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How do intelligence operatives scope out the contingency plans of other actors?

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I grew up in a large suburb outside of Houston. It was during the early 90s when a lot of farmland settled by the original German immigrants was being bought up by developers and turned into new homes. My family lived at the very end of our subdivision, and past my house was a great expanse of farmland, flanked by thick woods, and old decaying wooden shacks from the 1800s.

Every day on my walk home from school I would pass by a particularly overgrown old shack, which I guess must have at some point been a house, which leaned like it would fall over at any minute on its tired old foundation, and just beyond it was a long row of fence. It was my daily commute to and from elementary school, and I’d walk by it, pick up interesting rocks and things, and I never thought much of it. There was always construction while the subdivision was expanding, so they had dug long trenches for what I suppose was for sewer, and erected electrical lines through the farmland.

Beyond the fence was a small lake, which I had often snuck in to explore and catch frogs, but after an encounter with a water moccasin, which is a species of pit viper, I decided to stay clear of it. The farm had cows which would meander through the meadow, and one large black horse I would often see grazing.

One day at school a storm had rolled in during the previous night, and I remember that the clouds were so thick and black that it felt like night time when I had arrived at school. It didn’t take long before the storm was in full force, and the power had gone out at school. Our teacher decided to have us all sit together on the floor and read to us for the rest of the day, which was fine by me.

The storm had passed, but the darkness lingered when I got out of school. So I walked the now muddy path in the strange darkness past the crooked house, and beside the aging fence, each step becoming more and more difficult as the mud collected on my shoes. That’s when I heard the thrashing. The cows weren’t there, but I remember clearly that old black horse. I remember thinking that it was sick, or injured, or something.

Its black coat was slick, and steam was rising off its body in the cold air. It was kicking its back legs wildly, and violently slamming its face into the muck. It had a weird look to it, not like it was panicking, but like it was calm, with its mouth shut, and it didn’t look to be out of breath. Again it slammed its head into the mud, and kicked out its legs, then shook its head from side to side furiously. I stopped to watch it; looking back I wish I had just kept walking. I remember that after a minute or two it stopped and looked up at me, the grime sliding off of its face.

It must have been in a matter of a second, because I had no time to react, and the horse had charged towards me. It didn’t jump over the fence, but instead lowered its massive head and tore through the gap between the fen Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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What do you think?? This guy in the lecture at the link says that they are descended from hominids (aka pre-humans). But that leaves the question, where did we come from??

http://fantasticanatomy.wordpress.com/2013/02/23/hominids/

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Ok, i'd like to state first that it is my first time posting on 7chan after lurking for serval years. As it might be the only place i might get answers on something that i did a long time ago, but still remember like if it was yesterday. Of course, 4chan's /x/ wouldn't be much help. Too corrupted. You might have the answers i am looking for /x/, therefore i force you no obligation. Those willing to help me find answers may do so. Now that's settled, let's begin.

A long time ago, when i was approximatly 13 - 14 year old, i have decided to go totally counter-culture. This shift in my consiousness led me to occultism. After talking about it to one of my friends, on how we can "control the toughts" of the teacher we both hate we decided to study the subject deeply. After 3 or 4 months of study we decided to dive in for real.

One day at approximatly 6:00pm we went in the basement to prepare ourselves. We did all the pre-requisite like having an enchanted brich stick, that sort of thing. The circle was made with naval-like rope (but much thinner, like for scrapbooking) in the shape of a rectangle. We placed one candle at each edges of the circle. I will describe the ritual if you don't mind, as there might be important details.

We raised the four pillars, you know them probably as Air, fire, water and ground. Fifth one being us, the soul. The most details i can remember from there was that the candle was white, and we used salt to represent the ground or in my head, earth. Everything was set, my friend started first, he rang the bell, did his ritual and closed it by ringing the bell once again. The ritual he made was a ritual that he saw on a book that he wanted to give a try.

Now came my turn. I ring the bell, and do a ritual that i've read in a book. I closed as i would normally do by ringing the bell once again. I skipped these two first ritual because they are irrelevant to the one next one that follows. It was not exactly a ritual that i saw, or readed in a book. I wanted to make my own demand to the universe. I wanted to for my brother to change, as he was a real jerk with me all the time. I took a yellow candle, carved his name on it, and lit it. I asked to the universe to change my brother to be more clement, to be more of a brother than a forced family member. I extinguished the candle with my fingers, and finally i rang the bell to close the ritual. I have to tell that i had not a single fucking idea on how well my last ritual worked until i arrive home.

Now here's where it get really interesting.
When i returned home, my brother was already here in front of the computer. As soon as he saw me, he stood up stressfully saying, "Dude! Are you ok!?"
As i was not expecting this reaction from my brother at my return, i vaguely answered yes i am. But i could see that he was shocked, and not just a little. I asked Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Murrka Appreciation thread

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN81

Europoors are not welcome

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'Obey my prophet! follow out the ordeals of my knowledge! seek me only! .... I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace ..'


Is there an infographic showing the spectrum of modern magical and mystical methods and systems.

From tantra, to chaos magick, to tulpas, so on and so-forth.

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Hey /x/, have you heard of the Agartha project?

Formerly known as the New Eden project, we're a group of members from /x/, /w/, /sci/ and more who are attempting to found a town. Such a town would be environmentally friendly, independently governed, and secure just in case SHTF. Oh, and most importantly, it would be a town of goddamn /x/philes and other *channers.

If you're interested in the project, or just want more information, check out the forums or the IRC channel here:

http://bneweden.runboard.com/

https://qchat.rizon.net/?nick=anonymous.&channels=kantachat&prompt=1


I'm sure that many of you who haven't heard of the project before already have a pile of questions and criticisms. I'll do my best to answer them in this thread. Any advice is welcome as well.

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My friend and I saw that movie last week. As I watched I couldn't help but think of those who lost their lives trying to watch this movie, but then I realized maybe it was a setup. The Batman Rises is about anarchy and rebelling, what if the shooting was set up to "scare" people.

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I've always been sceptic, but recently I've started to get interested in evoking demons, and I wonder if anyone of you here know the basics like how you summon one, the banishing rites, important parts of the rituals, et cetera. Thanks in advance!

Pic related, it's the seal of Orobas, I want to evoke him.

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When I was fifteen I moved to Utah. It was a smaller town just north of Salt Lake City, and far enough west that the wind would carry the smell of the lake in, and the air would reek like a spoiled sea.

I got dumped halfway into sophomore year, which was terrible for an awkward kid in a new place, because in Utah they began high school with sophomore year, so I was effectively a freshman twice. The only luck I had was a girl I had met named Sarah, and we started dating right at the end of the school year, so we were able to spend a majority of the summer together.

Now, you might not know this about Mormons, and I certainly hadn’t, but in their church they really like big families. Something about spirits in heaven requiring bodies. So it wasn’t uncommon for some of the more devout Mormon families to have eight, nine, or more kids. It really just meant outdoor freezers packed with hamburger helper and houses with bigger kitchens.

Sarah’s family was pretty Mormon, and my family didn’t practice much of any religion, so we just never discussed it. She had six sisters, seven in total including her, ranging from 6 years old to 18. I only met her mom once, and she was always pregnant, and I never spoke with her dad. I was a little too overwhelmed by meeting her family and I avoided it. I probably would have figured it out then, but I had only lived in Utah for six months and everything already seemed so weird to me.

I remember a particular night I had picked her up. She had a curfew that made it so I had to park down the street so she could sneak out. I wanted to jump over a small gully flanked by trees beside her house, but she refused and we had to walk around, which meant passing by her parents’ window. I thought it was weird, but I just assumed she was worried she might get her feet wet.

It went like that for a couple months. I would stop down the street, and I would wait while she walked beside the gully, around her house, and up the street to meet me. Sometimes I’d meet her at the road, but I was always careful not to walk too far onto the lawn for fear I’d wake her parents.