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@YourMom umm well it's all connected
I don't think I like the demons... don't wanna think about that lmao
myths on some occasions are actually about aliens from nearby star systems and galaxies. they're higher evolved than we are, so I hear. and yeah they have a protective shield on earth with some specific rules, so I hear
but I'm not at that level. gonna stick to reiki for now lmao... and qigong. because I'm sick and my energy is just all over. probably what caused the mania issues
I met a girl IRL recently who is a friend of a friend and she's learning reiki (but can't do it on others yet, she's just meant to practice on herself for now). we had some trippy surreal experiences. well that's what she said after. she called me a channeler. cuz I just osmosis the people beside me... so we hung out for a few hours (and that's what helps me osmosis better) and then I asked her to heal herself in various parts and it had effected me. hell yeah felt awesome. I think I tried her out tho -
@YourMom hey why'd you depart 👀
This guy dream come true as he was waiting for this moment.
we were in space. we failed our mission in this rust bucket of a ship. we were the last of humanity. surprised the thing was holding the oxygen in from space at all. we didn't even have power for lights inside the rust bucket
and there was this thing... we did something to it but it failed, we needed it for some mission but our plan went wrong... and we had 2-3 hours of oxygen left. it was impaled on a rusty sharp section of a half broken wall. right down the middle. of its mangled human body if you could call it that. it had melting skin, dripping blood and melting cartilage. in this rust bucket, of high heat and humidity, and you could smell its melting flesh like you bit your own lip and singed it somehow at the same time. like burnt meat, cartilage on the BBQ but with fresh irony blood, the taste of the flesh of your lip. and it noticed me and started tearing itself along the rusty wall segment that was serrated... moving fast and terrifying. it was hungry. it was angry. it had nothing else on its mind, and no possibility of anything else. livid
can't even enjoy suffocating to death for 2-3 hours in peace
one thing to have dreams of dying but come on. can't even die in peace now!
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