When witches lose their shite you get...
Mommy? Why do they all look like that?
Because, honey, their souls are infested with demons that take over and fill them with a blood thirst filled rage that is over the top. And only blood can slake a vicious thirst like that.
What's a demon, mommy?
Your Auntie.
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These are all different levels of demonic expression, not just the bottom. It goes from-
- Here's someone that will believe any lie I tell him.
- Here is someone I hate on sight-don't even know him, but... Lie to him; fuck him up. Like I always do with hate on sight.
- The sizing you up, dead eye gaze. It's wondering if it can get away with a killing, right here, right now, with you. It's thinking, don't rush me. Lauren Bacall of Bogie fame rocked this look in public all her life. That bish was scary when not on camera.
- The You're so fucking dead look. It imagines the act of killing you viciously, while talking to you, over and over and over again.
- The I've lost my shit totally and the demonic rage within now runs me. Kill!
It would be a mistake to think you must see the above as a relative tell in dealing with satanists, jewbies, witches, whatever. The above is really only visible in those of a weak personal nature. Accomplished deception artists are in fact, actors. They can present a stone poker face no matter what is boiling inside them.
The weaker and more stunted the soul, the more likely you are going to get sanpaku eyes. The older and wiser soul, regardless of age, is very, very dangerous.
It uses it's body and face like a painter uses their brush or a master musician makes with the notes. You cannot assume, like with tattoos, that this will ever give you the whole story. No. Not nearly enough.
Frankly, you need spiritual perception. That requires YOUR SOUL being tuned to something Greater than yourself, whether from up above or down below. It's true.
If from above, our Father will grow you like a mustard tree. Small and kicked around and stomped on in the early years, but finally a towering edifice over all that sees afar off, knows, understands, and has a deep root system of strength. Every scar on its bark gave it wisdom from experience. And eyes. And, a Great Soul. It is hoped.
Or you went the other way, down below. Your light diminishes, No oak tree or cedar. No. A wilting thing held up by demons that do your seeing, knowing, and being for you. Because you threw it all away for the dark way.