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@Postman, it relates to an ongoing discussion where I've probably sent 50+ pages about my experiences in past lives, planets and planes of existence.
I am a Scientologist - how is that relevant to handling entities? If I had a plumber try to yap to me about politics or something i'd tell that nigga to STFU and push his head back to the pipes. It simply would have no relevance to the subject at hand.
An entity is a being, who, like a human being:
is conscious
has it's own perceptions, memories and feelings
can interact with other beings.
The distinction is that you as a human being, are animating a human body. There are more types of and variety between entities than humans, given that humans are a sub-group.
The type of entity that "possesses" (almost everyone has entities in them, but it's extraordinarily rare for them to be able to take full control) you is the type that's located inside of your body. The components of the body as opposed to the spirit take the abbreviation MEST - Matter, Energy, Space, Time. Meaning that your aura and your energy count as your body as well. They take up EST (energy, space, time) but not Matter. If you've ever heard of something about particles in physics moving back in time, the future affecting the past (retro-causation); its possible because the linear, constantly forward moving time is bodily constraint in the same way being made of meat is.
Essentially, these guys are "living rent free in your head". If you have violent hobo squatters or armed gangs (ex. interdimensional demons), u prob gonna need some outside help for that. The most common type you can think of as a depressed, agoraphobic hikikomori. They don't wanna be there any more than you want them there. They're very weak, socially defeated, don't know where who or what they are. Drifting through a directionless and meaningless existence day to day.
Why don't you want these guys in you?
- Because they're in your space, rent free, where they are having an affect on you. If you have an odd overreaction to something, it very well could be because of the traumatic memory of some entity. If you really like chocolate and eat until your fat, it's likely some guy in there has a craving. They in your truman-show livestream but in 55+ senses instead of just sight and sound. Sometimes you can choose to allow an entity to live with you for mutual benifit, but it should be a free choice for both parties. Release a butterfly and if it don't come back it never truely was yours type beat.
How do you handle an entity?
- Like a human being, you have choices. You can make existence unbearable for them and hope they leave, kick a hikikomori out with force- call the police and send them packing. You can hire a therapist. You can go on "Dr. Phil".
If you aren't an ooga booga who lives in a forest somewhere there are three main approaches that are commonly practiced.
1. Exorcism.
Yk what this is. Sometimes u gotta go with a forceful approach. Imagine a situation with humans. Men in long white robes come into the room to scare some niggas out. This is what the KKK does. Sometimes they get spooked out cuz they think you're a ghost, like if you put a scarecrow up and wave about, making spooky noises. If you got real demons you need a crew to pump em full of silver. Overreaction for neet-spirits.
2. The school of Edith Fiore.
Author of "The unquiet dead". This is the dominant approach with therapists and women - kind of like CBT is. You treat them like a therapy client and you talk them into going into the light or with jesus like the church does. This works. Meaning you have some nigga living in your head rent free and after you don't anymore. Dr. Terrence Palmer wrote an interesting book about the scientific foundation of this. Based on the work of F.W.H Myers, author of Human Personality and Its Survival of Bodily Death (1903)
If you haven't read the copypasta, you should.
"https://looksmax.org/threads/ive-re...t-people-see-when-they-die-is-a-trap.1163921/
3. Scientology Processing
Based on the research of L. Ron Hubbard and the Universal Rights of All Beings
"Auditing" is a big rabbit hole, L. Ron Hubbard spent his life developing processes you can run on all sorts of things. The remote viewing and astral projection communities are directly descended from him, while Dianetics can clear your mind of any trauma expierenced in this life better than any fake therapy (some thearpy processes, which use the same underlying principles, work) or jew meds could.
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The following case is a bit more complex. Involves past lives, space opera (scientology term for past lives in this universe but off the earth), and inception-possession (a demon possessing a entity possessing me). I thought i'd need to give that demon the boot after I disentangled it from the spirit, but it seems to have disappeared for good, nothing more on my part needed.
The past life incidents I mention are the following: A fear of having my head chopped off. Because in a previous life I was decapitated by the police (they didn't call it police then) for being a dicklet with rage who became a rapist and a proto-communist rioter. It's an interesting feeling, having your head lopped off, because as it hits the sand and you lose consiousness, you can still feel your body in a kind of phantom-limb syndrome. Your energy or aura body still has that part even when it's chopped off the meat body.
This stimulated an incident which happened in a space empire. Because reincarnation was a univerally acknowledged reality (not keeping your stuff you worked for is weird and aliens think of it like aboriginals who don't know the secret of fire), you had to make the punishment worse than simple bodily death. They attached a device resembling a deflated balloon to my head after cutting it off. It kept me alive to draw out the pain. This seems to be the origin of part of the demon, I don't know what they could do with their technology then.
Warning:
When there are niggers looking over your shoulder, you don't say "nigger nigger nigger", you say "gentleman".
When there are entities looking through your eyes, typing about how you want to "get rid of them", or other charged phrases is not something they like. You may feel agitated or stressed out (what they feel). Imagine that you're a neet and you hear talk in the other room about "casting that accursed affliction out". While this can show you they exist, you don't want this. If for no other reason it makes them feel that you are their enemy. "Clusters" of entities are sometimes over 10,000 strong. It's never too late but this is not a fight you want to pick until you are ready.
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T
@twojei
@Snow @ilovewhitepill
@GGWP
@Tabula Rasa
to my ops: suck demon dicks fags i won't respond to your dumb ass
@Postman, it relates to an ongoing discussion where I've probably sent 50+ pages about my experiences in past lives, planets and planes of existence.I am a Scientologist - how is that relevant to handling entities? If I had a plumber try to yap to me about politics or something i'd tell that nigga to STFU and push his head back to the pipes. It simply would have no relevance to the subject at hand.
An entity is a being, who, like a human being:
is conscious
has it's own perceptions, memories and feelings
can interact with other beings.
The distinction is that you as a human being, are animating a human body. There are more types of and variety between entities than humans, given that humans are a sub-group.
The type of entity that "possesses" (almost everyone has entities in them, but it's extraordinarily rare for them to be able to take full control) you is the type that's located inside of your body. The components of the body as opposed to the spirit take the abbreviation MEST - Matter, Energy, Space, Time. Meaning that your aura and your energy count as your body as well. They take up EST (energy, space, time) but not Matter. If you've ever heard of something about particles in physics moving back in time, the future affecting the past (retro-causation); its possible because the linear, constantly forward moving time is bodily constraint in the same way being made of meat is.
Essentially, these guys are "living rent free in your head". If you have violent hobo squatters or armed gangs (ex. interdimensional demons), u prob gonna need some outside help for that. The most common type you can think of as a depressed, agoraphobic hikikomori. They don't wanna be there any more than you want them there. They're very weak, socially defeated, don't know where who or what they are. Drifting through a directionless and meaningless existence day to day.
Why don't you want these guys in you?
- Because they're in your space, rent free, where they are having an affect on you. If you have an odd overreaction to something, it very well could be because of the traumatic memory of some entity. If you really like chocolate and eat until your fat, it's likely some guy in there has a craving. They in your truman-show livestream but in 55+ senses instead of just sight and sound. Sometimes you can choose to allow an entity to live with you for mutual benifit, but it should be a free choice for both parties. Release a butterfly and if it don't come back it never truely was yours type beat.
How do you handle an entity?
- Like a human being, you have choices. You can make existence unbearable for them and hope they leave, kick a hikikomori out with force- call the police and send them packing. You can hire a therapist. You can go on "Dr. Phil".
If you aren't an ooga booga who lives in a forest somewhere there are three main approaches that are commonly practiced.
1. Exorcism.
Yk what this is. Sometimes u gotta go with a forceful approach. Imagine a situation with humans. Men in long white robes come into the room to scare some niggas out. This is what the KKK does. Sometimes they get spooked out cuz they think you're a ghost, like if you put a scarecrow up and wave about, making spooky noises. If you got real demons you need a crew to pump em full of silver. Overreaction for neet-spirits.
2. The school of Edith Fiore.
Author of "The unquiet dead". This is the dominant approach with therapists and women - kind of like CBT is. You treat them like a therapy client and you talk them into going into the light or with jesus like the church does. This works. Meaning you have some nigga living in your head rent free and after you don't anymore. Dr. Terrence Palmer wrote an interesting book about the scientific foundation of this. Based on the work of F.W.H Myers, author of Human Personality and Its Survival of Bodily Death (1903)
If you haven't read the copypasta, you should.
"https://looksmax.org/threads/ive-re...t-people-see-when-they-die-is-a-trap.1163921/
3. Scientology Processing
Based on the research of L. Ron Hubbard and the Universal Rights of All Beings
- You have the absolute right to your own sanity and self-determinism.
- You have the absolute right to do, or NOT do, anything you choose.
- You have the absolute right to choose or make, or NOT choose or make, your own mission, project, purpose, or 'game'.
"Auditing" is a big rabbit hole, L. Ron Hubbard spent his life developing processes you can run on all sorts of things. The remote viewing and astral projection communities are directly descended from him, while Dianetics can clear your mind of any trauma expierenced in this life better than any fake therapy (some thearpy processes, which use the same underlying principles, work) or jew meds could.
__________________________________________________
The following case is a bit more complex. Involves past lives, space opera (scientology term for past lives in this universe but off the earth), and inception-possession (a demon possessing a entity possessing me). I thought i'd need to give that demon the boot after I disentangled it from the spirit, but it seems to have disappeared for good, nothing more on my part needed.
The past life incidents I mention are the following: A fear of having my head chopped off. Because in a previous life I was decapitated by the police (they didn't call it police then) for being a dicklet with rage who became a rapist and a proto-communist rioter. It's an interesting feeling, having your head lopped off, because as it hits the sand and you lose consiousness, you can still feel your body in a kind of phantom-limb syndrome. Your energy or aura body still has that part even when it's chopped off the meat body.
This stimulated an incident which happened in a space empire. Because reincarnation was a univerally acknowledged reality (not keeping your stuff you worked for is weird and aliens think of it like aboriginals who don't know the secret of fire), you had to make the punishment worse than simple bodily death. They attached a device resembling a deflated balloon to my head after cutting it off. It kept me alive to draw out the pain. This seems to be the origin of part of the demon, I don't know what they could do with their technology then.
Warning:
When there are niggers looking over your shoulder, you don't say "nigger nigger nigger", you say "gentleman".
When there are entities looking through your eyes, typing about how you want to "get rid of them", or other charged phrases is not something they like. You may feel agitated or stressed out (what they feel). Imagine that you're a neet and you hear talk in the other room about "casting that accursed affliction out". While this can show you they exist, you don't want this. If for no other reason it makes them feel that you are their enemy. "Clusters" of entities are sometimes over 10,000 strong. It's never too late but this is not a fight you want to pick until you are ready.
when i was a child i was plagued by terrors. Not especially so, but had my fair share of phobias and fears. Zombies. Nuclear War. dying and being stuck in my decaying body in a tomb, forever. This is the story of one of them. Fear of decapitation.
when i was falling asleep in my bed is when I would turn on my fantasy life, many parts now I suspect to be deep, deep in the past. Even past universes, such as were re-stimulated through Mine Craft. It beat school or rotting on the carpet floor, but wasn't all good. Night terrors would come in. An evil voice would announce, get your head under the covers. I sensed grave danger if i did not obey. A sensitivity in my neck, about the adams apple/throat area would flare up. If i didn't duck my head under the covers, I would be decapitated.
by who? never was given a clear answer. Alien forces was my working assumption. Would happen a few times every week, but I never made much of it. It was silly for one. The other factor being i was promised death if I divulged these secrets. So it continued, from early childhood to the 7th or 8th grade.
there was a language elective you had to take in middle school. I didn't give a shit about spanish french german or latin. I chose french because spanish was for illegals, german was a useless language used by nazis, and latin was try hard.
jotted down homework looking at a foids answer while teacher walked down the rows to check. Passed (didn't pass, average of like 60) tests through writing phrases on my hand or the desk and licking it off after transcribed. Finals rolled around. Two sections. Written and Oral.
written i passed because indian becky sitting in front of me held up her test answers to review them. Oral was evaluated person by person. You had to prepare 20 some odd dialogues. It would take a miracle to pass. So I prayed.
other kids were taking exam and i was waiting. You chose which out of the 26+ scenarios you would be tested out by flipping a face down index card. I only prepared like one dialogue. "God" (the demon that lived in my throat) gave me instructions. If it was vindicated, i was to serve him.
settle your eyes on one card. (assumably it guided my eyes to that one). Then go diagonally down and to the left 2 index cards. Then one down. Flip that card.
I passed. Miracle. TELL NO ONE, said the demon.
we got into regular communication. It gave me schizo commands, arbitrary things. Drop what you're doing. Pick up x. At exactly x time do this action. In an airport it was at exactly 2:15 pm play the game smashy road 2, most wanted. In exchange, I would win the lottery, gain incredible power, be able to fly, ascend to a higher dimension, blah blah blah demon lies. An extentsion of the arbitrary command to get under the covers, basically.
"god" did preform a miracle though, how else could that have happened? and two times in a row (two oral exam questions). Impossible. I have some pages with schizo notes i transcribed from it. Resembles teal swan type stuff. Pyramid of soul types, x % of people are x type of soul. Of course, i was the highest and rarest type.
later a buddy of mine had his mom get institutionalized for writing similar revelations in a collection of notebooks.
eventually I blabbed, told about gods miracle. It was not happy, to say the least. It was initating me into some sort of special order. I would be rewarded incredibly. but i read some line from the bible that said that wasn't how divine inspiration worked. That it should be shared. maybe i misinterpreted it. idk
I was attacked energetically at night, it intensified and it sent it's minion. A tulpa based on the avatar of alternatehistoryhub i made to improve my debate skills and discuss politics. I banished it because it was incredibly obnoxious. Anytime i had a thought it would create reddit tier comebacks. byeeeeeeeee. I'll come back, it said. You can't destroy you. Then I blasted it with an energy ray.
gloves off, they teamed up. Probably better than the alternative. I strongly suspect people like adam lanza or randy stair are recruited to whatever programme they're part of through the same pipeline i was dipping my toes into.
faded into the backround. More pressing matters like minecraft girl skins or the indignity of wageslavery took more and more of my waking attention.
at times it would come back. If that sore of yours or any semi-chronic health problem is psychosomatic it would follow similar patterns. Sometimes when walking i would get the new sensation i would get my head lobbed off, stepping into areas of hidden tripwire.
or that i would die, or said i voice. You better leave. but overall not a problem.
gaining more knowledge i realized that it was simple ESP it displayed, and probably a hijacked version of the powers any person has. I defeated the tulpa and banished it to eternal oblivion using the sign of the cross method. So it goes.
watched a few videos on demons occasionally for idle amusement
fast forward to today. Armed with L. Ron Hubbard's Technology for a new age. Im throwing boxes at work and I need something to occupy my mind. Decide to go whole-track. I see the livestock i used to own, triangle head, reddish. Leads to everything else.
I realized the nature of the demon after reading the sections in Dianetics: Modern Science of Mental Health, Science of Survival, and Super Scio and some articles/forum posts dedicated to em, but I thought, i'll get there when i get there. It was restimulated and my adam's apple was especially sensitive, but the old commands i could BTFO and easily defeat with the sign of the cross method and energy-blasts. Still, because I couldn't drive it out of it's ridged stronghold - we were at an impasse.
The incidents of interest in the whole track above related to decapitation. Getting my head lopped off by a manchu steward for nigger activites restimulated getting my head lopped off in a space-opera scenario.
The technology they used was probably more advanced than what the current degraded galactic confederacy has in general circulation. A deflated ballon-like shape was attached to my neck wound on my decapitated head after it was severed. Whatever that thing did, it caused entities to attach to me. Maybe not directly, maybe just through the engram and sensitivity there that would project weakness and attract entities. it would make sense, though, in a society which does not believe in eternal death, for there to be some extra oomph added to the death penalty. technology designed to abberate, bring eternal trauma.
The demon was not attached here. The demon actually isn't plaguing me. It's infesting a hitchhiker soul which was stuck by that incident into my throat. Like if your tapeworm had an infection in its immune system that trickled down to you. situation that's harder to untangle. Interdependent that stick each other into place. Fasces, bundle of sticks engineering analogy. pull one and BOING. back into place. net result: zlich.
i ask the demon for its real name three times, sending it into retreat. not permenant but gives me some time to work with the herebefore unknown entity. Like just learning that the ring of power exists.
i was unloading a big box truck at this point, but I knew a little. Began to converse with it. I had the help of another entity I enlisted. My guardian. Not Guardian angel. Shadow person. She said basically sorry im not white, we don't work the same way to entities of light, but I'm still on your side. This was the "mother" i saw in past life regression garden i mentioned earlier.
she said not to call her mother because I have a meat mom. She said not to call her "godmother" after i suggested it because it's disrespectful to the allmighty to include her in the same phrase as him. I insisted on knowing her name, to prove it was not a dark entity working to decieve me. She didn't want to give it and its not really pronoucable by humans anyways.
I won't divulge that but it sounds indian which i clowned her a lil for. Contains
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sound. I imagine it with a native american whooping sound superimposed on top, as well as a backround music. She says its not really accurate, but close as you can get i suppose. Sumerian has something more accurate. Are you sumerian? no.
I ask her for advice and she say shes not that kind of guardian angel to chit chat idly with. sorry :p. She only give what I need, on some higher level. Otherwise you have free will, exercise it. you can make your own independent choices. You are not my slave. If I have something to get across, I'll come to you.
i love her.
great sense of affection, although she isn't the cuddly type. closer, no offense, to dementor. she didn't like that comparison just now.
I enlisted her help as a witness and intermediary. And for judgement on what is the real telepathic message when there's dispute.
I start off talking to the entity with standard wayward soul questions. Trying to get information while not intimidating them, making them feel comfortable. establishing rapport. Telling them everything is up to them and how they want to take it. Im not forcing you to do anything. I want whats best for both of us.
i send balls of luminous golden light which get him up to speed from the deep confusion he was under. We live in the milky way galaxy, in the beginning of the age of aquarius. On an outer rim. In a world called Teegeeack, "terra" or "earth", among others.
I was preparing Dianetics: The Original Thesis when he goes, wait - what? Age of aquarius? that long? last I knew it was the age of Leo.
I feel a little bad because my information on the location of teegeeack relative to the universe is nothing. Like an australian aboriginal not knowing they live on an island - much less a planet. Something to read up on to provide better introductionary brochures.
I'm fairly certain now this is the soul of a human or human-like organism, that got lost somewhere, in some nightmare state for a great many years until they turned up here. I try to establish some facts about them. Wondering how quick I can get help them out.
What do you want to do in the future? what do you enjoy? what are you skills?
There is one thing, and one thing only they enjoy. Lollipops. When it was free, it licked one similar to this one.
Vicariously, through my viewpoint, it took immense pleasure in occupying my throat as I ate lollipops. In school, at the doctors office, free samples, so on.
I felt bad. Were you young? - yes. very much so.
I steer the convo away. If you're free you can have as many lollipops as you want. There's a lot you can do. You can own a candy store, a factory, you can invent a ray peaty lollipop - here's a luminous ball explaining what the ray peat diet is. Hope you keep on to it. Yknow, the world could really use someone like you with your interest.
Besides, who said you have to be human? you're free. You can be anywhere. Be anything. You just have to postulate it. If you don't want to be a human, you can explore the world. You can be the lollipop. Heck, you can be a candy aisle. A lollipop factory. You like other types of candy? salt water taffy? are you why i like that stuff so much?
Yes. memories of a boardwalk come back. next to something like a beach and body of water.
I wasn't saying that being a human is bad. You can choose where you go. here's what you do. Before choosing where u go, u go to your prospective mother in a dream. You watch them a while before, make sure they like candy. Then you have a dream interview with them, make sure you two are compatible.
Still, it was scared. It didn't want to leave. I said OK. You can stay as long as you need to. No ones forcing you to go anywhere. You can't stay rent free forever but if you can do something of service for me maybe we can come to an arrangement. What can you do?
it said it was already helping me. Guiding my decisions. Making me afraid to avoid bad situation, telling me what to avoid. Helping me emotionally. I told him that wasn't a position I was interested in filling. Besides, it wasn't fully qualified because a lot of the calls it made were irrational. Maybe in the future if you gain experience you can come back. I'm not kicking you out, after all
i try something. get it to go out of its comfort zone. into the outside world. I run exteriorization exercises. Out of body expierences basically. Be in the left wall. Ok. Now be at the right wall. The ceiling. The floor. Now stay right there while i take a step back. I succeeded.
I promised I would run some more after I go home. Read up on it and entity running. As well as that I would eat a dum-dum lollipop and not tell anyone about his situation until he was comfortable. Maybe i would buy a big one, lol at the idea of going late at night to buy a big lollipop for a spirit to enjoy.
on my computer, I search on this situation. The age of leo was when Atlantis was destroyed. Were you there? Not sure. Maybe lemuria? not sure either. Maybe not the last age of leo. What was able to be ascertained was that it died in a disaster, cataclysmic, civilization destroying event on a boardwalk.
I go through forum threads and run down questions. No progress. Maybe it's with me for the long haul, maybe i'll have to audit it every day like a "real" (meat) person.
I try something. i run the OBE exercises again. this time in a point of space as a warmup. Gearing up to being a lollipop and having me eat it to see if it enjoyed it. We negotiate on the flavours a bit. I said root beer at first but there weren't any. It could choose between butterscotch and mystery. It chose mystery flavor, the stuff they make at the end of the machines with random bits from that days random production bits.
I successfully get it to be the lollipop. It's in agony. It hates it. GET ME OUT HELP HELP HELP HELP GET ME OUT NOW!!! it screams. I pull him out. We try again. Same result.
hmmm. What would make sense is the lollipop was his (i felt it was a he) ally, being a lollipop would trigger the traumatic event. See what I was telling him in the message above.
Ldar for a bit a smoke my pipe based on prodding from memories and cravings from another, yet to be spotted entity. Eventually find a forum post with some more Scientology-based commands. Run through them all in case something works. This post said some entities were created for some purpose by a master, but they weren't aware of it.
Ask them "are you a created entity" to find out.
It was. The child, being aware of his impending doom, made a desperate effort with infantile magic to save itself through a good luck.
his lollipop. It was imbued with life, and unlike 99% of people, created with a reason to live - save master.
Being from an age undoubtedly more spiritually advanced, such a wish could actually come true. Being from this universe, such a wish could not save his life. That was why it so hated being a lollipop.
reminded of its deeply ashaming failure, the lollipop fell into deep unconsiousness, trauma trapped, yet so unable to confront it's reality that it forgot its own identity for who knows how many millions of years.
I was able to get it to confront and come to terms with reality. After that he was able to return to source, rejoining the consiousness of his master. Felt good, weight off my chest. Even clearing the incident, which I felt sad. Then happy. through telepathy/empathy i was feeling the emotions that the lollipop-entity was expierencing.
i think thats why indian religions say all are one, they don't got enough theta for everyone to be a person. Anyways now I can banish that demon when i wake up
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@Personality Haver
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@twojei
@Snow @ilovewhitepill
@GGWP
@Tabula Rasato my ops: suck demon dicks fags i won't respond to your dumb ass
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