Date: April 17 - 18, 2021

We were driving west on I-80 through Nevada, headed for California. Most of the journey consisted of bland, brown and barren desert.

"Do you want to continue our previous interview?" I asked White Buffalo.

"Sure," he said. White Buffalo was steering with his knee so he could open a cold bottle of brew. I estimated we were doing about 80 MPH. But the speedometer was stuck on zero, so I couldn’t be certain.

“Do you always drive with your knee like that?” I asked. I was more concerned with the knee-driving than his drinking while driving.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I drove thousands of miles with my knee as a long-haul trucker for twenty years. I have a perfect driving record.”

“How long will it take to get to Yuba?”

“Taking the Winnemucca-Reno route, about five or six hours. This is an EMP-shielded, angel-blessed pickup. I got us enough beers to last through the trip.” He lifted a beer can to his lips and took a swig.

Seth only stared placidly forward at the road ahead of us with a wan smile on his face. I was determined to see this thing through, although I wanted us to turn around and go back. Unaccustomed as I was to riding in fast vehicles driven by drunk drivers, I pleaded inwardly with myself to stop shaking. But White Buffalo picked up on my nervousness and said, “I've got angel-binding devices to protect us.”

“From what?” I asked.

“Demons, shadow beings, speed traps, Illuminati, Seth...”

Seth chuckled at that. I was skeptical about “angel-binding” devices protecting us from speed traps and Illuminati, but I guessed they might work against demons assuming he wasn’t joking. I’m not closed-minded. It’s all going into the book, either way. At that time, I figured if he had such devices then they must be stowed with the camping gear.

“What are your plans once we get to Yuba?” I asked.

“I plan to drive around and scope out the campgrounds. Then we’ll set up camp and wait for midnight,” he said. “According to Roy, at approximately midnight you can hear the dirt bike before you see the star light get absorbed by all the demons flying the black wind. It begins somewhere a few miles north of the campgrounds near the ghost town of Lake City, or just further north around all of those old ghost mines and towns.”

“How did you get your occult powers? Where did they come from?”

“I was baptized in Jordan River water at eight years old. At that time, I was granted the power to see things other people can't see. I’ve tried to take on some apprentices. I want you to become my apprentice and join us in the war against Satan. If you’ve got the spine, it’s your time to shine!” I didn’t really like the sound of that. “It's going to be an all-out war. The battle is coming soon. Half of Earth's population will die within thirty days of its beginning.”

I was now certain I didn’t like the sound of it.

“A vast storm of demons is coming from Hell to destroy the Earth,” he preached. “Your only hope will be to join us. If you don't, you will be food for demons. You'll be cast into Hell's punishment without God's judgment for eternity.” His voice was beginning its crescendo. “Your soul will be dragged down by demons and joined with billions of other lost human souls, both saints and sinners! Even if you’re already saved in Christ, you still might not be saved from Hell.”

“Then why are we going to Yuba state park? Is there something there to help us?”

“We’re going up to study the demon portal.” White Buffalo spoke calmly when he wasn’t preaching. “Then I’ll share my findings with Roy and Amy. Together, we can close the portal and prevent them from returning through it.”

Hours later, when we arrived at the South Yuba River campgrounds, we found campsite #13 unoccupied. I chose to keep the recorder running while taking additional notes with a notepad during this interview.

"This is the best campsite to view the sky for tonight's study," said White Buffalo while setting up the tents.

Seth agreed, noting that this spot is relatively free of pine trees. “There will be a moonless sky tonight, so chances are that evil-doers will be out and about,” he said rather stoically.

"You've got to relax and unwind a little, Seth," said White Buffalo. "Let's break out the cases."

I'm not really the drinking type, so I sat and contemplated my beer while it slowly grew warm in my hands. Seth relaxed enough to come out of his disinterested mindset to enlighten us with some of his humor.

“Hey, White Buffalo,” he said, “How many of Christ’s Apostles were crucified upside-down?”

“One, I think. Wasn’t it Peter?” he slurred.

“That’s correct,” answered Seth. “And how many of them were stoned?”

“I don’t know.”

“None. They were out of rolling papyrus.”

The hours passed by, along with Seth’s jokes. White Buffalo talked about himself, his wife and his family, in increasingly slurred tones. Then his talk turned toward deeper matters that were made even more difficult to understand due to increasing intoxication.

“If I show you a picture of quicklings hiding in a tree near Fort Hall, Idaho, you might see them or you might not,” he slurred. “I have to break your mind's veil. The veil is sober mind. God blocked others from being seen while your mind's veil is up. Drugs drop veil. Lucifer made laws to stop the credibility of those that see when under the influence.” I think he said that anti-drug laws hurt the credibility of those who have drug hallucinations while they are under the influence.

White Buffalo continued his drunken rant. “Mankind's teachers, the Watchers, plotted to kill mankind from the beginning. He back mist races off [I‘m unsure of his meaning there] after Lucifer made giant races to eat mankind. When Noah’s flood occurred - new world, new rules. Sin was gone.” He was beginning to lose me at this point. “Then Ham cuckolded his mom after Noah passed out from wine. Noah didn't know high altitude got him drunk off the same amount of wine that was safe at sea level. So Ham created sin again; corruption entered human’s lives once more. But God made humans alone to protect them from supernatural beings trying to convince humans to worship them, not God.”

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I found it difficult to understand. But later research on the recordings and notes I made indicated that some of his tale came from apocryphal writings, mostly (but not always) the Book of Enoch, while recognizable parts were taken from Genesis. I didn’t appreciate, at the time, the significance of the Bible lesson. I was familiar with most of it from childhood Bible school. But information from the Book of Enoch was never on my radar until that road trip.

White Buffalo knew he was difficult to understand. This fact would explain why he wanted to show me what he was talking about rather than relying on explanation alone.

He carried on in the same vein. “So we have giant races still. I hunt them down, too. And Lilith's five sons. Vampire races. They’re here, also. I just located the Texas population. That's why quicklings guard my case. I was ordered to make a spike to drive through Lilith’s heart."

“Who’s Lilith?” Seth asked. The dance of shadows and light across Seth's face made him appear slightly demonic. His striped Egyptian hoodie added to the weird and otherworldly effect.

“Lilith is a God-cursed vampire-spider being. First wife of Adam. She and Adam didn’t work out, and God cursed her for thinking she was above Adam.”

Lilith. Quicklings. Giants. It was all beyond me.

White Buffalo continued to draw me into his world with his words.

I’ve been attacked in so many ways, it’s almost funny. Two arch-demons that attacked me had bodies of their own. They were powerful enough to make their own fake music video portal on Youtube. I suspect other dark principalities were involved. One of them in the video was probably Anubis. I just ranked them high generals of Hell. They always sent the most powerful in rank, each falling in battle to me. Every attack was a new way. Like each had its power and preference.”

“Did you say that two arch-demons made a fake music video for the purpose of attacking you?” I was somewhat aghast.

“Yes. It was a YouTube music video I clicked on. It had no title or description. I was curious so I played it – with a holy weapon in my hand, of course.”

“Where did the video come from?” I asked.

“It came up on video choices. The drummer had a demonic face and teeth, and so did the guitar player. That's why I played it. They were staring at me, so I said ‘bring it.’

They were playing the drums and guitar then crawled out of my computer screen like a horror movie. I stabbed each one in the throat, killing them halfway out of my screen.

“Can I find it on YouTube?”

“The video disappeared right after I killed them. Try searching for ‘Demonic music video portal,’ maybe you’ll find another one.

"I’ve been guided to two more holy warriors that have joined my fight,” he continued. "I baptized a farmer who stands guard over me to protect me from devil-worshippers if I need rest from prolonged fighting. He’s not a medium, just a brave farmer.”

I wanted to ask, Who’s the other holy warrior? But I didn’t have the chance as Seth intoned, "The hour approaches."

The sound of Seth's voice snapped me out of my trance. I noticed that the campfire had slowly grown dimmer. The shadows sank into the depths of the night woods surrounding us. Everything began to merge into one deep stillness. An ember popped as if signaling the start of a motorcycle, most likely a small-cylinder dirt bike, that began to echo its high-pitched drone far off in the darkness. "Wahhhhh, wahhhhhhhhh, wahhhhhhhhhhhh..." it said as it crooned its monotonous note into the night.

"He has arrived," Seth intoned again. "He is summoning the demon-wind."

According to my cell phone it was around midnight, give or take a few minutes.

"It's the demon-priest!" White Buffalo yelled. He jumped up from his camping chair and looked around with just a bit of a wobble. Caught up in the moment, I controlled the impulse to jump up. White Buffalo must have set me up in an earlier interview by talking about the demon-priest on his dirt bike chasing the demon wind at midnight. And this is the pay-off. Ha-ha-ha. I figured it was an ominous campfire story followed by the actual "demon-priest" riding his little dirt bike chasing the so-called "demon-wind." I felt naive for allowing myself to lose my objectivity and become sucked into his story like a fool. At the time, I blamed it on the beer and the ambience of the scene.

But White Buffalo and Seth didn't notice what I did or didn’t do. They weren't watching for my reaction or laughing at me over their prank. I could see in the light of the dying fire that their senses were turned up. Quietly they stood, listening and watching for something in the distance. My presence had obviously diminished in importance in their eyes. So my curiosity was piqued and my own senses went on high alert. Now, I really wanted to know what was going on. Were they planning to mug me, murder me? Or is this even for real? Nahhh, it can't be for real, I thought. But it was surreal. The entire scenario was giving me goosebumps. Being limited to only five senses made things worse. I felt that I needed more than that to figure out what was going on here.

The dirt bike continued to drone, like a banshee wailing into the night, its premonition of death. But nothing had changed, really. Nearby was the soothing light of the campfire slowly burning down to embers, flickering with occasional pops of distress in its dying moments. But the dirt bike sounded as if it was coming much closer. I turned to look toward the road when it suddenly revved past our camp site. But there was nothing there, just the sound of its passage. White Buffalo and Seth had also turned to listen at its passing, and apparently they too saw nothing pass by.

"The demon-priest rides with his dirt bike blacked out - no headlights or tail-lights," White Buffalo said quietly.

"Then how can he see to drive?" I blurted.

"Demon-eyes. He borrows the eyes of a demon to help him see," he explained.

"Oh, okay," I said. My skepticism was coming back to life. "That would explain it after the fact, right? You know, how he can ride his blacked-out dirt bike in complete darkness and still see where he's going so he doesn't run off the road." It seemed like a bit of an anti-climax to me, especially after waiting around all those hours.

They didn’t answer me, but only continued to survey their environs for something. The dirt-bike buzzed away to an unknown destination. I was beginning to develop a slight headache from the beer and lack of food.

"Hey, let's break out some sandwiches or something," I said.

I threw some wood on the fire to keep us warm during the midnight snack. White Buffalo and Seth decided to take a break from their frantic scanning to dine on turkey and avocado sandwiches with mayo.

After a few minutes, I looked in Seth’s direction and said, "I have a question about something, Seth." My curiosity had been piqued in a different direction.

"What's that?" he asked around the bite of sandwich in his mouth.

"You seem to know a lot about what's up around here. Have you been here before?"

"No," he said.

"Then why...?"

Seth suddenly jumped up and started putting out the campfire I’d just rebuilt. White Buffalo joined him. What the devil is going on now? I checked my cell phone again. It was approaching 1:00 AM.

After extinguishing the fire, Seth pointed to the night sky and said, “Look!” I was still somewhat blinded from the campfire. But as I stared into the sky, I began to make out more details.

At first, all I saw were thousands of twinkling points of light embedded in an infinite plane of darkness. But some of them appeared to be winking on and off as if an object passed in between. As I continued to gaze upward, I saw that the stars were beginning to wink out completely: one by one, then several at a time. Entire constellations were soon being swept out of existence. After about fifteen minutes, the sky had gone completely black from horizon to horizon.

I heard a small thump nearby, so I cast my gaze back down to earth. The camp was still illuminated by the glowing embers of a fire that was in constant need of replenishing. I Looked around for the source of the sound and saw that White Buffalo had fallen to his knees. His head was down; the fingers of his hands were laced together on his chest. I heard him pray: "God, please forgive me, for I am just a lowly sinner. This demon sky-portal is terrible beyond all imagining!" Then he placed his hands over his eyes and began to weep.