random thoughts, tech and random update

If you think about it, the internet and technology is a double edge sword, the more you use them, the easier it is for the peeping toms to track you.

Micro-financing and mobile banking are all ready in Tanzania and Kenya.

Mobile phones are part of majority’s EDC AKA everyday carry. Then again, not everyone has a mobile. Some people would rather starve to death than go without their devices. I sometimes leave my mobile at home to charge the freaking thing.

Mobiles are targets for theft and hacking. I always keep my mobile in sleep mode and locked, but that won’t stop the crook from resetting and selling it to gullible customers. In the bush it’s always wise to be aware of your surroundings and not be distracted.

I don’t do mobile banking, but I check my balances on my landline phone via the old-fashioned way. As the saying goes, the old way is best.

 

another thoughts and opinions about entity and cannibalism

They say you can’t stare at a demonic entity or monstrous entity, and you will be dead before drop to the group. To quote from the bible. “Men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth:”

I haven’t asked my father if that evil bastard is seen in daytime. But what I do know, that whenever its close, disquiet and terror blooms within you. You lose sanity and strength.

And there are more than one that lurks the earth.

A hideous appearance and ravenous hunger. Hands that had skin bitten off.

When a man grows gaunt, loses all sense, and driven insane by starvation and transforms into a monstrous entity, the moment he bites off his lips and finger tips, skin on his hands and tearing chunks of skin from his torso.

From distance he looks like a man. Granted that it was once one.

Again how will things translate to modern times? I believe more of them will make an appearance. When food becomes scarce and not available, due to war and famine. I shudder to think if a woman turns into one of them. Ripping skin from her torso.

In the winter of 2015, one of them was at the edge of town. If it hadn’t turn the other way around. It’s safe to assume that we would be all dead.

A difference between a cannibal and entity that devours flesh of people. A cannibal is still a human, while entity is a demonic beast on two legs. Cannibalism is frowned upon by the elders of my culture. It shouldn’t be tolerated or celebrated.

When food is not available, men and women will resort to cannibalism. Mothers will eat their babies, brothers will eat their siblings. It’s been said that cannibalism is a form of judgment.

thoughts about the entity and other things

On my previous blog post, from what I had gathered about the entity, the beast is no Sasquatch.

The Canadian North is brutal and harsh, bush law dictates survival. With the lands occupied by monstrosities.

A being that was once a man. Few felt its presence and lived. From its terrible countenance, size and presence. You would go insane and die soon afterwards. To vanquish such a creature is to dance with death. Alone you can’t kill it, you’ll need protection and fortitude. If you’re thinking of using a high calibre weapon take out the demonic brute, you’ll fail.

Unless God Almighty had set aside and sanctified a man pure in heart, for such a task. You’ll fail. An old style medicine man or a shaman had to prepare himself. Shamans and medicine men had good sense and understood the need to vanquish the terror that devours mankind.

Its aspects are demonic and monstrous. How will translate in modern context? How will the fiend be killed? With the old style shamans and medicine men extinct or extremely rare.

The upside of modern technology lights would keep it at bay.

So basically one would have to separate the nuggets of information from bull crap. I wouldn’t trust a practitioner of voodoo; they would attempt to harness the beast or steal its power. Making things from complicated to worse.

For a man of God to kill one of them, he would have to be sanctified and strengthened by God himself. And I’m not talking about Black Hebrews, Hebrew Roots Movement, Holy Rollers, or a Catholic Priest. But an actual man of God. He would have to ply the tools of his trade and calling.

A little update, I may need to correct a few things. As my memory goes, some entities and cryptids are too damn dangerous talk about.

Trying to remember the name of the beast. and some folklore

For quite a while I have been trying to figure out the name of the cannibalistic beast. It seems to me that most of the legends and folklores are forgotten. And now first nation legends have become sanitized, like modern day fairy tales.

It’s a bit rough, but here it goes.

A trapper or a warrior caught in a snowstorm. Hunger and cold sets in, he becomes deranged from starvation. He bit off his lips and fingertips, tearing skin from his own torso. To devour it, nothing can satiate him, for he is beyond help. He wanders aimlessly, never to be seen again.

The Swampy Cree elders of old say, an encounter is fatal, you can’t go near one of these things. Due to his towering size and monstrous strength, his mere presence alone can make a person drop to the ground; shaking, as you lose consciousness. When you see him from far away, only to think that it’s a man walking. But when the beast draws closer, tendrils of fear and insanity claw their way in, death soon follows.

A warrior’s courage, sanity and strength leeches away, as it draws nigh. For no man can overcome him. Many have died from fear, many fared worse. Villages laid in ruins.

His scream shakes the frozen earth as people fall to the ground dead.

He smashes the cabin walls and roofs open, tossing the roofs aside. To pluck and gather each victim. The creature tear off the limbs and feast on the dead.

Only a shaman and medicine man skilled in the craft, can overcome and vanquish the demon god.

Others such as he, continue to wander about. As few elders retains the knowledge of their existence. He cannot go where there’s lighting. For he hates and fear bright lights that intrude his domain, and bars his way from human flesh. From a great distance, the beast will hurl branches, trees and blocks of ice at the bright lights.

A man with a stout heart, startled from his sleep, will quake in his bed, hoping and praying that the evil will not come. For a modern town will become his snack bar.