Just out of curiosity, do any of you believe in the Arcane? (I.E. otherworldly events/powers that can not be explained through science/traditional religions)
Most of you don't have a good reason for living anyway. Why not join a transcendent cult?
I believe in
meme magic. Just kidding, but I will say that it's possible. I've seen something science can't explain with my own eyes. As for cults, I hate being in a group. I wouldn't want to be in one unless I was the leader or the second-in-command.
Heh, I totally understand what you're saying. It's weird being in a group of identical idiots, isn't it? We were made for much more than that.
Of course, not all cults are like that. Some are more of a "thought religion" than a physical one.
>powers that cannot be explained through science
This right here. This is this shit that makes me laugh.
Science is the way of explaining things. Religion is the way of explaining how things happened.
When will you condemned humans save yourselves and realize everything is intertwined as one thing? Diversity is the death of this planet. You guys make it easy for the elitist race
Atheist, I assume?
Everything is intertwined, unfortunately. When the supports fall, the rest will crumble. It's our own fault, if I'm being honest.
The one thing that can not be explained through science is the next realm, the place of strange things and strangers.
If only we could see it more closely.
That is very interesting. Do you believe that a sizable portion of the people gathered here would instantly spurn the bizarre?
American, I assume?
Well, no matter. I am a dreamer too.
I just believe in meme magic ("egregores")
Oh no no no my friend, youve got it all wrong. Atheist was never my style. I guess its a mix of agnosticism, new age philosophy, hmm idk? Everyone loves to give a title nowadays.
Ive been investigating this myself since ive had experiences. My great grandma was the grandmaster of white and black magic back in the 50's - 80's. It was pretty shunned back in the day but now people are waking up and becoming more alert than ever.
I honestly thought you we criticising the existence of the arcane arts. So, im sorry for being a jackass
Me? I'm a part of a little group, actually. We don't talk to each other, but we are together.
Personally, I believe in a second world, and a second soul. I believe in the Twelvehands and a few other projections, but that's about it.
Of course, my friends would know more, of course.
I have heard my name called despite being completely alone in the woods several times.creepy shit,i pretend its the trees but i know better.
I'm saying a good chuck that act like that irl just want to spur either their parents or just be that much counter culture that they would find it stupid to believe in heavenly and demonic beings but could totally buy into shit like the occult even though it's even more so rooted in blind faith than most modern religions.
I see, well in that case, no hard feelings.
Your grandmother sounds like a wise person. The Arcane Arts are a dangerous place, if one truly believes, but some folk are made of tougher stuff.
Also, I know you didn't ask for it, but let me give you a little tip. The truth behind the Arcane is simple, for True Belief is everything.
If all you ever do is look for hard evidence, you'll never be able to see what is right in front of your nose.
Can you guys read? Damn, man. Im saying everything is intertwined, you can have one without the other. Science is the explanation. Religion is how things happen. Science is always changing whereas religion stays the same, why? Because science keeps fucking up while religion is like, "yo, why havent you guys figure this out yet. were aliens"
I cant you believe you thought I was atheist, im offended
This is the thread-beginner. May I ask you all another question?
Do you believe in the White Spider?
I wouldn't say that. We are always busy, always spinning new webs and looking for things that aren't there.
I'm having a good time now, actually. I hope that more people can join in on the conversation.
Because technology is doing it for us in opposition to where we should be learning for ourselves.
When shit hits the fan, our own minds are going to be the thing we wished we worked on. Think about it, do any of us "civilized" people know how to survive without electricity, mobility, food, etc etc without having to raid/steal from others?
People need to reconnect and realize that we're all being supported for our downfall
Nah not really, I haven't personally experienced anything paranormal/arcane/spiritual/whatever and no argument has been very convincing. I'd love to hear all of y'all's arguments though.
I'd love to stay. This stuff has always interested me, but my genetics and environment has pretty much doomed me to being atheistic. I don't want to argue, but I'm just curious, why do you believe?
I too do not wish to argue. Arguments are pointless, for belief is unshakable in every respect. I am glad that you wish to hear my silly thoughts, however.
I mainly believe in the Twelvehands. They are the things that reside in the second world and hunt for human souls, or whatever you call our "lifeforce." Souls is the easiest term.
When a person dies, what made them intelligent is lost forever. The brain becomes a mere husk without it's augmentation. This augmentation is the soul.
The soul leaves, as all good things do. I do not know where it goes, but I know that is must travel through an ascended plane of reality to escape Earth. This is what I and some others call the Second World.
The Second World is a mess. Picture a bleak landscape with trees the size of skyscrapers, and a never ending thunderstorm.
Among these ruins are the projections I call Twelvehands. A Twelvehand is something entirely alien, it simply takes the form of a glowing being with many arms, usually twelve, hence the stupid name.
I also know some things about spiders, but that's about it.
No problem, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to hear y'all's thoughts :)
It sounds like something horrible happened in the second world, I could see the twelve hands once being good beings who were turned bad after a catastrophic event rocked their world. Maybe they used to be what welcomed us into what's next, but now they are sort of the trials and tribulations we have to go through. Now that I think about it there could be catastrophes echoing through the various worlds, which could be really bad for us here.
>op face when this thread
Go back to /x/ paranormal doesnt exists
What do you know about spiders? Sometimes when I first wake up I see them crawling on my ceiling and walls and disappearing shortly after.
And what are these twelvehands? All I want to do is sleep but weird entities take my energy and blind me.
Twelvehands aren't important any more.
What is important is the story of the White Spider. Do you want to hear it?
But of course. Tell me a bedtime story anon.
Very well. Tuck in so tight that you can not move.
Once upon a time, there was a young man who lived all alone.
There were people nearby, of course, but they didn't care for him at all, so he was still alone. The poor young man was alone for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to be truly happy.
One day, while sitting all alone, he saw a small white spider scuttle across his floor. Swiftly, he crushed it underfoot, and thought no more of it.
The next day, the very same white spider scuttled up his bed, so he swatted it away and then crushed it underfoot once more. This time, he properly disposed of the cadaver.
The next night, nothing happened.
After that night, the same white spider leapt from the wall and nearly landed on his arm. He managed to react just in time, and crushed it with a heavy object.
However, moments after doing this, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck. Suddenly, he couldn't move. He had been paralyzed by a second white spider that had snuck up behind him while he crushed the first.
He sat there, on his bed, limp and panicking without being able to move his mouth. He could feel the spider crawling down his neck and into his shirt, but nothing else gave him feeling.
The spider disappeared, and left him all alone. It was at that moment that he realized that the door to his room was locked.
For an entire night, he sat there, helpless. He could sometimes feel the imprints of little feet crawling up his back, but he could not turn his head to see if they were there.
Then, worse things happened. He could hear a man snooping about outside. He could see the outlines of white spiders crawling up his walls, just inside his peripheral vision. He could hear the sound of his own breathing, and the man walking about, but aside from that, it was painfully silent, to the point that his ears rang incessantly.
Then, his eye began to twitch with new life.
I'd join a cult if I had the chance. I have no purpose in life at all, and it'd mean I'd have friends for once.
I'm a skeptic to the paranormal but I've seen numerable future events in my dreams that came true
In my dreams I see small excerpts from something in the future of my life. They're normally mundane things but distinct enough that they hadn't happened before. They're also extremely specific.
They normally happen 4 months to a year after the dream and so far haven't been wrong yet.
Most nights I don't dream but when I do its either a vision or something very unrealistic.
Something was in his eye, or so he thought. He could feel the bottom of his eyelid stretch and twist in odd ways, but he could not stop the uncomfortable sensation.
His eye continued twitching and twitching and twitching until the morning came.
When the sun finally rose over the horizon, the paralysis wore off, and he forced himself out of bed. He wearily crawled to his bathroom, where he looked at the mirror and wondered what it was that had been irritating his eye.
It was the White Spider, the true agent of knowledge, crawling about in his retina and moving the little hands inside his eyes. But the rest of the story does not matter, it is the idea that is important. And the idea is that
I curse you. I curse all of you.
For those of you are even slightly open to the otherworldly, this will be your hell. Your subconscious minds will create a living nightmare for you, soon.
In the dead of night, when you try to slumber by your lonesome, a White Spider will come for you. It's form will be entirely dependent upon the uniqueness of your terror.
Perhaps it will come to you in the body of a true spider. Perhaps it will crawl into your room in the guise of a bleach-skinned man with a perverse smile. Or maybe it is already there, hiding behind a textbook, or maybe in your sock drawer. If it's bigger, maybe it's already on the roof of your house, biding its time.
You want your fucking bedtime story. Take it. Everything in this world is wretched, and the second world is even worse. You who are not 100% sure of your reality will be destroyed by my White Spiders, one of these nights.
Some fool asked me why I wanted so many people in this conversation. I wanted you idiots to read this post, this story, because once the idea is in your head, it can finally manifest itself into reality. I hope you have made peace with yourself.
You may mock and scoff at my threads, but when you are at your most vulnerable, you will die.
Sleep tight, my flies.
Sometimes it's extremely specific and accurate conversations over Skype
One time it was of this specific job I had to do with a co-worker at a place I had never worked at or applied to when I had the dream
Driving down this random side-street I had never been to before or heard of
Its never interesting or important things and generally only predicts a few minutes
It really is. It happens to me and another friend I have, and the more I talk to people while they're a little drunk the more they admit it happens to them too. The thing is that our society shuns this kind of talk about such things because they can't explain it away with science. It proves to me that time isn't linear but we only experience it in such a way. One night try to focus on making time feel like it's longer than it actually is and you'll feel like you slept for hours when you've only slept for twenty minutes. It's pretty powerful stuff.