North Californian lore, anyone ?
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This happened 20 years ago.
>Made a visit to the US because a friend got married in San Diego. With said friend, I had a trip to his family in North California. His father was a hobby archaeologist and we went to a site to meet him there. My friend was pretty useless finding his way through the hilly landscape. We were on a sandy road to nowhere when we met an old man at his truck and asked for directions. He asked us for help with his water tank. We follwowed him to his house, helped him to secure his askewed watertank and he showed my friend a map and how to get back on track. He told us that he was a kind of spiritual advisor of his tribe (forgot the name) and that was the reason to live out there alone. Talking about his father, my friend exchanged telephone numbers with the old guy who offered to find our totem animals. Not a believer but - well, why not.
>Friend hoped for an eagle because he is fond of birds of prey. Old man threw his bones and read them. Not an eagle but a falcon. Not bad. I hope for a cat because I love cats.
>Old man threw the bones for me. Is puzzled and thinks he fumbled his roll. Retried. Said something about it's odd. Rolled again.
>"Anon, you have no totem animal. According to the bones, you are a member of the ghost world. I don't want to be rude but please leave immediately."
>Uhm, ok. We were on our way again.
>Left the States a month later.
>Friend called me maybe 3 months later and told me a story about the old man who had phoned my friend and asked if he still was in contact with me. Because at night, he had seen me walking around the hills. The old guy sort of panicked and left his home.
>Ok. That is all bullshit for me but is somebody apt in North Californian lore ? What is it with having no animal totem and "being a member of the ghost realm" ? Was the old man so full of shit ? But why did he called my friend back and warned him with his little horror story ? I'm just curious.
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Alright /x/, let's talk about Project Monarch and MK-Ultra. Could it be true that we're brainwashing people for specific purposes?
>BETA is referred to as “sexual” programming (slaves). This programming eliminates all learned moral convictions and stimulates the primitive instinct, devoid of inhibitions. “Cat” alters may come out at this level. Known as Kitten programming, it is the most visible kind of programming as some female celebrities, models, actresses and singers have been subjected to this kind of programming. In popular culture, clothing with feline prints often denote Kitten programming.
DELTA is known as “killer” programming and was originally developed for training special agents or elite soldiers (i.e. Delta Force, First Earth Battalion, Mossad, etc.) in covert operations. Optimal adrenal output and controlled aggression is evident. Subjects are devoid of fear and very systematic in carrying out their assignment. Self-destruct or suicide instructions are layered in at this level.
THETA – Considered to the “psychic” programming. Bloodliners (those coming from multi-generational Satanic families) were determined to exhibit a greater propensity for having telepathic abilities than did non-bloodliners. Due to its evident limitations, however, various forms of electronic mind control systems were developed and introduced, namely, bio-medical human telemetry devices (brain implants), directed-energy lasers using microwaves and/or electromagnetics. It is reported these are used in conjunction with highly-advanced computers and sophisticated satellite tracking systems.
The main evidence I have going for me is the Katy Perry music video for Wide Awake. The video always struck me as being off, with a hidden meaning I couldn't find from standard interpretations. This along with the utter insanity of Brittany Spears, the numerous insane things Michael Jackson did, and Miley Cyrus's sudden personality split.
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Every Halloween I go to a haunted attraction or two, and while they're a lot of fun, I'm getting tired of the latex and red syrup gore. I'm just burned out. What else is there to do besides go to haunted houses on Halloween?
I plan to watch scary movies like always, but it'd be nice to just wander around a town decked out in spooky decorations, or go somewhere that I can just hang out and enjoy the vibe of the season.
Anyone have ideas/recommendations? I'm in California, but I'm not against flying or driving.
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Damn it. So i had just been watching videos, and stumbled on scary 4chan posts, which led to other videos which led me to the syncronicity /x/ incident. So I read all the stuff and think, "oooo thats cool, they said the number 23 keeps popping up but I didn't really see that." I then watch the newest video in my subs, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVluVrGmX34 I start watching and realize, that in the story it mentions 23 shots, and then I see it is video 2/3.
Fuck me /x/. Syncronicity thread.
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So I heard about synchronicity recently and it's really got me interested in other peoples experiences other than the ones I've already read.
Here's mine to start the discussion;
When I was very young I had a problem of chewing/putting things in my mouth (don't make it weird). so one day I accidentally swallowed a chunk of ice. I started choking and the next thing I know my grandpa is at my side and eventually successfully forces it from my throat.
Fast forward a couple of years, I'm in the kitchen and my family is over for holiday dinner. I had a rubber ball I'd frequently play with and put in my mouth. It was pretty small and nothing bad had ever happened before. Except.. I tried drinking with it in my mouth once. And again, I find myself choking. My mother was quick to save me this time.
Another couple of years pass, and I'm at the beach with my brother, and some family friends, My brother and I are play fighting in the water (we'd wrestle a lot when we were young) and at one point he holds me under. I started struggling and when I couldn't hold my breathe for much longer I ended up punching him in the stomach in an attempt to let him know "hey I actually need air." So.. While under he punched me back right in the stomach. I breathed hard (underwater) after that and somehow in the next instant found myself above and frantically maneuvering myself to land where I struggled to breathe for a good 30seconds-1 minute. No body really tried to do anything. I think my mother was in panic mode because she kept screaming "What's wrong?!" like I could actually answer at that moment.