I did psychedelics… then i saw Hell. A Cardinal just confirmed it was Demonic. There was nothing there. No God. No Christ. No good. Just vacancy. Extreme fear. Extreme anxiety. For an hour and a half. Two days earlier he said he met demonic entities. Then it followed him home. Picture frames flying off the walls. Manifestations inside his body. Four exorcisms with two different priests. It didn’t stop. The night before the interview, every smoke alarm in the house went off at 12:45 a.m. Then the same nightmare on loop: something trying to rip his wife and kids away from him. Cardinal Burke didn’t flinch. He said the devil hates anyone who brings the truth to other people. He attacks the family first. He’s a murderer from the beginning. A liar. The father of lies. And he loves getting into electronics to discourage you until you quit. Whatever he opened the door to didn’t want this conversation to happen. And a prince of the Church looked at him and said: I would think so too.