This polemic agitator is furtively at the edge of the santos.
The dimensions of spirits range.
I mention above of one spiritual attack recently from this man who is abusing the demon forces to advance his own agenda here.
He refuses to depart his position.
The higher spirits disagree with this attack.
I saw two days ago that the representation of his lower jaw had been crushed up and then turned to stone, his teeth melded together.
Some time later this was spread to the area representing his face around his lower jaw.
In that place, it would mean he was silenced forever times. No more incantaions or whispers.
He sure did upset some to have that done.
Here, one table lamp died blew in the bedroom. I changed the fuse and the bulb but it was dead. It was a closed ceramic vase style lamp.
When i went to turn it on after changing the fuse and bulb, not only did it not work, but also the roof centre light flickered constantly and after i took the table lamp out from the 13 amp wall power socket.
The roof light flickered like crazy until i turned that one off.
The roof light is on a different circuit altogether.
I turned it back on and it did the same flickering for a while, then sowly went towards being normal before I got bored and turned it off anyway and left the room.
Then as I went into the big room, that roof light flickered like crazy too. But thats on another-another circuit as well.
All these circuits have 100 milliamp micro switches that flick off at the fuse box at the merest hint of a short.
Nothing else was wrong in the house like this anywhere else. just the bedroom and the flickering lights following me around the house.
I took another table lamp from another table and plugged it in the same wall power socket of the dead lamp. it worked perfectly. and the roof lamps stopped flickering, regardless of the replacement lamp being plugged in or out.
so back to the attacker after this wierd event of dead table lamps and flickering lights ( never happened before in this house as I can recall);
Later still, i saw this stone effect had spread to his fingers and was making its way up the representation of his hands. No more moving tose at all. I saw that he was frozen and blocked where he was, and spiritually being turned to stone by and by.
That takes up to yesterday night. Today, i see this spirit person in whole being gradually evolving into permanent stone all over while forzen in the same spot, only his eyes moving with abject fear in them.
I should maybe mention the spirit of Radolfo, if thats the correct spelling. ah. he says it doesnt matter. he is standing to my left now in his ecumenical robes that he was wearing when he died in what is now northern Spain, of plague. He abandoned his position tending the towns people who had run before the tyranny of the invading Islam in 1247 Valencia into the mountains of what they called the Castille, which is basically Catalonia ( the mountains). His vision is only about 5 feet six inches tall and slightly built. His presence is of such ...care and understanding in action, born of his life's wisdom and knowlege. I highly evolved spirit indeed. who feels he can do more from where he is as travel seems to be a call upon his time and time is there before all humanity, he says in a dialect of Spanish you might think rough in comparison to today. But, his thoughts although formed so, are transparent as they come.
He says it may have been another disease but mostly they called diseases like he died of, plague.
I ask him about time, and he tells me he travels where he goes. where he goes, i ask?
he says humanity changes soon and men of steel will leave their homes for the sky, and never return. he says those that remain are few and only care takers of nature out of...a duty? interest? maybe a calling then? ah. a devotion to the natural. yes, thats what he means.
op. he's gone. called to be elsewhere. he looked at something, excused himslef and left.
While i have been writing this, i see that this attacker has now been almost fully made to stone, and very oddly in my opinion, some beings have lifted him from his frozen spot and moved him through a void to put him in a sort of museum of statues that has the function of being visited for the content of its stone figures. a long description of deeds and choices has been attached to this man there for all to understand. I
wonder as to the relevence of this notion in its meaning. one of the movers explains to me that he was always there, sort of. the other explains that he made msitakes. i see that this room is almost endless in its contribution.
always in twos or threes or more.
pairs or more.
anyway i put the dead lamp in the garden yesterday morning and there have been only normal events since then electrically. Its vase contains an evil work, and the trees around it are not happy it having been made. they want it kept where it is, they told me. th evil inside will be slowly absorbed into the earth.
i can tell you what it ws comprised of but its rather long winded and not good to show this knowlege to the unselected. another time perhaps.