I don't "see" the beings I talk to except on rare occasion. I'm not ready to see or hear them physically, at least not on a regular basis. On rare occasions, I'll hear things that aren't there: choirs singing, orchestras, birds chirping like I'm surrounded in a grove though it's 11 at night in winter. A few months ago I saw a spirit of a dead guy who had suicided himself in the forest preserve I usually walk in. It was one of those rare moments where the gods figured I could handle it. It wasn't scary but I wouldn't want to be like the kid in The Sixth Sense, the "I See Dead People" movie. I don't think I'm all that special -- just as everyone except a few lucky freaks gets bitten by mosquitoes, I think everyone can perceive non-corporeal entities, it's just a matter of learning how to perceive them because they're nowhere near as obvious as mosquitoes.

I'm lucky not to live in a PMC neighborhood. My lower middle class area has its troubles but they are nothing compared to what the Woke PMC is swimming in. I can feel the miasma the second I cross the border into Naperville (PMC land) where I work. It's heavy. There's a cheerless, sociopathic vacuousness to it.

What's odd is how the Woke minions of New York targeted Orthodox Jewish neighborhoods with COVID lockdowns: https://www.timesofisrael.com/orthodox-group-slams-new-york-lockdown-says-it-targets-religious/

The Woke know they are under threat from all forms of religion, whether it is tiny little Druidry or the more formidable power of established Orthodoxy.