Their murra (faces) are not described... Sometimes they have a huge reddish eye in the middle of the head... It squeezes wildly... Other times they have three reddish eyes, small, small, two together, and one down... Their fingers are completely deformed. They are as wide as a doorknob. I never touch the doorknob and they are the fingers of demons. They're like the legs and claws of some big birds... The hair is straight (up to) six inches... When I see young men come for confession to Fr. Anthony and if they have such hair (nails) I take them with love and take them to the sink and beat them... Then I explain to them why... You see them (the demons) with earrings, on the nose. on the belly, on the tongue, even on the tongue... With wild drawings on them (tattoos), with strange pants... Whatever they throw at people today,
When I get up 2-3 in the middle of the night and sit on the chair to rest my operated legs and pray (couldn't change sides on the bed), they come, grab the chair, and turn me around, around... I hold the chair well and mock them: "I'm not falling" I tell them "I'm not falling... Whatever you do...". They shake and go away... But once, they grabbed me and put me under the bed... God granted it so that I could understand more that only by His power we can defeat Him... I pulled the phone cord and the device went off... Fortunately, I know Ririka's phone by heart... I woke her up, she came and opened it and picked me up... I couldn't get up on my own... I have a dimorph (two-fold icon) and I use it every day to pass the phone I hold and walk so that I won't be touched. And with my grandfather's cross (Father Nicholas) I cross my bed and all the main places in the house every morning so that they don't touch me... Their rage is to see me grab the censer and the cremation censer! The censer, many times, threw it at me...
When I make knotweed... Here, look... One time a meaty stick came, like a neck, with a cock's head on top... It pinched my hands to let go of the knotweed... I took good care of it... Not by myself... I left it to the heavenly powers...
Another time, she came like an unashamed woman and shamelessly showed me her buttocks... They were huge... I didn't care and she came and touched me on the nose with them... I whipped her with the knobbler and as if she caught fire at that point... She was running fast (she was running fast unwanted) and fell on the opposite wall... The world stank... But she came back after a few days and shamelessly said to me: "Why did you burn my Mr... With what I show, I now rule the world, big and small...". I wasted no time in replying: "You still haven't seen anything! When the fire of eternal hell will come to you, you will see your government well..." he growled and disappeared... He becomes funnier now (when) he masquerades and fights (struggles) to fool me... I always (then) laugh and say to him: "Ame (go) poor man, where you are not possessed... We know well your stench, the creepiness you bring, and the scrapes (subtle movements) you make... He came once as a Despot. He was guarding Mitra, Pateritsa, everything... He was standing and making very puffy walks... As soon as he realized that I noticed him... Shoe... He's fooling around, but he's not the least bit different from what he is... Those who have met him, recognize him immediately...
I once said to him: "Tell me, you poor man, the name of the man who stabbed you with the nails of the cross.
