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*feels current system is on countdown mode
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spock

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hf
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It is.. 3day feedback countdown;')
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readup

didn't know about that...something is in the air that's why I posted spock...I felt it since this morning and nothing is changing...

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*feels current system is on countdown mode
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spock

dynamite

hf
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It is.. 3day feedback countdown;')
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readup

didn't know about that...something is in the air that's why I posted spock...I felt it since this morning and nothing is changing...

hf
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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Sounds like good news to me! wink
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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Sounds like good news to me! wink

Its woman
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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Sounds like good news to me! wink

Its woman
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Well more woman that be women from what I can tell thus far
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After they work through the shit
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spock

dynamite

hf
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It is.. 3day feedback countdown;')
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readup

didn't know about that...something is in the air that's why I posted spock...I felt it since this morning and nothing is changing...

hf
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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...



hf
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I was reading

Thread: BERTONE, PIUS the 13th, SKULL AND BONES, 3/22

[...]

Propehcy of PIUS the 10th: “I have seen one of my successors, of the same name, who was fleeing over the dead bodies (skull and bones) of his brethren. He will take refuge in some hiding place; but after a brief respite, he will die a cruel death. Respect for God has disappeared from human hearts. They wish to efface even God’s memory. This perversity is nothing less than the beginning of the last days of the world.”
[...]
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And I remembered

Nostradamus Century II
40
Shortly afterwards, without a very long interval,
By sea and land a great uproar will be raised:
Naval battle will be very much greater,
Fires, animals, those who will cause greater insult.

41
The great star will burn for seven days,
The cloud will cause two suns to appear:
The big mastiff will howl all night
When the great pontiff will change country.

42
Cock, dogs and cats will be satiated with blood
And from the wound of the tyrant found dead,
At the bed of another legs and arms broken,
He who was not afraid to die a cruel death.

43
During the appearance of the bearded star.
The three great princes will be made enemies:
Struck from the sky, peace earth quaking,
Po, Tiber overflowing, serpent placed upon the shore.

44
The Eagle driven back around the tents
Will be chased from there by other birds:
When the noise of cymbals, trumpets and bells
Will restore the senses of the senseless lady.

45.
Too much the heavens weep for the Androgyne begotten,
Near the heavens human blood shed:
Because of death too late a great people re-created,
Late and soon the awaited relief comes.

46
After great trouble for humanity, a greater one is prepared
The Great Mover renews the ages:
Rain, blood, milk, famine, steel and plague,
Is the heavens fire seen, a long spark running.

47
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highlighted 47 was unintenntional lol.
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Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.

Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.

And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things. Yet, with all that, his torment is eternal. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell, and the wind cuts him bitterly to the bone, a harsh dry wind, so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst.



Makes no**** seem a little creepier no?
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When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
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mental and emotional

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Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.

Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.

And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things. Yet, with all that, his torment is eternal. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell, and the wind cuts him bitterly to the bone, a harsh dry wind, so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst.



Makes no**** seem a little creepier no?
 Quoting: Dionysian Fullaflattus


When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
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Bookmark for when imnot drinking.;-)
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Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.

Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.

And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things. Yet, with all that, his torment is eternal. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell, and the wind cuts him bitterly to the bone, a harsh dry wind, so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst.



Makes no**** seem a little creepier no?
 Quoting: Dionysian Fullaflattus


When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
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Bookmark for when imnot drinking.;-)
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It is always my contention that we sit in a place of wholeness or fullness if you will. All manifestations of conciousness are contingent on belief. Thus, As we reside within a lack of belief we substantiate ever more powerful enemies even if they take on the gravity of ennui.

Do you remember Capt Pike strangling that bobble headed woman (of 3) in the star trek pilot?
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Its all changing..its in the air..game changer confirmed..but still need 3days for change
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Sounds like good news to me! wink


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Its woman
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Well more woman that be women from what I can tell thus far
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Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.

Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.

And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things. Yet, with all that, his torment is eternal. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell, and the wind cuts him bitterly to the bone, a harsh dry wind, so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst.



Makes no**** seem a little creepier no?
 Quoting: Dionysian Fullaflattus


When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
 Quoting: Septenary Man


Bookmark for when imnot drinking.;-)
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 10749801


It is always my contention that we sit in a place of wholeness or fullness if you will. All manifestations of conciousness are contingent on belief. Thus, As we reside within a lack of belief we substantiate ever more powerful enemies even if they take on the gravity of ennui.

Do you remember Capt Pike strangling that bobble headed woman (of 3) in the star trek pilot?
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I don't remember that episode, but, as usual, I tend to agree with your words. The only thing I am mis-thinking, I believe, is you words that all manifestations of consciousness are contingent on belief. To me, belief is holding to concepts/constructs without experience of those concepts/constructs.
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When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
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It is always my contention that we sit in a place of wholeness or fullness if you will. All manifestations of conciousness are contingent on belief. Thus, As we reside within a lack of belief we substantiate ever more powerful enemies even if they take on the gravity of ennui.

Do you remember Capt Pike strangling that bobble headed woman (of 3) in the star trek pilot?
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I don't remember that episode, but, as usual, I tend to agree with your words. The only thing I am mis-thinking, I believe, is you words that all manifestations of consciousness are contingent on belief. To me, belief is holding to concepts/constructs without experience of those concepts/constructs.
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I am speaking of internally projected intuitive belief. The same place questioning comes from.
Not belief in imposed, unquestionable constructs.
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Gotcha. I that is exactly why I was thinking I was mis-thinking you.

You emotionally holding up good? You've fucking been in the shitter lately. Well, you know what I mean.

I am going through some stuff now. Found out last night, my wife's sister had some cancerous anomalies removed. I won't get into it, but she had cancer about 20 years ago with a 95% mortality rate. It was not fun for her. She had been clean all these years...now this. Plus her daughter may be going through a divorce at this time. My wife's family are incredible, loving people, and it sucks to see this happening.
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Gotcha. I that is exactly why I was thinking I was mis-thinking you.

You emotionally holding up good? You've fucking been in the shitter lately. Well, you know what I mean.

I am going through some stuff now. Found out last night, my wife's sister had some cancerous anomalies removed. I won't get into it, but she had cancer about 20 years ago with a 95% mortality rate. It was not fun for her. She had been clean all these years...now this. Plus her daughter may be going through a divorce at this time. My wife's family are incredible, loving people, and it sucks to see this happening.
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hugs

Sorry to hear that bro...

Sleep alluding, must be waiting for the witching hour ;)
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Gotcha. I that is exactly why I was thinking I was mis-thinking you.

You emotionally holding up good? You've fucking been in the shitter lately. Well, you know what I mean.

I am going through some stuff now. Found out last night, my wife's sister had some cancerous anomalies removed. I won't get into it, but she had cancer about 20 years ago with a 95% mortality rate. It was not fun for her. She had been clean all these years...now this. Plus her daughter may be going through a divorce at this time. My wife's family are incredible, loving people, and it sucks to see this happening.
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As I tell myself: It could always be worse. I don't think life deals any fair hands, but, it's what we make of them and ourselves as we refine our mettle.

Once we put everything into perspective, the bad only makes the good sweeter.
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Gotcha. I that is exactly why I was thinking I was mis-thinking you.

You emotionally holding up good? You've fucking been in the shitter lately. Well, you know what I mean.

I am going through some stuff now. Found out last night, my wife's sister had some cancerous anomalies removed. I won't get into it, but she had cancer about 20 years ago with a 95% mortality rate. It was not fun for her. She had been clean all these years...now this. Plus her daughter may be going through a divorce at this time. My wife's family are incredible, loving people, and it sucks to see this happening.
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As I tell myself: It could always be worse. I don't think life deals any fair hands, but, it's what we make of them and ourselves as we refine our mettle.

Once we put everything into perspective, the bad only makes the good sweeter.
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Hugs
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My first post about the connection of the squids, I had not been approached, yet when I left my house to go look at some work, I felt the power drain, so sent my pac man around me nom nom noming to counter any forms sent my way, I did not even have enough to form a chi ball, after sending him and third eye was non existent, at no stage was I panicking manifesting or in any kind of fear, I was looking for logical explanations, I was actually very happy listening to some nice tunes and feeling my energy go up and down with the music just before having to send out pacman.

I reread what I posted and it is a little wrong, well appears wrong, on either side of me, was not the squids, but beings, they were covering my energy, I got one of them in the heart, yet they brought the squids with them, I followed the signature back to source, the beings I then went at it with, were others forms, used by some others from this side, chanting ritualistic bullshit, they were built from the energy gathered with the little replica pyramids, I asked a friend who knows my house and its energy to come and follow back to confirm what I did or if I was doo daa, they confirmed what they could see on the floor by the black pyramids in the other place, the head of the point in their trinity the aftermath of earthquake I caused.

They told me to be careful, and we have placed mirrors all around me and my family, I have only just managed to get clear of all this, yet this time, I am better equipped, and less volatile hahaha, don't want you guys worrying I going to freak out, I am cool with this and like I said actually quite happy with the outcome.

Just thought I would clarify, if this is my manifestation, others have followed trail and seen the mess I made, so not sure how that all works, my mate said they smelled of fear even of each other, like power grabbing from each other, I not that adept at all that ...yet, I just swing me sword about hahahaha.
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Gotcha. I that is exactly why I was thinking I was mis-thinking you.

You emotionally holding up good? You've fucking been in the shitter lately. Well, you know what I mean.

I am going through some stuff now. Found out last night, my wife's sister had some cancerous anomalies removed. I won't get into it, but she had cancer about 20 years ago with a 95% mortality rate. It was not fun for her. She had been clean all these years...now this. Plus her daughter may be going through a divorce at this time. My wife's family are incredible, loving people, and it sucks to see this happening.
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As I tell myself: It could always be worse. I don't think life deals any fair hands, but, it's what we make of them and ourselves as we refine our mettle.

Once we put everything into perspective, the bad only makes the good sweeter.
 Quoting: Dionysian Fullaflattus


True....

Why do Heroin addicts stay addicts? Not the high so much as the swing....
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Choronzon hath no form, because he is the maker of all form; and so rapidly he changeth from one to the other as he may best think fit to seduce those whom he hateth, the servants of the Most High.

Thus taketh he the form of a beautiful woman, or of a wise and holy man, or of a serpent that writheth upon the earth ready to sting.

And, because he is himself, therefore he is no self; the terror of darkness, and the blindness of night, and the deafness of the adder, and the tastelessness of stale and stagnant water, and the black fire of hatred, and the udders of the Cat of slime; not one thing, but many things. Yet, with all that, his torment is eternal. The sun burns him as he writhes naked upon the sands of hell, and the wind cuts him bitterly to the bone, a harsh dry wind, so that he is sore athirst. Give unto me, I pray thee, one drop of water from the pure springs of Paradise, that I may quench my thirst.



Makes no**** seem a little creepier no?
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When I was confronted with my Cthulhu...I don't like discussing this because discussing it makes it seem like I think it is wholly 'real'. I do not, though I can except it if it were, or if it weren't. In other words, it doesn't matter to me if it was an actual encounter, or my own mind creating the illusion of encounter. The end result to me is the same, and eventually is of no consequence, as I am what I am.

OK, my disclaimer is over. lol

When I was confronted with a Cthulhu type thought form/experience, it was of black tentacles...ah, I want to tell the details, but I will be brief just so there is an atmosphere.

My consciousness was above a dark land, lit with a silver light across the landscape. It had been a long time of lucidity, perhaps 5 hours or so dream time, and I was growing bored. I wondered if the dark places exist in all places, and thought of going down under the earth, where I was always pulled by something beyond my control when I tried to 'ascend' into the sky.

The landscape was of rolling hills and sparse trees, silver and dark blue...and black the only colors. As if monochrome with the inclusion of blue.

I was bored. Again, I wondered if the dark places are within everything while I gazed floating above this amazing landscape. So I tested it, and drove myself deep through the snows, deep into darkness, into the earth.

I found myself in a small cavern, ceiling perhaps 12 feet high, dirt and rocky walls as if natural. The black tentacles immediately swarmed over me, most generally the thickness of my arm, though they all varied. The feelings are palpable, of darkness, of smothering, of heightened fear that is not only emotional, but physical as well. These are times when I say, that to subject someone to these dual...saturating feelings of...of...palpable massive feelings is just fucking wrong. Even if it is myself creating it in my mind.

I used to know exactly what happened, but I never wrote it down. I had manifested light as a type of weapon, though the word weapon is inaccurate, but I do not feel like defining why.

I wielded light. I used it as protection, but it was offensive as well. Or, maybe I was offensive when the tentacles en-wrapped me. So I used my protection offensively to...man this is hard to describe. I used my protection and projected it outward to give me room in my thoughts to 'work'. Then, I welled up a vast intention that is formed not of words, but of images. I imaged the my light saturating the entire cavern, embedding into everything, including the 'air' and radiating out as far as it would go, but only superficially, not 'interior'. The fucker would not let me leave, not by tentacles, but by its own intention.

But, I decided to not manifest my intention, I merely showed an image of it within me, without me, to show 'it' what I was going to do if it continued 'attacking' me. I was welcoming it to interact with me, but the moment it intruded upon/inside me, then I would release the intention.

LMAO! It changed immediately into a beautiful woman. The woman manifested about 15 feet away from me, and was crying, and merely wanted to be held, wanted comfort, wanted to get inside of me.

I do not believe in the 'God' most people do, but I pulled hard on God, drawing it in. I did not intention Source, or IT, or the like, but drew on the concept of a brilliant god...that was light and was part of me.

Fucker went insane, lmao! It was similar to a stalemate just by it not wanting to manifest my intention. I pushed my intention into it, without manifesting my intention, just to get him it to let go without destroying it. It's...thoughts receded, though it still existed in front of me, as a fine ass blond female that turned from pretend sorrow and anguish, to obscene raging anger.

I stared, as calm as you could imagine, and pulled my thoughts out.

SHIT! I told you guys another one of my experiences that I keep inside. lol Oh well.
 Quoting: Septenary Man


Sounds like an encounter with CHORONZON. If it ever happens again do the 'sign of silence'.
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coffee4
damn acuk, Laura Mvula is pretty great!
goes perfect with coffee :D

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I saw that lol
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Black Jets
Mar 08, 2013

An electromagnetic phenomenon on the fringes of galaxy NGC 7793 is confounding astronomers because they insist on seeing it as a gravitational superforce.

Explaining the jets of ionized particles often seen erupting from various objects in space ranks as one of the most difficult tasks facing modern astronomers. What force can create highly energetic particle emissions that span distances measured in light-years? What confines them into narrow beams?

Hundreds of stellar jets have now been observed, but the prevailing theory of “compacted gravitational point sources” exciting gas and dust as they orbit does not address the existence of collimated jets. There is only one force that can hold such a matter stream together over those distances: magnetism. The only way to generate that magnetic confinement is through electricity flowing through space.

In the past, astronomers observed coherent filaments from so-called “Herbig Haro” stars, some more than 12 light-years long. Charged particles within the filaments were thought to exceed velocities of 500 kilometers per second. The finely knotted jets exceeded three times the distance from our Sun to the nearest star, Alpha Proxima. According to ESO’s recent announcement, however, the jets from the NGC 7793 microquasar are several hundred light-years long...............
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Black Jets
Mar 08, 2013

An electromagnetic phenomenon on the fringes of galaxy NGC 7793 is confounding astronomers because they insist on seeing it as a gravitational superforce.

Explaining the jets of ionized particles often seen erupting from various objects in space ranks as one of the most difficult tasks facing modern astronomers. What force can create highly energetic particle emissions that span distances measured in light-years? What confines them into narrow beams?

Hundreds of stellar jets have now been observed, but the prevailing theory of “compacted gravitational point sources” exciting gas and dust as they orbit does not address the existence of collimated jets. There is only one force that can hold such a matter stream together over those distances: magnetism. The only way to generate that magnetic confinement is through electricity flowing through space.

In the past, astronomers observed coherent filaments from so-called “Herbig Haro” stars, some more than 12 light-years long. Charged particles within the filaments were thought to exceed velocities of 500 kilometers per second. The finely knotted jets exceeded three times the distance from our Sun to the nearest star, Alpha Proxima. According to ESO’s recent announcement, however, the jets from the NGC 7793 microquasar are several hundred light-years long...............
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 Quoting: aether


"because they insist on seeing it as a gravitational superforce" chuckle

...

Good morning! :multinan:


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