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Accidents happen. I'm sure whoever dropped their inter-dimensional psy sphere is sorry they did. Just to be sure, you should forgive their clumsiness in your heart. Maybe they'll come hang out with you again, and this time be more careful where they open their portals.

Someone just stole your loosh; sorry, mate. You can build it back up by spending time in nature, but if you can try to divine the source by reflecting upon back then and then take it back. That was not very nice what they did. Force for force. It was yours originally.

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Anyways. She was freaking out, calmed her down, walked her a bit, then she did it again, we did some circles. Happened three times, then she seemed to settle down. I let her loose and she sniffed the ground and walked, but every once in a while she'd flip out and almost buck, just out there on her own, no other horses bugging her or nothing.

It's weird for her to do that- she's about 20, a quarter horse mix of some kind. She's usually pretty mellow. I figured that she was just all pent up from being stuck in her stall for a few days and laughed at her antics and talked to her, stuff like "Whatcha doing, girl?", "Hey, calm down," and stuff.

After a while the sun was close to setting- I think it was maybe 8:05. The wind was blowing and bringing a real nice breeze- it's been about 115F in the city, out there in the desert it really cools down at night.

I took her by the tack room to brush her and give her some fly spray (animal-safe fly repellent). As I was brushing her I kept hearing a scraping noise on the corrugated steel roof of the tack room. Spooky, but there's a pale verde tree right next to it so I figured it was just the wind scraping it.

More in a sec.

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So I cleaned her up and started to walk her back to her stall when I heard more scraping. The tack room was on my left, the scraping was coming from the right, where the office is. I didn't think anything of it at the time.

I put her in the stall and the other horses (there's a ton of stalls, maybe 50, but this time of year there's only a dozen or so) where all antsy. I figured it was the wind. A lot of them are arabian horses, they spook at anything.

As I was walking back I went between the tack room and office again and heard the scraping. THEN I realized that the scraping was coming from the office roof now.

There's no trees or anything by the office.

I look up and see a small black shape, maybe the size of a small cat or grackle bird, flit out of view from the edge of the roof. Figure, "oh, it's just an animal."
Then I head something laugh.
Fairly quiet, but it was my own laugh. I've heard myself in videos and stuff, and it was MINE. Like, probably the same kind of laugh when I was laughing at the horse's bucking.

I froze and instantly wished somebody was there with me, but not, just the quiet RVs (granted, most of them had their lights on, which was reassuring, but they were far away).

I NOPE away, towards my nearby car and hear from about the roof "Watcha doing, girl?"

NOPE much faster and get in the car, frantically start it and NOPE even faster outta there. Turned on the radio just to hear somebody's voice other than... whatever the fuck that was.

I think it was a commercial about some concert. I guess Slipknot got postponed.

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But yeah, that's my story.
I went to Walmart right after- being around all those slobby people felt great and calmed me down. I was glad to be near other people. Now I'm at home with the dogs and the cat's on my lap.

I hope that story wasn't too poorly written or disjointed, but there you go. If you have questions, ask.

If there are real demons in your room, no amount of stupid herbs will do anything.

>>17812871
You are going to fucking die, OP

>>17812891
This

Its very easy to mix paranoia with reality anon. Just cause you think somethings there doesn't mean it is. Be careful how you draw attention to yourself.

predictive programming

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2016/06/14/report-active-shooter-possible-hostages-at-amarillo-texas-walmart.html

>>17812857
It's a reference never explained that is used to give the game more depth. People call that sort of setup a noodle incident.

>>17812866
>being this retarded

>>17812881
>It's a reference never explained that is used to give the game more depth.
Well yeah, that's what I always thought it was, it just seemed odd to me that two unrelated game series would use the same location to do this. I was wondering if something spooky had happened there at some point, like it being a notoriously weird place (like Denver airport) or like it being the setting to some slasher movie Ive never seen or something.

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>>17812621
Did they really worship baphomet and dualism as they were accused of doing by the king and pope?

Did they really become pirates and found the banking country of switzerland?

I just noticed the freemasons get tons of threads on here but the templars never get a thread.

does anyone know any estern secet socities like the assassins or even far east secret socitieis?

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servants of christ or devil worshippers?

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>>17812221

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>>17812225
inb4 will she ever love me

>>17812225
I wish you nothing but love, peace and light OP and may you spread it to others such as myself.

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*Age: 22
*Sign: Aries
*Description of yourself: Pretty introverted computer nerd, I used to do a lot of hallucinogens so I'm pretty weird.
*Location-ish: US, eastcoast
*I would like a tarot reading

*Query (one part/question only... two if absolutely necessary!):

I need guidance. I have lost myself spiritually and no longer feel a connection to divine presence. I am becoming increasingly depressed and unlike myself. I also am continually questioning weather reality or anything is "real" at all. Going borderline schizo. But I increasingly have a sense that nothing is real and that I am being guided by forces I cannot perceive.

But basically I am wondering if you could give me a reading on which direction I should go in my life.

Nah, looks like a satire of flat earthers.

Assuming the earth is indeed flat, why would the jews/masons/insertgrouphere want us to believe in a spherical earth?

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>>17812067
Definitely a nutjob, he had me going up until the last part about a sun landing and sun rocks.

Like nigga, I use my Sun Stones to evolve my Gloom, I ain't giving you shit!

>>17812053
>/r9k/
>going there and ever going to another board

"You've gotta go back"

I can only speak for the mushrooms. Our secret is the triviality of your system. You're already one of us, but are not aware of your admission. That's the game. When you discover when you joined us you will have eternal life.

You forgot the loominaughtee

>>17811700
A greater connection with the Lord, possibly.

Possibly nothing.

>>17811728
Hmm,

>>17811700
From personal experience:
>Do Zombie apocalypse simulation.
>Furthermore using it as a test drive for video games i wish i could develop one day.
>Summon things by googling them, then grabing them out the screen during a video.
>Smoke infinite weed.
>Trying to fuck your crush.
>Getting attacked by your crush, with a chainsaw. (Like in Inception sort of.)
>fly.
>meeting your favorite celebs
>visit your hometown. Modded.
>Waking up, thus interrupting an otherwise nice dream.

>>17811599
Tell me where you live so I can invade your home and rape you.

>>17811620
Just ask your mom

>>17811639
I can't. I've eaten her.

Your address?

Way to be about five years behind the curve OP

Hello. Me, the Mussolini.

That's creepy af..

>>17811099
show proof or gtfo, what a waste of dubs

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>>17811099

>>17811099
Elaborate.

>everything he said came true

Like what?

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>>17811011

He's no Riley Martin, that's for damn sure. O-Qua Tangin Wann.

>>17811011

I've wanted to look at his stuff on Youtube, but his reputation for being a scam artist precedes him. Some of the contact stories and alien races sound interesting though.

This was a long time ago when I lived in El Paso. I was roughly 7 years old and my mother, my stepfather, and I had moved in to a new house. Not too long into the stay, my mother heard me talk about a friend of mine that lived in the wall. He was described as a hispanic little boy who died from overheating on a train while trying to immigrate to America. Every night, we would talk with each other and I would tell my mother about our conversation. Later on, I brought up the topic of torture and flaying, worrying my mother. How I or the the other child had any concept of it, I don't know, but I said that he told me about it. My mom decided to move. I had no memory of this, but my mother recently reminded of this. What about you? Do you have any freaky stories from your childhood?

>I was 14 yrs old
>we were out with classmates at night
>going home
>can't see any human
>reached the door of my house
>looked next to me
>a lady was standing in the middle of the street
>couldn't see her face
>she looked a bit confused
>who_cares.jpg
>she started heading toward me very very very slowly
>she looked strange for some reason, gestures maybe
>don't wanna talk to her
>get inside quickly
>she is standing at the door
>oh_shit.jpg

fun fact: nothing happened, but it scared me

I was like 5 or 6 maybe and i was going to sleep in my bunk bed at the very end of the hall.

I slept eith ny door open always because i was always scared but i could see straight down the hall.

At the end of the hall was a little antique stuffed bear sitting ontop a basket nailed to the wall like an attempt at decoration.

The bear became lively and began to swing its arms forward and around itself spiradically as i watched from my bed. I basically saw the stuffed bear became animated.

Scared the fucking shit outta me i rmemeber it to this day

I'm less afraid of what is out there in this infinite darkness than of what is inside the seemingly darkness of so many people that are walking the streets.

>>17810762
We already know how bad people can be, just by flicking through a history book, or switching on the news.

What scares me more is the complete unknown.

>>17810767
Well what can I say?
Try a few doses of DMT and you will see.

Now ofcourse I have mentioned the taboo and most likely I will not be taken seriously. That is alright with me.

Think, humanity is quite older than the.. what? 20 to 30 years you have been alife?

If there is something out there that could potentialy help or harm us then it is already here.
Humanity is very slow with the technology that it is using at this point in time.
It can do some things, but slowly and not all too far out.

Your telescopes see nothing.

Dimethyltryptamine however, which is produced by your organism can change your perception in a drastic way. And while you yourself remain the same as you sit here now will start to see things in your very room that you have not been seeing before and you will never see like this again.

Science is all good and well but it can only do so much. It's a tool and maybe our tools are not enough.
It kind of shows, doesn't it?

It's up to everyone to decide for himself.
And like I've said I have no more reason to be afraid of anything that is *out there*, but of what is in the people.
The most horrifying acts have all been done by people. Either to themselfes or to others.

If there is something worse than us then I welcome it, because it will put humanity in its place and once again we will have to work together instead of against eachother.
That is a much more comforting thought than being butchered or enslaved by raving madmen of my own kind.