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What's the most evil and dangerous symbol in existence? Lay it on me.
>>17060024
According to jews, the swastika.
The letter Z.
The color orange.
I need an SCP agent to contact me please.
>>17059750
What seems to be the problem?
Okay
>>17059769
Any recruitment coming up any opportunities to join you? Where has the SCP been on /x/ lately?
dear /x/ I want to start astral projection but don't know how do
i already tried some youtube videos and the wiki but they didnt help
help please
>>17059659
>learn how to deeply relax your body through the popular methods
>learn how to stay conscious at the edge of sleep
>do one of the popular projection techniques
>practice on a regular basis
>>17060504
bumping this cause i like to talk about astral projection.
read robert bruce his online works. just google it, it's called astral dynamics online works. something like this
>>17059659
That is because it isn't real. This entire board is a containment board for crazies. There is no magical force, there is no light, only darkness.
I have no idea if it's truly real and no way to prove it, but I kind of hope it is. It would be comforting to learn that our souls are eternal instead of short and limited to a single human lifespan, or that even before you were born you had a legacy spanning millenia.
>>17059648
>I have no idea if it's truly real and no way to prove it, but I kind of hope it is
that's the basis of belief, congrats, you now believe in reincarnation
well you could ofcourse get yourself some DMT and see if you can break through to the other side.
Human life is specifically made for god realization, which will release you from the cycles of birth and death.
Can we get a nightmare thread going?
Just dreamed that my bad was full of spider and i couldent get out, i was stuck by tons of spider....
k ill start
>be dreaming
>morning
>me and bro on my couch where i sleep(i am on it)
>spider hanging on web right of us
>wtf?
>suddenly silent wave of centipedes, rouches, spiders explode from under couch
>bro yells at me for not cleaning my shit
>hfw picrelated
blur after that few dream secs later new nightmare too long to type but i can tell if you want. couch spider dream not really as spooky.
This may sound very stupid but I'm in need of some assistance and I know that a number of people on /x/ are knowledgeable about the occult/witchcraft/other such forces.
I want to restart my life, from about when I was a toddler - preferably with at least a modicum of my memories now, even if they're just in the form of an 'intuition' about certain actions at certain critical stages of my life up to this point. I'd be happy just to restart without memories if needs be.
Is there any way of achieving this? I'm open to all suggestions, even if they involve selling my soul or whatnot.
Again, I know this probably sounds odd and desperate but I am rather desperate at this stage.
>>17059144
No, that's impossible and it will never fucking happen, despite what schizophrenics on the internet might say to the contrary.
Man up and face your problems, or kill yourself. If you have the freedom and the finances to whinge about your problems here, then it really can't be that bad.
>>17059144
Damn dude, you're still looking for answers for this? Hate to break it to you bud. We simply can't do anything like that.
Man up and pray for reincarnation
Every year I have a nightmare that literally destroys me. For weeks afterwards I'll sleep with the lights on and I'm a goddamn grown man.
Each time they get more and more brutal but this last one that I had takes the goddamn cake and ever since I had it I have become obsessed with writing to the point where if I don't write I become severely depressed. I've written four short stories and a goddamn novella in a span of six months after the nightmare.
He won't let me rest.
I wrote this right after I had the nightmare. It is unedited but it gets the point across.
I felt the gentle touch on both arms as I was flanked by two slender women garbed in flowing ivory white robes. They were of equal height and their chestnut hair flowed and danced as we walked through polished marbled halls. Their faces were bright and beautiful and their eyes held warmth. They guided me through the halls and showed me great works of art and sculpture. Fountains of spirits and angels sprouting from the water. Portraits of immortals fending off demons. Murals of utopia with orchards and the naked saved. I was entranced by it all. I had never seen a collection so impressive in my life especially one that was all made by human hands. The last work they guided me to was of a large fountain of ebony and gold. An uneasy feeling sank deep inside me as my eyes roved and studied the large golden sculpture of the goatman that sat on a dais in the middle of the fountain. It had its head craned upwards to stare at the ceiling or whatever lay beyond. The arms on the beast were human and one was raised and ended with two fingers pointed with the remaining three bent to clutch the palm. The other arm and hand were the same except they pointed at a downwards angle.
The two beautiful women let go of my arms and jumped into the fountain and began drinking the water.
One turned to me as she was cupping the water in her hands and said with a sweet gentle voice. “This is our favorite work in the cathedral. Isn't it beautiful?”
I didn't respond. A creeping paranoia was seeping in from the back of my skull. Little whispers told me to flee.
The angelic voice called out to me once more. “Come. Come and taste it. It is pure. Come and taste it. Then come and taste us. Drink. It is pure.”
My legs started moving and my heart began to pound and the whisper became a hysterical scream.
I bent to one knee and felt the cold from the marble against my exposed skin. The virgin brought her cupped hands to my face and I sipped. It was cold and it was pure. The virgin then dipped her hands into the fountain once more, cupped them, and dripped water onto the top of my head and face.
They then got out of the fountain and picked me up from my knee and placed their gent hands once again onto my arms and led me from the room.
They both looked up to me and said “You tasted the god's water now it is time to taste his daughters.”
We walked under an archway and into a courtyard where the sandals met crushed white stone rather than smoothed marble. As we crossed it two old crones with hunched backs and boils and walking canes hobbled to us. When they reached us they asked in creaking voices to look into our eyes to see our futures.
With shaking hands plagued by arthritis they attempted to touch the faces of the virgins but they shied away in fear. Then they turned to me with their shaking hands.
With slight annoyance I let them touch my face with their crooked fingers and they both gasped and when they looked into my eyes horror befell them. They began to shriek wildly and hobble away from us. “MOLLACH IS HERE! BETHLEMET IS HERE! BETHLEMET IS WITHIN THE CATHEDRAL OF GOD!”
The once blue bright sky above darkened and rolling black blacks blanketed the heavens. I turned to question the women on each arm but they disintegrated into dust and dissipated with the growing wind.
Within seconds all light was engulfed by darkness.
I began to blindly run in the direction of the cathedral entrance but my legs quickly became numb and the sensation of cooled tar encased my limbs.
A hellish voice called out from everywhere. “Where are you running to?”
I began to pray. I began to ask for forgiveness from god.
The voice called out once again. “There is nowhere to run to.”
I felt hot tears streak down my cheeks as I sputtered out. “Our father who art in heaven-”
Thunderous condescending laughter rained upon me and drowned out the rest of the prayer.
“You pray to him? He's doesn't care about your kind anymore. You are dead to him. Why pray to him?”
I am weeping now as I repeat the prayer.
“You pathetic little worm. I am your god not him. He has wrote you off while I have rewarded your brothers kindly and in time I will reward you too.”
With all the courage I could muster I shouted out into the darkness with fear staining my voice. “YOU ARE NOT MY GOD!”
The thunderous laughter answered.
“Oh I am and you are my son and my soldier. All great men are my sons and my soldiers.”
The world flashed to life and the world spun with a collage of light and voices. Of speeches and assassinations. Of wars and treaties. Of trials and prisons. Of rich men and beautiful women. Of empires birthed and destroyed by revolution and blood.
It began to spin faster and faster. “I am the weaver of history and you are my string. Everything important that has ever happened is because of me. Everything you know is because of me. The world you live in is because of me. I am your god and you are my son and soldier. All great men are my sons and my soldiers and I have chosen you.”
Hi /x/
How do I de-calcify my pineal gland ? I don't want to hear about hurr durr tinfoil durr, I just need advice on how to do it (like changing diet, lifestyle, etc.) Thanks
>>17058724
install gentoo
>>17058730
Besides gentoo of course
You can't
Unless you band you head hard enough to break the layers of calcium
But you will mostly,be dead before you can finish the process.
Good luck
Other Side of Midnight
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Is it his imaging panel again? it hasn't even been a week
WE SAVED CARTER
Share your opinions on 9/11. Was it an inside job?
Pic related
Da joos.
>>17058586
maybe.
A lot of demolitions experts agreed that it did look like a controlled collapse when the towers fell.
>>17058586
absolutely. I don't have a doubt anymore that it was not Islamic terrorists that bombed those towers, quite possible the U.S government and quite possibly a small number of people who only knew it was going to happen. Got a few 9/11 conspiracy pics...i'll post em'
Share your thoughts, no religion/ideologies are discriminated What do you really think happens after death?
>>17058530
It's impossible for you not exist. The whole universe you know doesn't exist without you. When you die you "wait" to exist again. God could exist but an afterlife could not exist. An afterlife could exist, but no God. I don't know, it's a weird world. I hope that death results in an increase in knowledge instead of a decrease but I have no idea what to expect.
>>17058624
> This is some broken ass English
>>17058530
I believe that after we die we go to an "interlife" period, where we make contracts with other people about life lessons we are going to experience in the next incarnation.
Plus we're all gods energy, split up when the main source found self awareness and wanted to fully explore that (like god giving itself multiple personality disorder so it could have someone to talk to)
TL;DR: One with everything and reincarnation.
How do you deal with it? Meds? Drugs? Booze?
Contrary to all the dog shit coming out of /x/, this is an actual legit phenomenon and I know I'm not the only one in here.
Even tho we all know it's a mental thing, what was your worst experience/hallucination/lucid dream?
I've had many, but the worst one I probably experienced was litteraly feeling a hand grabbing my forearm and pulling on me when I was about to fall asleep. Other instances include feeling like someone is in my room, shadows, horrific faces when I open the eyes, feeling like someone is touching me, etc.
Bump for curiosity.
I once felt something pull on my leg before falling asleep at a very young age and it affected the way I sleep for years.
>>17058345
How often do you exercise?
Are you overweight?
I want to explain to you, /x/, my interpretation of magic. I will keep it very simple.
First let's think about spells, and how they are typically viewed.
The most stereotypical form of spellcasting I can think of is incantation, usually rhyming. Rhyming and repetition increases not only your focus, but the influence of your spell.
These spells do not have to rhyme, however. Any word is a spell. If you ask someone to get you a glass of water, they can accept or decline, they can choose whether to let your request (spell) have influence over them. By simply speaking a word, you can put ideas into people's heads whether they want you to or not, such as asking one not to think of an elephant. It takes great practice to stop being susceptible to those sorts of things, and this practice can be interpreted as warding and achieved through meditation and the like.
This is how magic manifests in our world. Through thought, speech, marketing, body language, everything.
OP here, i think my main motivation for making this thread was because i'm so sick of roleplay magic threads that i thought i'd offer a different perspective and to say that things are as you define them.
bump because for the first time not bullshit
Magic uses associations and symbolism to change the outlook ourselves and others have on any given thing. Colors, whether we want them to or not, have meaning to us. Green, we associate with money. Red, maybe with anger. This is why witches would burn candles colored in a way they deem appropriate for the spells they wish to do, for example. Whether or not you think that in particular bullshit is beside the point, because the associations and meanings are still there, underlying, engrained in our minds. That is the "magic" we can use to change our worlds, and even to affect other people.
Ask someone that has great understanding and knowledge of how to understand and ultimately be able to cast both black and white magic
What do you do for a living?
>>17058273
I usually go on quests
Usually hired depending on who needs my skill
got anything interesting to say about chaos magic?
Is our World a 'stupendous accident', or is there a purpose for our existence?
There's a purpose for every part of your being, from your ears to your anus. It's a safe bet there's a purpose for our existence.
>>17058226
If we assume there's a purpose, then we assume we were created. There's no point to create something if you're omniscient, because you know the outcome to the creation. So, our creator(s) are not omniscient. It would mean we are being used to answer a question and nothing more. Once we answer the question, we won't have any utility.
I really like the simulation theory. It's simulations all the way down and at the very top are the ones living in a "stupendous accident."
