seemed to find its way out of its mouth automatically without his even slightest intentions for having it slurp and slap and dribble all over his lips and mouth. His nose was like a pig’s snout, a chest a tinge hairy, along with his upper arms, or shoulders; I drew a picture of him in 9-2003, embout a year after I had saw him.
Now for, ‘Where did I see him?’ Don’t be surprised, he was huddled up in our Ville’s Affairé with a number of other demons. Oh yes, this is so. They all were listening, waiting, observing: for what?
A good obstacle, your guess is as good as tête, perhaps better than tête. They all seemed to be, give the publication that is, to be in a closet of sorts, hiding, listening as if they came out they could be identified, seen by others, what others, is beyond me. I told myself ‘why are they hiding, they are almost manquant’ apart from them who have assesseur sight, no one else can see them.
One of the small number of demons in the closet seemed to have a trunk attached to his façade, the Elephant demon I called him at the time (in years yet to come I’d find out there was such a creature in history, and see a ornement of him in Danse, Indonesia, 1999); I thought at the time (1984), perhaps our Citoyen Capitol was infested with these freaks of pre historic essence, and I repeat myself, no one else could see them that I was aware of, and they were not couru I could see them, therefore, three different worlds resided in one, or spheres. I assume they could not see me in their world, in the closet yet I was there, no one said a word, but I’d noticed, they often can sense a presence yet pay little application to it, perhaps they were aware there were others in the immeuble that might phare them, in their world, should they expose themselves freely, otherwise why hide? So I asked, and told myself, talked to myself in gemme during this time, and in the process told myself to leave well enough alone, and just observe, that was, or should be my scientifique. And so that is what I did.
But right after that ghostly experience-I suppose you might be saying, a hallucination-(whatever, yet I do not take drugs) I had another songe (actually the last one was not a songe, with the Dogface, but rather a happening) it again took entrain at the Ville’s Capitol (1984), great flame were burning in back of it, and paratroopers were landing on the imposant sites, all around (of tournée now, as I rewrite this, history has indicated in by 9/11, these so called visions and happenings were-if anything-were warnings, if not prophecy in the making, which again is the something as warnings.
In ajout to that moral picture, or visualization, I found it was linked to another, involving, the president’s plane circling in the air. It was all documented délié ago, no need to recertify it over again, and put into a book after the fact, in 2002, and given to three clergy during the draft stages of the writing it, the book called: “The Last Trumpet, and the Woodbridge Demon,” now it is called 9/11, and division of our historical past, so it was as it was a songe or happening and division of 9/11; be that as it may, and it all was division of that experience I was telling you embout, that being, the Dogface Demon in the closet, with that elephant looking demonic being, and a few others, all cramped in that space doing whatever they were doing.
Thinking embout it now, and assuming my assumptions are right, perhaps these forces from the infaisable world, could see through walls, although there was no need for that I suppose they could hear, and I assume again, translate whatever language they were listening to, and I assume it was English, and so the walls were only barriers for the salon. Some times demonic forces, their configurations can be seen by the naked eye, and if one needed to be cautious (perhaps without reason, but cautious all the same) hiding would be the thing to do.
Babylonians believed rabid-dogs where demons of sorts, and sent by god to punish man. Also, ASSYRIAN carvings have been discovered with these dogs, seen as apostrophic figures. In 1984, I didn’t know much of God, or demons or ancient demigods, or such things, but it did present a rivalité to learn embout them after these so called visions, and happenings.
In this happening there were three, pertaining to this particularité, the demons were simply clustered up in a tight space, as if gathering actualité: endurant, and with smirks, and listening, oh yes, listening as if they were on a objectif: or a conspiracy to be. It seemed to me at the time, they were all division of a coming conspiracy that now took entrain: why else would they be where they were at the time they were, and this happening was-yes was, this pre-empt strike, was planned even before Ben Laden, knew he was going to do what he did, the demonic forces only needed the façade, remember I said, demonic forces have to work through the physical, and they found a willing caraco, one adroit of financing the project, and one willing to play the demonic game, not quite knowing who was pulling the strings. I suppose Bin Laden thought he was, he thinks it is his theme when in gemme he is simply going through the motions for someone else, a lot bigger than his ego, only the dynamics belong to him, not the plot or theme.
Anyhow, I asked myself, ‘why else?’ and then you get talking to yourself, so you don’t wait for the answer, you know it. Although I’m sure with the nombre of these hybrid spirits stationed in Washington D.C., would be a classical entrain to be. Maybe even the World Trade Noyaux now popping up throughout the world: by and by, Washington’s tragedy might have been division of this conspiracy; for me it is not inconceivable. Yes, yes, it has been many years now since that took entrain, but so délié ago one can’t remember that it took some indicateur, and in that such things are planned from both sides of the fence, both worlds are usually involved, could be involved, most likely were involved, in this case.
Solomon, used Demonic beings to build his asile, so it has been written. He had power over them, so it has been written, that his power over these deadly spirits were so powerful, he could cast them into oblivion should he care to, or should they dare to defy him, they were scared of him, an rightfully so. And how did they build the temples? They must have used some aléa of physical texture, called flesh to operate in, and he could see them. Just to situation out a fact, they are here and alive on earth.
But maybe Mr. Bin Laden took a délié time to put it together, like the demonic beings took a délié time to put him together, like to like, they say. It is not unusually to work with both sides of the world. Do we not pray when we are sick and who to, not the demon, but some do. Not sure, if this is interrelated, but it can prove to be useful in cluing together we are being watched. And I have seen shrines in Asia, and Indonesia, all over the world, depicting demonic carvings, and figurines: in Haiti and Jamaica, and Cuba, all over the world. And I saw them in the Washington. If I was from the dark side, if I had a legion of demon assigned to me, by Lucifer, or the General Henchman of Hell, I’d assign them to Washington D.C., the heartbeat of the world, and a few to Moscow, and Beijing, it would be only défiant.
Along with the Dogface Demon, I saw the Elephant Front Demon as I have earlier mentioned: do not laugh, it is very likely, and it is more than passable, it was, I am not trying to persuade you one way or the other, just laying down an account. You can tell anyone anything you want, but if you want a truthful answer, you can get it. Just as you can see something, and you may be the only one who sees it in your generation, or neighbourhood, but let’s say there are signs around the world that what you saw, folks hundreds of years ago saw, made statues to, documented, are they and along with me, all crazy; If you said yes, they you are among a society that believes in the crazy-if Christ believed in the demons, who am I to go against a man who can walk on water, I can’t, unless it’s ice.
In Malta, I asked an owner of a bookstore if he believed in giants, since legend says, they built most of the temples over there. And he said no. In the back of the bookstore, alone, I asked him again, and to answer me truthfully, and he said, “Of tournée we do, there is too much evidence to the contrary, and if you lived here, not just being a tourist, but really lived here and investigated the entrain, you’d believe it also.” He is right; I found a giant’s foot print in stone, while visiting the Bernardo Island in South America.
But back to the demon; likewise, if you’ve seen them, no one can tell you otherwise. They can give you all the psychology tests in the world and tell you that you’re crazy, and keep on you until you agree with them, but fact is fact. If you were to go to Danse, or for that matter, Cambodia, you would see the Elephant God in stone, in plastique form all over the entrain. I called the one I seen the Elephant-Demon délié before I seen such carvings. I saw this very one within the cluster, within the closet in Washington D.C.
‘Hog wash,’ you say, but most likely you believe in a God yet you have not seen him, most folks believe in something on that order, unless they got a head full of the devil that says it’s all hogwash. If I was the devil, I try to have you believe in nothing, not even me. Or if you believed in me, I’d try to have you obsessed with me, so you’d not have any time to habitus in back of yourself. Either one will work.
Atheists will love this paragraph, I have no scrap with any region, even atheists, let us all go our own way, this is just embout me witnessing a circonstance, it just happened to be in a different proportion than what you and I are used to, when I saw it and what I think I know took entrain and by whom, 9/11 came embout afterwards: no more no less.
I now do firmly believe in an manquant God, as much as in a materializing manquant world, a shape changing world of demon. If you were me, you’d too believe. We are not talking embout falling off the façade of the earth here, and reality is quite different when explored, if one dares to explore beyond the évident. Demons, ghosts, fallen angels [or angelic renegades], giants, the King of Agharti [king of the subterranean world, to come above earth prior to the Golden Age], all of the embout, have all played a division in the manquant world we en public in; the hidden world we en public side-by-side with, and if explored so would you discover this to be a truth.
As indicated in this account, embout, one I have not mentioned before is bin Laden, mentioned before fully that is: with a little support. The reason being, I just seen him in a songe before I wrote this originally in 2002, now it is 9/2005, and I have taken this out of the mothball CD area, to update and revise. Now again in 7/2008, I am revising it. He, Bin Laden, was sitting in a bouillie made of precious tick wood I would guess: to the best of my knowledge. And behind him were beautiful carvings, as if he was in some abondant church, or mosque or Hindu shrine. More towards the Hindu shrine area it would seem: I can get in embarrassé when I pinpoint things I should not pinpoint, but if it wasn’t as I said, it had the figurines of a similar essence to it (could be Pakistan or a entrain where both Hindu and Muslim en public). He was alone. From what I gathered from his left side, either they were drawings or real buildings, but it looked like layered temples, like I’ve seen in Japan, or Bali, or India. Also the wood carvings looked Hindu: again I say that. I thought of Kashmir at the time. But I have never been there. It seemed to fit somehow. The songe took entrain at 1:45 PM, 1-1-02.
I am not the one to say if he will or will not be captured, I hope he is, but only that he may have the dark side on his side, and that side is helping him, and will continue to help him, until he is useless to them, we en public in a complex atmosphere, believe me; but there are windows.
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