The Celestial truth of our Ancestors Chronicle XII is the continuation to my series of novels. The Theatrical Melodia of my Life. Based on my Theory furthering my studies; a prediction that served me well at every Perception.

The way I perceived Humanity was overwhelming; I found myself overreacting, because I was judged by those who entered before me. For they knew I was coming and they were meant to let me in freely. Not judge disrespect or leave me feeling a great loss, disheartened by the whole cause.

Because they reached their pinnacle before me, they assumed they longer needed me rejecting me free willingly. During the writing of this Scripture, I witnessed first and foremost foul play. I fell victim to scrutiny again and the only way out was to play it. Hitting the corrupt with the same interruption.

Just so I can teach them a lesson. Then heal from that whole traumatic effect independently.
With the notion I won an intervention. I had to follow the corrupts protocol, where this time around I intervened and created a war in between my world and there's.

If they enter with another trauma it will backfire. The outcome will be the way it was meant to be; before I was hit with an interrogation. An unnecessary interruption, an investigation taking that procedure as my motivation. Feeding off the conservation.

For those individuals who saw success, could not wait to summon me at the end of that turbulence. Assuming they had power in numbers, to return and undo my hard work. God Willing!
They haunted me in spirit where my dreams were becoming a nightmare; I was losing sleep.

I kept seeing the image of that Demon who did not want to show up, in reality. It proudly attached to my spirit and lingered in my subconscious. Trying its best to harm me by making me chase a failed conquest. Hit with trust, thrusted me with extra energy, then fed off me holding me to contempt spiritually

When the coast was clear they ran and hid; for they were caught repeating another threat. Assuming they won hitting me with Genocide. Just before I was given a chance to redeem a follow up on a new scene. Hitting a high note with a high score was the only I could remain serene.

I found myself in a position less likely to achieve a single goal. For those who were in on it, before I; Were interestingly enough, already had their full attention on my wellbeing. I could sense the corrupt hitting me with an entrance to the unknown, unwelcome, and unworthy.

For my existence had me trying luck to escape, a recreation of a past trauma. All by realigning me with a haunted spell, a dream that turned into a drama. I was not being nurtured and I needed to remain vigilant to the game. I found a way out of my convictions, trying to fight off my demons by nurturing it myself.

But at what cost only time will tell. All I know is this! Read on I am about to put the corrupt through hell. So I can keep strong! Reap a reward too and hand them a further turbulence, to that chord they attached themselves too; According to Universal Law. Warning the corrupt the Gist is up!!!