❤️ “Cancer Manifesto Part 2: Demon Slayer from Hell ❤️

❤️It starts with love. ..

Read Cancer Manifesto 1: Surviving Monsters, Misfits, and Mistakes”

OVERVIEW OF PART 1

Remembering the Prince of Pain

Cancer becomes hell especially when your father stands as the God of Death. As I went through chemo treatments, I was haunted by the last time that I went through hell, my childhood. ..

As a defenseless child many years ago, my father would strip all my clothes off and smile sadistically, "This hurts me more than it hurts you." Then he would proceed to beat me, making sure to leave absolutely no marks where a teacher could see it. Therefore, my bottom was really hit really hard. Indeed, I had cutting welt scars, red blood marks, and purple scratches all over my body. . . .

I was warned to tell no one, or he would kill everyone in my family. . . .

Demon Slayer from Hell

Gabi, my shadow morphed into my friend and came to save me when I was a kid. However, he was a bit confused at the same time, for we guided each other and taught each other and protected each other.

We became the closest of friends. Since Gabi came from the under world, he had no home to go to at night. So I hid him in my closet or under my bed.

Gabi didn’t eat food or need water since he was dead. He did smell, and I let him know, so he started to shower and put soap on his body. It worked. He liked human flesh and would go do grave yards at night or eat a dead kill off the road. Flesh was flesh. He preferred living, but he adjusted.

“How did you bring me here?” Gabi asked.

“I didn’t.” I replied.

“Yes, you did when you talked in the golden box.”

“Oh?”

“Oh nooooooo!” Gabi said.

“Well, this is your home now until we figure out how to get you back to your family. You can go to school with me if you want. Pretend you have a family. He did. We found a homeless mother whom we fed."

Gabi was about to eat her for a meal, when I said. “No, we need her. She has to sign paper work and show up for parent/teacher meetings.” So he didn’t eat her. He found other homeless people secretly. Stray cats and dogs were yummy to him.

My father began to notice I seemed happier. Still he beat me nude and abused me.

“ Want me to eat him?” Gabi said.

"No." I replied. A year passed. Gabi did manage to change my father a bit, for I was beaten less. Furthermore, my sisters were sexually abused less.

Actually, Gabi was a dream walker, and he entertained me with comedy, so I would not be so angry, depressed or confused. He took me to my past lives and showed me how I was once undefeated, loved by mythic goddesses, and ruled as a kind king. He showed me the women I loved. And how love is the greatest magic of all.

He told me that my favorite wife that I remarried again and again was Linda, the Queen of Love. She had other names. He told me that I would meet her again when I grew up. I don’t know if you will marry her again. However, she is looking for you right now.

That brought me the most healing effects of joy from my pains of suffering and desires to murder my father. I looked around and realized that my father was a multitude of souls. It is like being mixed blood., for you can be part Hilter, part Stalin, and part saint in a past life.

We are composed of actions not from the foundations of evil or good. Our actions or karma create who we are at the moment. A bad person can become good. Or within a life change.

To put anyone in jail for life is to misunderstand what justice really is. Gabi, a demon, to me became my angel. This is reality. Not the stuff our narratives of Hollywood or the Bible state of Oklahoma.

One day, Gabi found a Black Box and brought it home to me. He smiled. “ Are you ready?” He asked?

“For what?” I asked.

“To travel to my home? Ready or not. . . . “

“Nooooooooooo,” I screamed as we went straight to Hell!

What happens next? Read more to be more.

Donate if you can> > > Thank you> > >