Hello, I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and is enjoying the new year.
I hope to be adding new books and articles throughout the year. I wanted to take the time to thank all of you for visiting Unholy Pursuit for the past eight years. It is much appreciated.
This is the post that Anna called me back to the blog for:
The chilling part is I witnessed this. I witnessed gangstalking in full, live in living color.
The chilling part is on July 4th, 2023 night I witnessed this very same thing happening to a lone woman in a Facebook group I belonged to.
About forty to fifty people, mostly women verbally attacked and abused one lone woman for something like 12 hours and the moderators of the group did nothing. They called her a liar, a buffoon, even said she suffered from retardation, mental illness and even autism. The name calling was terrible. Just plain terrible. So bad a lot of people left the group. Including myself.
I think how it got started is that the woman appeared to have bought some items based upon others praising the items and discovered the items did not sell well. She said the sales reporting on these items are false. And God in heaven what did she say that for? The intense violence in which these people attacked that woman equaled to what happened in Greenwood and Rosewood. They started demanding to know where she lived.
I had never seen anything like it. It was like a viper pit frenzy feeding.
I do believe had they been able to find this woman, they would have killed her. As a matter of fact, I know they would have killed her had they been able to find her.
The hatred was like nothing I ever seen. It was like a mad dog with rabies, foaming at the mouth. It reminded me of the accounts of the old lynch mobs.
I saw nothing she, the lone woman wrote that was inflammatory as some kept saying it was. Her post only asked the liars to be truthful about their earnings. There was no one called out by name.
When the woman refused to tell where she lived the name calling escalated to a feral level. One woman named Savannah Lowe, kpt asking the woman where did she live? The woman being attacked kept saying she knew her, the questionier’s face by another name.
I must admit, I was proud of how that lone woman stood up majestically to all of them in an eerie calmness. Whoever she was, she had nerves of steel, iron will or divine support. I don’t know how she withstood the debilating, degrading onslaught without breaking down into a puddle of tears.
But instead of breaking down crying, this lone woman held me in awe. She was cocking her verbal guns and razing them down with insults worthy of a mighty warrior. I never seen anyone do that before. She was the last person left standing. The comebacks were superior to anything they threw her way. She threw them back harder without insult6ing anyone’s mental health or using cuss words. She would have made the Bard proud.
These people’s hatred for that lone woman was like nothing I’d ever seen. It reminded me of accounts of the old lynching mobs. It had the same demonic aura.
The lone woman talked about them so badly, I believe do it was they who were crying because these other women tried to justify the attack by saying this woman wrote inflammtory posts. I went back and read a few of the lone woman’s posts and I saw absolutely nothing justifying their attacks.
But seemed to me the mean girls got their asses handed to them on a sliver platter that night. They picked the wrong woman to belittle, to insult. They seemed to have finally stumbled across a real mistress of the words. I never seen anyone able to make insulting an art form without using a single profane word.
I left that Facebook group because I was long tired of the childish behavior and remarks all the time. That night gave me the final reason to leave. But hats off to the lone lady. Her return insults were brighter than the fireworks Independence night.
I have been here for about five years but never said anything. Never fully understood what you meant about mob attacks. It was a scary thing to witness.
First all, I want to say thanks to all of you for your dear patience. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
I am back temporarily because Anna informed me there are posts here I needed to attend. She has no idea what to write to several of them.
As you know, I have been on hiatus since last November. Last year I had to move on another avenue becauase my books were not selling enough to suppose anything, let alone support me. I didn’t start writing because I suspected writing would support me but I did expect it to afford me the basic esseentials.
I was forced to put my writngs aside to do other much needed things. And in this journery I encountered a lot of different things.
Some people gave “The Immortal Lover” a 1, apparently, they didn’t read the same book I read. It’s steamy, but it nothing like some erotic books I have read. It’s a chronicle of Azazel’s many loves. He’s immortal, so of course he’s going to have had many loves. Some of his lovers, wives, girlfriends, etc. are immortal too.
I think this was a jealous rating. I think her publisher could have it removed.
I am the one quick to tell Alma if a story isn’t a good story or she needs to redo it. I wouldn’t be a friend if I didn’t tell her these things.
I read a lot. Read far more than the average person. I must read every thing I know or learn, because I can not hear. So I think that makes me a very good judge of whether a story is good or not. The Immortal Lover is more about romance than sex.
The Goodreads’ reviews are different from the Amazon reviews but it is the Amazon reviews that make the money.
My lips are sealed, but I’ll say this. Alma did it again. This one has the same mythological magic, the age of chivalry, historical fiction elements, and the sounds of battles as King Eochaidh the Horse Warrior.
This is a poster for the book Alma sent me to answer the person’s question about the next book of the Draconian Quadrilogy series.
Well, it has a lot of different characters than the honorable Queen Alyth, beloved Tearleach and crooked Feelrich of King Eochaidh the Horse Warrior. I can’t tell any more than this but it is equally as good as King Eochaidh the Horse Warrior. Rarely can an author pull that off.
There’s an old saying, “If you make a face long enough it will freeze that way.”
Anyway, in this short story by Alma White, all the people around this woman are all fake. Eventually, they turned into what they are inside. Fake faces. They all woke up one morning with plastic, immobile faces. That’s what the story is currently about but Alma might change it. 🙂
It’s sort of Twilight Zonish.
I’ll admit that some of the blogs Alma follow I didn’t try to like them. The reason being is that I looked through her long log and saw where some of these people never once liked one of her posts. You see, I’m nice, but I’m not Saint Alma who will like your post even if you totally ignore me and act like my visits aren’t appreciated. My time is as valuable as yours. You aren’t any more important than me..
You mean to tell me, that after seven years of following you—you couldn’t drop in just once and say “Hello, a nice article.”
Don’t tell me you were too busy. I know that’s code for “I don’t give a *uck.” If I could, I would delete Alma’s following your blog I would not lose any sleep over it..
Happy Anniversary Alma, according to the Seal, you have been here seven years.
Scientists have recently discovered a reservoir of water three times the volume of all the oceans on the surface beneath the Earth’s surface, according to an international study. The water has been found between the transition zone of the Earth’s upper and lower mantle.
Now, people are only just learning that there’s a massive ocean hidden under the Earth’s crust. It turns out there’s a huge supply of water 400 miles underground stored in rock known as ‘ringwoodite’.
This ocean is far larger than all the bodies of water on the surface.
Hidden inside the Earth—within the first several hundred miles below the crust—there is another ocean. It is, most likely, the largest ocean in the world. This water is not sloshing around like a big pool. It’s not liquid nor frozen. It’s in a state science had no idea existed.
The finding, published in Science, suggests that a reservoir of water is hidden in the Earth’s mantle, more than 400 miles below the surface. Try to refrain from imagining expanses of underground seas: all this water, three times the volume of water on the surface, is trapped inside rocks. It’s more of a gel than a liquid.
I know this sounds like Jules Verne’s work “Journey To The Center of the Earth,” but he wasn’t too far off regarding there being a giant ocean down there. He talked about such an ocean in “Journey to the Center of the Earth.” I don’t know about anything living down there.
https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/scientist-discover-massive-ocean-near-earths-core-3393825
Oceans beneath the oceans
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