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>>19392829
Goetic spirit Smegma

>>19392624
Ur moms vagina

People over whom a narcissist has established control are vulnerable to exorcisms. If you haunt the right places on the internet, you can find stories of abusive fundamentalists "exorcising" those under their thumbs to drive out the will to resist.

>>19392566
thats a nigger stealing your shit.

I'm curious too: Why is 4chan the first place you come to for answers instead of Google?

Theurgy is a type of magic. It consists of a set of magical practices performed to evoke beneficent spirits in order to see them or know them or in order to influence them, for instance by forcing them to animate a statue, to inhabit a human being (such as a medium), or to disclose mysteries.

>>19392564
To talk to living people instead of static information probably.

>>19392561
OP to answer your question, Theurgy is not inherently Satanic, although it can be twisted in such a way and perverted. It is one of what Hermes Trismegistus called "One of the Three Parts of the Glory of the World."

The other two are Astrology and Alchemy. Studied and applied correctly they can be some of the most righteous studies of all.

We zatar beer and chips, and then moved on a branch. We passed from a half kilometer, a couple of times cast on the path that was passed (nobody sees the same), and then, under the influence of hops, I thought of setting up a small forest fire. I took out napkins, fell into the fire, lit it and threw it into the bushes by the road. Suddenly a peasant appeared in the distance, and we briskly squeezed into the bushes and run as far as possible into the forest. We went in a roundabout way and suddenly a weak drizzle started, and we did not have umbrellas. I thought that everything would work out, but it took a few minutes to get drizzled in a downpour, and my friend and I got all wet. There's nothing to be done, dear, waiting under the thickest tree.
When the rain began to end, we drowned along the mud in the direction of the house, although it was still light. We go, we go quietly, and then suddenly Stas grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bushes. Says, be silent and do not say anything, and that would be quiet! I did not understand, but Stas showed me ahead. Two meters away there was a clearing, a little as Justin Bieber's dick, but three people with umbrellas were sticking out in the clearing

. Stas pulled me to the left, and we crouched slowly walked through the bushes. Soon they came to people close, and I saw them better. One was a small sprout and spoke gesticulating gruffly in a nasty voice; Another skinny, tall, with curls clearly justified, murmured more quietly and not more legible. But the third ... I would say that he looks like Totoro, but Totoro is cute, and from this I wanted to do in my pants: very tall and very fat, dressed in a tank top and jeans, but the shirt bare his belly, and then hangs below his pants. Foo, fuck, I write and most disgusting. At the same time, his hands are skinny and skinny, with long fingers, as he managed to hold the umbrella. He listened to those two, then got into conversation and asked something about the skinny. He answered, and BEGIN: thick threw out the umbrella and began to beat the skinny; When he cried, "Totoro" grabbed his neck, pulled it - and he fell silent and fell. Probably dead. We were already far from the clearing when the fat man crouched and began to do something with the little man on the ground. I think it's a grave to dig.

We reached Volkusha, and from there it's also a stone's throw away. We ran through the wet, darkening streets to home, and in the apartment I asked Stas if he knew what it was. He said that this is not the first time he sees this creature (and sometimes even those two) in different parts of the forest, usually in the evening or at night. The big man, as Stas said, usually just walks through the woods naked, and the dyke looks after him; A couple of times he saw a fat man hitting dogs, cats and some bums - to death, hitting their heads on the ground and trees, breaking their legs, hands and ridges. Others saw him too, but no one could trace where he was going. In short, I did not sleep all night.
In the morning of yesterday I went by bus to Moscow, and from there I went home to Tver. While I was going to a stop, I saw at the door of one of the shops the same little man who smoked cigarettes. The most unpleasant thing about this was the way he looked at me - it seems that not only did I recognize him.

Draw thread?
Can you draw me a duck, like a sexy duck wearing panties, sexy panties

good doggo

>be me
>2012
>Thisplaceseemsprettycool.png
>2017
>Still here
The spooky thing is someone's gonna find me dead in front of the computer and this shitty board is gonna be the last thing I ever see

>>19391984
Damn I thought the Satan joke was good :(

>>19391984
This has to be the best thread to ever be posted on /x/

>>19392118
I'm pretty good at popsicle/uncle jokes if you want more. Of course they're not actually funny but like that's why they're funny. I

>>19391982
>holy shit this is actually really interesting.

>>19391985
bump...please tell us what is the interesting thing on this pdf ?