Stories from Hell, Hunted by the Moth Man

 

Today I share a story from Hell. 

It was less than one week ago. The last week of March 2022.  

Still trapped at “home”, (a house really) I remain as I have my entire life in the Upside Down, (2D and perceptions are backwards for the nonconscious) and while my daughter “the Dream MASTER” is “missing”. 

I begin to understand that we are in the process of being lowered once again to the “Under World”, which is the 1D and the place where Cryptids and Demons that become experts in their “field” of inflicting terror can [Materialize] becoming as “solid” in mass as those embodied in the 3D illusion. 

 This makes them more solid than me, as I am completely ready for ascension, but have been held here through the combined efforts of the entire Dark Army and all their Agents.  

The Laws of Vibration and Attraction completely twisted for me.  

I realize that I must travel north approximately 45 – 50 miles to San Clemente, California.  

This is because, here in the “valley” the “controllers” (aka the “10,000 Maniacs” that fled their “political positions” all over the United States of America), are able to “flip” the “sheath” thus changing the hologram, both hiding me and changing the environment, in my case to the Under World. 

Please understand, this is NOT manifested by me in ANY WAY. The environment is believed and perceived by ALL the UNCONSCIOUS one’s that are “staffed” around me.  

Side Note, they used to be housed every “Three Doors Down” from me, but now they reside in and behind every door. (residence)    

Once a “perceived” environment is flipped on me, all I can do is take and DEFEAT each “thing” as it comes at and for me. 

Complications include the fact that all the one’s staffed and residing there with me, have been told and therefore believe such ridiculous things as, no one can shield themselves while in the 1D. I don’t believe such nonsense and so I am able to shield myself, however literally EVERYONE ELSE believes that I cannot, therefore my shield is weaker and vulnerable for bypassing.  

It is literally my Heart\Mind against everyone else. Oh, and don’t forget some materialized “cryptids” will be coming at me from all sides. 

Back to my story. 

My daughter’s friend, Dax is outside working on his camper that has been removed from the bed of his pickup truck. I talk to Dax about the impending danger. He, being a Starseed and a “sensitive” agrees that we should leave and head north past the “highest peak” thus leaving the “valley of delusions of the illusions”. 

We travel north on the Interstate 5 freeway to San Clemente, exiting on Christianitos Ave. We head west towards the beach. 

Although many of the names of the streets seem to have changed, (line in Patience by Gun’s and Rose’s. The streets don’t change, but maybe the names) we find our way down to the beach. 

When we arrive, we get both our dogs and go down the stairway to the fire rings on the sand. A small group of people had just left, and their fire and some unburned wood remained. So we made our way to the fire ring and sat by the fire. 

I then perform a “boundary check” and strengthen and expand the shield I have placed around the four of us. Basically, it extends to the top of the stairs that we descended, to the waves from the ocean and approximately 500 feet (seriously American, huh?) on both sides of us. 

Both of our dogs, Bandit (mine) and Luna are anxious and never seem to stop their “patrolling” of the area. 

It is Luna who barks first upon seeing the “winged” humanoid creature that is dancing a strange “ritualistic type” of dance around a blaring “fire ring” just beyond that of my shield. 

This is very odd, but NOT SCAREY to me. Considering everything else, we determine this is where we should stay for now. After all, I did say the creature is just beyond my shield, which I again strengthened up after performing another “boundary check”. 

It is but a few minutes later when atop the stairway I see the very materialized form of a human like being with “wings” tucked in a manner as to conceal itself. I instantly recognize and realize it’s the “Moth Man”! 

Watching him, I notice that while he appears to be in “conceal mode”, he is actually attempting to descend the stairway, but is being pushed back by my shield and into that “stance” of concealment.   

After some time passes, he attempts to leave the image impression of himself several times, but it fails again and again. 

That’s when I realize that this means he is no longer where I thought he was, and he is attempting to enter my protected space from an area unknown of by me. 

Subsequently, I perform a boundary check while at the same time, Dax sees with his own eyes, the following. 

A tree at the top left most corner of my shield draws our attention. It begins to move and bend some. Then the tree “splits in half”, separating and showing a dirt pathway. Next appears the Moth Man, and he walks right down the pathway and through my shield. 

Now, of course we don’t gasp or scream or anything as “novice” as that, however the dogs are greatly disturbed and bark profusely.  

I scan the night sky with my eyes, when I get to the area over the ocean, I see a black fog rolling in towards us. That’s NOT GOOD! 

I reestablish my shield around us all, smaller in circumference obviously, as he is now closer than where the boundary of my shield had been.  

With the impending potential quickly recognized, I know that this situation needed to be back and completely under my control again and as my highest priority.   

We gather the few things we brought down with us and ascend the stairway that leads to the truck we arrived in. We all climb into the truck and head back towards the interstate 5 freeway. 

Considering what we’d been through, we decided to head back to the house in which I dwell in the Upside Down. (Or home) 

It isn’t long before the truck starts to make strange sounds and the smell of engine coolant becomes obvious. With all things considered, we continue driving none the less.  

It is approximately ¾ of the way “home” when the truck stops running. We pull off at an exit but do not make it all the way off the freeway.  

From the off-ramp shoulder we spot a 24-hour Taco Shop. (Yes, there really is a 24-hour taco shop in Oceanside, CA) we use the last 7 dollars either of us have in the world and split a taco plate. 

Dax walks back to the truck, lifts the hood and sees that the bolts that mount the radiator to the frame of the truck had been bent and broken and then the radiator was pushed back and into the engine mounted fan. 

This had all been a “supernatural” ambush that had been controlled and played out in our “forced” material world. 

For me this has been just another day of life IN HELL, and oh yeah, the freaking rent is due!

 

 Peace and love, 

The ONE TracyVW