"Lucifer"

    Right now, I know there safe. I do not know why the devil wants me to see them get hit or to watch them molested. There are places in the world where there are demons who love to see the children verbally abused, beaten, molested and battered. I ask myself, “Why do people who are like me have to witness such horrors.” “Horrors right here in font of me.” I can see the demons. I can see their faces. I have seen Lucifer. He is so powerful looking. He stands taller than buildings and is big. He wears a tailor made suit along with a black cape and a cane. His face is gray with the look of a man. I have looked directly into his eyes when he is looking at me but he cannot touch me. He talks to me always trying to trick me with his mind games but I manage to persuade myself to ignore him.

     I hear and see another man who is very old and seems to be intelligent and understanding. I become very apprehensive when he appears because, for some reason, I feel him and Lucifer have a plan to plot against me. I think he might want to hurt me although he never has and understands me completely. He has a European accent and tells me he is from London, England. He seems to know Lucifer because he is always talking to him. It appears that when I see the two of them talking to one another they are friends. He makes it a point that he knows who Lucifer is. I call him friend.
This experience is a continuance from the very first post on this blog titled "The Children and the Demons"