When he first came around here the first thing he did was call me nigger:
Putting A Virgin Raping Sand Nigger Fruit Seller Who Called Me A Slut In His Place
And during the attack he referred to me as “just a nigger” when a white lady – a gangstalker I recognize – who was also throwing rocks at me told him wtf he was doing when he did what he did to me:
Let me tell happened:
I got possessed again through another alcohol urge attack caused by an entity attachment latched on to the right side of my body.
I think I was talking to a guy in a white truck but I recall at some point going over there – I don’t know and what for – in my possessed. As he and the woman threw rocks at me to run me over, I recall hearing the guy here:
Say, “No come over here” and he proceeded to fondle my breasts and body. Then at one point he proceeds to say, “Let me see what that pussy is like” and put his hand down my pants! When I try in my drunken, possessed state to push his hand away, he grabs me by the face and pushes me away, violently! I even recall the white woman, who drives this jeep here, who also threw rocks, saying, “WTF are you doing to her” and he replies, “She’s just a nigger. She ain’t shit!”
This is her:
You can see the evil and racial hatred and jealousy in that thing’s face.
I been sensed that that mofo is a despicable pos that needs to be taken off the fucking Earth.
To do that to me when I am in a vulnerable state of mind and you can tell shows how sick that mofo is, a bully, a predator, a rapist and I had long been sensed that that was his chief reason for coming around here in the first place was so he could take advantage of my vulnerable state.
As I write this right now I can hear that coward racist mofo saying, “She needs to put some clothes on.” BTW I was wearing my red mesh shirt, big overcoat and grey pants that day, but that shouldn’t matter:
What happened that day was sick enough – and got me, I won’t lie – pissed off but I am so sick and tired of this life I don’t deserve.
I don’t deserve to be stuck in an endless toxic, self destructive, self defeating cycle where every time I get better this entity attachment I got chiefly on the right side of my face causes an urge for alcohol, putting me in compromising situations and taking me over, putting me into a zombified state where it takes the lead because my Soul has been pushed damn near out of me, thereby no longer able to lead the way.
People looking on the outside think that I am mentally ill. No, it is an entity attachment issue which I saw blatantly yesterday when I removed this thing that had been put over my energy body in high school that was used to attract more negative entity attachments to me, like a magnet.
I am beyond frustrated. It seems like I got to succumb to the urge and “pay” this thing by taking 12 steps back only to get 3 steps better. I tried cutting the energy chords yesterday and the one to the front of my head is tough, like trying to cut steel with a child’s safety scissors.
I am literally in hell. I am stuck in hell and every time I try to fight this shit it’s hard – something will pop up to make it so that I can’t break it. I am frustrated and most people I can’t talk to about this cause they don’t understand. They are too busy looking at things through Earthly, material, carnal eyes instead of what is actually going on which is spiritual.
Every time I try to post my services online such as on Fiverr – look at what happens:
I can’t get past a simple step – in this case validating the phone number even though I did – in order to set myself up for better opportunities. I wish I could do courier services, transport things but I don’t have my license due to losing it due to an alcohol urge psychic attack.
I have to have something where I work for myself or where I have little to none interactions with folks cause every job I ever had I got fired from it. I don’t work well with people and it is in large part cause of these spiritual blocks, entity attachments that block my throat chakra. I am looking for something remote and flexible that doesn’t require a resume or background check cause I got a record! I need something like this because every time I need money I am lead back to a dead eyed, Soulless, possessed sugar daddy with all sorts of entity attachments, especially sex addiction.
And things will always happen to force me to need him when I am thriving and completely sober and cleansed that forces me to practically stay submerged in a toxic cycle with a person with extremely low vibrational, toxic energy that will most definitely affect mine.
Case in point: a very nice man came to me to commission me to do a painting for him and make use of my talents, earn money positively for a change. Wouldn’t you know – as soon as he gets there – motorbike that was working perfectly less than a second ago suddenly stops working and he inexplicably loses his cellphone, as if something did not want him to help me earn money positively for a change – and bring positive energy into my life for a change. I saw through my third eye what it was that caused his motorbike to fail – a dragon – and as soon as I used my third eye to remove it, the motorbike started “working” again.
This is how real that shit is.
I know what it is:
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That explains why I keep seeing patriarchal penis symbolism:
It looks like this:
It is in the back of my neck and I can literally feel it putting a strain on my neck, back it is that real.
I have tried to remove it along with the energy chords and each time it comes back! The shit keeps coming back!
It doesn’t help that where I am at I am literally surrounded by demons manifested as “people” who gangstalk and do other things that force me into a low vibratory state due to the need for self defense:
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Evil ass mofos who revel in torturing and inflicting hell on already tormented people who are already stuck in a bad place and feed off that misery.
Just last week I had an alcoholic uncle tom ass bitch show up and tell me to lay down my sword and not put black magic on these people instead of telling said people to stop fucking with me.
Through my third eye I saw her with black knife in hand, stabbing me in the back. I think this is her:
And before you all say, “Leave!” Look, I am from the deep South. We ain’t built like weak ass Californians. I come from a “stand your ground” state and you are supposed to defend yourself and stand your ground and not let mofos punk you into running. I like where I am at, chose it cause it’s quiet and I can get the peace to finally heal old wounds that have been lapping at me under the surface, plus it is not too far from the city and with my driving a van and gas being exorbitant it is convenient for me to make trips into the city to buy things I need when I need em.
I am not here for the gangstalking – or to make friends. I am here for me and to heal me and to make me happy and break off long held chains that have been bringing me down. I am not fucking with anybody but like I say – like I told Aunt Tomasina – I can be your problem if you want:
I Am Mitrice Richardson’s Revenge For The Sex Torture Trafficking of Homeless People In Malibu