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>What's this Divination thing all about?
The practice of seeking knowledge of the future or the unknown by any of a variety of means.
>I'm new to this, help!
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Previously on /div/: >>17809123
>>17812221
* If you'd like a reading from me, click "Reply" on this post and submit the information (as much or as little as you feel comfortable with) that's indicated at the bottom of this post.
>WELCOME
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0dni2mlXy7j
I am Onymous because I am known. I am Chironymous because I have taken the role and name of Chiron, the archetypal Wounded Healer.
Chironymous here, doing readings for whomever I can whenever I'm around, so definitely check back for a response before thread's end! And I may even post your response in the next thread if this one ends!
>INTERVIEW
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0VxvfG5NZhY
>MENU of DIVINATION METHODS
>Decks
- NEW! Centennial Rider-Waite-Smith Tarot - a three-card spread with this traditional deck
Morgan's Tarot - an irreverant oracle deck based on Tarot and I-Ching
- Lenormand - a three-card Petit Lenormand spread
>Wacky Scry
- Scrying with Old Television Static - an old widescreen CRT television set with analog tuner - silhouettes/outlines and symbols
>Other
- NEW! Gem Stone Divination - a three-stone reading pulled from a bag of 13 stones - a Past-Present-Future reading
- NEW! Butter Ring Cookies - see what Yes/No/Maybe cookie get! - Yes/No questions answered with a photo of a cookie before I eat it!
- Pendulum - a swinging stone on a chain - perfect for Yes/No questions!
- I-Ching - ancient Chinese divination method - good for General/Future/Love/Finance readings
>INFORMATION
I just need you to say something positive*** to me so that I may heal my wounds and help others... and as much or as little of the following as you're comfortable giving me:
***Post something friendly, cheerful, helpful, upbeat, encouraging, caring, positive, or the like
*Name/nickname
*Gender
*Age
*Sign
*Description of yourself
*Location-ish
*Whether you want Tarot (RWS), Morgan's Tarot, Lenormand deck, I-Ching, Gem Stones, Cookie, Yes/No Pendulum Divination, Wacky Scry
*Query (one part/question only... two if absolutely necessary!)
>>17812225
inb4 will she ever love me
>>17812225
I wish you nothing but love, peace and light OP and may you spread it to others such as myself.
*Name/nickname: Devin
*Gender: m
*Age: 22
*Sign: Aries
*Description of yourself: Pretty introverted computer nerd, I used to do a lot of hallucinogens so I'm pretty weird.
*Location-ish: US, eastcoast
*I would like a tarot reading
*Query (one part/question only... two if absolutely necessary!):
I need guidance. I have lost myself spiritually and no longer feel a connection to divine presence. I am becoming increasingly depressed and unlike myself. I also am continually questioning weather reality or anything is "real" at all. Going borderline schizo. But I increasingly have a sense that nothing is real and that I am being guided by forces I cannot perceive.
But basically I am wondering if you could give me a reading on which direction I should go in my life.
So this guy is a nutjob right?
http://www.revisionism.nl/Sun/The-Mad-Revisionist.htm
Nah, looks like a satire of flat earthers.
Assuming the earth is indeed flat, why would the jews/masons/insertgrouphere want us to believe in a spherical earth?
>>17812067
Definitely a nutjob, he had me going up until the last part about a sun landing and sun rocks.
Like nigga, I use my Sun Stones to evolve my Gloom, I ain't giving you shit!
>>>/r9k/29301251
>There are 7 different cults that rule the world. 4 major, 3 minor.
>The Saturnian cult , Solar cult, Lunar cult, and Stellar cult (rumored defunct) are the major.
>The Volcano cults, Mushroom cults, and Venus cults are the minor.
Can anyone tell me more about this?
>>17812053
>/r9k/
>going there and ever going to another board
"You've gotta go back"
I can only speak for the mushrooms. Our secret is the triviality of your system. You're already one of us, but are not aware of your admission. That's the game. When you discover when you joined us you will have eternal life.
You forgot the loominaughtee
Sup guys, what can I gain from lucid dreaming
>>17811700
A greater connection with the Lord, possibly.
Possibly nothing.
>>17811728
Hmm,
>>17811700
From personal experience:
>Do Zombie apocalypse simulation.
>Furthermore using it as a test drive for video games i wish i could develop one day.
>Summon things by googling them, then grabing them out the screen during a video.
>Smoke infinite weed.
>Trying to fuck your crush.
>Getting attacked by your crush, with a chainsaw. (Like in Inception sort of.)
>fly.
>meeting your favorite celebs
>visit your hometown. Modded.
>Waking up, thus interrupting an otherwise nice dream.
>Oh look, a giant squid breaching on Google Earth!
>except it's over 100 feet long?
I may have missed an earlier thread but I'm just now hearing about this wtf
>>17811599
Tell me where you live so I can invade your home and rape you.
>>17811620
Just ask your mom
>>17811639
I can't. I've eaten her.
Your address?
Guys I just took a picture of Slenderman I think. First time I saw him I thought it was a manequin but then I realized it is a furniture shop not a clothes one and that Creep is moving. I began to run. OMFG
Way to be about five years behind the curve OP
Hello. Me, the Mussolini.
That's creepy af..
I've been being hunted for weeks now, and all I can find out about my attacker is that he is not human. Please help me.
>>17811099
show proof or gtfo, what a waste of dubs
>>17811099
>>17811099
Elaborate.
Let's talk about Eduard A. Meier. How can it be that everything he said has become reality? I read his prophecy and I fear the future now.
>everything he said came true
Like what?
>>17811011
He's no Riley Martin, that's for damn sure. O-Qua Tangin Wann.
>>17811011
I've wanted to look at his stuff on Youtube, but his reputation for being a scam artist precedes him. Some of the contact stories and alien races sound interesting though.
This was a long time ago when I lived in El Paso. I was roughly 7 years old and my mother, my stepfather, and I had moved in to a new house. Not too long into the stay, my mother heard me talk about a friend of mine that lived in the wall. He was described as a hispanic little boy who died from overheating on a train while trying to immigrate to America. Every night, we would talk with each other and I would tell my mother about our conversation. Later on, I brought up the topic of torture and flaying, worrying my mother. How I or the the other child had any concept of it, I don't know, but I said that he told me about it. My mom decided to move. I had no memory of this, but my mother recently reminded of this. What about you? Do you have any freaky stories from your childhood?
This was a long time ago when I lived in El Paso. I was roughly 7 years old and my mother, my stepfather, and I had moved in to a new house. Not too long into the stay, my mother heard me talk about a friend of mine that lived in the wall. He was described as a hispanic little boy who died from overheating on a train while trying to immigrate to America. Every night, we would talk with each other and I would tell my mother about our conversation. Later on, I brought up the topic of torture and flaying, worrying my mother. How I or the the other child had any concept of it, I don't know, but I said that he told me about it. My mom decided to move. I had no memory of this, but my mother recently reminded of this. What about you? Do you have any freaky stories from your childhood?
>I was 14 yrs old
>we were out with classmates at night
>going home
>can't see any human
>reached the door of my house
>looked next to me
>a lady was standing in the middle of the street
>couldn't see her face
>she looked a bit confused
>who_cares.jpg
>she started heading toward me very very very slowly
>she looked strange for some reason, gestures maybe
>don't wanna talk to her
>get inside quickly
>she is standing at the door
>oh_shit.jpg
fun fact: nothing happened, but it scared me
I was like 5 or 6 maybe and i was going to sleep in my bunk bed at the very end of the hall.
I slept eith ny door open always because i was always scared but i could see straight down the hall.
At the end of the hall was a little antique stuffed bear sitting ontop a basket nailed to the wall like an attempt at decoration.
The bear became lively and began to swing its arms forward and around itself spiradically as i watched from my bed. I basically saw the stuffed bear became animated.
Scared the fucking shit outta me i rmemeber it to this day
What do you think is out there in that seemingly infinite darkness?
How probable are the chances of interstellar invasion? What if we were attacked? Wouldn't we get absolutely decimated?
I'm less afraid of what is out there in this infinite darkness than of what is inside the seemingly darkness of so many people that are walking the streets.
>>17810762
We already know how bad people can be, just by flicking through a history book, or switching on the news.
What scares me more is the complete unknown.
>>17810767
Well what can I say?
Try a few doses of DMT and you will see.
Now ofcourse I have mentioned the taboo and most likely I will not be taken seriously. That is alright with me.
Think, humanity is quite older than the.. what? 20 to 30 years you have been alife?
If there is something out there that could potentialy help or harm us then it is already here.
Humanity is very slow with the technology that it is using at this point in time.
It can do some things, but slowly and not all too far out.
Your telescopes see nothing.
Dimethyltryptamine however, which is produced by your organism can change your perception in a drastic way. And while you yourself remain the same as you sit here now will start to see things in your very room that you have not been seeing before and you will never see like this again.
Science is all good and well but it can only do so much. It's a tool and maybe our tools are not enough.
It kind of shows, doesn't it?
It's up to everyone to decide for himself.
And like I've said I have no more reason to be afraid of anything that is *out there*, but of what is in the people.
The most horrifying acts have all been done by people. Either to themselfes or to others.
If there is something worse than us then I welcome it, because it will put humanity in its place and once again we will have to work together instead of against eachother.
That is a much more comforting thought than being butchered or enslaved by raving madmen of my own kind.
Alright, spoopy gif thread.
What is that thing?
>>17810639
Skynet baby terminator... This is just the beginning!
>>17810682
Of all things why a baby like why not a full person, although a baby robot would be more convincing because of its simpler movements and thoughts
Why do I get a feeling of dread whenever I see a slightly open door?
Because you don't know what's on the other side.
It's completely normal, don't worry. It's that fear of the unknown. It's a survival instinct kicking in, and decidedly not paranormal.
>>17810553
>>17810551
Thank you, my mind can finally rest.
Do you guys think Lee Harvey Oswald really killed JFK?
If so, do you think he was the only one??
>>17810252
>Do you guys think Lee Harvey Oswald really killed JFK?
No, Oswald only appeared to kill JFK
>If so, do you think he was the only one??
No, there are many, many Oswalds out there.
I wonder who was behind it.
redearch George Bush sr
I've been thinking this for a while, I don't want to do It, but I really need to. I want to sell my soul today, and searching information I found this site. Can you confirm if this just a fan base site or whatever? My second option is performing a ritual this night at 0:00, with a contract writed by me and with a blood seal, telling Him why I need help and at the end burning the contract with fire.
This is some freaky shit.
youve earned a motherfucking bump for interest
>>17810191
This is the site. Demonical.com
I don't want to sell my soul if it's not 100% to Him, cause I really need this favor.
With exaggerated deliberation, I climbed down the wooden ladder and entered the oil-covered water. My helmet was barely awash as I walked aft on the main deck, skirting wreckage. The dense floating mass of oil blotted out all daylight. I was submerged in total blackness.
Grunting with exertion, I tried to open the large hatch. “Topside, this damn hatch is stuck,” I said into my helmet phone. “The gasket probably melted from the heat of the fires. I’m going forward to the access trunk hatch and use that opening.”
I slowly groped my way across the littered deck to the trunk hatch. I forced the trunk hatch open and descended into the darkness below. This trunk was a square shaft that extended uninterrupted from the main deck to the third deck. I extended my right hand to guide myself down through the trunk. By following the shaft straight down, my hand was pointed in the direction necessary to follow the working plan. As I landed on the third-deck level I knew by the position of my extended arm that I was headed for the starboard side of the ship.
“Topside, I’m on the third deck. Give me three hundred feet of slack.”
I pulled down my coupled lifeline and air hose, coiling them at my feet. When I received the slack in my lines, I straightened up to get my bearings.
I moved cautiously, feeling my way with ungloved hands toward the starboard bulkhead in the compartment, which was my starting point. What I would find I had no inkling. Eventually, it would severely draw on every ounce of courage I possessed. As I looked up, I saw a light that glowed dimly, flickered, and disappeared. It must have been phosphorescence in the water, I thought as the blackness enveloped me once again. I shrugged as I thought: I would settle for just enough light to be able to see the end of my nose.
>>17810109
Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. I tried to suppress the strange feeling that I was not alone. I reached out to feel my way and touched what seemed to be a large inflated bag floating on the overhead. As I pushed it away, my bare hand plunged through what felt like a mass of rotted sponge. I realized with horror that the “bag” was a body without a head.
Gritting my teeth, I shoved the corpse as hard as I could. As it drifted away, its fleshless fingers raked across my rubberized suit, almost as if the dead sailor were reaching out to me in a silent cry for help.
I fought to choke down the bile that rose in my throat. That bloated torso had once contained viscera, muscle, and firm tissue. It had been a man. I could hear the quickening thump of my pulse.
For the first time I felt confined in the suffocating darkness and had to suppress the desire to escape. “Breathe slowly, breathe deeply,” I commanded myself. I must stay calm, professional, detached. The dangers from falling wreckage, holes in the deck, and knife-sharp jagged edges were real, formidable hazards. I must not succumb to terror over something that could not harm me.
I concentrated on finding the first road sign before starting toward the shop.
“Topside, I’m facing the bulkhead and my left hand is on the fire hydrant.”
A voice answered. “Move to your left about ten feet and reach your hand up to the overhead and you should feel a large blower motor. Continue six feet beyond and you will feel a watertight door in the after bulkhead of the workshop.
I did as instructed and felt my way through the darkness toward the door to the machine shop, accompanied only by the sound of the air hissing into my helmet from the air hose trailing behind me.
At the shop doorway I hesitated and drew my lifeline toward me. “I’m inside the shop doorway.” There was that feeling again.
>>17810112
“Turn and face the after bulkhead and move to your right about twenty feet. There should be a fire hydrant on the bulkhead waist high.”
“Got it.”
“Good. Now turn around, and with your back to the bulkhead, slowly walk forward through the shop.”
Then I got the eerie feeling again that I wasn’t alone. Something was near. I felt the body floating above me. Soon the overhead was filled with floating forms.
Obviously, my movement through the water created a suction effect that drew the floating masses to me. Their skeletal fingers brushed across my copper helmet. The sound reminded me of the tinkle of oriental wind chimes.
This time I did not panic. Instead, I gently pushed the bodies clear and moved through the compartment. I shuffled through the workshop area, threading my way around lathes, milling machines, and drill presses. I stopped and again found myself surrounded by ghostly bloated forms floating on the overhead, all without heads. This shop had been the damage control battle station for one hundred of the crew. The violent explosions from bombs and torpedoes, plus the forceful impact of water, must have thrown the sailors like rag dolls against bulkheads, breaking their necks and severing skulls from spines. Voracious scavenger crabs had finished the job.
It was not something I wanted to think about, and I pushed it from my mind as I moved forward again. That is when I stumbled over what felt like a torpedo, the object I had come down here to find.
“Topside, I found it. I’m at the nose cone.”
“Careful,” warned the voice from topside. “That’s where the detonator is located.”
“I know. I’m still at the nose cone. It’s wedged under a lathe. As soon as I circle this machine, I’ll feel my way down the torpedo body and attach the propeller lock.”
“Keep us posted on your progress.”
>>17810117
Then, as if someone had thrown a switch, my air supply stopped. “What’s wrong with my air supply?” I yelled.
No answer. The topside phone key was depressed, but all I could hear was panic-stricken shouting.
I quickly closed the exhaust valve in my helmet before all the air escaped from my helmet and suit. “Take in my slack, I’m coming up,” I yelled, fear rising in my voice.
Back came a rapid reply, “Your lifeline is hung up. Retrace your steps and clear it as quickly as you can.” I knew the oxygen remaining in my helmet could not sustain life for more than two minutes. By now the air had escaped from my suit, causing the dress to press tightly against my torso, the pressure from the surrounding water flattening it. As the pressure increased, I felt the huge roiling mass of panic surge into my throat. I tried desperately to hold back the growing anxiety within me. I had seen what terror could do to a man. It could take possession of mind and body and prevent him from helping himself, even cause him to give up completely. I told myself to concentrate on surviving.
I grabbed the lifeline and started back, pulling hand over hand toward the access trunk. The 196 pounds of diving equipment on my shoulders became an incredible weight. Without buoyancy in my suit, it became a heavy burden dragging me down.
Stumbling, wildly now, I crashed through the corpses, my breath quick and shallow from fear and exertion. Blind terror could destroy me. I fought it as best as I could. I finally felt where a loop in my air hose was caught on the handwheel of a lathe. I cleared my lines and yelled, “Take up my slack!”
Almost immediately, I felt the answering strain on the lines as my diving tenders heaved them in.
“It’s free,” someone shouted over the phone. “Stay calm. We’ll have you up in a minute.”
I did not have breath enough to answer.
