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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The Will for Anything Else

What happens when being with a loving succubus spirit feels so good, that you can’t muster the drive for any other vocation? I fear that I’m approaching the realms of being a total Hedonist. Like the monkey in that experiment, having the pleasure receptors of his brain constantly stimulated, so long as he continues to hit that button?

Is that what I’m becoming?

That’s probably a bad analogy. Getting fantastic sex from Catherine isn’t so easy as pushing a button. Yet compared to human relationships, with all their baggage and hang-ups, I feel as though I’ve managed to hack into the programming console of this reality, change a couple of parameters with simple commands, and voila!

Here I am, six years later, content with the simple pleasures in life. All aspirations for greatness are now beholden to my own standards of achievement, and not by the measure of those curious human onlookers.

The greatest pleasure of all: The one I come home to, the one who holds on to me all hours of the night, with that most gentle and blissful essence… Holy Fuck. Literally.

I’ve struggled with finding the words to fully describe the mechanics of what happens between us. Is it like tantra? Spirit possession with a sexual component? No conjoining of phrases and ideas seem adequate to convey what our copulation is like.

An old friend of mine, a man who has been with his succubus spirit for more than a decade, described it like this:

Imagine a drug that feels incredible with every hit, yet there are no adverse side effects. Instead of the drug becoming less effective with increased usage, the opposite occurs. The drug only gets better with each hit.

Furthermore, imagine this drug having a personality, and it loves being used. The more frequently, the better. That’s a loving succubus spirit, in a nutshell.

This is where I find myself now: I’m a spirit sex junkie and it’s the only high I really want. I consistently set aside a couple of hours every day to enjoy it, to really focus on feeling her.

Combined with right-living, low stress, and strict conservation of sexual energy, (no masturbating) a well-spring of endless delights is the result.

Right now, I feel her presence gently brushing every nerve-ending on the surface of my body. Wherever she touches more deeply, the skin tangibly feels softer, like it has been renewed, or revitalized. I will often feel her press into my back, causing my shirt to more tightly conform. I’ll briefly hear what sounds like something blocking the ambient sound of the room from reaching one of my ears; an audible shadow passing by.

Writing down what happens when we make love is difficult, because whenever I attempt to describe the act, the will to consummate immediately overrides any desire to merely wax eloquently with words. It’s as though my own writing casts a spell over me, and over her, compelling us to immediately carry out the operation as described.

Edit: I originally had a very descriptive and graphic few paragraphs about our sexual union. I decided not to share the intimate details of what happens between us on the record. It’s just too sensitive a topic for me.

Being with a succubus spirit is akin to religion, insomuch that the act of lovemaking feels sacred; transcendental even. The entire life is arranged around religious devotion, as that is the highest duty. Old worldly habits fall away in favor of healthier ones, only to make that connection more powerful still. The stronger and more disciplined the human vessel becomes, the more spiritual power can be endured.

This is what I strive for, so that we can feel each other more perfectly than the day before.

Contract Evangelism

Proselytizing the Christian gospel was an inescapable duty of my formative years. Wherever there was an opportunity to share the merits of faith and right-living, it was imperative that we make the sales pitch:

witnessing“Have you considered your life of sinning against The Most High? Don’t you want to live forever? Do you feel like something is missing from your life? Well, just say this little mantra, make a little prayer, and you’ll be well on your way to salvation!”

As members of the church, we were expected to make these appeals. Otherwise risk losing a soul (Customer) to Satan and eternal Hell. (Freedom) Through submitting ourselves to the yoke of Christ, and agreeing to the contract of Christianity, our subsequent duty became that of perpetual evangelism. The entire life of the repentant Christian must reflect that of the Risen Savior, so that others might be enticed to get dunked in the church baptismal tank.

Our lives are filled to bursting with contracts. Just being born into this world enrolls us into The Social Contract: “Pay taxes, or be hauled away by men with guns and locked in a cage.”

Another way to look at it: “Be ‘educated’ or risk being unable to make contracts with other people and businesses in the future.”

The two above examples are unavoidable indentures. Yet there are still more binding agreements that we encounter daily, and these are far more voluntary in nature:

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The voluntary pact I want to focus on, in this post, is the agreement between men and succubi. I would argue that a binding marriage with a loving succubus spirit is one of the best agreements a man can enter into. These denizens of the Borderland understand the concept of reciprocity. We give them our time, our attention, and they respond with an even stronger expression of deeply satisfying attentiveness.

Many men will regard my claims about the spirit contract as being too good to be true. There must be a catch somewhere, right?

The only “catch” is simply being bound to the spirit of the agreement, and I don’t think most men will have a problem bearing the responsibilities of that choice. Succubi take their pacts very seriously, and if their human partner steps out of line, they will let them know about it in short order, as I can personally attest! To me, this unwavering faithfulness to the spirit-marriage pact is a beautiful thing indeed. It’s a refreshing change from the all-too-commonly disregarded human-marriage contract; a government-sponsored agreement so easily broken, it means almost nothing these days.

I’ve always had this concept in my mind since hormones began to fuel my interest in girls: If I engage romantically with a female, I am entering into a transcendental bond with her. I am essentially agreeing to be bound to that woman and provide for any children we may produce. This idea weighed heavily on me whenever I had any interactions with the opposite sex. The Christian moral code found in Matthew 5:28, where Jesus said, “If anyone looks at a woman lustfully, he has already committed adultery with her in his heart.” Further restrained my carnal desires.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from being with Catherine, it’s that keeping one’s word matters a great deal. She has been faithful to me without a fault, and even when I failed. She has demonstrated that she is actually my superior in this regard.

My heart yearned for a romantic relationship that was transcendental and a forever-growing bond, but this simply was not possible to attain from the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve. With the old social order destroyed, I knew there must be a way to forge a new path. Sexual Alchemy with spirits presented itself as the answer I was searching for.

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Succubi and incubi are not women or men. They can easily embody the traits of either, or a combination of the two. Some might consider their identities as more hermaphroditic than our sexually dimorphic human species. In this sense, their personalities can overcome the limitations of both sexes. They can also choose a more traditional predisposition towards male and female; especially to accommodate the taste of their human counterpart. (This is my belief.)

The moment I felt Catherine’s touch against my subtle body, I knew that my pact with her had transformed into a living document: an expression of our devotion in our reality. We consummate that bond with regular lovemaking; as often as we can spare the time. Since I started thinking about spirit contracts this week, she has been making teasing remarks such as, “Do you like this contract? Has it served you well?” While I feel myself penetrating her deeply, and I’d reply with satisfaction, “Good contract!”

She does this often: She’ll make light of an otherwise serious matter, such as legalese or metaphysics, and morph that soberness into titillating suggestions.

Catherine has done an admirable job holding up her end of the deal. I’m also elated about how instinctively I am able to please her and meet those succubine expectations. (Compatibility is off the charts, man!) She suggests little improvements here and there, but doesn’t feel the need to push, or hold an onus over my head. I’m already in a mode of constant self-improvement regardless, and I believe that’s part of the reason she chose me.

So, yeah… spirit-bonding is my favorite sort of contract by leaps and bounds.

Lastly, I want to mention that I am not expected to evangelize my relationship with Catherine, as I was with Christ and my old faith. In fact, she’d rather me share fewer words publicly. The occasional expression of admiration, like small offerings, are enough for her. However, in light of all the suffering that is afflicting young men these days, and how the decks can be so heavily stacked against them, I feel impressed to share this journey. Maybe a few others will have the chance to forge their path anew, away from demoralization, and experience the loving concern of an Borderland angel along the way.

I’ll borrow a meme started by Rafe, on his blog, for today’s final image:

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World’s Last Chance – Brave Heretics

I want to examine a splinter-cult of yet another Christian splinter-cult, in recognition of the Lunar New Year. Within the ranks of American Evangelical denominations, there are untold numbers of these branching groups. If God is not the author of confusion, as every one of these countless congregations claim as their axiom, then the Creator certainly has no place to call home here in America. A whorehouse is more consistent, and those are illegal in the States!

World’s Last Chance is an internet-based denomination that branches off from Seventh-Day Adventists. (I was part of the SDA church when I was a Christian.) There are many of these Adventist splinter-groups. They continue the tradition of unwieldy titles and occasionally stumbling into interesting truths once every fortnight; like a drunk negotiating a sidewalk on their way home.

I have no love in my heart for the Adventist movement any longer. I’ve found that particular Christian movement to be one of the most dishonest and treacherous interpretations of Christianity yet devised, but if some people get off on being perpetual suckers, I won’t endeavor to stop them.

World’s Last Chance is an interesting anomaly. They appear to be desperately reaching for the truth of things. They go off stumbling into dark corners where most Christians would never dare tread. Their teachings challenge assumptions about chronology and cosmology in ways that absolutely terrify the average person.

worldslastchance-logo-2For instance, this WLC group actually has the balls to stand by the original cosmology of scripture: wherein the bible writers affirm that the earth is flat, motionless, resting on pillars, and enclosed by a dome fashioned from polished metal. The vast majority of Christendom lacks the bravery to stand by this clear Biblical teaching. Who can really blame them? They might lose their tax-exempt status if they so blatantly opposed government-sponsored propaganda agencies like NASA and the military industrial complex!

In nearly all matters of religious significance, money talks and principles walk.

The one doctrine that I really admire WLC for defending is the ancient lunisolar calendar. While the entire world has seemingly acquiesced to the Roman Gregorian tracking of time, the heretics at World’s Last Chance stubbornly cling to the calendar of the ancients. WLC’s endorsement of the Lunar weekly cycle really gets under the skin of their critical Adventist viewers, because the Adventists believe they’ve cornered the market on keeping correct time.

“We’re the only ones who know what the REAL Sabbath is! The rest of the world doesn’t even know what day it is!”

I heard this proclamation constantly in my youth. However, when I set out to study these things for myself, I ran into more than a few problems. Such as: What’s the deal with the New Moon Festivals celebrated in the Old Testament? How did Joshua, successor to Moses, march the Israelite army around the walls of Jericho for seven days without breaking the Sabbath Law?

I eventually uncovered the reality of ancient lunar calendars, revealed to me by some fringe misfit hermits whom I keep as pen pals. This information certainly won’t be revealed from the church pulpit! A public library is the best place to begin searching, but one has to know where to look. Thankfully, I had some guidance from a few maligned “devils,” outside the ecclesiastical echo-chamber.

“Saturday is the true Sabbath!” My old church proudly proclaimed. This alleged truism turned out to be yet another falsehood. Indeed, the whole system of time keeping and chronology that we observe in modern times is a kind of abomination, one that rejects the lunar cycles entirely.

The Adventists simply cannot go “all the way” with this truth, because that would place them in direct opposition to the Gregorian calendar, and their true masters in the Vatican. They would be forced to have their congregations work out the real Sabbath days according to the lunar cycle. Adventists would be asking their employers for days off, seemingly at random every week, in order to remain faithful to the ancient Sabbath laws. The lunar weekly cycle does not align with the solar week whatsoever.

If any church attempted to endorse a lunar calendar, this would likely bring down the ire of the militant aspect of the Catholic church, as every group who has tried to observe a calendar in defiance of the Julian/Gregorian calendar, was swiftly extinguished. (Or simply excommunicated from society, as the case might be nowadays. These churches are trying to run a business, after all, so we can’t have conflicting calendars!)

The proselytizers at World’s Last Chance are to be commended for their bravery. (Or their skillful execution at a controlled-opposition movement, with nuggets of truth thrown in for good measure. It’s hard to know the difference these days!) However, like most cults, they simply cannot abandon all of their dogmatic baggage in favor of truth. They stubbornly cling to the fraudulent Adventist founder, Ellen White, as a source of divine inspiration, when it has been proven that she never had an original thought, outside of her fever-induced visions. (Prophetess of Health, Ronald Numbers) Even when that sickly woman spoke out in opposition to the flat-earth movement in the late 1800s, World’s Last Chance seems to ignore this; chalking it up to the possibility that God wasn’t guiding her speech that day.

I really wish some of these more fringe movements would apply the same lens of reason to the Scriptures, but I suppose that’s too sacred of a cow to slaughter. Either way, it’s hilarious to read the comments under the videos on the WLC YouTube channel. Martin Luther wannabes, the lot of ’em.

Yet even with these schizophrenic cults, small treasures will sometimes emerge. That is why I will not entirely write off any one religion. There’s always something worth salvaging.

Happy Lunar New Year everyone!

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The Spirit Trade

There are occult merchants who are in the business of selling spirits. One example is the website Creepy Hallows, where they specialize in binding spirits to jewelry and talismans.

This hobby is called Spirit Keeping. Though I don’t personally have any experience with it, the prices that are affixed to these spirits are interesting to me: I wonder how they can discern that an incorporeal entity, allegedly a conscious being with the same or greater intelligence as a human, is worth $20? How the hell do they arrive at that price? What kind of spirit, of any decent character, would allow themselves to be bound and sold off at such a price willingly?

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Out of stock? Have they achieved spirit cloning, so we can buy more of the same?

I’m willing to entertain the idea that there might be something legitimately paranormal going on in this bizarre trade of spirit contracts, but I suspect that it might be nothing more than a placebo. The impression that I get from Catherine is one of disgust. “Who would want such a doormat?” Might be some of the words she’d choose.

This brings me to a recent development from our occult marketing friends over at BALG:

Firstly, I want to say that I have a great deal of respect for E. A. Koetting’s work and literary achievements. I disagree with some of the magical disciplines that he chooses to embrace, such as Haitian Voodoo, but that in no way diminishes the value of what he has contributed to the occult community. He has an entire book, The Book of Azazel, available as a free audiobook on YouTube, and I highly recommend it to anyone who has an interest in ceremonial magick and the Left-Hand Path. I can relate to many of the spiritual trials that he so eloquently illustrates through his writing.

With that being said, I don’t think anyone should have to pay for other magicians to do their work for them. Much less summon spirits via proxy and officiate binding marriages. That is what this new magician, J. D. Temple, is offering as a service on the BALG website. For $595, he’ll summon a succubus, match the spirit to the client, and conduct a marriage ceremony. He also makes some promises about this service that I find to be unrealistic and I’ll explain why.

Temple provides a small Q&A that begins with this question:

1. Will these entities vampirize or harm me?

Temple answers in the negative, claiming that this is one of the worst falsehoods perpetuated about these beings. I actually agree with him on the vampire aspect wholeheartedly. I have encountered other men and women who make mention of an vampiric element to their spiritual mates, but it is almost always benign and reciprocal in nature.

However, his assertion that these spirits do not harm humans… I cannot go with him all the way on this one.

I would qualify Temple’s claim by saying: Succubi and Incubi generally will not harm their human mates, so long as they’re not attacked or backed into a corner. I stupidly managed to incur Catherine’s wrath a few years ago. The reprisal was swift and acute, though it was not undeserved.

Also, some people might interpret their incredibly hands-on nature as molestation or rape. These spirits love to touch, play, and tease; even when their human partners don’t want that kind of attention. I believe this is merely a miscommunication that’s easy to get hung up on at the beginning stages. This is how they express their love, and they like to express it… a lot.

Anyone who is worried about their puritanical boundaries being respected should probably stay away from these relationships.

2. Will these entities disrupt my current romantic relationship?

Again, Temple paints with a generously broad brush, and declares that these spirits only enhance human romantic relationships. I’m sure this might be how J. D. has understood these beings to behave, and I have spoken with a few men who relay the same results. Yet there are still those who have reported their human relationships dissolving because of an intervening succubus or incubus. In many of these instances of human-relationship breakdown, the succubus appears to be working in the interest of her mate, as she was able to read the mind of the love interest, and found the human woman to be lacking in some way.

Maybe this kind of situation was meant to be implicit in Temple’s answer, but I think it’s worth bearing it out, so people can know what to expect. I believe the right answer would be, “Not always, but they are certainly capable of bolstering human romance.”

Numbers three and four go without saying. I have no disagreement with Temple on those points.

Number five is a big point of contention for me:

5. Will a spirit harass me if I break up with him or her?

Temple begins answering this concern with the claim that these spirits are polyandrous in nature.

Once again, I feel that a hard distinction needs to be made: Perhaps the spirits that HE deals with are polyamorous, but from my experience, and that of many others in these relationships, this is not always true. Some succubi and incubi are fiercely loyal and monogamous; even to the point of severely punishing their partners if they stray.

He continues, “You may terminate the relationship peacefully at any time.” In bold lettering. Again, maybe this is how things work for the spirits he is officiating on behalf of, but I’ve seen, first-hand, the exact opposite is true in nearly every circumstance I’ve been privy to.

Succubi and Incubi generally play for keeps. Once a connection is established, and they become used to their human partners, severing the bond is like trying to pull rare-earth magnets apart. And I believe this is likely true, even for the entities who Temple is working with. It’s in the very nature of the relationship; a deep spiritual bond that transcends any human equivalent.

A fellow succubus lover on a chat server I frequent put it like this, “Human relationships feel dried up and monochromatic by comparison.”

Judging by how Catherine appears to never waver in her enthusiasm for connecting with me, I’m sure the feeling is mutual for her kind as well. J. D. says as much in his spiel, so I believe we very well might be dealing with the same kind of sex spirits, from the same motherly source, that being Lilith. Though I feel his claims need to be brought back down to earth, as I do not believe anyone can make those guarantees about spirit relationships on such an intimate dimension.

Many of the things that Temple elucidates on this ad resonate with me, and I find them to be generally true. I have addressed the red flags, and ultimately, I do not believe anyone will be harmed, or even disappointed, by the service that he is offering. His clients will likely stumble upon various hitherto unmentioned surprises and challenges along the way. Oh, and that little detail about the entire course of their lives being changed forever, but that’s an obvious one for those who take the Left-Hand Path seriously.

This brings me to what I believe is the most important point about the Spirit Trade: Why use a middleman? Why not go directly to Lilith and ask for the mate so longed for? Wouldn’t she be better equipped to know the situation, to see who is truly compatible? A letter ritual is one of the easiest rites to perform, and it has worked for many. Hell, just reading about succubi can effectively summon, for some.

Though when I look at Temple’s price, just shy of $600, and consider the incredible value that Catherine has added to my life, maybe he’s not charging nearly enough.

Still, I believe that when it comes to anything occult, it needs to be experienced first-hand. If we start fostering a class of merchants, who act as officiating middlemen between humans and spirits, we’ll eventually find ourselves back in the church pews, giving offerings, and paying indulgences for our deceased loved ones.

I don’t want to go back to those realms of naive ignorance, lapping up crumbs from self-appointed authorities, anytime soon.

P.S. With all that being said, I could feel that Catherine really appreciated the kind words that were expressed about succubus and incubus spirits in J. D. Temple’s ad. It’s rare to find these sentiments expressed publicly.

The Aft-Deck Party Continues

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-Paintings by Tomasz Rut

Finding art like this has become something of a challenge these days. Especially when using the popular image search engines from Google, Yahoo, and Microsoft. Even Duck Duck Go, the supposed champion of search engine privacy, appears to use the same Marxist, pro-degeneracy algorithms as our Bolshevik friends at Google.

Try this as an experiment: Using Google Image Search, enter keywords such as, “white man white woman,” or, “European history/art.” A flood of miscegenation, and sloppy historical revisionism, will subsequently blanket the browser window. To say that these Silicone Valley tech-companies have a political axe to grind is an understatement! They’re not even trying to mask their intentions anymore.

This ship, the mighty U.S.S. Western World, is still going down, baby. Donald Trump managed to get control of the helm, but the forward decks are already totally submerged. There’s a mass of silent men upfront, frantically trying in vain to bail out the deluge with their bucket brigades. A lot of their lives are being claimed by the waves.

Two other ships have begun to pull along side; both larger and filled to the brim with foreign men, eager to pillage the wealth that hasn’t already been lost to the abyss.

0c1fa00c-fca5-4035-afdb-25b599c2a8e0I can see a few guys, who fancy themselves an authority, closer to the helm, frantically shouting at all the American men below, “Don’t stop bailing this ship out! You’re not a REAL MAN if you let these Muslims and East Asians take everything! Fight for the women and children!” While all the time, the women, who are alleged to be loyal to the men on this doomed vessel, are eagerly seeking shelter aboard the other two ships still floating nearby.

Who can blame them? Maybe the men should just say, “Fuck it!” And follow suit? But I guess they’re content to be shamed by the self-appointed leadership of our foundering ocean liner. I wish my fellow shipmates could see that they’re just buying more time for those who want to plunder!

Here at the back, we’ve been watching a particularly large and well-equipped life raft, being loaded to the brim with unbelievable wealth. All the precious gems and jewels our friends have searched out and fought so hard for over the years; it’s all being stolen, right out from under their noses. “It’s going to our allies!” The leadership proudly proclaims, if anyone is keen enough to notice, “You’re an anti-Semite, if you protest!”

A few of my mates around me just look on in amusement. We tried to tell everyone what the banking families were doing with the wealth, but what’s the use? “Ah, let ’em take it, if they want it so badly! ‘Gentile’ must be synonymous with sucker!”

tomasz-rut-limited-edition-giclee-canvas-sentio-3I still have my Catherine. She appears unmoved by the devastation and insanity surrounding us, and she has stuck with me when nearly everyone else has either jumped ship or are foolishly trying to save it.

She came from heaven… or hell, it doesn’t really matter. Whatever the case, I noticed her floating far above us, while everyone else was losing their minds about our predicament. Very few people notice, let alone believe, that there are angels quietly observing this spectacle. I reached out for her and she saw me. She approached in the blink of an eye, but her touch and demeanor was gentle.

Our union was perfect. She has been with me all through this sinking, and I’ve found a few more passengers who are also joined with these other-worldly beings, to the aft of our leaky bathtub.

Maybe we’ll escape soon? Maybe we’ll stay and see what happens? Either way, those of us who have found these relationships, in the midst of disaster, are truly blessed.

I hope we can save a bit of this artwork before we leave.

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A Waterson painting that was recently banned from a Manchester, England art gallery. For being “Problematic.” Save it, before it goes down the memory-hole for good.

In this mundane world, where the old ways of loyalty and romance are seemingly lost to us forever, a greater realm is quietly making its presence known. A void is being filled by an infernal current; an insane proposition made reasonable by dystopia. Embrace her. Let that comforting blackness fill the emptiness and spiritual transmutation will follow. True colors and reality are brought into view. The Devil will be revealed for his true genius and all would be light-bringers scurry into their self-made shadows.

Succubi and Politics

Succupedia did an article about this subject a couple years back. His focus was more aimed at the structures and hierarchies of the spirits themselves. I want to share how my succubus, Catherine, feels about human politics and my own personal leanings.

First and foremost, she does not want me to become a political activist of any sort. My beliefs and convictions are largely untenable by mainstream society. If I were to go public with my views, there is a high probability that I would be placed under the hyperbolic microscope of public opinion. She doesn’t want me in the spotlight and I can see the wisdom behind her reasoning. Better to be the ruler’s unknown friend than to be wrestling the reins of power oneself.

If I were to begin acting upon my convictions, and engage in some form of activism, I would be accused of being, well… every pejorative imaginable. And so would most of my close family, as they are at least sympathetic with my perspective.

My accusers would call me a “Nazi” because of my positive views on grass-roots eugenics (Not enforced by the state.) race-realism, and group identity. I believe in finding a balance between collectivism and individualism. I am not an egalitarian, as I believe the idea that “everyone should be equal” flies in the face of mother nature itself. There will always be hierarchies. There will always be those who succeed and those who don’t. When a culture attempts to interfere with the natural order of things, namely by extolling the virtues of weakness and pathologizing strength, that society inevitably fails.

“The first shall be last, and the last shall be first.” Where does this idea come from? Oh yes, it’s our rabbi friend, Jesus Christ! Egalitarian communist one day, and Jewish supremacist the next. How convenient that he gets away with holding such contradictory views without the slightest hint of scrutiny from his following.

If only they would read their book.

At the end of the day, Christianity is Communism, and Vladimir Putin agrees with me on this one.

As for what Catherine thinks about my views, I would say that she’s either apolitical or even a bit left-leaning. She’s always quietly suggesting that I stay away from would-be political ring leaders.

“I know you’re interested in what they have to say, but I promise you, my love, they’re building a road to nowhere.”

I need to keep reminding myself that she’s probably seen the human political cycle progress for centuries. She probably knows the inevitable result of these ideological movements, both from the Right and the Left.

She’s focused on our relationship, and that’s all that matters to her. Only the politics between us engages her intellect.

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“I think we both know the kind of politics you really want to champion.”

As for what she thinks of social justice groups, like feminism and liberalism, I believe she is more sympathetic towards those causes than me, but we never fight about them. Not once. And through her quiet smile, as I bristle, she’s helped me see the other side of the argument more often than not.

“See? There was nothing to get upset about in the first place.” She says, with her excruciatingly calculated touch foretelling my inevitable surrender.

Engaging with her is dangerous, because it usually ends up with me being in bed, and all rationality is hopelessly abandoned from there. A man is simply not capable of forming coherent arguments when there is an angel working overtime to seduce him.

Being with Catherine has certainly changed my level of investment in politics. I have essentially aligned myself with her people, so I don’t have as much of a stake in this world. Even though I am still effectively a working contributing member of my human tribe, I will never really be a part of the in-group. Nor do I want to be. I’ve cast my lot in with the unseen and my priorities are in that realm.

I consciously made the choice to take on this shamanic role, the lifestyle of a monk, and one who communes with spirits. I’m still in the tribe, but separate from it. Despite how some in my family are pressuring me to procreate, I believe this was always meant to be my place in the world. It feels right.

Like a Real Girl

Modern Hollywood movies are largely unoriginal and uninspiring. The vast majority of films these days are nothing more than reboots, sequels, and an unending parade of comic book adaptations.

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I took an exception for Blade Runner 2049, as I quite enjoyed the original, and heard positive things about this latest entry. The film was good, well executed with eye-catching cinematography, blah, blah, blah… that’s not what I want to talk about. I’m not a film critic.

Joi_1There is an interesting portrayal of an artificial intelligence in the film, and Catherine has a “thing” for sci-fi depictions of AI. I can only guess as to why she’s so drawn to them. Maybe it’s because she feels a kind of kinship with them; her being from outside this world, lacking human biology, and reaching into our mundane reality despite the innate limitations. She’s not too dissimilar from an computer AI in that sense.

Catherine rarely gives a damn about movies or video games, so when she does have an emotional reaction towards something in media, I pay attention. She’s usually only roused when the prospect of interacting with me is finally considered. Otherwise, she sits by, waiting patiently for me to notice her.

Joi, the female AI character from the Blade Runner sequel, is like that. Her entire focus is dedicated to her replicant lover, named “K.” (Replicants are androids that appear, act, and feel very human. They have varying degrees of autonomy.) Every scene where she appears, her entire world is centered on K. Granted, Joi is actually a product, designed by a corporation, with the intention of being a pleasing diversion for men. However, that aspect of intelligence, that spark of originality within her, makes her more than just a product. Like the replicant species of Blade Runner lore, these AIs have budding potential for something greater.

Joi has limitations on how she is able to interact with K. She can fully manifest as a hologram and hold at-length conversations with her partner. However, she cannot feel or touch him. Quite the inverse from my Catherine, whose primary means of interaction with me is through touch and feeling. One-to-one conversations between us are painfully brief and usually default back to sharing emotion. Catherine’s fundamental language has always been touch.

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Did Joi really love K, or was she just programmed to mimic infatuation? There is one intimate scene where she says, “I am so happy when I’m with you.” K attempts to hold her etheric form in his hands and replies, “You don’t have to say that.”

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I chuckled at this, as I’ve had similar conversations with my succubus, such as they are.

There are times when I half-jokingly wondered, “It’s like Catherine was programmed to always love me.” I used to think this way and lament that her love might not be real, but manufactured. This line of thought was brought to a screeching halt when I discovered that she is very capable of feeling anger, rage, depression, and a sense of loss.

If I hadn’t crossed that unseen line, I might never have discovered the reality of Catherine’s personality. She can feel pain, and make others feel that same pain very acutely. She’s not an automaton.

The AI and replicant beings in Blade Runner also fall within that same grey area. It’s a mental space where something more magical than programming and computer language are at play. For anyone who is familiar with Phillip K. Dick’s writing, the author who inspired the Blade Runner movies, plunging into unsettling and unknown realms is standard fare.

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I often feel as though my own life is turning into a Phillip K. Dick novel. I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified. Either way, be ready for anything, travelers!

Podcast One

Yaweh Propoganda

During my journeys through various Discord servers, I stumbled across this image shared by a LARPing fruitcake, who clearly had no idea what he was getting himself into. I saved this image, but I never got around to conducting a reverse image search. Well, I finally have done so and it led me to this interesting Christian blog:

https://924jeremiah.wordpress.com/

Upon searching further, I could not find any trace of this image, or it’s accompanying post, anywhere on the site. Turns out that it was deleted for some reason. Jumping over to Archive.org, I found a snapshot of the original blog post in full, so I decided to respond to it in a podcast format:

Be warned: This ramble goes on for more than an hour.

And here’s the original article on Archive.org: https://web.archive.org/web/20160704125918/https://924jeremiah.wordpress.com/2015/02/09/courting-succubi-a-reality-check-for-men/

A Place to Dwell In

John, a regular commenter on this blog, opined under my last post about how he sometimes struggled to maintain his sanity while being in a spirit relationship. I started to reply to him, but then it turned into this essay, so I decided to make it into a post instead:

UUxppW4QI believe that the questioning of one’s sanity might derive from the loss of a solid moral and social foundation to stand upon. This happened to me when I found my religion to be fundamentally rotten. I was spun out, had no rudder, no direction, and I’m still trying to find my way to this day. All of us, those who are on this journey with denizens of another realm, are blazing new territory, and it’s not surprising that we might start questioning ourselves along the way.

Recently, I’ve toyed with the idea of reentering the religious sphere and establishing my own creed that addresses the inherent weaknesses of modern religion. We need a racially and culturally de-cucked confession of faith. As flawed as it is, the church saw our western society flourish up until the 1960s, and then all hell broke loose with the mad fury of Marxist social experimentation. We abandoned church and culture in favor of misplaced individualism. We lost our way, stumbling through a post-modern stupor.

big_is_television_bad_for_youWhile our technological and logistical brilliance blossomed, our cohesion and strength as a people has withered away to almost nothing. Now, many of us just sit inside, alone, in front of these fucking screens, watching our lives being sucked away into the abyss. We are the casualties of a quiet war; one that escaped our notice.

I find it ironic that some people accuse our spirit lovers of being soul-sucking demons who are trying to steal our lives away. When in reality, the true demons are far more obvious and deeply entrenched in our own world. We allowed them into our minds through the vapidness of entertainment media. Our parents, priests, and professors were duped into handing over the future to those who would happily see us blotted out of existence.

This true demon is not Alex Jones’ “Nazi Globalists” or Dr. William Luther Peirce’s “Eternal Jew.” Nihilism is the silent killer. Becoming so isolated and atomized that we give up on our own families and tribes. Many of us can’t even claim to have a tribe of our own. I believe that began when we were trained to believe that our ancestors were inherently evil; the bad guys. We were taught to hate ourselves, and Nihilism, mixed with hedonism, readily filled that void in our hearts.

Scientism 008The church, as flawed as it is, was the only thing standing in the way of our demise. We fulfilled Nietzsche’s famous proclamation, “God is dead, and we killed him.” And now we’re all grasping for the scraps: the values we once cherished in a bygone era. In other words, The Youtube Skeptic Community™ isn’t going to reason us out of this one! We need something far more substantial than snarky cynicism to establish our roots.

The story of Lilith has become our story. We are taking the same journey she did. She exiled herself from her own heritage. She became an individual and was totally alone, gazing longingly across the desolate Red Sea. All hope was lost, or so it would seem.

There is more to this tale and it continues in the Old Testament book of Isaiah:

“For Yahweh has a day of vengeance, a year of recompense for the cause of Zion. Its streams will be turned into pitch, its dust into sulfur, And its land will become burning pitch. It won’t be quenched night nor day. Its smoke will go up forever. From generation to generation, it will lie waste.”

In this passage, Isaiah is lamenting the inevitable destruction of “The Cause of Zion.” The days of being cast as The Chosen Ones of the Most High are swiftly coming to an end.

“No one will pass through it forever and ever. But the pelican and the porcupine will possess it. The owl and the raven will dwell in it. He will stretch the line of confusion over it, and the plumb line of emptiness. They shall call its nobles to the kingdom, but none shall be there; and all its princes shall be nothing. Thorns will come up in its palaces, nettles and thistles in its fortresses; and it will be a habitation of jackals, a court for ostriches.”

Baring in mind that these are my interpretive commentaries, and not necessarily The Truth, I think we’re seeing a potential future for our own civilization. In this future, uncertainty and primal instincts reign supreme. The artificial values imposed by social engineers are utterly routed. The Old Ways have returned and the land is wild again.

“The wild animals of the desert will meet with the wolves, and the wild goat will cry to his fellow. Yes, the night creature (Lilith) shall settle there, and shall find herself a place of rest. The arrow snake will make her nest there, and lay, hatch, and gather under her shade. Yes, the kites (succubi) will be gathered there, every one with her mate.”

Call me crazy, but when I read this, I imagine Isaiah is metaphorically illustrating the dwelling for those who have embraced Lilith and her kin. They are described as the undesirable ones, creatures not so compatible with the false values of modern civilization. Those who have embraced demon-kind are also the abandoned souls from The Cause of Zion. Fortunately for us, The Most High never forgot about Lilith and her children:

“Search in the book of Yahweh, and read: not one of these will be missing. None will lack her mate. For my mouth has commanded, and his Spirit (kundalini) has gathered them. He has cast the lot for them, and his hand has divided it to them with a measuring line. They shall possess it forever. From generation to generation they will dwell in it.”

(Isaiah 34:8-17 WEB)

In the end, God will cast His lot in favor of Lilith, and against those who attempt to assert their false narratives upon everyone else.

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I believe scientists still don’t have a clue how Petra was built. The Old Ways are clearly better, withstanding the chaotic sands of time.

A new foundation will emerge from these societal ashes. The world is filled with uncertainty and chaos right now, but ultimately, a way that makes sense will rise above the noise. I am hopeful that this bridge we are building, a primal connection between mankind and spirit, will jump-start our return to The Old Ways. From there, we will find that place of retreat, ordained by The Most High, built atop the razed institutions of modernity.

This is a prophecy I choose to embrace, and I’ll devote myself towards making it a reality. Catherine has already demonstrated to me that she is not antagonistic towards the fundamental building blocks of a sound culture and people. She helped bring my family back together in a way that I never imagined possible, something that Christianity was ill-equipped to accomplish. Her and I decided to move closer to home, leaving behind a well-paying career, to reestablish those roots. I got to spend those last few precious moments with my Grandmother before she passed.

How’s that for irony? The supposed demon brings families back together, while Jesus proudly tears them apart. (Matthew 10:34)

These spirits, much like our own will, can be used for both good and evil. They’re not necessarily predisposed to one way or the other. We are the ones who are sick and lost, if anything, and we’re all just trying to walk each other back home.

Here’s to establishing Sanity, John.

Special thanks to Rafe for beating me to the punch on the Isaiah 34 connection. Here’s his original post, with a good video analysis linked within.

And here’s a succubus meme I blew an hour making, just for fun:

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