I've started writing this a dozen times only to delete it. I'm sharing so others might better understand the evil we are dealing with. It's of course anecdotal but for what it's worth, I've been with this community since /TheDonald on reddit. I was a prolific contributor in those days so some of the older accounts may remember me. What I am about to tell you I will lay my hand on the Bible and swear it true. I still have trouble believing it but I know what I saw was real.

This was many years ago. Trumps first term. I was working service, I will omit some details for security, at a nice residence in the suburbs of a major US city. I was there with a crew and we were working on a big job for the client when the wife greeted us. Cordial and sweet, she conversed with us about work and life. She was borderline flirtatious but I didn't think much of it until she told us who here husband was.

He was the pastor of a local church and had recently become very ill. He retired from preaching and was now fighting for his life at home. Out of curiosity, I asked what his affliction was and she told us he had contracted HIV and hepatitis from blood transfusions and that it was terminal.

This immediately threw red flags for me as contracting either, especially both viruses, at least in the last 20 years, is nearly impossible due to rigorous testing and screening. Combined with her peculiar, amorous behavior for a pastors wife, I began to suspect something.

This was ~2018. The insidious nature of the deep state and their proclivity for blood was being exposed on a daily basis. Their infiltration of all stations in society and their ability to masquerade as normal citizens was well understood by many of us.

When she went back inside, I began to discuss with a friend what she had told us and how I believed she may be lying about his illness. I theorized they chose these two blood born viruses as cover as it best fit what one might experience when the constant supply of fresh blood had been severely stifled by Trumps campaign. My research had lead me to believe that some of the more powerful members of the occult could be using copious amounts of babies blood to not only sustain themselves but prolong their lives. Potentially, for centuries.

Keep in mind, I did not discuss this with my friend haphazardly. Loud equipment was going most of the time and I was careful to whisper, as was he. We continued our work and after some time, she returned. Standing in the front door of her home, she conveyed her gratitude and wanted to introduce us to her husband, the pastor.

Shambling from behind, he made his way past her to greet us. What stood before me did not make sense. This man, for lack of a better word, appeared ancient. He was completely bald and his face was aged and deteriorated in such a way that I had difficulty assessing how old he was. His voice was as frail as someone a hundred years old. With his relatively young wife standing beside him, she was maybe in her 50s, I was confounded.

He was there only briefly before they returned inside and we got back to work. We were working to the left of the front entrance. Far enough away that you couldn't see their door due to the recessed entry. I immediately confided in my friend over what we saw and he agreed that something did not seem right. I suggested that the husbands position in society, a religious figure head, is where some of their 'high priest' might reside for a number of reasons. We discussed it quietly before work demanded our full attention.

At some point, I needed equipment from my truck. Parked down the street, I made my way across the yard. I was about 20 feet from the house as I passed in front of their doorway. Something caught my eye so I glanced over to see a boy standing in the entrance way. Maybe 10 years old, his face was contorted with pure hatred. With a grimace of absolute malice, he glared at me with such distain, it sent shivers up my spine. His face was so warped with hatred, it seemed unnatural. Almost as if he was possessed.

Then I felt it. An aura of pure evil was emanating from this child. I don't know how else to describe it. A shroud of vile abhorrence surrounded him and with his gaze fixed on me, my blood ran cold. I could almost see it. A darkness seemed to dampen the light around him. In broad daylight, something was strangling the light in his vicinity. True terror washed over me as he stared at me with murderous intent.

Out of instinct, I kept walking towards the truck. Not believing what I had just witnessed, I continued forward for another 10 seconds or so before I stopped to reflect. Still shocked and appalled, I had trouble accepting it as real. Doubting everything I had just experienced, I turned back to see if he was still there but he had already returned inside. I never saw him again the rest of our time on site.

I assume they must have heard us talking but that only bothers me further as I was certain we were too quite for anyone inside the house to hear us. I guess we might have made some accurate assumptions and because no one had likely ever come close to discovering their true identity to any degree, they made sure to convey to me that I was dealing with forces beyond my comprehension. It worked. I told some friends and family about it but I did not dig any further on the pastor.

TLDR: I was exposed to demonic forces that to this day, still have me looking over my shoulder.