Doors Open (part 2)

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I thought that as long as they were following me, they were just wasting their time and that I didn't want to do anything against them, I ignored them and basically forgave them because of their obvious mental problems thinking that, other people also realized their "difficulties." Yet, I soon discovered that other people had not noticed their illness because the two bigots were able to fool anyone with their fake but apparently very reassuring smiles that made people believe that these two were good people. I did not immediately pay attention to an event, however, that was happening more and more frequently. When I would encounter them, even for a minute when they would pass me by, I would get a very strong headache that would start in my eye, like a sting, and spread from that as if it were a "worm" moving inside my brain and causing very strong, but mostly instantaneous headaches. Literally I could feel one hemisphere of my brain "swell" and start pulsing so fast that it seemed to want to explode at any moment: but how was it possible that all this was happening in half a minute if until a few moments before I was feeling fine? The sensation was just like that of a syringe going into the eye, and then from there the poison sprayed inside expanded to become like a worm stretching and then moving inside the head. In the meantime, it became more and more frequent that suddenly, as soon as I saw them, a strong anger would assail me that seemed almost unmotivated to be so excessive and I thought I should hold it back, I should calm down. But the headache was so strong that coming to a conclusion was really difficult. I would carry out an immediate and strong Healing session on myself and, with a lot of practice, it would pass. Yes, it would pass, but with a lot of practice, not a little. But I didn't pay attention to it right away and began to think that it might be stress; I know what you are thinking as you read these lines, but I wanted to believe that it was stress, that it was me who was "feeling annoyed" because of the situation they were making me live, because these two people were stalking me in a way that I had never experienced before, although I had encountered several stalkers before and had experienced many negative situations. But the reason I was not reacting against them was because I did not want to take it out on two people who had mental problems. I always thought that against dark aliens I should be a beast, while with humans I wanted to be good. That's why I founded the Academy, that's why I always decided and kept my promise that I wanted to help people to Awaken without ever asking for their money in return, because I wanted to be different from the people I see around, I wanted to be good. Therefore, because I was always of this idea, I wanted to be patient and let flow what those two people were making me experience, I wanted to have mercy and hope that they would realize the harm they were doing to me and decide to stop. Yet, on all sides, I had always known people who took advantage of my intention to want to be good, kind and helpful to everyone, not only to exploit me, but to do the worst things against me. But no one had gone that far. Because I did not react aggressively but always kept my cool, these two people increased the doses of their nastiness. These two bigots, who until recently had been two perfect strangers to me, so much so that I used to call them "she" when we greeted each other for Christmas greetings-to imply the enormous distance between us-had suddenly become two malicious people who for no logical reason had decided to rail against Alexander and me. They kept phoning each other, to him saying that we had to break up because otherwise god would punish us for our impure acts -- that is, because we were engaged -- and toward me they were putting on a good face, smiling and saying that this was not true at all, and that for my sake I should go to church. 

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Their voices sounded so sour that they sounded as if they had drunk varechina before calling us. Then they would call back, completely zeroed in, as if they were other people, denying everything they had said just before and pretending to be "happy to hear from us." The situation quickly took a very dark turn. The bigoted lady, when she "casually met" me on the street or in the store, would come up and in a tone of voice that sounded exactly like that used in horror movies by "possessed people" would claim and insist that I would have to get away from Alexander, after which, that I would have to have my uterus and ovaries removed so that I could not have children. I took her words almost as if they were a joke, because of how surreal and off-the-wall they were, so in a calm tone I replied that I had no reason to have my uterus removed, and that she should think of herself and not me; she replied, "No, you don't understand, you don't understand! You have to go and have your uterus removed, I'll make an appointment for you with my gynecologist, and you will have to have your uterus and ovaries removed!" I was 23 years old and perfectly healthy, and I wasn't going to report this lady because I thought that, of relatives, you need to have mercy. So I simply ignored her and pretended she didn't exist. Again, when she met me on the street, in the store, anywhere, she repeated that I absolutely had to go to her gynecologist and that she was arranging for me - against my will! - an appointment for me to have surgery to remove my uterus and ovaries. For a while I let it go. At the umpteenth provocation, of course I began to warm up: I looked her straight in the eye and told her that if she tried to get some corrupt mentally ill gynecologist to call me who tried to insist that I go there for surgery without me having any problems some, I would go and sue her and that damn gynecologist. She opened her eyes wide, immediately smiled, through clenched teeth and with a disgusted smile: she replied that it was absolutely not true, that she had not said those phrases at all and, smiling, told me that I had imagined everything. Since I didn't drink alcohol while she and her husband were two severe alcoholics, since I never took drugs or drugs that affected my mind unlike her who took psychotropic drugs, I didn't have nor ever had visual or auditory hallucinations, I didn't understand with what nerve a person could first yell at me and then say that I had imagined everything. But when she said that, such anger would rise up in me that I would risk yelling at her so loudly that people might argue that I was in the wrong; and because I know so well people's misunderstandings and how easy it is for them to point the finger at the victim by accusing her of being the culprit, I tried to restrain myself and let it flow. I had other things to think about and did not want to waste my energy nor did I want to be brought down by those two sick bigots. But she began to set the stage by exploiting gossip among elders: doesn't that little girl go to church? Then she must be impure, evil, possessed by the devil! She started talking to other people, more and more, spreading rumors that I was evil, yelling at her and saying a lot of terrible phrases, and that she was the victim, suffering these bad accusations from me. She was completely reversing the story, so much so that their relatives began to target me, thinking that I was the one who was bothering her and they didn't know, instead, what those two mentally ill people were doing to me. What could I care about two guys with whom I was not even familiar? Yet, the two bigots began to create a cloak of gossip about Alexander and me in order, according to them, to force us to go to church: other relatives they had contacted began to target us and insist, too, that we should go to church because otherwise we would grow devil's tails. I couldn't believe it, these were forty- and seventy-somethings who really believed in the possibility that we might grow little red tails behind our asses.

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But I began to realize that their mental illness was really serious when the cashier at the store where I rather recently started shopping-a woman I did not know and had never spoken to before except to ask her to give me the bags to put the groceries in! - stopped me to ask where I lived and then asked me to behave well with that lady, referring to the bigot, because she poor thing was suffering because I was treating her badly. I was astonished but at that moment, also from my haste to fill grocery bags, I did not immediately understand the seriousness of the situation. That possessed bigot was sowing some sort of collective idea that I had done something wrong to her and making people believe that it was because of me and Alexander if she was feeling "stressed." One evening I was with Alexander in the park taking a walk, a boy we knew by sight but with whom we were not familiar, who was a little older than we were, stopped him to ask him to call these two bigots and get in touch because they were very displeased with how the two of us had behaved toward them. But what exactly were we going to do? We phoned them to ask for an explanation and to find out what the heck they were making up about us and saying around: they told us that it wasn't true and shouted at us that if we had gone to church all this wouldn't have happened, that it was only our fault, that we didn't go to church, if people thought badly of us, and that they had nothing to do with it. We went to their house, to confront them face to face, and they were denying everything about that phone call, denying that we had just heard each other over the phone and denying what we had said to each other over the phone. Every damn time I thought I wanted to take pity on them because they were two old men who were mentally ill, I thought if I reported them I would ruin what miserable short life they had left, and pity stopped me, stopped me from registering them and going running to report them. But because they were relatives, Alexander and I were restrained by the reaction and decided to let it go. We were always there on the verge of going to report and then let it go, because we didn't feel like wasting our time at the police station explaining how two mentally ill people were stalking us. "What do I tell them? That two elderly people are ruining my life? They won't believe me and tell me to go home," because unfortunately it's useless to tell each other, when you go to report stalking events they don't even give you attention and tell you "go home"; then you should ask what are they doing there, if when a citizen needs their help they always deny it. And so we avoided every time to follow our instincts and go and report them, knowing that unfortunately it would be of no use except to get the "lecture" from the elderly man who would defend "those two poor 65-year-old mentally ill people" on the other side; yes because the two elderly men were about 65 years old, they were not that old, but their appearance and their extremely occluded and bigoted mentality made them really old. But the situation got worse quickly. Every day we met them, and every day, as soon as we saw them, very strong twinges in our hearts, and twinges like syringes going into our eyes, would hit us both and we would take time to "get them out." We began to get suspicious, wondering how this could be happening. They were just two elders who certainly did not practice, and yet, as soon as we encountered them they caused us pains so severe that, I could not believe it, but not even the aliens nor the Ancient One's attacks had ever been able to cause us such heated and deep pains. We wanted to believe that it was stress, that is, the annoyance caused us by seeing these two people stalking us and not letting go; we wanted to believe that it was nervousness that caused us these sharp pains, because there was no other explanation at that moment. 

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But when the pains became much, much stronger, insistent to the point that we had to commit hours to treat ourselves with practice, we realized that this could not be normal. For the Orange didn't take that much effort-why did it for the two bigots? It was a very strange 2017 indeed. Everything that was happening had nothing normal about it. Why were these two people violently lashing out at us? Why were they not letting go and getting fed up with picking on two young people in their twenties? Why did people listen to them, believe them, and start picking on us without even knowing us, even total strangers who had never even seen us before? Why did they all have this great strength to break boxes every day and at any hour without ever getting tired and/or having anything else to do with their personal commitments? Who was it that gave them this strength, who was it that drove them to do all this? I began to notice that, strange people whom I did not know, too often walked the streets I frequented, the stores and just so happened to stop a few streets before I reached the one where I lived. Since I had been followed by other people before, paid people - from spy agencies for which I later received confirmation - I realized that someone was spying on me. However, I had to understand whether these spies were sick people who were following me for who knows what reason or people who were paid to spy on me. Unfortunately, of sick people who wanted to get to know me and know everything about me, I have met some, and I have known various dangerous situations for which men especially, who were too interested in me, were spying on me and following me. So I had to understand whether these guys who were following me were people who were following "Angel - The Author" or whether they were people sent by snake relatives - who know nothing, to this day, about me and my Spiritual path - to scare me and force me, according to them, to submit to their will. I did not understand why they were so persistent in wanting to force me to go to church. They, in their family, had forced all the family members to follow their religion. I remember that their daughter's fiancé was forced to go to confession to the priest, during one of the first dates with the girl, to prove that he was a good guy; he did not follow church and until then he did not even go on holidays. So the daughter's boyfriend was forced to become a Catholic, to go to church every Sunday, to actively attend and to donate a lot, really a lot of money to the church so that he could prove that he was a true believer. And of course because it is with money that you get into heaven. We are talking about thousands a year, not a few pennies. Everyone who became part of that family was forced to become a Catholic, to have to go numerous times to the priests for confession - that is, to be told all their business by people to whom you should not even tell what you had for lunch! Considering that the priests were known to reveal to the Nazis the confessions of the faithful who told the priests where they hid the Jews they were trying to save; then they were killed both of them because of the priests! - and if these poor naive people had not performed all the Catholic rites (e.g., communion etc.) they were forced to perform them by their insistence, but always pretending to be good and smiling. In other words they forced all their acquaintances to join the church and donate their money to the priests. Are we sure we are talking about the house of God? Because to me it looks like quite different. In front of people, those two bigots were always smiling and seemingly good, but as soon as the front door was closed, the screaming, crying, slapping and kicking of legs, bruises on the hidden areas of the body such as covered backs and arms hiding with the long dresses began. Unfortunately, the reality is that there is such darkness within the Catholic religion that the churchgoers themselves want to hide, because they are completely mesmerized by the Lies with which pedophile Priests feed their ignorance.

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So many times I wondered why she, the mother of the family, did not report this, report the bruises, and ask for help. But when other people tried to help her, she threatened to report them for "slander" in order to protect her husband who was "a man chosen and protected by god," as well as a drunkard who became violent behind closed doors. But, my pity for her led me to make the same mistake: for it was precisely she who was persecuting me, who was pushing other people against me by filling their heads with falsehoods about me that were so absurd that people preferred to believe them, rather than realize that they were overly exaggerated to be true; but precisely because they were exaggerated, they believed that they could not have been so accurately invented; but I continued not to denounce her. It got to the point that one evening, while I was alone in the house, the bigot arrived at my house and finding the door of the apartment building open he went in: he knew perfectly well that Alexander had just left and would not be coming back so he went in the door thinking that he would find me unprepared. But as soon as Alexander left my house I knew, inside me, that something was going to happen that night, because I had a severe headache and by now, for me, it had become like a signal, like feeling that an interference was very close to me. I felt that I had to open the front door, head for the stairs and get ready for something. Opening the door I saw that old drunkard staring at me with his eyes wide open as if he did not expect me to already know of his presence. I headed toward him shouting, "What are you doing here? What do you want?" I shouted so that he would be frightened and think that all the neighbors would hear me and come running: he became very frightened because he was afraid that someone would open the door and see him, getting proof that it was he who was stalking me and certainly not the other way around, as they were telling people by passing me off as if I was the one who was going to bother them. He became very frightened and started smiling at me, pretending that he didn't want to do anything wrong, and he came up smiling, slowly, but I darted in front of him-to stop him from forcing his way into my house-and yelled at him, "So what are you doing here? Huh? Why did you *first and last name* come here to my house?" he smiling and gritting his teeth, took a step back and said "come on, come to the church, it will be nice we will go together, come on, be good come to the church, we would like that." I shouted, "Go away," and he smiled, his eyes glazed over because he was terribly afraid that someone would see him, he didn't expect me to be prepared and behave in that way that was unexpected for him, so he immediately headed for the door, and from the door turning around he kept telling me, "Come on don't be silly, come to church, come on," continuing to do that lousy sneer between a fake smile and the clenched teeth of someone who would like to beat the shit out of you and in the meantime tell you he's doing it for your own good. He was violent and I knew it, I knew he was a lousy man, but never before had I dealt with him like that and it was clear that I had to do something because I couldn't wait for something dangerous to happen to me just because of the stupid pity I had for my fellow man. I had to stop being manipulated by goodism and I had to take those threats seriously and react, but everything was so strange, so crazy. I didn't understand how it was possible that two stupid human beings were so strong that they could cause me hallucinating pains in my heart and head, just by passing me by, without my even having seen them, if even aliens couldn't cause me such pain. That night I knew something was going to happen because the severe headache I had come to recognize as an "alarm of their proximity" had paradoxically warned me and with it I had prepared myself to avoid the worst. But I hadn't seen him coming, I couldn't know, plus it was absurd to think that he would be able to enter my apartment building, and yet, that was exactly what had just happened.

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