I don’t know about why they are dressed the way they are, but I like Catholicism because it is the most ancient denomination and it has had further miracles since the time of Jesus up until modern times.
Im not attacking you personally or your religion.
…im just curious.
Hey I think that is great man!, myself? Yep I believe in God ,im just not part of a organization , thats all …I think that we are on the same page though.
I am also against sorcery/black magic/the left hand path, but I don’t think shamanism is the same thing as that. Shamans are healers.
Moved to Unusual Beliefs.
Pixel.
(Wearing moderator hat)
Your not same Daimon that I use to talk with .
Hows your book doing?
I finished the book. Who are you? I don’t recall who you are.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
It’s like I’m on DMT when I close mine,
my illness was definitely schizophrenia but it’s closely related to shamanism.
It’s almost like right now i’m reliving all my memories years later and am completely different after schizophrenia’s diagnosis and onset.
Funny that you say the sz drowns and the shaman swims, when I was going through schizophrenia It was like I was on a hard drug and I went swimming in the ocean even got caught in a rip in front of my girlfriend and her friends no-one could see what I was suffering from at this time and I made it out of it like it was nothing.
I use to trip on a lot of things with my sz and the dr’s have said it’s unlike any other it started of like normal schizophrenia like many things than went very spirtual but twisted about people and my surroundings.
It could be linked to how long I smoked Marijuana and than came of it and it was like i was seeing the world all over again and i’m still relearning now with medication.
if you research deep into shamanism you’ll find the hallucination aura with shamanism is very similar to schizophrenia they are almost the same, but of different type. Shamanism was heavily researched a few years ago back in the 50s or 80s I can’t remember. but it’s a good thing to look into and see where we came from.
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Your book was finished already to no acclaim, if you were the REAL Daimon then you’d know that.
I didn’t expect acclaim while writing my book. We have no PM history on this site. Do we know each other from another place? What is your age and gender?
Furthermore, your account is 3 days old, so how am I supposed to know who you are if you’re using a different name?
We spoke once and you proposed how it’s possible about family. …if you are the REAL Daimon then elaborate on that man.
If your family are involved in the occult, then in my book that could have a connection.
I’m finished with this discussion buddy.
Don’t call me buddy IM YOUR SAINT …YOU ADDRESS ME AS SIR.
It was definitely something else…
A bit of the supernatural, perhaps?
There have been things that happened, in full witness of others, that, well, have no rational explanation.
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Spooks.
More than a few too.
A toy remote fire engine suddenly went on as I walked by, it was under the end table, remote or it on top. Scared the crap out of me as I was trying to turn this very loud siren and flashing lights off by the remote first, then the engine itself.
Couldn’t turn it off no matter what, called my hubby to ask how to shut it off, he said to take the batteries out of both of the remote and engine, so I opened them both up- NO batteries in them. so how? why? Idunno.
My mom was in the 1st bathroom and my dad in the living room when we were out of town, they came to feed the cats for us, and she heard “carnival” music. Louder and louder it came, but as if from the attic/walls, rather than inside the house-or outside. Dad never heard it, and she couldn’t hear it once she left the bathroom. I had heard this same music, like a giant carnival starting up, when I was sitting outside in my backyard at 4AM ( had a broken foot that kept me from sleeping so I went outside to sit in our rocking chair on the porch. The music intensified, louder and faster until I finally got up-pissed that something was tricking me and slammed the back door, it stopped. It seemed to come for the air itself rather than from our house or neighbors.
I dropped a key fob onto the hardwood floor by my window, and never heard it hit the floor. Nothing around for it to fall into, so I searched the curtain and surrounding area-nothing. I looked for a good hour and finally gave up and locked the door, I had the only key for that room. Two weeks later I had a feeling that it would be in there and opened the door- it was right on the floor where it should have fallen that night.
My (ex) took two keys from the living room to the garage to try them in our bicycle lock, opened the garage door, then came right back saying he only had one key. I knew I gave him two, he was sure he had two also, but only had one now.
We looked around a bit then I said not to worry, that the missing key would show up eventually. He agree’d and left.
Several hours later I opened the garage door and looked up to see this key fall literally from the ceiling and hit the floor at my feet. It was the missing key.
I’ve heard giggling from a couple of kids in our hallway, and saw shadows as if someone was slowly approaching, so I stayed very still on the couch in our livingroom, and in the reflection of our doorknob and several shiny knickknacks, it looked like a boy and girl about ? 6/7 years old, trying to play but not wanting me to see them. This went on for quite awhile, and finally I put out a plate of cookies and some kool-aid in plastic cups. After awhile they got restless and one started crying that he wanted to go home, that he missed his mommy, and he was sorry he had been a bad boy, but he wanted to come home, where was she? He kept crying softly for her, so I told him if he would be patient I’d try to get her for him. Eventually the crying stopped, but the antics surrounding hiding things that were found many hours in the same site that they had been missing from continues, and only when you stop looking for them, or refuse, the items return quickly.
You can poo poo this all you want, but there are soooooo many more stories I could tell, but I don’t, because most people have called me crazy for thinking this is true (maybe Iam nuts, but it’s still true what happened) until they experience something dropping out of thin air, or hear the footsteps in the other room-and accuse me of hiding someone in the house- I make them do a room to room search and they always come back with their mouths open and no other body in the house- I just laugh and ask if that makes them nut’s too.
A friend of my nephew was in our house a couple years back and told me that a long time ago when he was little, he was playing with the kid that lived directly across the street from us in their house, both parents were out, and his friend happened to find his fathers (work) gun, and was playing around with it and shot himself right in front of them, and died instantly.
That family was still there when we moved in (no one ever mentioned this) and they stayed 12 more years until the mom moved out of state, then the dad, sister with her 13 year old daughter moved out a year later.
Who is full of poop now?
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Mine too, it started very spiritual, started reading a lot of eastern spiritual texts and everything made sense and was “obvious”, and i was feeling very good.
then my father locked me in his house when i started telling him what i’ve “discovered” and i started getting paranoid.