This morning's dream:

In a prison cell in front of me was another me. Except the other me was green faced and a demon. I spent the entire dream trying to expel this demon. The best part was that I wasn't even afraid of it. I just continuously tried to cast it out without ever worrying.

God's power is always superior.

The end

A few weeks ago I did my first ritual. I chose to create and summon an angel who represents all the good things in my life; all the things about myself that I like, and all the ways I want myself to be. I figured if I were to have a conversation with this being, it might help me realize these things within myself, so that they are no longer just wants.

I set up a fairly tall mirror in front of me, set lit candles around me, and got on my knees. I had a glass filled with cranberry juice as an offering to the angel. Just as cranberry juice is used to cleanse the body, and flush out impurities, it was a symbolic offering to remove all the negative things in my life. I took a drink of the juice, and said "Angel, I wait for you to appear" or something of that nature. I just sat there, staring at my reflection, waiting patiently, trying not to expect much. After a while, I noticed the shadows were casting what looked like wings behind me, and I automatically felt a presence. The hairs on the back of my head stood up. I asked no one in particular "Are you here?" and heard in my head "Yes". Granted, this was not an audible answer, but more like a feeling, or a thought, like when you "hear" your own voice in your head when you think to yourself.

After the presence made itself known to me, I started swinging back and forth, and from side to side, not really able, or willing to stop it. This went on for some time, though I'm not sure how long. Then I felt a push and my back, and I was staring at my reflection in the cranberry juice. The weird part was, even though my eyes were open, my reflection's eyes were closed. Again, I "heard" the presence, which said "When my eyes open, drink the juice." At that point I had an understanding that the reflection was not mine, but that of the angel's, who was not yet powerful enough to have full consciousness. For some reason, I began breathing hard into the glass, effectively breathing "life" into the being. Then, after a while, I saw the reflection's eyes snap open. I sat up, and drank the juice quickly. I understood then, that the "angel" was "within me" and the ritual was over.

I blew out the candles, and put away my various implements. Then I just hung out outside on my porch, had a cigarette, and talked with the angel. She helped belay some fears I was having, instilled confidence in me, and was generally very helpful. She was the same way the next morning. The next day though, she was gone, with only a small whisper a couple times during the day. I haven't attempted to summon her again, but I have a feeling that the more I do, the stronger she will become, and better able to help me. Ideally, I would like to do this once a week, if not once every few days.

For those of you who are confused; I do not believe I summoned a literal entity, nor did I really hear voices. I used this ritual to compartmentalize the positive aspects of myself, and to think of them as a teacher. The ritual was my subconscious acting on the mood and way of thinking I put it in... this is where the swaying, angel wings, and reflection with the closed eyes came from. The voices were my own thoughts, which after focusing on the positive, became more encouraging. They went away after a day or so because the negative thoughts again began to assert themselves. So, if I keep at this ritual every so often, I feel I will become a more positive, and successful person.

I have a few more rituals I am working on, and will talk about soon. The biggest being the inverse of the last. Creating an entity composed of all my negativity, and "killing" it.

BEER! BEER! BEER!

Stone Brewing Company, Escondido, CA

Oaked Arrogant Bastard, 7.2% ABV, 12oz bottle

Stone's Oaked AB is an American Strong Ale.

Dark, reddish and cloudy. Looks a slight bit thick coming out of the bottle. About a finger's worth of creamy off white head. Retention is lower than I expected, but plenty of lacing. I smell mostly caramel and alcohol. A little bit of oak but I'm not sure if that's placebo effect.

I wonder if maybe this has gone bad. It HAS been sitting in the back of my fridge for at least a few months. I bought a six pack a while back and kept one to review, but only got around to it now. Carbonation is a lot less than I remember, but that may be due to poor memory. I don't taste the oak at all. Alcohol warmth and a good bit of bitterness. I taste slight caramel, but I have to really concentrate to find it. Cloves come through as well.

On second thought, I don't think it has gone bad, I just think it has been a long time since I've had it or regular Bastard. Moderate thickness. Carbonation doesn't come through well unless I hold it in my mouth. I could have a couple, but it's not what I would choose to drink often. I'm a little disappointed. It's not as good as I remember, and for the price, I would buy this very sparingly.

I feel bad not giving this beer a better review. Stone has consistently been one of my favorites, but I think my tastes are leaning toward different styles now.

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Finally, I'd like to show you a little video. For those of you who don't know, Budweiser recently rolled out an ale.

This seems a little silly to me. In the video they are really trying to change their image, ostensibly to appeal to Craft beer drinkers, and Beer Geeks. Now, if this ale is fuller bodied, and fuller flavored, what I think it will do, if people like it, is make them more curious about better beers, try some craft offerings, and maybe convert them to REAL beer. I can hope. Either that, or people will hate it, and it'll get pushed from the market. OR people who were already Bud fans will drink it as well as the Lager, and not really make a difference. It's really funny to see people tasting, and swirling around that watery, straw yellow stuff like it was a finely crafted beer, when they KNOW it's not. What they are really tasting for is consistency, not quality. But hell. I'll quit wining and give it a try, maybe even review it for this site. It does look darker, and have more head to it than the lager. I might like it, but I'm not holding my breath.

Personal Note: A very unique case if true as most Ghosts or Spirits do not follow people home unless in some cases they have a personal connection to the person. On the other had if the event is a Poltergeist it could be energy manifesting from the teenager himself.

Best wishes,

Donald Ryles PhD

A POLTERGEIST followed a Horsham teenager home from a night's camping and is now terrorising him and his family, he has claimed.

Stephen Foster, 18, says the ghostly goings-on began when he and his friend Todd Bevis, 16, decided to go camping in St Leonard's Forest, near St John the Evangelist Church at Coolhurst.More than a month later Stephen is still living in terror since he believes an 'evil force' they encountered in the forest has followed him home.Doors open and close on their own and he has seen dark shapes flitting around his bedroom.

The family have even invited a paranormal investigation team to visit their home in bid to rid themselves of the ghostly presence.

Following one terrifying night two weeks after the camping trip, Stephen has refused to enter his bedroom and instead sleeps downstairs on the sofa.

During their camping trip, Stephen and Todd said they saw strange lights, heard the sound of a girl screaming, and felt a strange presence try to enter the tent.

His mother Caroline, who works in a care home, has backed up her son's ghoulish tale.

"I don't know what's going on," she said. "I tend to be more sceptical about these things, but there was just no explanation for it."

The family are now awaiting a visit from the Sussex Paranormal Research Group, but in the meantime Stephen says he fears for his safety.                    

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We are in an odd season. Here we are celebrating things that "go bump in the night". TV and movies have joined the festivities. So, with little hope of finding "Harvest Party the Movie”, what is a Christian to do?  

If we look in the Bible, what do we see in regards to evil and monsters?

From Cain and Abel to the martyring of the two witnesses in the book of Revelation, we see all manner of evil acts by all manner of people. The prophet Daniel sees a vision of monsters attacking the world, John sees a great dragon chase a woman to devour her baby.  Even the living creators that encircle the throne of God have a monstrous edge to them. So if the Bible does not shy away from evil, and even monsters like demons, dragons and Satan himself, what do we do with modern depictions of them?
 

First, the Bible tells us in Ephesians 5:11 "Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them."   As Christians, it is not only our duty to avoid participation in evil, but to show evil for what it truly is.

Film writer/director Scott Derrickson told World Magazine "Horror is the genre with the most sensitive moral compass. No other genre defines good and evil better. No other genre allows for spiritual and religious  ntent more than horror...The danger of the genre is that it can easily cross over into exploitation"   So what is being shown to us in the movies?

In "The Screwtape Letters" C.S. Lewis said that demons (the teachers of evil ideas 1 Timothy 4:1) either want us to believe that they do not exist or be obsessed with them. We see this in film today. Most movies that include monsters and images of evil are either harmless because we do not believe in "real” evil. Movies like Scary Movie" and "Casper" just use these images as something to laugh or cue at. Or, in "Tim Burton's Nightmare Before Christmas", darkness is just there for goth teens to say "cool" under their breath. Then there is the other side, focused too much. Movies like "Freddie vs. Jason" and "Scream" present killings and evil in a pornographic manner for us to revel in.  

So do we ever see anyone get it right?

Movies that present evil as something hideous and terrible, and at the same time, not something to revel in? J.R.R. Tolkien said that the best "fairy" stories are not primarily concerned with the fairies themselves, but he people in the stories. The magical element helps us to see a bit of the human condition. The same is true of the best monster movies. It turns out that monsters of the 20's, 30's, and 40's  were just that. The idea of many was that turning from God and His natural order produces monsters.

Dracula  was a parody of Jesus, an anti-Jesus who was stopped by the power of Christ. It was a graphic llustration of the biblical fact that those who are living in their sins are dead, though they live. (1 Timothy 5:6) Frankenstein was trying to take the place of God and create a person in his own image. Dr. Jekyll was trying to separate himself from his evil side without God. Instead he created and fed a monster who was a personification of his "fleshly lusts" (thus the name "Hyde"). Movies made about these characters don’t allways stick to the source material, and thus the original symbolism. (While the 1940's version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde expanded on the Biblical symbolism, “Mary Riley” is  Jekyll and Hyde story that tones down the human nature - sin stuff.) Some just take the monsters and use them for cheap thrills with no real meaning (“League of Extraordinary Gentlemen”, “Van Helsing”).  

You can see a biblical use of monster symbolism in the vampire flick "The Addiction." Here being a vampire is only the full realization of your sin nature. A philosophy student (played by Lili Taylor) deals with the problem of evil in the world as she fights her longing for blood now that she is a vampire. She goes through every philosophy of dealing with her sin nature from Buddhism (with Christopher Walken) to Hedonism
(one of the grossest scenes in the film). Finally (Spoiler) with quotes from "R.C. Sprol" she takes communion and Jesus Christ is the answer to vampirism and our sin nature.  

In "Deceived" a group of scientists, clergy, and military men are trying to contact aliens. Here they are trying to use these communications from the aliens as a source of salvation outside of God (though the more they interact with the alien's messages, the more they are driven to horrible and sinful acts from greed/lust to
murder).  (Spoiler) The source of the transmissions is demons and Biblical salvation is the only way to protect yourself from its influence.  

In M. Night Shyamalan's "The Village" the people are surrounded by woods where horrible creatures live, but  he movie is really an experiment in human nature. It explores the question: "Is society the cause of evil, or is man inherently sinful?".

In his earlier film, "Signs", the monsters are aliens in the sky. As Mel Gibson and the rest of the cast worry and wonder about the creatures’ existence, M. Night's movie asks the question: "If there is something evil coming to you, is God there to take care of you?".  

Aforementioned filmmaker Scott Derrickson invites the audience to consider if it's possible that a spiritual world could exist in the courtroom drama/demonic thriller "The Exorcism of Emily Rose".  

Then, on the other end of the scale, there is the Frank Perettie adaptation of "The Hang Man's Curse". A highly trained Christian family takes on a school that is plagued by cult activities and its curse. The feel is on a par with "Buffy/Angel" style production and speaks to the issues of suicide and the sanctity of life.

Also from Perettie, The Visitation is a “direct to video” horror... e r… creepy film. A Midwest town is put on the map when miraculous signs start invading their benign existence. From supernatural healings to the likeness of Jesus’ face in the stained tile of the bathroom wall, everyone is touched by the accompanying message : “He Is Coming.” Revival meetings start. One pastor (Randy Travis) believes this may be demonic. One former pastor (Martin Donovan) believes this may be linked to the ritualistic murder of his wife. One mom  (Kelly Lynch) is fearful her son (Noah Segan) is in danger and the son, along with most the town, believes that a messiah has come for them… and maybe he has.

You could go back a couple more years to "Bless the Child." Here a little girl is anointed by God to lead many to Him. Thus a demonically powered cult (with a "new age" cover) tries to destroy the girl. It's a b movie with
it's heart in the right place. The problem with this one is that it is not clear if the girl is a "type" of Christ Biblically pointing to Him with similarities) or a "new Christ" (blasphemously replacing Him).

Finaly, we have "Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl". Here we get a ghost story with pirates, and Johny Depp... how cool is that. Once again, going against God creates monsters. There are plenty of refernces to Biblical Christianity to say we are going with that world view. The Pirates have stolen gold from heathen gods, and now, they have wealth and power, but no pleasure. The greed for wealth has poisoned everything else, creating creatures that are not dead, but they are not really living. There is also
a great conversation that goes in very well with Matthew 6:21.

What is Your Recommendation?

Maybe this October 31, you will want to have a little "truth about evil" film festival while you and your friends enjoy popcorn and snacks, as you hand out full-sized candy bars (with invitations to your church youth group and "Do You Want To Know God Personally" books strapped to them) to any spooks that happen to interrupt, as they pass by. Who knows, a "Hey, whatcha watchin’?" may turn into one of the most important conversations of their life.

Ei galera,

ai vão algumas dicas de Leveling Guide para Human Warlock, com fotitos

e mapas para quem é perdido como EU!! Bom, está tudo em inglês, tem q se virar!!

Vamos lá,

Lvl 1-12    Joan's Leveling Guide

Esse próximo chapter do guide ta meio complicadinho pq vc tem q viajar até Darkshore então vou linkar já um guide pra pegar o demon Succubbus (só lvl 20 pode fazer a quest da Succubus), mas que mostra um bom caminho para Ashenvale, em Darkshore. Bom, mas não se iluda, é longe pra kct de qqr maneira.

Lvl 13-20  Joan's Leveling Guide 2

Lvl 20 Succubus e Caminho para Ashenvale, Darkshore

Para ser sincera eu não usei nenhum guide até o lvl 20, mas parece bom.

Do lvl 20-30 tem um bom guide de um outro cara, em Dunskwood.

Dunskwood

Finalmente do lvl 30-70 , um guide de um outro cara ainda.. rss

Jame's Alliance Leveling Guide

O guide desse cara é bem legal pq ele diz q vc pode fazer sozinho, sem necessariamente ter um grupo. E parece bem preciso!

Última coisa é um mapa google dos 2 continentes do wow, bem legal! Mostra paths, herbs, ore, treasures, para Horde e Alliance.

Map Google

Ce altceva suntem noi decat umbre ale pietrelor din care candva ne-am intrupat? Alergam dupa straluciri fantastice in cautarea unei fericiri imaginate de stramosii nostrii candva... doar marionete, nu ne dam seama ca fericirea este insasi viata. Suntem biete musculite ce ne lovim de becul viselor noastre de zii cu zii. Ne ardem incet aripioarele si continuam sa ne lovim de valuri de lumina ireale, de parca durerea ne-ar confirma existenta.

Refuz sa mai prind suferinta in dinti si sa-i simt gustul orb de manie sufocanta. Doar cuvinte... ce le astern pe o foaie de hartie daruita vantului si zarilor de mult. Caut nadirul si ma imaginez un martir al lumii mele. Imi doresc sa-mi umplu ochii cu razele zenitului... din cand in cand... doar pentru a uita ca nadirul nu am sa-l gasesc niciodata. Sunt un val de viata pierduta ce alearga dupa o himera... ca voi toti de altfel... sunt fum. Nu mai sunt.

Nu au existat ganduri ale mele, doar ganduri ale voastre; si eu am devenit voi, precum voi erati dintotdeauna eu. Doresc sa fi putut alege; sa fi putut dormi; sa fi putut visa-uita.

O calatorie spre infinitul sufletului ce a mai ramas din noi... ce ganduri sumbre ma strabat... ce imagini triste imi intuneca privirea. Omul nu e decat un animal ce se hraneste din carnea sentimentelor semenilor lui. Lumea e cruda si lasa in acelasi timp. Te musca si fuge, m-a muscat si a fugit din fata mea, numai pentru a ma musca din nou pe la spate. Si poate o sa am si eu destula rautate in mine sa musc o data lumea... dar oare pot sa musc destul incat sa inghit toata rautatea si tristetea? Nu plange suflete al meu, caci poate vom fi liberi o data, poate o sa fim o data numai noi doi, fara alti demoni insetati de sange si carne care sa ne zgarie oglinda lacrimilor varsate pentru tot... pentru tot.

Iar voi, maini ale mele, ce ati atins aceasta rautate inglobata in ochii lor, obosite sa mai incercati sa ma aparati in zadar, o sa va odihniti o data, cand totul va fi disparut. Impreuna vom sta si ne vom pierde in noi insine... in mine... fara ei sa ne priveasca, fara ei sa ne smulga din gandurile noastre.

Haos e in inimile lor, se cred stapanii a tot ce exista, cand de fapt nu sunt decat biete cadavre ce incearca sa fure viata. Ma ridic impotriva lor, dar stiu ca lupta asta e de mult pierduta, asa cum sunt si eu... pierduta in ei, de altfel. De ce incerc sa fiu diferita, cand toti cei ca mine au pierit in abisul urii lor, blestemandu-se pentru alegerea facuta? Ca sa ajung sa ma blestem si eu? Sa ajung sa-mi smulg carnea trupului si sa sfartec libertatea imaginara a sufletului meu, precum un demon pornit din intuneric sa colecteze cu proprii dinti victimele acestei lumi create de noi?

O sa ma trezesc intr-o zii, fara lacrimi, fara constiinta de sine, doar cu unghiile mele adanc infipte in aceasta inima ce ma conduce impotriva lor... impotriva voastra.

Tacere... alunec pe stanci sterpe de durere impietrita in vocea vantului uscat... goliciune... goliciune a desertaciunii acestei lumi. Luciditatea ma atinge incet pe umerii impovarati de dezamagiri ingropate in pieptul meu, si ma face sa tresar. ”Trezeste-te!” tipa la mine, cu o voce care imi strabate timpanele precum un pumnal. O privesc pierduta... nebunia mi se citeste in ochii sticlosi, in tremurul picioarelor... un zambet sarcastic, un zambet criminal mi se intipareste ingrozitor pe fata... si buzele mormaie neinteles, disperate sa fie auzite, salvate... dar fara speranta. Credeam ca macar speranta putea sa mai ramana langa mine... macar o picatura de timp. Lucidatea tipa in continuare, si tipa, si tipa... iar din timpane imi curge sange cald... cateodata rece... se prelinge pe umeri, incercand sa ii trezeasca... in zadar. Visul e tot ce mi-a mai ramas... si visez spre infinit... fara oprire.. ma afund in visul meu, uitand de tipetele luciditatii, uitand de corpul meu gol, schimonosit de frig, de sangele auzului meu, de umerii impovarati, de ranile ascunse cu grija in suflet si inima.

Nu mi-au mai ramas decat cateva lacrimi. Le pastrez cu grija intr-o cutie, ele sunt amintirea a ceea ce am fost o data, a durerilor nenumarate, dar si a catorva momente de fericire trecatoare. Poate o sa mai am nevoie de ele o data, comoara mea ascunsa, intreaga viata patetica ce mi-a mai ramas nu valoreaza cat ele... umanitatea toata nu poate plati pretul acestor lacrimi. Ceea ce ma face diferita de ei, ma face sa devin victima lor eterna. Zgarii incet cu unghiile o roca, singura prietena destul de puternica incat sa stea langa mine. Uneori ma gandesc ca totusi, daca ar avea picioare, primul lucru pe care l-ar face ar fi sa fuga, oriunde, numai sa fuga de aici, de langa mine. Dar nu acum, acum ma gandesc la altceva, o nebunie, ma gandesc ca poate gandurile mele s-au rasculat impotriva mea, sa ma distruga incet, intr-un mod oribil, dar eroic. Eroic pentru mine, caci nimeni nu va sti vreodata ca am reusit sa dau cu adevarat putere acestor ganduri. Dar de ce ar trebui sa stie cineva?

In aceasta lume, trebuie sa faci orice, numai sa nu le dai de banuit ca stii sa gandesti... ca poti sa gandesti.. e periculos. Poate ca paranoia m-a acaparat, poate ca mintea mea este bolnava si sufera... dar stiu ca ceea ce m-a adus in acest stadiu este faptul ca ei au aflat ca stiu sa gandesc, ca am invatat singura sa gandesc. Si mai presus de orice, ca am dezvoltat sentimente in sufletul meu ce pana de curand statea chircit intr-un colt al trupului. Am trait cu frica faptului ca imi vor rapi spiritul, ca il vor inlocui cu unul gol, sterp, ignorant, sau, si mai rau, ca mi-l vor ucide cu acelasi singe rece cu care ucid tot ce inseamna sentiment. Dar nu, nu au facut asta, tortura e un spectacol mai amuzant pentru ei decat un simplu omor. Izolarea este, in primul rand, o moarte lenta, dar care niciodata nu isi joaca scena finala, iar in al doilea rand, durere. Munti de durere, cratere sapate adanc in trup si suflet, in tot ceea ce inseamna fiinta.

Imi pierd credinta. Imi pierd credinta ca se va sfarsi vreodata viata mea. Aceste mici rani, mereu deschise, ce se holbeaza la mine dintre degetele picioarelor, parca imi ranjesc si imi confirma sentimentele de indepartare si gandurile intunecate, ucigase. Acum ninge. Cum poate oare sa ninga in desertul acesta de amaraciuni? Sau poate doar imi imaginez.... E frig, iar eu strang in palme cativa fulgi. Nu vor sa se topeasca, ma ard, imi cicatrizeaza mainile, incerc sa-i arunc, dar s-au lipit adanc in carne. Ma resemnez. Ce mai conteaza inca o durere trupeasca? De fapt, ce mai conteaza inca o durere? Le-am incercat pe toate... unele persista, infipte adanc in toate viscerele si in toate fragmentele mele de psihic.

Ma bate un gand sa deschid cutia lacrimilor ascunsa in spatele plamanilor uscati. Dar daca si pe acestea le irosesc, cu ce mai raman? Mi-am auzit gandurile cand sopteau intre ele sa ma paraseasca... spuneau ca nu mai suporta izolarea si nebunia mea. Dar ce le da lor dreptul sa ma faca nebuna? Faptul ca se afla in capul meu? Ele sunt doar trecatori catre spiritul meu, iar spiritul meu nu e nebun. Si daca el nu e nebun, nici eu nu sunt. Sau poate ca....? Ba nu! Oricum, nu mai conteaza... totul e vant pierdut in zare acum.

Nu mai ninge, iar ziua e pe terminate... Noaptea imi e frica. Lupii insetati de suflete ies din intuneric, la vanatoare. Dar sufletul meu e tot ce mi-a mai ramas pana la urma. Nu renunt la lupta, caci stiu ca va veni o vreme cand ma voi putea ridica si voi putea porni din nou impotriva lor, sa imi tip corzile vocale in urechile lor putrezite, sa le sfidez privirile. Si voi rupe gatul acestor vulturi plesuvi ce zboara deasupra mea, asteptand sa adorm pentru a ma devora. Dar eu nu dorm niciodata, asta ii uimeste si in acelasi timp ii inversuneaza impotriva mea.

Sfarsitul nu-i aici, si chiar daca speranta m-a parasit, mi-am facut alta noua, din hartie... e usor sa mi-o rupa cineva, sa mi-o distruga, dar voi avea mare grija de ea. Stiu ca daca eu nu voi reusi sa o fac, tu o vei face pentru mine, demonul meu convertit.

Adio? ...nu inca. Sper intr-o revedere.

]]> http://hulkhatetimetravel.wordpress.com/?p=876 Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:33:16 +0000 Brother Menelik Ebna la-Hakim http://hulkhatetimetravel.ro.wordpress.com/2008/10/10/white-jesus/ Praise be to the glory of all glory WHITE JESUS! White Jesus is pure, hair smooth as silk, eyes blue as the artic sea. Pray to god you never anger white Jesus he is ten times more holy than any fucking rosary or stain glass at a cathedral! Back in the day we use to say prayers like “Please save us white Jesus, save us!” I wish a thousand deaths upon your tar heart you say anything bad about White Jesus. Turn a river to wine on a nigga.

Residual haunting activity can occur when something traumatic/stressful occurs, such as a murder or a rape. Negative energy is literally blasted into the atmosphere, causing the atmosphere to imprint or record the events. Like a recording tape, it will play the events over and over again. The entities involved in this residual haunting activity are unaware of their surroundings. This is not an intelligent haunting, there is no interaction between you and the entity.

Residual haunting activity can also be caused by positive energy blasted into the atmosphere. Many times you have heard ghost stories, where people can hear the sounds of a party. They hear music, singing, dancing, laughter and when they enter the room where they hear the party, there is no one there. Residual haunting activity can be the specters of living beings.

Case example: Woman who faces domestic violence from her husband

The husband and wife move out of the apartment and the new renters see residual haunting activity in which the previous owners are involved in a domestic dispute, they appear to be specters. The new renters are able to identify the faces of the specters. When they go to a neighborhood barbecue, they see a neighborhood get-together photograph and identify a man and woman as being the specters they see in their apartment. They discover that their specters are still living, but are now divorced. Their specters were the previous renters who were always quarreling in that apartment.

Residual haunting activity can be caused by agitated nervousness, such as a new politician that is nervous about talking in front of a crowd of people. The speech by this politician is played back over and over again as a residual haunting effect.

Poltergeist Activity:

Poltergeist activity is usually caused by an adolescent teenage girl going through puberty stages. During this stage of development, a young girl can harbor an extreme amount of inner energy. This energy can be projected with the mind, which can cause tapping sounds, the movement of objects, lights flickering off and on. Poltergeist activity usually originates from a human being.

Case Example: Walter B. Gibson, The Shadow

Walter B. Gibson, writer of the pulp series The Shadow thought about his character The Shadow so much, that his projected thoughts would actually create a hologram image of The Shadow, that would lurk in his apartment. When he had guests over, his guests were frightened by a man dressed all in black, with fedora hat and red scarf covering his face. They were describing the fictional character The Shadow. The Shadow was Walter B. Gibson's poltergeist, an entity projected from his mind. With this case example, not all poltergeist activity is created from adolescent teenage girls.

Demon Activity:

Demons are entities that never had a mortal human form. Origins: Extraterrestrial. Why? If you believe that God and his angels are from the 'heavens', that would make them extraterrestrial. If Satan and 1/3 of the angels rebelled against God's Kingdom, then Satan and 1/3 of the angels that became demons are also extraterrestrial. That is why they never had mortal human form. Einstein said that E = MC2. Energy can be converted into matter and matter into energy. Demons are pure energy entities. They are described in three different ways.

1. As angelic, a being of beauty that will manipulate the person to commit something that is sinful or out of the ordinary.

2. Horrific, evil looking. Some people claim, they have seen demons that are incredibly hideous to look at. I believe demons do this for a scare effect, they know what we fear and this is not their true appearance.

3. Black mist, black fog, black shadow, black smoke. Most demonic hauntings, the occupants claim to be followed by black mist or black fog.

Demons can travel from San Francisco to Hong Kong in a blink of an eye. The demons main purpose is to cause chaos and havoc upon mankind. Demons are deceivers and they manipulate our society towards social upheaval. Demons seek out our destruction. Demon cases are extremely rare. To handle demonic cases, it is essential that a blessing of the purest kind is conducted on the person or home. Consult your clergyman, priest or Demonologist.

Intelligent/Interactive Activity:

Back to Einstein's theory. As matter beings, we are all energy beings on the quantum level. We are made up of atoms and neutrons. As matter/energy beings we have intelligence. While we live, we have an energy aura that surrounds our living bodies. This aura is created by the millions of electrical currents that are created through our bodies. Our brains creates brain waves, a form of pure energy that is transmitting our thoughts, what we see, what we feel, etc.

When our mortal form dies, the aura that constantly surrounds our bodies, leaves our bodies. We lose 6 ounces on the instance of death. What is this 6 ounces? Perhaps it is energy leaving our body. Our soul. This energy, the aura, or you may even call it your soul, is carrying the information of what we used to be. If it can do this, then why couldn't it also carry our intelligence? If it can carry our former intelligence of our previous life, then it should be able to interact with us intelligently. When we see this aura, we call it a ghost.

If this ghost is able to interact with us, is aware of us, can touch us, can communicate with us, then this is an intelligent/interactive haunting.

Shadow People or Shadow Creatures Activity:

This is a type of haunting activity that has no real explanation. They are different from ghosts. They are usually shapeless dark masses. Mostly seen with your peripheral vision. They are known to do things that are different from ghosts. They can move between walls, they have no human features, they wear no clothes (except for the hat man/hooded figure shadow creatures). People who encounter them, have a feeling of dread. Clairvoyants that encounter Shadow People, say they do not feel they are human and consider them non-human.

Shadow People have no discernible mouth, noses or facial expressions. Some are seen as child sized dark humanoids. Some people say they seem to be made up of dark smoke or dark steam. At times when they move, they appear to be moving on an invisible track from one place to another, such as a toy train on a small scale railroad track. They have been seen to hop or what appears to be a strange dance. They are known to stare at the floor.

Two common types of Shadow People are the 'hat man', that looks like he or she is wearing a 1930s fedora hat and the 'hooded figure', which looks like the shadow person has a hood over their head. The hood and hat stand out as clothing, but otherwise, they are not wearing any clothing at all. There are also reports of shadow animals, such as a shadow in the form of a cat, with no discernible mouth, nose or eyes.

Doppelganger Haunting Activity:

Extremely rare.

Case example: German ghost hunting investigative team is called upon a doppelganger haunting activity to investigate.

The woman victim was standing on a street corner and with her peripheral vision saw the image of herself on a bus. The image of herself was staring back at her. One week later she again faced her doppelganger in a crowded mall, it stared at her and seemed to disappear amongst the mass of people. It wore the same clothes that she wore. One week later, she was diagnosed with cancer.

Doppelganger haunting activity is considered the evil twin, the harbinger of misfortune, the omen of death.

In most cases, the victim of this haunting activity is in danger with her immediate surroundings, her family or in some cases the victim themselves are in grave danger of illness or death.

On these precious, sentient cycles
Arrival is the lie,
the bubble bursting bitch,
the laughing of Sarai.

Arrival is the anti-tide,
the crippled gait, the broken stride,
the certainty of status quo,
the demon of our pride.

We put out every spark
lest the forests all burn down.
Now the duff and tinder lay
awaiting conflagration day.

But every cycle should inform us
and each circumstance enjoin us
to engage in honest discourse
as ephemerati glow.

It's the trying to hear,
the fervent press for harmony,
deeper harmony,
that subsumes all discord in time,
like your thrice great
grandmother
you never met
but who is yet
living in you.

Fearsome shadow in the night

Tiny devil of the day

Searching out immensest prey

Animal with no remorse

Dying hoards with little force

Are your own doing

Your own bringing of death

With little warning and little fear

Your tiny body is very near

The blood you drink the blood of life

Is yours to kill and your flesh to knife

Mosquito mosquito burning bright

Beneath the sheets in the night

Noiseless killing, maiming and death

Drawn upon my living breath

What great hands and what great heart

Did blast you from creation's start

What blasted brain and rotten mind

Did create your demon shape and

Evil flying devil kind?

© Denis Materna, 2008.

© http://buddymaterna.wordpress.com 2008.

Aflindu-te intr-un spatiu concis, viata ti-apare ca o insuficienta care permanent cauta sa supravietuiasca intre cele doua hotare: intre bine si rau, si indiferent de imprejurari tu plasezi la gradul superlativ sentimentul vietii, caci el iti da curajul blestemat sa mergi mai departe.

Viata odata aparuta, este supusa unei experiente, oricit de bogata ar fi in evenimente, ea insumeaza in sine o multitudine de imprejurari care sunt traite cu putere si plenitudine si fiecare clipa care trece si vine, alimenteaza si intareste sentimentul pe care-l ai despre caracterul problematic al vietii.

Sentimentul vietii este mai lucid in situatii tragice; el este o parte componenta a Intregului, iar viata sentimentelor coexista intre cele doua elemente ale acestei lumi: viata si moartea.

Sint momente cind iti amintesti perfect ziua in care ai fost cuprins de senzatii tari, nemaiintilnite pina atunci cauzate de diferite stari, cum ar fi boala, mai ales una inevitabila, cind simti pe zi ce trece cum gheara mortii se implinta tot mai adinc, incoltindu-te, provocindu-ti suferinte enorme. Si pentru prima oara lasi radioul deschis pina tirziu sau televizorul ca sa previna spaimele nocturne. E la fel precum moartea, presanta, ti-ar fi trezit apetitul de-a sti mai multe despre viata, caci, la urma urmei, doar o singura viata traiesti...

Privesti spre infinit cu ochii rosii de nopti nedormite si cufundat in intuneric, veghezi ca un demon...,veghezi moartea...

Promt, mintea ta coboara pe pamint si incepi sa gindesti la moartea ta, acesta fiind primul sentiment al mortii care pune stapinire pe tine, mai mult decit pui tu stapinire pe el.

Acest sentiment a deschis un hotar necunoscut de tine pina atunci si realizezi ca moartea nu numai ca te pune pe ginduri, dar te transforma intr-un ginditor.

Moartea e un lucru cert...e ceva inevitabil care persista pina-si indeplineste scopul.

Sentimentul mortii a atins apogeul in momentul aparitiei fiintei umane, iar murind fiecare ia cu sine ceva ce niciodata nu va mai fi, precum cind te nasti, aduci pe lume ceva, ce pina atunci nu existase.

Straniu este faptul ca chiar din primul moment in care incepi sa traiesti esti deja pregatit sa mori...

To move aside the clouds of despair and have the rays of light come shine through, I write this new poem entitled "Happy".

Happy happy happy
lets all be happy happy
flip flappity happity doo dah
I am so happy yay!

Ok that was just uhm, not cool. Sickening in fact. As I typed that I envisioned a dragon come flying around having a nice day deciding to swoop down and behead people with it's sharp talons. It thought out loud, "Wee this is so fun!" Yet the only thing being heard was the loud bellow of a roar coming from the monstrosity as people cried and screamed in chaos.

People scattered like ants as they frantically tried to escape death. A mist of blood forming as more and more people were gashed open, spraying blood like a sparkler sparking.

"Look everyone! We're saved!" Springing forth from my 80% optimistic mind, a knight in shining armor appeared atop the legendary Pegasus. Surrounded by an aura of light that defeats all evil, he raised his mighty sword into the air! Behind him an army of tanks rolled forward.

"Ha ha ha! Why if it isn't my arch-nemesis, your name burned with hatred in my soul. Damn you, Knight in Shining Armor Riding Pegasus with an Aura of Light. Are you surprised I know your name?!"

The knight looked puzzled. Was the abomination trying to talk to him? He signaled the tanks to fire. These were no ordinary tanks. They were green... and big too! They were even bouncing up and down with hydrolics! But what really set them apart was the logo on their sides.

RAID
Dragon & Flying Demon Killer
Quick acting formula kills dragons and flying demons; residual keeps killing for up to four weeks.
Pine Scented
-shake well-

The people rejoiced as the dragon fell from the sky in agony. The knight stood on top of the fallen enemy in pine scented glory. Pegasus neighed and thought, "Man I didn't even get to like fly around and look cool and stuff. Stupid temp hiring agency."

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reyubix: some friends of mine told me that maybe a lot of people wont get it
reyubix: cuz most people don't get that kind of humor
Pao Pao: well, maybe you can downgrade a bit
Pao Pao: so the lesser beings will "get" it

( Downgrade? Like Windows XP to Vista ??? )

Fear Demon

In the dictionary fear is defined as:

"concern or anxiety; solicitude"

Right now while writing down these lines that's the feeling I have all around me; the worst part is that it has actually been here for quite a few weeks now.

The feeling has invaded me because I am about to receive my Bachelor degree... the problem is that I am scared to hell of this change that is just about to happen in my life. I am not going to be the little student I have always been, the one that was an excellent student, my life is going to change, for good I hope!

The greatest problem that is involved in all this thing is that I feel the preasure of not letting down all the people that have their hopes on me, and that trust me. I really feel that so many people have their bets on me, that it is stressing just to think leting them down. I fear that I will not be good, I fear that I am laking of some knowledge, I fear... I fear... so many things...

I feel just like if the demon of fear is here besides me 24/7... what can I do?

Suggestions?   :S

All these questions and people begging for money and people asking to be my friends was too much, After I lied about my friends list being full to get away from all this, I thought I would go into the wilderness and see if I could spot some people who wouldnt care weather I was rich or not, I spotted one kind soul, He did not beg, or rant, Or moan, He didnt not even attack me! His name was fluffles that Dark Beast Revenant. We had a fun time together, Here is a nice image of both of us enjoying the scenery of dead trees skulls and rotten bodys. Fluffles soon got bored and he decided to run off to try and get me some free gamer, noob skulls for me to place in my Player Owned house Shelves.

I went to search some more pets, I found a werewolf, His name was scrambles, He didnt take kindly to me and he kept scratching me when I was trying to pet him... I also met a vampire! Either he was the soul of Arnold schwarzenegger or he was either Count Draynore on steroids, Or are they the same thing?... They beat me to death and a greater decided to watch me fall to my ground as I try to get saradomin’s prayers to help me...

Its official, Im an idiot.. And revs’ Hate me, Except fluffles, I hope to see him again some time!

- Lukecv999

C'est l'histoire d'un petit village "Bescos" un paradis perdu ou règne le bien,  les habitant vivant en harmonie, chacun s'occupant d'une activité et aide son prochain. la vieille Berta, qui a perdu son mari dans un accident de chasse, est tous les matins assise sur une chaise devant la porte de sa maison, attendant l'inconnu.

Lorsqu'un jour, la vieille Berta aperçoit de loin un jeune homme à l'air aventurier, transportant un sac sur son dos, descendant la coline, Berta confirma donc les paroles du fantôme de son mari qui lui avait demandé de toujours rester là et alerter le village de l'arrivée du "démon".

depuis ce jour là, Bescos ne fût plus le même, une événement est survenu, et la vie des habitant allait changer à jamais.

Un combat dur et infini que mène le mal et le bien dans le fond de chacun, l'étranger répéta à Chantal Prym que l'histoire d'un homme est l'histoire de toute l'humanité, et de là commence le duel de l'âme, attiré tantôt par le mal (le démon) et tantôt par le bien (dieu), l'étranger l'avait dit, "le bien et le mal ont le même visage. Tout dépend seulement du moment où ils croisent le chemin de chaque être humain."

When the girl's father came to know about their love, he didnot like it at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future.

The girl's father started searching for the two overs but could not find them. At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back to me in a local newspaper. Her father said, "If you both come back I will allow you to marry the guy you love, I accept that you loved each other truly."

So in this way, their love won and they returned home. The couple went to town to shop for the wedding dress. He was dressed in white shirt that day. While he was crossing the road to the other side to get some drinks for his wife, a car came and hit him and he died on the spot.

The girl lost her senses. It was only after sometimes that she recovered from her shock. The funeral and cremation was the very next day because he had died horribly.

Two nights later,the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the bloodstains of the guy from her daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream.

The next night her father had the same dream, he also ignored it.

Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes, which have bloodstains immediately. She washed the stains but some remained.

Next night she again had the same dream she again washed the stains but some still remained.

Next night she again had the same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last warning to wash the bloodstain, or else something terrible will happen.

This time the girl tried her best to wash the stains, and the clothes nearly tore, but some stains still remained. She was very tired.

In the late evening the same day while she was alone at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened the door she saw the same old lady of her dream standing at her door. She got very scared and fainted.

The old lady woke her up... and gave her a blue object, which shocked the girl. She asked "What is this...?"

The old lady replied...Try Rin Supreme Washing Powder... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn stains!!!." I know how you all are feeling now... I have been through this too. But don't look at me like that. I'm also hunting for the idiot who mailed this to me!

"is that all you can do? throw stalamites at us? DEVOURING SOUL BLADE!" the angel dodges left and right as blazing hot swords spike upwards from the ground, each faster then the next, but slow enough for the angel to dodge them. "HA! YOU CALL THAT AN ATTACK? THEN FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE DEMON!" the two clash weapons at a furios pace, the soul only watching in horror as its destiny is revealed to itself. 'stop.' the demons tail peirces the angel side and wrenches loose, blood spilling from the open wound as the angels sword cuts off the demons arm, and slices into the chest, severing the aorta. 'stop it...please...' a kick to the head sends the angel spiraling downwards, followed by the gravely wounded demon whos scream of rage and insult were to be matched by the falling angels words of threat. "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT AN ANGEL? TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU WILL FAIL!" "AN ANGEL BEATING A DEMON? DIIIIIEEEE!!!"

both angel of the black light and demon of the white darkness crashed to the ground, there respective sides stopping the fighting to watch the two match blows and gravely wound each other. 'STOP IT PLEASE!' the soul screams, itsm ind realing in the pain of the two as there ferocity only increaces as eaches life is slowly drianing away. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I COMMAND BOTH OF YOU IN THE NAME IF EXISTENCE! STOOOOOOOOP IT NOOOOOOW!" the angel and demon only increase there fighting to new levels of violence as wings are torn, blood is spilled and bones of the dead are used to bash each other to death. "to arms angel of the black light, help our brother win the day!" an old angel shouts as the war spontaneosly errupts into all out war again. "DEMONA AND DEMON ALIKE, FIGHT AS YOUVE NEVER FOUGHT BEFORE!" as each raced to kill the other and the two fight more feroceosly then ever, the soul of the unborn child decends into the crater, stepping in between the two warriors, there blood lust not quivering for a second, the demons face ragged and cut, the angels no less damaged but more so. the warriors weapon lock and there stares of hate and greed overwhelm the senses.

"death." the soul whispers. "is only the beginning of oblivion."

the soul explodes, its compact energys burning through time and space like a thousand hurricanes of blistering heat and shockwaves of pure peace.

some say that if you listen hard enough, or if the angle of the moon is just right, you can hear the two warriors, the demon of the white darkness and the angel of the blak light, still fighting it out, others say that it is just the winds in the anceint caves.

22 And the teachers of the law who came down from Jerusalem said, “He is possessed by Beelzebul! By the prince of demons he is driving out demons.” 23 So Jesus called them over to him and began to speak to them in parables: “How can Satan drive out Satan? 24 If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. 25 If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand. 26 And if Satan opposes himself and is divided, he cannot stand; his end has come. 27 In fact, no one can enter a strong man’s house without first tying him up. Then he can plunder the strong man’s house. 28 Truly I tell you, people will be forgiven all their sins and all the blasphemies they utter.

29 But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven, but is guilty of an eternal sin.”

Mark 3:22-29