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>>18366027
Post pic of symbols

It's just an out of body experience.

Get them all the time.

If you aren't RPing see a doctor
You aren't speshul

>>18366023
Omnes cresces ad infinitum.

>>18366029
Omnes positivus cresces ad infinitum.

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>>18366038
Everything only keeps getting infinitely better forever.

Yes.

>>18366013
In a biblical sense, "magick" is something that draws on a power from any force other than God to achieve the desired results.

The difference between regular magick and divine liturgy is the power from whence the practitioner is calling.

If you read any of the generally accepted books in the magick community, for instance A.E. Waite's "The Book of Black Magic and of Patcts," the practitioner is chiefly calling upon the power of spirits to perform these acts. Going outside of God's divinity is what separated these acts from the Divine Liturgy.

>>18366024
Close, but not quite.

Moses was described as performing sorcery when he transformed his staff into a snake during a wizard-off with the Pharaoh's wizards.

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Continue OP

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>I'll just wrap this up real quick

The sky started getting darker and darker the farther up this mountain we went and it was highly unusual as the sky was just clear with no signs of rain or anything. I started running up to this kid, it was WAY too dangerous for him out here. I screamed at him to get down here. He turned around and started running up the mountain. What the fuck? At this point it was raining and i was not just gonna leave him out here if he would die. It was getting harder and harder to see but I still had my eyes on him and thats when I remembered about the small cave. (Scientists think the cave was used by indians over 16,000 years ago) Few minutes later and we were at the top. I saw him dash into the cave and I was planning on joining him in there. I get to the mouth of the small cave and there was NO one in there. The only thing I saw was a hat. One with a brown tuft of hair and a crease in the front. Pic related

>>18365724
That the hat you found or similar image

>>18365646
Investigate what kind of people died there and mock them with personal shit.

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Is it The Crescent? My brother and sister-in-law stayed there a few years ago, didn't see anything unfortunately.

>>18365646
Oh shit you mean the crescent hotel? Not that far from me, it's pretty fucking haunted and if I were you I wouldn't piss them off

>>18365640
orbs are dust...

>dog is licking off the peanut butter below the multi-colored yarn
>OP snaps a pic

>>18365640
Looks like your dog took a very concentrated and hot fart m8 that's all

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>>18365576
>thinks time travel is something you invent

>>18365576
Time-travelling will never happen, forget about it

OP here forgot to mention I am a girl.

Gkan tek bwaf [s]? Kisssdjshh ....

>>18365513
Strurb uilor tauman oylech?

>>>/pol/

>>18365354
Yeah they usually have a Syria general and all.

We aren't completely ignorant of the situation, but we aren't the proper place to discuss it, or could go very wrong, very fast.

By the way arabs think that oil is the blood of the earth and that you can't extract to much of it, cause it's endless.

Weird people.

>>18365351
Syria lies at the feet of Mt Hermon which today is occupied by a UN radar facility. The Christian bible tells of a story of 12 fallen angels. Beings from the sky that used to live there raping and pillaging the locals. It's south eastern border was part of Sumer.

I got up and looked through the peephole, but nobody was there. I thought it was someone just passing by and got back to the game, but then something scratched at the door, and I heard an indistinct male voice. I thought it was the director, so I put the key in, turned it once and then looked through the peephole again. I said, “Is that you?”, but nobody answered. I turned back the key, and immediately I heard a voice from beyond the door. This time it sounded like a woman, but I still couldn’t understand a thing. It seemed like it was saying something, but not a single syllable made any sense. I swore at them and threatened to call the police (I was bluffing – we had no phones in the office, and the whole thing happened before the age of cell phones). A moment later, the female voice shut up, and I heard a quiet knock in the window. I opened the blinds, and I was stunned. No, I was paralyzed with fear.

My legs buckled, and I sat on the floor. A man (I want to believe it was a man) was hanging on the bars. Everything about him was completely unnatural. It looked like something that had only seen humans in the movies before had made a human suit and put it on. I couldn’t even approximately guess at that thing’s gender. Once it saw me, it started to speak – first, with the same female voice, then it started to alternate with the male one and then it seemed like the sound was coming from different sources, interrupted by some scraping and rustling. Fuck, even its facial expression was absolutely inhuman – it was moving its facial muscles in all possible directions. The creature was pressing its hands and legs at the glass while somehow climbing up at the same time. Maybe it was squeezing the rods with its knees and pushing itself up, I don’t know. Back then, I thought it was flying. I could see the thing very well, and it hung for a pretty long time, perhaps for a minute. All that time I couldn’t do anything – I just sat on my ass and stared at the creature.

About a minute later it finally ended – the whole cacophony died down, the thing turned back abruptly (I swear its head turned all the way around) and froze for a few seconds, staring at something. Then it suddenly jumped down and ran off while screaming something in a new, high-pitched voice. Since I was sitting on the floor, I couldn’t see where it went. All I could do was close the blinds and crawl into the office where I couldn’t see the door or the windows. I sat there and cried like a baby – it had been eight years since the last time I’d cried. Then I stopped and started to shudder all over. I sat on the floor till six in the morning, when my coworker, Artyom, came to replace me. I looked at him through the peephole for about two minutes asking him either to step back or to say something before I opened the door. Finally, I let him in, and although he slapped me on the back of my head, I just laughed hysterically (until I started to cry again). Anyway, when I came home, my parents had no idea what had happened to me – I was pale, I had circles under my eyes, and when I weighed myself, I found out that I had lost fifteen pounds that night. Since then I often have trouble falling asleep at night, and I get nightmares. I never told my friends about it, since they would only laugh at me. I decided to post this here, because even though you won’t believe me anyway – at least, I wouldn’t believe it myself - I really wanted to share my story. Well, that’s all for now, I’m going to try to go to sleep.

Why didn’t I go insane after that night? Thinking logically, I can say that if that thing had wanted to get me, I wouldn’t have been posting in this thread. It seems like that thing saw me only by chance, but then it got distracted by something else and forgot about me. At least, I want to think so.

One more from the godless commies.

The early 80’s. A military outpost in a small northern town surrounded by endless snow-covered flatlands. In the summer, the white nights would start, the snow would thaw, and the flatland would turn into a mossy slough where you couldn’t make a step without a pair of rubber boots. Even tractors could get stuck in it so hard that you had to use two other tractors to get them out – I saw that happen myself. Mosquitoes flew in swarms so thick that they literally covered the sun. I remember that as I went outside in the first summer days, I itched like crazy, and my skin looked like I had eczema or something worse. However, I would quickly get used to that and I’d only lazily wave my hand seeing another little bastard trying to bite me.

But it was the summer, and the thing I want to tell you about happened in the winter, when everything turned into a lifeless white wasteland. Thanks to Wikipedia, I can even tell the precise day – 15 November 1982. I was 5 years old back then. My family lived in a ramshackle barrack on the edge of the outpost. There was no district heating, and we heated our home with black coal its large heap sitting near the house. My father spent the whole days at the service, and my mother worked as a teacher in a local school, so six days a week my parents would leave me home alone for the whole morning. During the winter? I wasn’t allowed to go outside on my own – they were afraid that I’d go away to tundra (it happened to the local kids sometimes) or that predators would turn up nearby (it also happened). As my choirs I had to close the chimney once the coals burned out to keep the heat in the house and to get the fresh warm bread from the bakery delivered to the servicemen’s families and left in small boxes near the houses. I was a calm kid who never sought troubles on his ass, so my parents were not afraid to leave me alone.

>>18365237
something new inside of you will happen, probably something good. like an insight.

>>18365243
Could you elaborate on why you would reach that conclusion?

I had a pretty intense fear during it, so I associated this with a demon.

>>18365251
just my interpretation, i dont want to elaborate, so you might as well see if its true for yourself.

Time is not linear, that "you" would exist in a parallel universe independent of your own and your own universe would continue unchanged.

>>18365236
This. You're basically cloning yourself by going back in time.

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>>18365191

Pic related

>play csgo
>competitve
>get intel on enemy team
>travel back to start of round
>know what they're going to do
>gun them down with your beyond human game sense
>win big moniii

you could also stop pretending you can time travel too

Exist and the moment that the winning lottery numbers are announced, travel back moments before and repeat the process until you are far back enough with the knowledge of the winning lotto numbers in tact and purchase said ticket.

>>18364976
>intent
>get wealthy
Can't see how that could go wrong

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Learn to lucid dream first;

Keep a dream journal the second you wake up and write, and do little triggers to check if you're awake.

Once you get that down you'll notice a blackness period between waking up when lucid, this is when you need to imagine your body swimming, or rolling, or whatever (what worked for me was imaging a big as junk yard magnet yanked me up and out) until you pop out (and it does take a minute or so of effort).

>>18364923
This actually happened to me multiple times i still don't know how it works

you kinda see yourself from the outside and try to move but you can't unless you try really really hard and even then its just slight movement

your body feels super heavy

dmt

Yes ofcourse. You are currently living inside a cave, afraid of the outside world and comfortable with the known. It's time you leave the cave behind and delve right into the unknown. You exist to explore this unknown so that you can make it known, you are not here to ignore the world. Stop being afraid of what you might find and rather find joy in what you possibly might discover.

>>18365982
How about answering the question OP really asked? I don't see anywhere in his post where he'd ask you to ass flap the same mantra you babble after every bong session.

>>18365982
Take this quote from Albert Einstein and see the truth in what he says.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.”