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His nose dips under his arm. He shrugs and applies a bit of anti deodorant to the offending area. It's too late to get a shower. According to the flashing red numbers on his nightstand he only has thirty minutes to make his commute to work.

Mark emerges from a doorway to a waking city that seems just as groggy as he is. The sky over cast. Gray. Thoughts of a simpler, better time seep into his waking mind. He quickly brushes them off. The here and now is all that's important.

About fifteen minutes later he finds himself standing outside a non descript office building. His face pale and a prematurely graying stubble seem to blend into the background.

As he steps inside the hostess greets him with the same plastic smile she greets every drone with. Her name is Samantha. She's only about twenty-three from the looks of her. Fresh out of college. These days no one can get any job that isn't manual labor without at least some college, and the manual labor pool is quickly drying up.

"Good morning, Mark," she flashes him a smile. A mass produced expression. Made to seem tailor made for every worker bee that passes through that thresh hold.

Mark returns his own smile. To him it feels much more emotive than it really is. To Samantha it looks like more of a smirk. "Good morning," he briskly hustles past her desk. Just as he reaches the elevator doors her voice rings out behind him. It splits through his throbbing skull.

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"Someone came by just after you finished up yesterday," the young receptionist begins. "He didn't leave a card or anything but he did say he left you a voice mail at your desk."

His smile returns. More exaggerated this time. More personable, "Thank's Samantha."

She opens her lips to ask some non essential question, but Mark lets the doors close shut before she can hold him any longer.

Gravity reverses ever so slightly as he's lifted up to his floor. By the time his lift gets to its destination, his smile has melted off. Something like a scowl replaces it.

Mark counts the tiles on his way to his cubicle. By the time he reaches number thirty-eight he's made it to his cell. Imprisoned for another eight hours.

Just as the receptionist had told him there was indeed a flashing light on his phone. Someone had called. Someone knew where he worked. That someone even knew his extension.

He pulls the speaker up to his ear and presses the flashing button. At first he only hears random sounds. Muffled voices. Almost like two or three people are fighting over who has the privilege to leave a message.

Ten long seconds pass until finally a male voice comes over the speaker, "Mark. You don't know me. But I have some things I'd like to speak with you about. Things that I'd rather not say over a phone line."

He jots down an address. It's convenient. Some dive bar just a few blocks from his apartment complex.

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Mark has manners. He has every intention to RSVP, but when he attempts to call the number back, it's been disconnected. When he runs a reverse number search on the web it returns with some address in an industrial district somewhere in Chicago.

The number must be spoofed.

No one's coming from Chicago to his small city on the Gulf Coast.

2. The day draws to a close. It's finally over. Not just the day, but the week. Today is Friday. Today is the day Mark's overlords loosen his yolk and grant him just enough wiggle room to grant him the illusion of freedom.

But that's what it is. An illusion. No amount of drink or drug can silence the nagging part of his mind that counts down from seventy-two hours. In this small window of time he must numb that part of him. Forget. Forget.

Nine 'Oclock in the evening. Mark teeters side to side in his bar stool. A few empty beers to his side and a triple shot of the cheapest whisky in his fist. A fellow barfly sits beside him. They're both just drunk enough to be friends. In the haze of intoxication everyone's a friend, "So why're you here, man?" Marks words come out in a long slur. Seven drinks will do that to a man.

"Just passing time, I suppose," Mark's new friend is a stocky fellow. In his mid forties. Mark's senior by at least ten years.

>>18273484
No link. No further information. Way to encourage discussion on your post Booby Hill. Kys.

>>18274507
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/michael-lee-yearbook-cubs-prediction_us_580f9b23e4b0a03911ef1c23

>>18274507
I'm not op by the way but I'll give you a summary.

>Cubs haven't been to the playoffs in like a 100 years and have a history of sucking
>Some kid in Illinois has a twitter account
>His mom comes in with her old yearbook
>The yearbooks is the class of 1993
>Under student pictures are their quotes
>Some kid (a senior) quote says "Cubs win the world series in 2016, you heard it hear first"
>So he essentially predicted this 23 years before it happened.

Now the media is trying to find this guy

Try meditation. It's helped me with a lot I've even had experiences with other dimensions.

>>18273383
Worry not about death, for it will happen and must. Instead focus on creating memories to look back on. Live the life you want to remember. Things aren't going your way, try something else. Don't fool yourself into thinking you've failed, there is no such thing as long as you take the time to enjoy yourself.

>>18273393
How does one meditate to have spiritual experiences?

I know about clearing your mind, but how do I reach the supernatural?

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I will practice some Scrying today, anyone interested i will need

>Gender
>Sign
>Query
>A word that describes how you feel right now.

Hope i can help!

>>18273324
Male
Gemini
Can anything happen between me and S? How would it be?
Glad:)

>>18273324
Male
Gemini
If I attempt to summon a succubus will everything go Alright?
Melancholic

>>18273226
That actually makes some sense.

Tribalism is mankind's natural state.

>>18273226
It is painfully obvious to the point where it triggers people on such an emotional level that they refuse to admit the possibility because they just don't know what to do. I for one would love to see people dropping shitty politicians with .308s.

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>>18273141
>Street lights are rare around here, especially working ones, but I'm used to it by now having lived here all my life.
>Still get the creeps because clouds make sure that there is absolutely no light whatsoever and my drunk mind turns the slightest movement or sound into terror.
>Remember all the shit about evil spirits who live in these parts of england and take people in the night
>Sprint the rest of the way home.
>Scared shitless for some reason.
>Still pretty buzzed.
>Drunk me remembers stories about Black Shuck and how nice it would have been to not have been alone.

>Think 'Fuck it, why not?'.
>Do some of the stuff from Key of Solomon.
>Copy and print out pentacles.
>Pic related was main one.
>First Pentacle of the Moon and Fifth Pentacle of Venus.
>Write 'Shuck' in the middle of each pentacle.
>Do kind of the stuff described in Key of Solomon Book 1, Chapter 5,6 and 11.
>Fall asleep on my couch during some part of it.

>Wake up, laugh at my druken shit, clean up and forget about it.

So much for that, just some drunken shit a college student did.
Here's the thing.
Ever since last saturday I've been hearing a dog howling and barking around midnight, nothing too unusual, but no one in my neighbourhood has a new dog.
Sunday evening I put out the trash and monday morning the bags were torn to shreds and all over my frontyard. That has never happened before.
Neighbour asked me if I got a new dog because of the noises coming from my backyard.

Nothing too fucked up.
But just an hour ago I went to get some food from my fridge. The only window in my kitchen is towards the backyard and when I opened the door, I swear to god, there were red eyes at my window. I punched the light on and they were gone.
Two big red dots right at the window.
Couldn't have been street lights or anything. There are none. Behind my backyard there's only fields.

Did I summon a fucking hellhound?
Any advice?

>>18273143
Hey op I think you may need to simply apologize to this creature. If what I have heard about creatures like black shuck is true they don't like to be summoned if it is completely unnecessary. Simply open a window or sneak out into the night that you apologize for summoning it I'm not sure if this will work but I have heard that sometimes these Spirits can be forgiving I wish you the best of luck op

>>18273371
Speak not sneak.

>>18273122
Self developing robots well they become humans and after that more than human

CYBORG IS OUR WORD.

We're cybernetic Americans to you, fleshmeat.

And a cybro is part human already. Did you mean robot?

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OP -can not- be a robot, he couldn't post to 4chan due to the ReCaptcha.

Philosophically, there is absolutely no reason for magic not to exist. What we call reality is based on dogma and assumptions.
Yet still, for some unknown reason, noone is able to shoot fireballs, teleport or conjure demons. Even those who believe and clam that they can metaphysically change the state of things aren't able to do things that are visible to the naked eye.

Those who claim that magic is impossible can't answer why it's impossible.
Those who believe in magic can't explain why noone is able to do anything more than seeing blurry visions and having unordinary feelings.

tl;dr Nobody knows why things are the way they are. Nobody knows if things actually are the way they are either.

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real magic is your words dude
you can see it's root in our language
spell words/ spell magic

>>18272968
> we are made to believe our lives are: wake up, go to work, go home, relax time, bed, rinse repeat.
sounds suspiciously like a ritual to me. moreover, most of us are not keen on questioning why we do this, and when we do, it's usually met with some kind of derision or scorn, unless your a creative type who is engaged in another kind of ritual altogether... I think magic is far more mundane and pervasive in our lives than you think.

I tap into the collective consciousness.

>>18272902
http://pastebin.com/jniVTVhH

If weird shit is happening to you, read this, because it's going to be happening to all of us during the end times... stay safe and make sure you find God if you haven't found Him already.

>>18272902
At the end of the day the only way you can know what is real is what is before you when you are observing it, whatever "it" is.
If, in the long run, you get to the end and there is no "it" to observe, then you could argue that nothing is real and you do not exist.

Welp

I stopped my meds out of blue for a week like 6 days ago. Honestly, it was totally unreal. At some point I started argueing with my mother calling doctors ignorants and acting allucinated. Today I strongly fought with my PC because of terribly slow dsl connection that I sure was due to a malware infection. I started scanning and reinstalling a lot of stuff but right after dinner the evidence was saying it was just a dial-up problem that will go away, maybe tomorrow.
Now, it's the second time this happening to me, I think my father killed someone or some neighboor's dog for some revenge in the past. This is tied to me ofc. Literally he is not the man, nor I have the kind or relatives, anything is going to get out loose..but I already had this happening in my life. It's like fake old memories, the more I think about that random event the more seems my brain builds shit aruond it..sigh

>>18272852
http://pastebin.com/jniVTVhH
Here's a good story in general, about the end of our days, but I'll share a dream or two that I've had as well.

>>18272831
It's fucking terrifying when actual people are in the room.

>be me at my papa's house
>slept in the living room on the couch because my old bedroom is haunted
>it's atleast 3 o' clock in the morning, grandpa is setting in the chair watching old cowboy shows
>wake up
>i can't move
>i slowly force my body to turn
>i'm literally trying to scream for help to him but he doesn't notice
>it stops and i fall off the couch

I didn't even mention the fact I was paralyzed I was so spooked, it was the first time it ever happened.

I've experienced sleep paralysis many times, but it stopped at around the beginning of this year. One thing I've noticed is that my hearing became very acute during time I was experiencing this. However, it wasn't outside environment I was hearing, it seemed like I was hearing the noise that happens in my body.

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i experienced yesterday and the day before yesterday 2 attempts to "attack" me

Sleep Paralysis always occurs in steps


1. your realize youre "drifting" away into the dreamland
2. suddenly you notice a noise in your ears which is getting louder a mix (It sounds as similar as on the train station when a train passes by9
3. you notice now your body is "locked" /lock body 1
4. your perception changes of space
5. Panic and fear make themselves wide
6. spooky ayllmao demon ghost shadow hallucinations starting here

i managed to escape between steps 3 and 4 before any creepy ayyylmao could appear or giving me other images

its hard to explain how to escape its a mix of try to move oyur hands and shake your head like you never did before

also pray to jesus christ and command evil entities through the name jesus christ to leave


did you know that the book of Job describing a sleep paralysis ?

i creeped the fuck out when i got attacked some months ago in a night had several experiences until that day and i live with my brother in the same apartment.

he never experienced a SP but on that night when i got attacked he had a visit too of a black / dark person when he told me his story on the next day and i found out about the story of Job i was going insane because it was literally the same as described in the bible

12 Now a thing was secretly brought to me, and mine ear received a little thereof.

13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,

14 Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.

15 Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

16 It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

>https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hiob+4%3A9-17&version=KJV

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Now we move on to more magic!

>>18272790
i dl some stuff from the 40 gigs and don't know where to begin
im adept at astral travel and believe that is where to start
any pointers

>>18272797
What are you looking to do with magic?

>>18272775
Will fuck you up pretty badly. In essence, you will be a slave.
Would not recommend.

>>18272775
Depends on which sigil

Nothing... Except make you look like an edgy faggot

Luuuuurk

Lette's since gotten married to a guy we went to high school with. He's not home a lot, though, because his job entails he travel to a bunch of other countries. A lot was revealed that I didn't know about her home life with her parents. It turns out some posters in my original thread were right- Lette was abused by her parents. She suffered quietly by herself, and never told a soul. The only reason I knew was bc her husband aired out all their dirty laundry.

But I want to make clear that doesn't mean what happened with me and Lette wasn't real. What we experienced really happened, irrespective of whatever mental or emotional states we were going through.

Which brings me to the present time. Lette and I still hang out a lot, more now actually since her husband is mostly gone, and she doesn't slave away at her parents' business any more.

For a long time, Lette was silent and withdrawn. She just acted mostly afraid, which was very unusual for her stoic, taciturn self. She would call me, crying hysterically in the middle of the night, rambling that "they" were all around the outside of her house, looking in at her, and trying to get her to join them. I would talk with her until the wee hours of the morning, calming her down and talking about incidental shit until she either passed out from exhaustion or was discovered by her husband.

I learned later on that the people she was convinced were talking to her outside were the people who were said to have died in her house. This was at a wedding of a mutual friend, and Lette's neighbor (who actually lived in her house at one point) told me a story that still gives me chills to this day. She said that when the house was originally built, back in the late 1800s, there wasn't a lot of ways one could find readily available food in the most remote and rural areas. One would usually grow, hunt, or make what they needed to survive.

>>18272737
Product process > sales floor

>>18272697
Yeah because the point is that you have a material that can melt away (i.e wax) and the element of fire. Those candles are bad for you btw.

>>18272703
really? I had a candle by that company that I loved

>>18272717
They're ok in moderation but they can be toxic.