Online Ouija Board

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Too late!

 

That blob blavatsky got those thulers interested in bringin over the vriltcher chtulus over. Then they got the faith hailers and the echto echoes from the fascinating glare of ego power. Feeding their demon selves with the bloody sacrifice of hearts and souls. Using war memorials to feed their greedy flow with the spiritual essence it once lost. Crafting interest by inserting spiritual games to stir more frequency frenzies.
 
The desire to know what's on the other side drives the curiosity forward. Easy bait for evil spirits to suck in juicy sin to feast on. Especially after great blood lettings. This gives the living a desire to question and seek answers for lost loved ones. Channeling the other side with questions by ritualistic means and glaring showmanship. Trickery designed to influence a desired emotion for maximum profit. Calling it a game opening a cacophony of spiritual pandemonium. Continuing the cycle....
 

Those cthulhus you talk about...could they be an image of what's on the other side of the ouija board?
 
http://forum.chickensomething.com/index....ng-oracle/

 

Those cthulhus you talk about...could they be an image of what's on the other side of the ouija board?
 
http://forum.chickensomething.com/index....ng-oracle/
 

 

The thulurs of old love to craft stories and create games to stimulate new blood with the wrong kind of desires. Using old letters in new ways to cast spellings that instill fascination. Causing drunkenness and revelry. This hypnotizes the subject to consume more...and forget!

Nonlinear expansion by ssatellite brings in more emotional beacons to trigger psychic energy. Emitting energy from millions of mind fingers learning how to play.
 

 

The thulurs of old love to craft stories and create games to stimulate new blood with the wrong kind of desires. Using old letters in new ways to cast spellings that instill fascination. Causing drunkenness and revelry. This hypnotizes the subject to consume more...and forget!

 

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One time we was trippin on some of that good shit they pass around at a grateful dead show. one guy was set up in a stall at the little fairs they would have in the parking lot before the show. he had the crystal balls and ouijer boards and some kind of thing that drew pictures. freaky old dude with glasses. looked like a bald john lemmon with hair goin down to the middle of his back. really far out ...  he sold lemons and oranges and had a big ole grin. he was high as a kite. flying out there beyond the galactica. his stall was all colored up with that tye dye shit with mirrors and balls and signs everywhere. anyways, he knew we was trippin so i guess maybe he decided he was gonna fuck with us. dumb kids and all don't know shit...

 

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he knew that! fucked with our brains and had a good time doin it! what a bastard.  :Anger1:

 

that was a long time ago and i've thought about it since then. 

 

Sounds like you found the secret entrance to the great and freaky show.

 



 

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