Something strange happened yesterday so I'm transferring it into my site so I can study it.
(When I came here today, the point of entry to the music was at 14:49)
Marilyn Manson-The Pale Emperor[deluxe edition] Full Album(HQ)
Published on Feb 24, 2015
Belialith 1 second ago
Oh my goodness, thank you Jakuf for not deleting that post. I woke up this morning thinking I had put this in a blog, which I'm going to do now, because that was one of the weirdest experiences. I was searching for where I had put this. Interestingly enough its in the Pale Emperor album. While I was writing, interference occurred. I could feel the energy, some invisible thing around, but I couldn't tell who it was or where it was coming from...and there's a lot of thought I need to do about what occurred, so I'm taking this into my blog. Thanks for being a good sport. Love you!
Jakuf 3 months ago
100+ views.Nice.
Belialith 22 hours ago
Sweeties, they don't JUST manipulate the words you use, and have fun with you when you're trying to describe what is happening....it's like Michael Tsarion said....they did something to our minds. Whether we ourselves are in control of that aspect, there are also outer aspects one must deal with. They change words right in front of my face and all I can do is laugh, or giggle. Who the fuck can control those forces? What ARE those foreces, to begin with?
Belialith 22 hours ago
It;s so falkoning faunny tht he sings 'we got guns" aan awl that, and we don' t need them, nor do they need us. So! To make a long story short..... The best way to deal with such and such a ahhh, that situation, is to make, hahahha, men, instead of Boize, How 2 tieeeeeey deeeeeeeeeee, up l. Not a question about it. It is already done.. Toooooooooooop iy....Ali4nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnea//? POSESSION ! Shutup, I have a fibonacchi right scale to experience it.
Oh My Goodness, Those devils who WILL write through you, are the most interesting to observe. They don't seem to know a fucking
aLRIGHT I APPOLOGIXZE/ I've BEEN OVER DO? ING IT. tHANK YOU FOUR REMINDING ME, NOW SHUT THIS FUCKING UPPER CAPS DOWN. Summmmmer, time time time, oh, the livin is easy........
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ZarathustraDK 3 weeks ago
Am I the only one who think Brian's aging like a good wine? People grow up, deal with it, the only arrogance is people expecting antichrist superstar to stay his yelly self to the end of days. Those days are long gone, and so it'll be for you.
KirosWinstone 3 weeks ago (edited)
+ZarathustraDK
Absolutely, I think his music has really matured and he seems to be exploring new contemporary art styles and sounds. Loving his new album.
Jakuf 1 month ago
Just uploaded Nirvana's Nevermind.Check it out:https://youtu.be/iR8lCEewkqY
(And what's really freaky is that when I woke up this morning (night-time, I'm a night person right now) is that I went to look at my computer and this album was sitting there on my screen. Nirvana Nevermind. And the entrance point for that one was 44:18)
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So now.... to figure out what happened. Time to meditate.
Ok. Putting it together. While watching Michael Tsarion's Tarotscope videos I was thinking to myself, hey, maybe I should purchase a set of Tarot cards and start checking them out myself, and I was wondering what stores around here might sell something like that. So I was seriously thinking to go out and buy a deck.
Then when I was sitting on the toilet removing liquid waste, I suddenly had a picture show up in my head. I was watching one of those old fashioned trains, the wheels, turning round slowly and picking up speed. There's this bar across the wheels and it goes up and down and moves faster and faster as the train picks up speed. Then the picture disappeared. I was then trying to figure out what that symbol might mean. And since the word "train" was the only thing I could think, I figured it meant that I must train myself, train the mind and emotions, since that was a post I had written about earlier and of course that's what I thought it might be all about.
Later on that evening, I was on a site, and it was this one, the one I have copied into here, and I was writing. I had a very deep and important thought, and nonchalantly I was writing it into this place. But as soon as I began writing, everything started jamming up and messing around. I had to keep looking down at the keys of my keyboard because the words were not being spelled correctly and I wanted to make sure my hands were positioned correctly on the keyboard. But they seem to keep on moving out of position. It was getting frustrating because I couldn't write what I wanted to. And then I felt a presence because when I looked at the words I had just written which were correctly written, they had instantly changed right in my face. Those weren't the words I wrote. In fact, they were something totally different and they didn't make any sense, just garbled letters. So that's when I realized I wasn't the only one here. Another presence had moved in and was screwing around with what I was trying to write. Of course now I forgot what I was even going to write, I was having so much trouble just trying to type out ANY word! All the words I typed took so much energy and force of focus to write, that I just had to start laughing, because there was nothing else I could do. I just gave up trying to write it. That's when I wrote that message atop the one that's all garbled.
"Sweeties, they don't JUST manipulate the words you use,..."
And that was the end of that. I just went to go listen to some other music, which was Nirvana, Nevermind.
When I woke up today, that was the first thing on my mind and I wanted to find it so I could analyze it. But I couldn't find it. I thought I had put it in my blog. It was such an intense effort, which is what I usually put into my blog, but it was I finally found, only a response in Jakuf's site with the Marilyn Manson album The Pale Emperor.
Then things started flowing in my mind. I remembered that time when I was 21 years old and living in Toronto. It was Saturday and I didn't have to work that day so I went to the store around noon and bought a book that showed how you could read regular playing cards and find out everyone's past, future, and fortune. So I bought that book and a deck of regular playing cards. I went home, and Gregory was at work, so I read the book, then spread the cards on the desk and proceeded to read everyone's fortune that I could think of. I didn't think it would be so fun. I ended up the entire day reading everyone's I knew, fortune. I didn't even know what time it was....but then I began hearing this thudding sound under the house, which sounded like the subway, but I didn't live anywhere near the subway, so I thought to myself, what the fuck could this be? But since I couldn't do anything about it, I just kept on reading cards. Then I heard a screaming cat fight in the backyard. It was so loud! I took a short break to root for a cat, u know, having fun...and then I continued reading the cards. But oh my goodness, those screaming cats sound turned into the sound of metal screeching against metal. That's when I stopped reading cards. In fact that was the end of cards. It was about 10:00pm by that time. So the banging under the house which sounded like a train going past, began at around 9:30pm because I looked at the time. Then when the cats screaming turned into metal screeching against metal it was about ten o'clock in the evening...August, nice calm warmish night.
Then the sounds started turning really strange. It was like the sound of an elephant and then a bear, and a high pitched bird's sound, and all kinds of different animal sounds. And they were really LOUD. And in the midst of those sounds, once in a while, I would hear the sound of a man crying, and crying so deeply that his voice box fluctuated, like full of sorrowful emotion. So I could hear all these weird animal sounds and a man crying, alllll in my backyard! Ha! So I went outside and standing on the stairs I could feel such a thick oppressive feeling of electricity in the air. I almost stupidly dared to go down there when I remembered a dream my friend Tony had about me that he called to tell me about just a month previous, and told me to be careful. That's when I remembered his warning, "be careful." So I stopped walking down those few short stairs and just looked into the backyard from where I stood, and I saw that one tall lone evergreen tree in the middle of the lawn, and it had only one branch moving up and down on the tree, near the middle bottom of it. A steady up and down motion, and there was nothing to be seen in or on the tree, while the rest of the tree was dead still.
I went back inside, and because it was kind of oppressive and even a bit frightening to me, and I'm not frightened often, I decided to turn the radio on so I could listen to some music over all that noise.
The moment the radio was on, it was the sound of metal screeching against metal. I just listened for a while, kind of got freaked out about it and then switched through other stations and landed on this one which was a Pink Floyd tune, "Wish You Were Here." Fucking freaky. But I left it there anyway. After a while, after that song was done, I just shut the radio off and decided to listen to my backyard noise instead, to try and figure out what was happening. Anyway, a lot of things happened that night which I won't go into here. But the thing is, Gregory who always came home from work, never came home that night, nor did I even get a call from him telling me he would be late or whatever. I had to go through that entire night with strange noises all around my neighborhood, and deal with it. Finally early in the morning when it was sunny again...I saw my landlord out there in the yard and I went to him and asked whether he heard some weird noises last night. The first thing he asked me is, "are you religious," and I kind of like, duh, wondered what the hell does that all have to do with it, and because my parents said I was a roman catholic, I said to him, "yea," and he said, "oh those were raccoons, they always make weird sounds like that." So I left him thinking he was a little strange in the head, but, knowing I had my answer. It certainly wasn't any fucking raccoon that for sure.
And then Gregory came home and told me he had to work all night, that he didn't even have time to call. Or something like that. Then I told him what happened, and he was like, don't you EVER go near something like that again! That is dangerous stuff. Then he proceeded to tell me about how when he worked at very wealthy people's homes, he said how he saw in the middle of the marble floor a design of a pentagram or something, and he knew it was all evil stuff. The customer he and his crew were working for at the time, he said that his skin changed colour right before his eyes sometimes...he said it turned dark, and he told me that when a person's skin turns dark, it means they're evil, so you have to be careful of having any dealings with them. So after he bitched me out about things like that....I decided there was something really wrong with being with him because he was under the power of those things since he didn't even come home that night, let alone call. I figured I should move on. A week or so later, I moved to Ottawa. But those strange things followed me, and even in Ottawa weird things were happening all around me.
Anyway....lately, my friend Dan and I were sitting on the bench outside my home and looking at the stars, talking. When I went to the washroom and came back, he said, the weirdest thing just happened when I was gone, and he seemed scared. He told me that tree in front of him was waving at him, just one branch. There was no wind, no breeze. It was a warm, still, comfortable night. And so I proceeded to help calm him by telling him some of the stories I had encountered when trees were waving and there was no breeze out. I didn't tell him about the incident in Toronto, I didn't want to scare him, just ease him. So I went over to the tree and had fun. I took a branch in my hand and began waving it saying, hello, how are you, nice to meet you. That got him laughing. So that was the end of that.
But then a few days later, my long term part time lover comes over and tells me that when he and his dog were jogging back at his cottage in the country, down that lane, every single tree on each side of him had a branch that was moving, waving, but there was no breeze, and only one branch from each tree was moving up and down. He said it happened a few times, I think about on three different occasions? or was it two occasions? I forget what exactly he said. But I'll ask him when I see him again.
Then tonight, he called me to see whether I was a night or day person, and ended up telling me that it happened again, but differently. He said, as he was jogging, this time the dog was way behind him, he said all the way down the lane, one side of the lane a tree's branch was moving, and then further on the other side the branch was moving, and then on the other side, like a zig-zag motion. And he said it happened all the way down the lane, from one side to the other. And the first thing that I thought of was an old fashioned train, how they have that bar on the wheels and as the wheels turn the bar goes up and down....and it's a looooong train, it's a loooong lane on which Tim was jogging. Boom. Right there. That's when I understood that last night's trying to write on Jakuf's site where the Marilyn Manson video The Pale Emperor was on, I knew this all fitted together somehow.
But now...
How? And what does it mean?
Anyway, for me, the moral of the story is, do not buy any cards, Tarot or Playing Cards. I and they do not mix.
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About the unusual part (with purple text), check this out. If that isn't Alice in Wonderland, huh?
Fibonacci sequence
Medieval mathematician and businessman Fibonacci (Leonardo of Pisa) posed the following problem in his treatise Liber Abaci (pub. 1202):
How many pairs of rabbits will be produced in a year, beginning with a single pair, if in every month each pair bears a new pair which becomes productive from the second month on?
Oh and there's another thing I wanted to comment on. Yesterday I saw on g+ a comment by some guy on the Michael Tsarion's site. So I commented back wondering what was his idea saying something like that?
Well, what I think NOW, after all of this happened, is that he was trying to warn me not to buy a deck of Tarot cards, because that is what I had earlier decided I was going to do. But when I went to the site, I noticed Michael had deleted his comment from the site, and that got me upset because I was talking to the air when I answered, and he didn't delete my answer, so it was just weird. U know? This is the comment that guy wrote which Michael deleted.
REAL men think for themselves and will never be pathetic enough to need a deck of cards to do it for them. You immature teenagers follow Tsarion more than any intelligent educated grown men do anyway. You should
really grow up and stop being mind pimped by a Crowley supporting sack of Euro. trash like Tsarion.
And here's what it looks like without it:
UnslavedFilms 2 days ago
hod is on the pillar of severity, not mercy. made a small slip there.
Belialith 2 days ago
So what does that suppose to mean? I mean, give us your take on all this, in a nutshell. After all, I have found his work very enlightening, but I still had to do most of the work myself. Nevertheless, what is it about this guy that some people just seem to, uh...'hate?' him?
Mike Davino 2 days ago
+UnslavedFilms thanks.
Belialith 2 days ago
You know? That's what happened in my last few replies. I suddenly couldn't find them. But then I realize, you Michael Tsarion, have hidden them. So this guy who I just replied to in the sentence or two just above this one, doesn't make sense, since you have destroyed his comment...therefore there is no conversation that can even take place here. Perhaps I ought to delete my posts too, because they don't make sense replying to a ghost. I think that last guys comment that you removed, shows he is quite correct in his comprehension of you. And just because your work has been great and very helpful....eventually, a person's character is going to decide whether we stick around to listen to it or not. I also have been cheated by you. In many of my coments which I thought were innocent, but obviously there must have been something direly wrong with them that you had to remove them. It kind of is a power ploy over others. Only allowed to talk about what I want you to talk about because if you don't, I won't understand you possibly and therefore, can't handle the situation, and therefore everything just may get out of hand. As life does once in a while. So yea. When I first met you three or four months ago and began replying, to find all of my comments being maneuvered and even deleted by you...I felt kind of abused, even...used. If you want us to say specific things, could you please write out a manual so that we could study it, and then parrot it back so that you're not offended by what we say when you read back the manual you gave us to indoctrinate within ourselves? Please? Thank you.
Belialith 2 days ago
I know you have every right to delete comments. So I'll just leave this one here to give you the pleasure of "gonging" it out of existence. I like to see you enthusiastic.....happy....pleased.
And then etc. etc. whatever, nothing else to do with this. But there was another somewhere else who said something that made me stop to think there was something going on here. It was on a different site but Michael didn't delete his comment. So I'm wondering....
And I haven't played with cards, any kind of cards for fortune telling, since that time in Toronto. So I may have went to a couple of fortune tellers, but I never attempted it myself, ever, since that happened back then. And so for me to be thinking to even buy a deck of Tarot? could be inviting danger.
BUT, I'm going to tell you something. The WIERDEST thing about last night while writing in that place of the Pale Emperor video, was watching my words already written, suddenly change into something fucking strange, and then hearing like a silent or a telepathic giggle or laugh or something like that, as I observed. FREAKY STUFF!
