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Hey /x/, for the past two weeks I've been attempting to de-calcify my pineal gland and detoxify my body. I've been taking 12ml doses of iodine and only drinking filtered water and already I feel a lot more energetic and perceptive. I don't need as much sleep, my dreams are more vivid, and I've noticed that I'm able to spot more masonic/occult imagery in my day to day life.
Is anyone else de-calcifying? Anyone have any tips? How can I make sure my food is safe to eat? Does anyone have experience with sleep deprivation meditation?
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>>17036526
What works for me is drinking hot spring water and lime.
>>17036526
>I've been taking 12ml doses of iodine
what brand of iodine? is there some special iodine you need to get?
What happened to the astral citadel?
I blew it up with rock and roll.
Sorry I made it crumble onto itself and become a part of my Self.
Can a wiccan (or wizard) send a snowstorm to central kentucky tonight?
I can only affect events 250 m from me. I'm too busy keeping my Canadian city above freezing to fly down and help you.
why?
>>17035995
And let the homeless people die of frostbite. think mate. everything has consequences.
Hey, so this is my first time posting here. I’m not sure if this is the right place for this, but nobody is taking me seriously, so posting here is worth a shot. It’s pretty long, but bare with me please.
A brief bit of backstory: my mom is essentially a Paleontologist (her official title is dumb and complicated, but she specializes in taphonomy, the study of decay and fossilization). She mostly does field research so I grew up moving around a lot, from site to site. I’ve never really had many friends, but the summer before my senior year my mom started a project that kept us in the same place in Bumfuck Nowhere, North Dakota.
>Be 18 year old me,
>Last semester of highschool
>I’m at locker with best/only friend in school, James.
>James is weirdly into photography, convinced that it is the key to immortality, capturing a person's essence in a way time cannot erode. I told him once that time erodes film too, but he said that wasn’t the point. He keeps a digital camera on him at all times, snapping photos of boring shit constantly. At first this was annoying, but I eventually got used to it. Plus he’s the only other person I’ve met who seemed interested in the stages of epidermal breakdown after death, so we get along.
>We’re chatting about our lack of spring break plans, when, Staci, this girl from our statistics class who I also happen to be in love with, walks up.
>Staci’s has blond hair, big green eyes, and a thing for tight turtleneck sweaters. She’s pretty outgoing, and we talk sometimes in class, mostly when she initiates it. I’ve tried to initiate sometimes, but I have a massive embarrassing crush on her that gets me all sweaty and stuttery. James knows all of this.
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>Anyway, so she bounces up to us. .
>”Hi James! Oh, hi Anon. Man, how boring is Mr. Snorerman’s voice. I’m sorry, I’m sure it’s important at all, but I have a hard time caring about lines of best fit at 8am.”
>Our teacher’s name is Mr. Norman.
>*polite laughs all around*
>”Yea,” I say, “And he’s so old too! They should call him Mr. Snoreosaurus!”
>I laugh.
>Only I laugh.
>”Uhhhh, yeaa.” Staci continues, “Anyway. So James, do you have any plans for spring break?”
> “Not exactly. I’m sort of working on a series of nature photos for a possible scholarship, but I’ve been having trouble finding any nature worth shooting. I was maybe thinking about making a road trip somewhere, and I was gonna ask Anon if he wanted to come.”
>Classic James, making nothing sound like something. Still, I’m excited at the prospect of roadtripping, even if he doesn’t mean it.
>”Oh, dude, yea of course I’ll go with you!” I squeak out, popping my heels off the group a bit.
>Both their eyes shift to my feet and then back up.
>”Oh that’s awesome!” Staci continued. “Well, the reason I was asking is because my aunt owns this cabin out on Lake Oahe, and she, like, never uses it. So she gave me permission to have some friends stay there over spring break, and I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come? We’d leave that Monday night, and get back Friday afternoon. It’ll be super fun, I promise AND there’s a ton forests and stuff around there, so I’m sure you could find some good wildlife shots for you project.”
>Fuck, I was really looking forward to that road trip. Oh well, looks like it’s another break filled with Bioshock and Cool Ranch Doritos.
>”Oh, uhh, yea that sounds fun, but I actually kind of need Anon for some help on some of the photos. He knows where to find the type of wild life I’m looking for.”
>I’m shocked at his friendship, but he doesn’t need to fall on his sword on my account.
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>”Oh, how silly of me,” Staci’s bubbly voice giggled a bit, “I should have said it earlier, but Anon you’re totally invited too. I just didn’t know if you wanted to. You don’t really seem to like my friends.”
>Wow, that’s direct of her, but okay.
>”Oh, no, what? I like your friends. I mean, I don’t know them very well, but they seem like nice people.”
>One time I saw her on-again/off-again boyfriend Chad take a shit in his friends baseball hat while people cheered. Great folks.
> Staci seems genuinely surprised, but happy. We swap numbers and she leaves James and I alone.
>”You can thank me later, Anon”
>James’ face is so coy, but I can’t deny it: he’s the man right now.
>“I am forever in your service.” I say, with a courtly bow.
>“Dude, you gotta cut it out with that shit. I know you’re joking, but you just come across as weird.”
>Ouch. Truth hurts.
>”Anyway, I was serious about needing your help with these photos. So that can be how you repay me. “
>He needs my help with photos? James knows more about photos than anyone I’ve met. He got kicked out of our school’s photography class last semester after calling the 65 year old teach a “narrow-minded bourgeois hack” when she wouldn’t allow 200 photo series of the same empty kitchen to serve as his “study of the female body”.
>I ask him why he could possible need me.
>”Oh, it’s simple. You know where to find the dead shit.”
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>Next week, spring break.
>My mom drops me off at Staci’s house, the group’s rendezvous point, and gives me a hug and kiss and says how happy she is that I’m finally making friends.
>Staci answers the door and looks a bit confused when she recognizes me.
>”Oh, hey Anon, you’re a little early, but that’s fine. No one else is here yet though.”
>Alone time already: shit’s so cash.
>I wave back to my mom, who was waiting, parked in the driveway in case something went wrong, and she drives off.
> I drop my bags off in the entrance, and Staci sits on the couch. I sit next to her, and she crosses her legs, scooting away in the process.
>”So Anon, you excited for the trip?”
>“Oh yea, I’m really excited.”
>I just now realized that I have no idea what to say to her.
>*Awkward silence*
>”I hoped I packed the right clothes. I’ve never been to Lake Oahe before, so I wasn’t sure what
to bring.”
>“Actually me neither,” Staci picks it up, seeming natural “I mean I’ve been there before, but the weather can weirdly fluctuate. My aunt said that last year the weather was awesome, and they were able to go out on the boat every day, but this year she said that a cold front is supposed to hit tonight, so it might kinda suck.”
>”Oh, that's okay, I brought a little bit of everything, just in case.”
>Staci laughs and looks over at my three large suitcases full of clothing.
>”Yea, I can see that. I’m just packing a few extra sweaters is all.”
>”Oh like the blue sweater with the black thing on the collar?”
>”What?”
>”Ya know, your blue sweater? It’s kinda tight and has like a black stripe going around the collar. You wore it to school on Thursday.”
>I could hear the words coming out, but was powerless to stop them.
>”Oh uhh, that’s weird.Yea, you’re right though. I’m bringing that one.”
> “Cool. That’s a nice sweater.”
> *Long Pause*
Give me the creepiest, most disturbing, most unsettling pictures you got /x/.
Do your worst.
Post your five favorite pics OP to get the ball rolling.
>>17035828
On mobile but ai'll see what I got. Should be home In a few minutes.
>>17035852
Can't see thumbnails very well so could be complete shit
Is there any way to get into someone else's dream?
>tattoos
>>17035658
what's with the unanimous r9k hateboner for tats
Easy, just get her obsessed with you. She'll dream about you sure.
I'm here to talk about Satanism, the Left-Hand Path, demonology, Occult philosophy, the Ouija board, necromancy and anything else typically considered "evil."
Anyone have questions?
Topic for discussion:
>Is atheistic Satanism actually Satanism?
Believes themselves to be God, which means they aren't technically Atheists, and they believe Satan doesn't exist, which means they aren't technically Satanists?
Discuss.
So this means I can make a Jesus thread
>>17035173
Uh jesus is religion and belongs on /his/.
Demons, ouija boards, necromancy are all paranormal topics, and therefore, belong on /x/.
>>17035173
>>17035180
also...theres already a few jesus threads. heres one.
>>17033813
So x, I never come here but last night on pol someone posted this image and people started freaking out. I personally felt mind fucked about every last thing on this list.
Then some people started pointing out some stuff about the map of the world, like Japan being way closer to Korea than previously thought, there apparently being no polar ice shelf at the north pole, Australia being in the wrong place, and Madagascar being anything other than a barely populated island of wildlife that was hardly developed at all.
There are a number of others that got posted that were just as bizarre. So, what's your take on this? Are we collectively remembering the wrong things? If so, how? I have a very strong feeling about a lot of these, too strong to just chalk all of them up to us all being retarded.
So what's going on?
Isn't the Mandela effect just your brain remembering things wrong?
Never heard of this TODAY.
>>17034998
It is, but they're too proud to admit they fucked up so just let em have it.
Am very interested in finding out if I've been MK ultra'd.
I think I may have been.
There were certain situations.
Could anyone please tell me signs?
(other than OP fgt hurrr, etc, etc)
>Please, this is serious.
>>17034529
>what are they straining piss for, kidney stones??!
>>17034532
I dread to think.
That nonce filth Saville is rotting in hell.
I've wanted to put together a diagram to help figure out what possible tv or school programming you've had. maybe possible triggers that lead or cause specific emotion.
I want to shit myself, bring it
Same
be patient. you cant hold it in forever
Gonna dump some
What rituals will you be conducting this winter solstice?
>>17033352
fucking your mom
>>17033352
If I knew how, only know sigils :(
>2015
>not attending the great sabbath
Jk, I'm a voodooist. I'll prolly just draw some veves and go to the local gathering.
Zero point comes
>>17032253
tell us the x and y axis and we can talk
>>17032253
What gonna happen?
its the singularity
ITT tell me how you imagine if anunnaki returned to earth
>>17030527
Nothing would happen. I imagine they don't exist.
>>17030527
Anunnaki who?
Prepare to fight madafoca!
I made a friend, and got close to them. Not too long afterwards, roughly three months later, Jim lets call him, started acting weird. Seemed paranoid, seemed anxious, and got even less sleep than he already did.
Start getting calls from Jims phone, but ignore. Calls get more frequent, messages are left saying for me to come outside. Sounds like him, but not as deep in the voice. Chalk it up as the phone mic. Don't ask Jim about it, assume it is insomniac delusions.
Late into the night that Jim had come over, I get a call, despite him being on couch next to me. Find intruder, whom was calling on Jim's old phone from the bedroom. After a brief encounter, the intruder is forced out and manages to get enough ground to not be located by the local police. They drop the case, since activity died down, and Jim's phone was abandoned somewhere.
What do you think that was, /x/?
That's......actually pretty scary. Who was the caller on the other line of the phone, Anon?
who was phone?
>>17028035
We were never able to identify the actual person. They are about as off the radar, in the middle of a town, as one can get.
is it a real ghost?
http://weekinweird.com/2015/10/08/the-old-hag-terrifying-ghost-photo-captured-at-texas-fort-worth-museum/
Impossible to say, I guess it is. 2scary4me
hard to say, if the thread stays up I'm going to reddit to do some digging. Someone should check the location of the fort worth childrens section and any historical happenings that might cause a spirit to appear in an image
>circling it
