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It's been a while since I've called out to Them. But now that I (or maybe it was Them) have reopened myself to the flame and renewed our pact, and continue to honor the pacts I make to Them, I feel an urge to seek out others like me who have found and been found by Them. The picture is just a representation, and I know those of you who have taken the pacts are being called to Them again, like me. I need to find you, brothers and sisters. Something is coming our way.
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"In one of the standard fantasy plots, a protagonist from our Earth, a sympathetic character with lousy grades or a crushing mortgage but still a good heart, suddenly finds themselves in a world where magic operates in place of science. The protagonist often goes on to practice magic, and become in due course a (superpowerful) sorcerer.
Now here's the question—and yes, it is a little unkind, but I think it needs to be asked: Presumably most readers of these novels see themselves in the protagonist's shoes, fantasizing about their own acquisition of sorcery. Wishing for magic. And, barring improbable demographics, most readers of these novels are not scientists.
Born into a world of science, they did not become scientists. What makes them think that, in a world of magic, they would act any differently?"
"Not to put too fine a point on it, but I've found no lack of dragons to fight, or magics to master, in this world of my birth. If I were transported into one of those fantasy novels, I wouldn't be surprised to find myself studying the forbidden ultimate sorcery—
—because why should being transported into a magical world change anything? It's not where you are, it's who you are.
So remember the Litany Against Being Transported Into An Alternate Universe:
If I'm going to be happy anywhere,
Or achieve greatness anywhere,
Or learn true secrets anywhere,
Or save the world anywhere,
Or feel strongly anywhere,
Or help people anywhere,
I may as well do it in reality."
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Here i stand, holding my final breath, before the end of the day as i drift to sleep. I await a dream to carry me to a new place, far from here, this hell, the life I love, and the melancholy i despise. Sadness and sorrow are only moments in a lifetime, but all at once, they envelope me, and i am silenced by the anxiety of my own despair. All this will be gone, while i enjoy the sanctuary of my dreams.
"I am Fine" They say. Nothing wrong at all. I believe it too. I feel fine. But inside i know there is something. I cant quiet figure it out. Something in me doesnt work, whether it be my body or my mind, something is broken.
I hurt, my chest is tight. Something is not right.
I've asked God for health and healing, but my god, ive waited so long. Will i die tonight, while i sleep, In the solitude of my dreams, not a soul near me, but my imagination and all the people i create. There they are, happy as can be, they are oh so real to me. The only thing i know, i hardly know at all.
Where i stand, so far away, all the worries of the day. And even to the start of the next, they will never go away. Oh God, give me peace. It is so hard to find, i feel as if i am blind. How can i go on living this life? I am lost and torn. My body is so worn.
My tears speak to no one, and my heart shouts to the world. Here i rest, fear of death, all my life i have waited, too soon it comes, but all so expected. Body so weak, may this night last forever, for i may never see the light of day again.
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For all my life I've been told my family is somewhat psychic, I don't yet believe I've had any episodes myself. I need your help figuring out something that happened to me last night.
At 2:22am I woke up and opened my eyes and saw an eye on fire. After I closed my eyes there were two numbers that flashed before them. 7 and 18. Neither of these numbers hold any significance to me personally.
The eye that I saw somewhat resembled the eye of Horus, or the eye of Ra. I cannot tell the difference. Perhaps because the eye was on fire it is meant to be the eye of Ra? When I closed my eyes, all I saw was fire and those two numbers shot out from the fire.
Pic somewhat related.
tl;dr - Woke up at 2:22am, saw eye of fire, saw 2 numbers 7 and 18.
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>Walking back from grocery store late-ish with brother and father
>Dad gets a feeling he's going to find something
>It's going to be a knife
>He looks around a bit with a light, sees this knife stuck in a tree
This might be nbd were it not for the swastika, thanks to that it's creeping me out a bit. Does anybody know what kind of knife this is, where it came from, anything like that?
It's not that sharp, kind of a low-grade pocket knife.