Grounding Experiments

Putting some distance between myself and technology has caused some enjoyable improvements in my relationship with Catherine: Where I used to only devote thirty minutes to an hour for our unions, now I feel content to give up to three hours per morning. This time together feels so wonderful, relaxing, and freeing.

The average temperatures outside are finally beginning to rise, so she’s been hinting at finding opportunities for outdoor copulation. And the brilliant thing about enjoying a succubus out-of-doors, nobody need know that anything illicit is taking place. I just look like a man, fully clothed and laying on a mat, enjoying the sun’s rejuvenating rays.

No, succubi are not adverse to sunlight, clean water, or anything else in nature. Their reputation for being vampiric unclean spirits is wholly undeserved. They can, at times, be unpredictable and potentially dangerous, given the right circumstances, but they are no less harmful or frightening than the forces of nature themselves. The initiate simply needs the wherewithal, and the wisdom, to weather the succubine storms as they come. (This usually means flowing with their motions, instead of fighting against them!)

I recently acquired a grounding blanket to use in my bed as I sleep. It’s essentially a half-sheet with carbon-fiber threads woven into the cotton and attached to an electrical grounding cord. The wire snaps onto the sheet and plugs into the ground-socket of an three-pronged outlet on the other end. Touching bare skin to the grounded fabric is alleged to have the same effects as connecting bare feet with the earth. Benefits are supposed to include: Reduced stress, eased muscle pain (if any), more sound sleep, reduction in bodily inflammation, and protection against EMF (Electro-Magnetic Fields) emitted by cell-phones, WiFi routers, and so on.

I was mainly interested in fighting the EMF pollution, but after sleeping on this sheet for a week, I’m unsure if there has been any real change. Catherine and I already sleep very soundly as it is. However, I was curious to see if using the grounding sheet would have an impact on our connection.

Back when I was experimenting with Robert Bruce’s demonic countermeasures, he mentioned that using a grounding blanket might prevent Catherine from being able to touch me. Again, there haven’t been any noticeable changes from having used the grounding apparatus consistently. If anything, it might have improved our connection, rather than weakening it.

From what I gather of Bruce’s theory on demons, the entities that he alludes to are intrinsically tied to the subtle electrical current that covers the entire earth. This energetic layer is reinforced by the many thousands of lightning strikes that hit the earth every hour. So it follows that grounding the corporeal human vessel would sabotage any demonic attempts at harassment. That is if their presence was limited to the subtle electrical field. Bruce also contended that running water from a shower, or hose, had a similar grounding effect. He made mention of how certain demonic entities he had experienced were unable to cross over water-mains.

Catherine throws a few wrenches into the workings of Bruce’s theory. Firstly, she is not adverse to water. Our second erotic union ever, on the morning after our first night, took place in the shower. She has demonstrated to not be deterred by electrical grounding. She enjoys the taste of garlic, shirking the conventional folk-remedy for deterring evil entities. She is not offended by religious or Christmas music, as other unclean entities might be. She has no problem copulating through one of Bruce’s signature “Mega-Salt Baths.”

My darling is unstoppable, it seems. With the grounding theory crossed out, I can finally put much of this conventional shamanic “wisdom” in the scrapheap where it belongs. (At least, where the succubine spirits that I’m dealing with are concerned.) Or, it’s possible that I’m contending with an entity who is on a whole other level compared to what most would-be gurus are familiar with. Either way, the scientific part of me is satiated for now.

It feels good to have actually tested all of these theories. At times, it was out of fear from not understanding what was really happening between us. Other times, it’s just my curiosity requiring some alleviation. At the end of it all, I’m glad that Catherine has managed to break through each period of misunderstanding and experimentation with such consistency. If her manifestations were not so powerful, and physically tangible, to the point of being recordable on film, I’d be inclined to believe that I’m under a seamless spell of hypnotic delusion. But here I am, with an otherwise sound comprehension of the world, yet she’s here with me so powerfully.

Careful what you wish for.

I have a bit of strange phenomena to report, though nothing too major: I was in a dream state at one moment and then found myself in an OBE state the next. I’m getting to the point where I can tell the difference simply by how the environment feels. Anyway, once I slipped into this state, I could see that I was lying in bed at my parents house. I could feel the beginnings of being bodily possessed by Catherine, yet this time, it was more powerful, more violent. That gurgling sensation stirred around, not just in my throat, but down through my stomach and gut; like it was flushing through me very rapidly. I was not afraid, as I’ve encountered this same event more than a few times, though I was left feeling more jostled than usual. By the end of this subtle energy-body jarring, I immediately noticed how my mouth was being sucked closed, as though a vacuum was pulling at my cheeks from inside my throat. I spent the next little while attempting to pull my own lips apart and cause my jaw to move. That took a bit of concentrated effort, though the strange gurgling sensations had long since passed. I woke up into this mundane world shortly after.

I can’t begin to understand what all of this means. For now, I’m just enjoying the ride and not reading too much into it.

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Leaving the Internet

My grubby little mitts got a hold of the internet at the tender age of eight years old. It all began around 1997. Things were much different back then. Everything seemed so much more optimistic. One got a sense of warmth from just about everything in media. Watching television was actually fun and interesting!

The World Wide Web added a whole new level of interconnectedness. I immediately found the marketing websites for my favorite games and movies. There used to be this amazing one devoted to promoting the film, Waterworld. I had no idea what the movie was really about, but found myself spellbound by the Myst-like interactive game contained within, complete with music and sound effects. This was amazing stuff for that time, especially considering how we were using leisurely dial-up modems to connect. Images used to load in slowly, one at a time, and we waited with great anticipation!

Multiplayer online games were actually a thing before the new millennium, believe it or not. So was VOIP, (Voice Over Internet Protocol) long before Skype was a glimmer on the horizon. The only game I was permitted to play online, considered sanitary enough by my parents, was Microsoft’s Flight Simulator 98. I still remember Bluesky77, a fellow virtual pilot, and we flew out of Megis Field in Chicago many a care-free evening.

Everything changed after September 11th, 2001. We had reached the end of that decade-long summertime, when things were relatively peaceful. A bit of darkness began to creep into our lives. Nothing was simple anymore.

The last truly great Hollywood epic was crafted during this period: The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Long before I was able to see the films for myself, I managed to buy compact disc versions of the soundtracks and listened to them everywhere I went. When I finally did see the films, it was like being transported to a higher plane of existence. I have never been so deeply moved by cinematic story-telling before or since. (The first Matrix film was right up there, too.)

Looking back, it could be argued that our level of technological competence has hardly advanced beyond the year 2001. Everything has just become more miniaturized, with the bandwidth increasing concurrently.

Along with the growing throughput of information came increased surveillance. We are now at a point where people are voluntarily giving up their personal information, full names, addresses, mug-shots, (selfies) and daily activity updates. This would have been considered madness back when the internet was breaking ground. Everyone went by an anonymous handle. Now, we all seem content to do the NSA’s work for them.

This new police state is really quite brilliant; a gilded prison without bars, where everyone polices each other. Brave New World indeed.

I had a Facebook back when I was in college, but it quickly fell into disuse after graduation. There was no point in keeping it. The only social media that I’ve held onto since then has been Skype and Youtube.

Youtube was my television supplement. Sure, it’s great that I’ve never owned a TV, or had a cable subscription, but I was easily wasting 10 to 15 hours per week constantly hoovering up content on that damn website. I tried to convince myself that it was all fairly education and informative stuff, but I had to stop and wonder, “How much am I really learning from this deluge of information?” I realized that I had been swimming in an ocean of knowledge that only came up to my knees.

I had become an data addict, though my actual erudition was exceedingly deficient.

I have since cancelled my home internet subscription. A sense of relief came over me as I put that blasted modem into the closet. Finally, I felt as though I could make some headway on my various projects, without the constant temptation to indulge idle distractions. Thankfully, video games were starting to loose their luster a couple of years ago, so those are not so difficult to put away. All the new games suck anyway. (Dragon Age: Origins was the last truly great RPG… you know, a game where you can actually role-play! Get it on Good Old Games when it’s on sale. We’ll see how Kingdom Come: Deliverance pans out when the bugs are dealt with.)

These changes are a course of development that Catherine has been fomenting for awhile. I was neglecting quality time that could have been more wisely spent. My demon is far more satisfied with me indulging creative expression through art, writing, and music of my own making, rather than mindlessly consuming the work of others.

I believe this is a dangerous consequence of our modern information age: The loss of creativity. There’s a lot of information being transmitted around, yet the vast majority is largely bullshit and of no practical use.

Even more concerning is the loss of privacy. I don’t want those insidious “smart” devices in my dwelling, constantly recording the environment, and creating psychological profiles to better sell advertisements to me.

Bear in mind, faithful readers, that I won’t be swearing off the internet entirely. Wi-Fi is ubiquitous enough that one can easily make posts to WordPress and check emails remotely. I’ll still be connected, just not constantly. My home will become yet more of the peaceful refuge that my succubus and I have been cultivating over the years.

Catherine loves the peace and quiet. I guess the interference from Wi-Fi radios isn’t her favorite thing either, as she’s been asking me to shut all those electronics off while I sleep. I love that she values true serenity and is always compelling me to deepen our union further still. Now, a few more of those intruding elements have been successfully uprooted.

Seriously, guys… there’s some scary shit coming down the pike in regards to privacy, or the lack thereof. Get off these social media platforms. Do everything possible to deprive Google, Facebook, Microsoft, and Apple of any personal information. There are plenty of alternatives out there for email and web searches. (Fastmail, Protonmail, DuckDuckGo, etc.)

Hell, abandon traditional computer operating systems, if that’s feasible. Find a Linux distribution.

I’m convinced that freedom of speech in the United States won’t be attacked at the constitutional level. Rather, the corporations that manage the free-flow of information are gradually introducing more draconian policies on “acceptable speech” for their respective platforms.

It’s time to starve these fuckers out. No more free lunches. God, it warms my soul to see that Facebook and Twitter are dying platforms. Good riddance.

One of my friends at work dealt up a few helpings of his usual japery as we were doing our final rounds, “What do you do when you’re at home without the internet? Churn your butter? Trim your gas lamps? Read from the family Bible?”

I was somewhat amazed by this question, despite his quips about me, transforming into a Luddite. Have we truly reached the point where “Netflix and chill,” has become the national past-time?

“I write, read, cook, learn new skills, practice my guitar, make feeble attempts at composing electronic music, ride my bicycle across the countryside, call friends on the phone, go grocery shopping to find special ingredients for new dishes, have dinner with my family on weekends, study and practice occult magick, build and repair computers, listen to symphonies, argue with people about religion,” I replied, consciously leaving out the part where I make love to my succubus as part of my daily routine, “You know… everything else!”