BlkPillPres
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I am also interested in real occultism and even more so in real magic. But does it exist?
Careful, cult foids are brainwashed max, they will kill you if ordered by cult chad
they're a cult but not occultAlcoholics Anonymous. & I'm not joking. If you take it seriously your're in, easy. It's global, accessible, free, and indeed one witchy ass organization.
Same deal. Same word, same spell. That's literally how spells work.they're a cult but not occult
vintologi.se - one of the most braindead things i've ever seen
TBH I think it does, its just hidden from the public
For example the Stone of Scone which even had the ability to talk. Also it is related to great story from ancient times and genealogy. But it does not work anymore.
So how do we know the stone ever actually talked
Hi, I'm Emba....Alcoholics Anonymous. & I'm not joking. If you take it seriously your're in, easy. It's global, accessible, free, and indeed one witchy ass organization.
edit: oh wait you said forums as in online forums. Never mind then.
(in unison) Hi EmbaHi, I'm Emba....
Lol!(in unison) Hi Emba
Nah it sucks because you're expected to go over your sexual history in front of everyoneLol!
I sure wish i lived near aa! That would be like instant friends! (And social support: ) And free coffee!
Really? I never saw that. I just saw cry stories about failing and ruined lives... But it was very very long ago. There is probably still a lot of failed relationship shit. I don't mind that. It's blackpill stuff!Nah it sucks because you're expected to go over your sexual history in front of everyone
Maybe. Figure out the logistics of that maybe. Might be a good cope/occupation for you/Really? I never saw that. I just saw cry stories about failing and ruined lives... But it was very very long ago. There is probably still a lot of failed relationship shit. I don't mind that. It's blackpill stuff!
I guess i would get tired of the whining. But I'm here, so there's that.
Maybe it would just be somewhere to go and hang out irl with other losers?
Yeah. Probably better than a church with all the fake smiles.Maybe. Figure out the logistics of that maybe. Might be a good cope/occupation for you/
Please don't call that shit an occult forum, I've even argued with the creator before for his ridiculous beliefs, dude is not researching anything of an occult nature, its more of a philosophical type forum than occultic
@TheWitchKing
Maybe you know of some
Aside from Chaos Magick sites, you're going to need to be well versed in Aramaic, Arabic, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin while also being an expert in astronomy, mathematics, and chemistry to even comprehend grimoires like The Picitrix and The Shams al-Ma'arif. It kind of seems pointless sometimes because these works stress the importance of physical materials and circumstance but the main point of magick is to overcome physical material and circumstance. That's why Chaos Magick, Ancestor Magick, and other methods that use "abundant power" are more appealing.
BecomeALivingGog.com has a forum on it, the guy who runs the site is a kek depository and I wouldn't really take him too serious but about a third of the posters there are trying to get results.Ok but can you list some sites
I'm afraid I have nothing to offer in this respect except for disappointment.
True enough, I make more than my fair share of allusions to mysticism and, if my mood is dark enough, black magic. Sadly, all of the talk of demons and devils, gods and angels, is nothing more than metaphor: the gibbering of an old man who finds himself very close to death and shudders at the prospect of it. When all is said and done, both men (and women) and we monsters have our stories and, at least in that tiny respect, remain brothers. Though estranged the moment we left the cradle and were thrust beyond the confines of the nursery, there was a time when both the lovely and hideous both needed lullabyes that staved off the gruesome visions of the former and the inevitable misery of the latter. Chaos is a terrifying thing and so we tell our respective tales to try and make some small sense of the horror that serves as the constant companion of both the beautiful and repulsive.
When I was an adolescent I prayed to both God and the Devil for some sort of deliverance as, even at a relatively young age, I watched the sun set on what only the most charitable could describe as a future. I became infatuated with the notion of Doctor Faustus because I found it an amazing and unthinkable fantasy that any being, either infernal or celestial, could possibly value my soul enough to trade anything worthwhile for the sake of securing it. Lamentably, albeit predictably enough, both Heaven and Hell answered my cries with nothing except for conspicuous silence. Were I to conjure up Father Lucifer through some hidden rite and offer him my eternal service in exchange for something so small as a woman's smile, the type of thing most men consider their birthright, he would laugh and remind me that the Devil, regardless of how powerful he may be, is not God and isn't capable of the impossible.
I poisoned myself with tea brewed from Datura leaves, hoping that I would glimpse the tiniest spark of light that Castaneda bragged of being bathed in when he listened to the music of the Devil's Trumpet. All that visited me were shadows that grasped at my frigid skin, petty little imps that whispered in my ear reminding me that nothing and no one wanted me. If I was so wretched that even the most horrible woman found me repulsive, why would any demon, let alone any god, be bothered to rescue me from death as I writhed in agony, incapable of vomiting up or pissing out the venom I had so recklessly imbibed? Every incel belongs to the Devil by default, after all, and I have no doubt that Father Satan resents that just as fiercely as we, His miserable charges, do.
There is no glittering magic reserved for monsters, only the filthiest sorcery. We'll accept that, I suppose, because the alternative is oblivion and even the worst, sweat-soaked nightmare is preferable to the dreamless sleep that awaits each and every one of us.
Man lives his life dreaming of the Heaven that he experienced during those heady, brief, yet sincere seconds he spent awash in Daylight.
Monster languishes in the Hell he sees every moment it is foolish enough to close its eyes while the anemic Moon rules the sky.
Both slaves of Fate, blessed in the case of the former and damned when in the position of the latter, are permitted to speak the only magical word any living thing can honestly utter:
"Amen."
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List the ones you know
I'm afraid I have nothing to offer in this respect except for disappointment.
True enough, I make more than my fair share of allusions to mysticism and, if my mood is dark enough, black magic. Sadly, all of the talk of demons and devils, gods and angels, is nothing more than metaphor: the gibbering of an old man who finds himself very close to death and shudders at the prospect of it. When all is said and done, both men (and women) and we monsters have our stories and, at least in that tiny respect, remain brothers. Though estranged the moment we left the cradle and were thrust beyond the confines of the nursery, there was a time when both the lovely and hideous both needed lullabyes that staved off the gruesome visions of the former and the inevitable misery of the latter. Chaos is a terrifying thing and so we tell our respective tales to try and make some small sense of the horror that serves as the constant companion of both the beautiful and repulsive.
When I was an adolescent I prayed to both God and the Devil for some sort of deliverance as, even at a relatively young age, I watched the sun set on what only the most charitable could describe as a future. I became infatuated with the notion of Doctor Faustus because I found it an amazing and unthinkable fantasy that any being, either infernal or celestial, could possibly value my soul enough to trade anything worthwhile for the sake of securing it. Lamentably, albeit predictably enough, both Heaven and Hell answered my cries with nothing except for conspicuous silence. Were I to conjure up Father Lucifer through some hidden rite and offer him my eternal service in exchange for something so small as a woman's smile, the type of thing most men consider their birthright, he would laugh and remind me that the Devil, regardless of how powerful he may be, is not God and isn't capable of the impossible.
I poisoned myself with tea brewed from Datura leaves, hoping that I would glimpse the tiniest spark of light that Castaneda bragged of being bathed in when he listened to the music of the Devil's Trumpet. All that visited me were shadows that grasped at my frigid skin, petty little imps that whispered in my ear reminding me that nothing and no one wanted me. If I was so wretched that even the most horrible woman found me repulsive, why would any demon, let alone any god, be bothered to rescue me from death as I writhed in agony, incapable of vomiting up or pissing out the venom I had so recklessly imbibed? Every incel belongs to the Devil by default, after all, and I have no doubt that Father Satan resents that just as fiercely as we, His miserable charges, do.
There is no glittering magic reserved for monsters, only the filthiest sorcery. We'll accept that, I suppose, because the alternative is oblivion and even the worst, sweat-soaked nightmare is preferable to the dreamless sleep that awaits each and every one of us.
Man lives his life dreaming of the Heaven that he experienced during those heady, brief, yet sincere seconds he spent awash in Daylight.
Monster languishes in the Hell he sees every moment it is foolish enough to close its eyes while the anemic Moon rules the sky.
Both slaves of Fate, blessed in the case of the former and damned when in the position of the latter, are permitted to speak the only magical word any living thing can honestly utter:
"Amen."
Become a banker, work your way up ranks until they start inviting you to sex parties and sacrificing humans
While the normies are sucking and fucking, the actual members are busy making themselves immortal
1 John 2:15-17 King James Version (KJV)
15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof:
Limao i imagined face of BilkPilPress reading that ahahahahaFrom what i've read in Christian and Buddhism texts the way to immortality is overcoming self and the lures of this world. The earth is kind of like a trap and we keep returning here because of attachments to the 5 aggregates .
SN1-version2
{Wikipitaka}}Tipitaka >> Sutta Pitaka >> Samyutta Nikaya >> SN1-Sagathavagga-ver2 SN1-The Book With Verses (This is First Book of Samyutta Nikaya(Connected Discourses).This is version 2, a modified version of Bhikkhu Bodhi.) In this book discussions with various divine & other beings are...tipitaka.fandom.com
"There is an escape in the world; Which I have closely touched with wisdom.
O Evil One, kinsman of the negligent; You do not know that state. 333
"Sensual pleasures are like swords and stakes; The aggregates like their chopping block.
What you call sensual delight; Has become for me nondelight." 334
[Buddha:]
"That steadfast man was resolute;A meditator always rejoicing in meditation.
Applying himself day and night; Without attachment even to life.
"Having conquered the army of Death; Not returning to renewed existence.
Having drawn out craving with its root;Godhika has attained final Nibbana."
Limao i imagined face of BilkPilPress reading that ahahahaha
Limao i imagined face of BilkPilPress reading that ahahahaha
I'm not looking to read between the lines of endless metaphors and poetry, I believe the most significant and obvious indicator of anything mysitical being fake are the texts and members being "poetic". If you are still being drawn along with parables, metaphors, etc then you are not part of the "inner circle" and you are just being fucked with and kept in the dark about the true knowledge
The world elite are like the Merovingian in the Matrix movies, they have power within the confines of the Matrix because of their knowledge but they are still trapped within a computer program which can easily be turned off. You'd want to move beyond the confines of the matrix but the real world in Matrix is shitty where as its an unconditioned non shitty state in Buddhism and Christianity.
All this higher plane nonsense means nothing, even if it did exist, here's a simple question - "WHAT DO YOU GET BY GOING THERE?"
Dejavu - Coincidentally, the Buddhist texts i linked above use stories to answer this. Mara in Buddhist texts is like the devil tempting people to get caught in his lure of sensual pleasures.
(iii) The Third Subchapter(The Mara Pentad)
157. Many Number (Sambahula)
Thus have I heard. On one occasion the Lord (Buddha) was dwelling among the Sakyans at Silavati. Now on that occasion many number of bhikkhus were dwelling not far from the Lord (Buddha) — diligent, ardent, and resolute. Then Mara the Evil One manifested himself in the form of a brahmin, with a large matted topknot, clad in an antelope hide, old, crooked like a roof bracket, wheezing, holding a staff of udumbara wood. 302 He approached those bhikkhus and said to them: "You, sirs, have gone forth while young, lads with black hair, endowed with the blessing of youth, in the prime of life, without having dallied with sensual pleasures. Enjoy human sensual pleasures, sirs; do not abandon what is directly visible in order to pursue what takes time." 303
[Bhikkhus:]
"We have not abandoned what is directly visible, brahmin, in order to pursue what takes time. We have abandoned what takes time in order to pursue what is directly visible. For the Lord (Buddha), brahmin, has stated that sensual pleasures are time-consuming, full of suffering, full of despair, and the danger in them is still greater, while this Dhamma is directly visible, immediate, inviting one to come and see, applicable, to be personally experienced by the wise."
When this was said, Mara the Evil One shook his head, lolled his tongue, knit his brow into three furrows, and departed leaning on his staff. 304
Then those bhikkhus approached the Lord (Buddha), paid homage to him, sat down to one side, and reported everything in full.
[The Lord (Buddha) said:] "That was not a brahmin, bhikkhus. That was Mara the Evil One, who had come in order to confound you."
Then the Lord (Buddha), having understood the meaning of this, on that occasion recited this verse:
"How could a person incline to sensual pleasures
Who has seen the source whence suffering springs?
Having known acquisition as a tie in the world,
A person should train for its removal."
I believe the most significant and obvious indicator of anything mystical being fake are the texts and members being "poetic". If you are still being drawn along with parables, metaphors, etc then you are not part of the "inner circle" and you are just being fucked with and kept in the dark about the true knowledge
WHAT DO YOU GET?