Listkov
20th February 2025, 05:12
I'm sure she's not some sort of negative entity because:
1. I've dealt with that sort of thing before. Dead people, archons/demons, the spirit of a lollipop a kid was holding while Atlantis was being destroyed, and so on.
2. I personally remember spending at least 500 years with her in past lives.
There was one memory, right as I was gonna uncover it, a voice beamed into my head telling me to immediately desist. From an entity that introduced itself to me as a sort of spirit guide. I asked it if reincarnation was real. It said no and then began talking real fast like someone caught in a web of lies so I got out the spiritual scissors and gave the creepazoid the good ole snippity snip. The way it tried to manipulate me afterwards reminded me of Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars. Specifically the scene where he's shooting his sith lightning at Mace Windu while pretending to be a helpless old man.
Them not liking each other was a long standing issue. How you say? Brahmin=Atman. As above, so below. Soap opera inside my mind, space opera up above.
SWwFogRQVnk
From what I can personally recall, we've been together for at least 500 years. I was a shaman and she was my main helper spirit/celestial wife. I'd prefer to live in some village with my (erstwhile) people instead of in the United States but unfortunately we took a Trojan Horse in the form of conquering China about 400 years ago.
Because she isn't a pedofile (my interpretation) she usually introduces herself in my teens/twenties. A coming of age ritual of sorts. As of now, the one I remember happened during that invasion. I was a Manchu horse archer and was riding with my unit along a river when we were ambushed by a group with repeater crossbows - the general opposing us liked to utilize psychological warfare against us ignorant hicks from out in sticks.
The bolts were dinky things and you could probably take them all over your armored body like acupuncture points and survive. But we, being a culture that knew how to shoot, associated a single hit with death. I was shot in my right upper thigh and fell into the water. It was only later I discovered that the hit did not castrate me.
Accepting my fate, I did not attempt to swim. That is, until a voice came into my head. That's when she introduced herself. She told me when to pucker my lips above the water to breathe. A arrow whizzed past my face when I did so, but did not hit me. I made it up the river and led a retaliatory detachment. One of the enemy archers who I made eye contact with before they opened fire, his lifeless face was floating face up in the river.
Ugly fellow, in my estimation. He probably thought the same of me. Another race or species would probably think we looked about the same. Still, it stuck in my head. I didn't know from how far south he came up. What a waste of life, I thought, being drafted to in a faraway land for that lover of eunuchs and young boys, that emperor of his.
During that life, she found a viable host (lol, talking like she's a fungus) in a woman, later to become my mother in the lifetime directly following. So we were wed. Those memories came into clearer focus for me while I was falling asleep :bigsmile:. Shortly after I was slain by a barrage of arrows.
My spirit girl friend led me out of my body. This was my custom until I had an incompetent fool of a doctor on my deathbed who drugged me and rifled through my drawers to pay himself after I was unable to do so myself. I liked Truman Cash's books about the buggers that got their hands on me afterwards.
But I digress. In that life, my spirit girl friend made arrangements with my physical wife for me to incarnate as my unborn son. My mother/wife was a fair bit younger than I, today you might call her a MILF. At the time, I considered that idea to exceed the bounds of propriety. Maybe if I were on planet Serpo? At that time, reincarnation was the idea that was considered a barbarism and a most odious of superstitions. It was something when my old friends would come for a visit and regale me stories of my father. Each time my death would get a just a smidgen more of heroism sprinkled on top.
In previous incarnations, in the old country, I could see the spirit world with my bare eyes. I didn't need a vessel. I suppose it seemed rather odd for a foreigner, how I let no one sit on the second seat of my saddle.
That's how I found her in this life. I remembered my most faithful of companions but not her nature as an incorporeal spirit. Turns out she was in the passenger seat. Later I figured out those winding mountain roads were also the areas where the cell reception wasn't so good.
Also she has pets, ermines and these little beings that look like the soot sprites from a Studio Ghibli film. Cute little fellas. I can send them to do what looks to me like eating demons and negative entities.
Like most girls, she doesn't like it so much when I have my eyes on other girls. Last time I was around a pretty girl my age - she usually is sort of coiled around my centre body mass. But she left to form a... physical? spiritual? barrier between us. It stresses her out. That was still the case when this was a completely unconscious process.
No interest in cheating and we got plans for the future. We've done things spiritually. But right now I have a body (it tells me that "meat-body" is an offensive slur) that's 21 years old and I don't intend to die soon. The life of a monk is not for me. A monastic being someone who is only spiritually wed. Like nuns who wear rings and if lucky, "feel the ecstasy of pierced by spears of holy light by the archangel Michael" (Saint Theresa of Avila).
She is really into me. I'd like to return the favor :bigsmile:. I can tell when I'm partially possessed ("obsessed") by looking at pictures of myself. I don't think spending hours in front of the mirror is narcissistic when it's not "you" looking. I surmise that if my spirit wife went into someone else's body a similar phenomena would occur.
I consider it unethical to dispatch a spirit to go possess a woman at a distance or without their consent, as the French Mesmerists discovered how to. If the legal system knew what was up not just that but all types of sorcery would be criminal. Explaining what I want from a medium, I imagine would be a tough sell. Ideally, if it were possibly I'd wanna go to Brazil, where I've heard they can materialize half a dozen Dr. Jesus Christ's and a certain Dr. Adolf in the very same room.
Thoughts?
1. I've dealt with that sort of thing before. Dead people, archons/demons, the spirit of a lollipop a kid was holding while Atlantis was being destroyed, and so on.
2. I personally remember spending at least 500 years with her in past lives.
There was one memory, right as I was gonna uncover it, a voice beamed into my head telling me to immediately desist. From an entity that introduced itself to me as a sort of spirit guide. I asked it if reincarnation was real. It said no and then began talking real fast like someone caught in a web of lies so I got out the spiritual scissors and gave the creepazoid the good ole snippity snip. The way it tried to manipulate me afterwards reminded me of Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars. Specifically the scene where he's shooting his sith lightning at Mace Windu while pretending to be a helpless old man.
Them not liking each other was a long standing issue. How you say? Brahmin=Atman. As above, so below. Soap opera inside my mind, space opera up above.
SWwFogRQVnk
From what I can personally recall, we've been together for at least 500 years. I was a shaman and she was my main helper spirit/celestial wife. I'd prefer to live in some village with my (erstwhile) people instead of in the United States but unfortunately we took a Trojan Horse in the form of conquering China about 400 years ago.
Because she isn't a pedofile (my interpretation) she usually introduces herself in my teens/twenties. A coming of age ritual of sorts. As of now, the one I remember happened during that invasion. I was a Manchu horse archer and was riding with my unit along a river when we were ambushed by a group with repeater crossbows - the general opposing us liked to utilize psychological warfare against us ignorant hicks from out in sticks.
The bolts were dinky things and you could probably take them all over your armored body like acupuncture points and survive. But we, being a culture that knew how to shoot, associated a single hit with death. I was shot in my right upper thigh and fell into the water. It was only later I discovered that the hit did not castrate me.
Accepting my fate, I did not attempt to swim. That is, until a voice came into my head. That's when she introduced herself. She told me when to pucker my lips above the water to breathe. A arrow whizzed past my face when I did so, but did not hit me. I made it up the river and led a retaliatory detachment. One of the enemy archers who I made eye contact with before they opened fire, his lifeless face was floating face up in the river.
Ugly fellow, in my estimation. He probably thought the same of me. Another race or species would probably think we looked about the same. Still, it stuck in my head. I didn't know from how far south he came up. What a waste of life, I thought, being drafted to in a faraway land for that lover of eunuchs and young boys, that emperor of his.
During that life, she found a viable host (lol, talking like she's a fungus) in a woman, later to become my mother in the lifetime directly following. So we were wed. Those memories came into clearer focus for me while I was falling asleep :bigsmile:. Shortly after I was slain by a barrage of arrows.
My spirit girl friend led me out of my body. This was my custom until I had an incompetent fool of a doctor on my deathbed who drugged me and rifled through my drawers to pay himself after I was unable to do so myself. I liked Truman Cash's books about the buggers that got their hands on me afterwards.
But I digress. In that life, my spirit girl friend made arrangements with my physical wife for me to incarnate as my unborn son. My mother/wife was a fair bit younger than I, today you might call her a MILF. At the time, I considered that idea to exceed the bounds of propriety. Maybe if I were on planet Serpo? At that time, reincarnation was the idea that was considered a barbarism and a most odious of superstitions. It was something when my old friends would come for a visit and regale me stories of my father. Each time my death would get a just a smidgen more of heroism sprinkled on top.
In previous incarnations, in the old country, I could see the spirit world with my bare eyes. I didn't need a vessel. I suppose it seemed rather odd for a foreigner, how I let no one sit on the second seat of my saddle.
That's how I found her in this life. I remembered my most faithful of companions but not her nature as an incorporeal spirit. Turns out she was in the passenger seat. Later I figured out those winding mountain roads were also the areas where the cell reception wasn't so good.
Also she has pets, ermines and these little beings that look like the soot sprites from a Studio Ghibli film. Cute little fellas. I can send them to do what looks to me like eating demons and negative entities.
Like most girls, she doesn't like it so much when I have my eyes on other girls. Last time I was around a pretty girl my age - she usually is sort of coiled around my centre body mass. But she left to form a... physical? spiritual? barrier between us. It stresses her out. That was still the case when this was a completely unconscious process.
No interest in cheating and we got plans for the future. We've done things spiritually. But right now I have a body (it tells me that "meat-body" is an offensive slur) that's 21 years old and I don't intend to die soon. The life of a monk is not for me. A monastic being someone who is only spiritually wed. Like nuns who wear rings and if lucky, "feel the ecstasy of pierced by spears of holy light by the archangel Michael" (Saint Theresa of Avila).
She is really into me. I'd like to return the favor :bigsmile:. I can tell when I'm partially possessed ("obsessed") by looking at pictures of myself. I don't think spending hours in front of the mirror is narcissistic when it's not "you" looking. I surmise that if my spirit wife went into someone else's body a similar phenomena would occur.
I consider it unethical to dispatch a spirit to go possess a woman at a distance or without their consent, as the French Mesmerists discovered how to. If the legal system knew what was up not just that but all types of sorcery would be criminal. Explaining what I want from a medium, I imagine would be a tough sell. Ideally, if it were possibly I'd wanna go to Brazil, where I've heard they can materialize half a dozen Dr. Jesus Christ's and a certain Dr. Adolf in the very same room.
Thoughts?