The Killing Moon - Echo and the Bunnymen

Premature Ejaculation- Assertive Discipline.

house of abin'adab - boards of canada

>>1684
Something pretty cool I must say.

>>1684
Your computer has been possessed by a minion of Satan. I advise you to exorcise it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns1SGo3WCF4

>>1649

Stop capitalizing random stuff. It pissed me off just reading this.

Ok. The dream started out like this : I was stood in the back room of a gas station, and Jack Black (Tenacious D fame) was Laying down on a couch listening to some music though his headphones, playing an acoustic guitar singing the song "Dude (I totally miss you)". Then, a nameless, faceless guy came in and said "Special Order" and Gave him a bag of red peppers, which he very quickly ate. About 10 seconds after the whole bag was demolished, he threw up into what I could only describe as a pigs trough, and I picked out the seeds from the spewn up peppers.

After that,back at the main part of the gas station. Dez Fezara from DevilDriver was stood behind the counter selling strange flowers that he grew in some kind of black powdered stuff, and used the seeds I picked out to grow them. I remarked upon the quality of the soil, and he said "Hah, dont worry man, it's fake." Fake? I tasted it for some reason and it tasted very spicy. There was a bald punk rocker with several tattoos waiting in line for these strange flowers called "InFlames" Flowers.

Next part was this : An old woman walked into the gas station amd talked to a guy which could only remind me of Napolean Dynamite's brother/uncle/whateverthefuckhewas (you know the one, wimpish, cardigan, moustache, lisp). She wanted two special pies (fuck knows why they were so special, but they were $49 each) So he takes down 2 green foil wrapped pies and hands the to a guy that looked like Dawg, the Bounty Hunter. So he ran them up in the register, meanwhile the other guy started talking about some football team, saying what a good team they were, remarking about one player whose last name was "Mudder". The old lady says "Does he take it in the mud?" to which the guy says "WHAT!? Hello no! He's only 15, jeez.."

So anyway, Dawg the Bounty hunter asks the woman for the 98 dollars-or-so that covered the cost of the pies. The old woman gave him some paper, or some other useless crap.I cant rememeber exaclty what it was, but upon receiving it, Dawg put the pies in the till drawer, flattened them upon closing the drawer, opened it, and put the pies back on the de

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This is actually a combination of dreams, that just resurfaced recently.

First a little background. We have an old farmhouse out in the country that we just to live in as kids, and we rent it out now. I used to sleep in a bedroom upstairs, and it had green carpet.

The first dream I had was when I was around 14 or 15. I had a dream where something was over me, not letting me up, not letting me move. I thrashed around in my bed, trying to get up, but it-something that I felt was holding me down- wouldn't let me up. I can remember laying in bed screaming, and nothing coming out, and I could barley hear a muffled scream in my ears. I woke up, and my throat hurt, like I had been screaming, but my brothers, one room away, didn't hear me, or wake up.

The second dream I had in that room was that I was on an operating table. I remember waking up on a cold steel table, and there was an iv in my left arm. I was in a night gown, like I was in a hospital, but I was on a steel table, and there was a bright light above me, about like a light at a denist office that they put in your face when they are working on you. I remember getting up, pulling the IV out of my arm, and starting to walk away from the table. I couldn't see anything else, because of the lights above me, and outside the light everything was dark. Then I woke up, standing in the middle of the room, about five steps away from my bed, just like the dream. I have never sleep walked in my life.

The last dream I had was a week ago, and I'm 24 now. In this dream, I was in that room, asleep, and I was having the first dream, but I could hear voices telling me that I needed to come back to the house, come back to the room. I was above myself-present self look alike in the bed, and was about mid room, like floating above myself. I decided to wake myself up, and to get out of the room. I went over, and woke myself up. I then went to myself sleeping in that bed, and woke up, got up and went and opened the door, went downstairs, and saw my wife making breakfest. I said good morning honey, and then felt like I was sucked back to my bed that I was in, and woke up IRL.

Any meaning you could come

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Any magic book you will find will be 100% bullshit. Modern magic is totally fake. If there ever was any real magic it was passed from one practitioner to their apprentices. It wasn't written down. Any writings that did exist were destroyed by the church. What we have today is a bunch of nonsense and crap made up by wiccan fags and neo-pagan hippies. It doesn't work and learning it is a waste of time. If there is real magic left in the world it will only be found in parts of the world where people still practice shamanism and other old spiritual practices that predate christianity and judaism.

I knew an anthropologist in college who told me tales of a hermetic christian priests in the hills of Greece who could work miracles. He personally witnessed some of these things. He saw a man bend a woman's crooked spine and make it straight. He once traveled two days into the mountains to meet a hermit who knew him by name when he arrived. The man knew who his wife was too and told him that she had cancer. 3 months later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. He told me of other things too. These men always said the same thing, they attained their power through years of meditation, prayer and connecting with the deeper being of the universe/cosmos/god.

That's the only real magic there is. These bullshit books you see in the library are about as magical and real as Harry Potter. If you really want to learn these things the only way is to find one of these shamans and have them teach you. That's not an easy thing to do. Especially because there are far more frauds than real ones.

Magic is very personal, for the most part, and thus is very difficult to learn from a book or a webpage. My advice is to look up the basics of magic while avoiding the wiccan bullshit.
Learn about what makes magic magic, learn about ritual, evocation, invocation, summoning(don't do this just for kicks. learn it as theory until you actually need to use it. You can very much so piss something off), focusing your will, the elements(various cultural significances are useful to learn), energy work, energy work on the self, energy work on others, potions, elixers, meditation, etc.
Only after having some sort of a base to work off of should you bother actually using magic. Make your own spells rather than using those of others, because those of others will more than likely not work well for you. When making your own spell don't go overboard with it either. Too much dramaticism makes you an idiot, the proper amount builds superb energy and makes rituals more enjoyable. Don't just write a bunch of shit down either. I've bene practicing magic for about three years now and I've only made 2 usable spells, one which simply uses energy and elements, with a form held in my mind. no words. I don't think I've even written it down.

Train in the art of destruction, shock spells are pretty sweet.

This is a joke right? Immediately thought it was shooped.

>>1698

The photo predates Photoshop and even personal computers. But still the only "evidence" is anecdotal. We have to take the guy's word that there was no beekeeper hanging out in the field that day.

>>1698
It definatly isn't shooped, the photo has been around for as long as I can remember. But it is likely there was just a man behind them and they forgot.

>>1578

back to 4ailchan with you...

seriously, *cruise control* YOU STUPID FUCKHEADED 4AILCHAN TROLLS, GET YOUR BULLSHIT BACK TO FUCKING 4AILCHAN. NOBODY WANTS TO SEE THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT. NOW STOP SPREADING CANCER ALL OVER THE FUCKING /x/ BOARD FUCK

I really want this to be true... ;__;

Bri/x/ were shat, and I shant be climbing any russian mountains anytime soon.

weapons testing just sounds like the most logical explanation to me. Remember this was in the beginning of the cold war weapons testing was most certainly going on in deserted areas. Soviet russia had a knack for covering things up to the population, which could explain why officials never discovered a source of radiation. "Orange spheres" were reported but size speed and duration are left unmentioned. It seems these people left their tent in a hurry (in their underwear) cutting it open to escape. One received a non-fatal skull fracture presumably while tripping or something done while panicking. He and three others hid together killed immediately/quickly by toxins or radiation. The womans tounge was bitten off in panic or later eaten by an animal. The others continued to flee and eventually froze to death.

>>1355

Best yet.

FLASH

AH-AH

DEY TURK MA JURB!

>>1597

Jesus Christ that was so fucking awesome...

>>1679
Open it up in photoshop the stories aren't half bad.

>>180
This is the only picture that I found disturbing.