Chapter 22:
I heard them, while I was making art, when I was meditating, when I was focusing deeply, I could hear them, voices. When I stopped drawing at first all was quiet again but when I kept drawing and got back into the groove I could her them again. I started recording what I heard, by drawing myself as Rainbow Dash in a box playing with a ball, and a glass window above me with the silluoete of a head, I recorded what it said. "he heard that?" I heard just after recording what he said on pencil. "Yes I heard that" I made Rainbow Dash say, "we're just silloutes to him" I heard a female voice say so I added another circle, gave it hair and recorded that. Then they all started yelling at once. I jotted down as much as I could, as much as was relavent. Then drew a frame of Rainbow Dash freaking out to keep me from freaking the fuck ouit at what I was experiencing. They said things like "go to hell Christ! "eat lead dipshit!" "we must harden our hearts in stone" and "you're a dead man!" oveer and over and over again. I heard one of them say one time, "we're the illuminati". But I'm not sure I believe him. I believe that I hear, not what I hear. What ever they call themselves for real, they definitely exist, because they were able to hijack my art process from then, October 30, 2023, to now. My life has been nothing but absolute hell ever since. Jim Veda:Are you living for the invisible audience. Just because you can't see them from where you are, doesn't mean they're invisible.