I'm conducting a little bit of research and needs some help.
I need ghost stories. Specifically, I need animal ghost stories--people who've seen the spirits of animals. I've read a lot of ghost stories in my life, but only a very small handful have involved animals of any stripe, and now I'm trying to collect a few that do.
So what do I need? I need your stories! If you've had a supernatural experience involving an animal, please comment and lemme know about it. If you're embarrassed (and I can understand that), feel free to leave an anonymous comment.
Anecdotal and second hand stories are fine (this happened to my brother's wife's cousin's daughter's hairdresser's nephew's plumber...) but please nothing from a book or published account. I want it to be something that happened to someone you know, not random stranger number seventy-one.
Crossposted a bit.
Hey, I'm using Enochian as a basis for a sociology class I'm in. I need to know what all books you recommend as quality, and if there are any you know of that are really on when it comes to the linguisitc aspect.
Thx
I need accounts or personal theroies:
*Planned or participated magickal combat, specifically attack or redirection techniques, "ju jit su magick" if you will.
*work done on others over distance
*work done on others without their knowledge
*work with curses
*work done to "transplant" part of yourself/ your aura to another.
Seriously, what are we doing? Why the hell are we Magi? So we can sit in stuff rooms and read? Get high for the sake of higher awareness? Petty theory and arguments? Fuckin get real, folks! We are fighting a war here! This world needs us! Why do you think there are more of us now then ever ever before? This world is crying for our gift! Laughter, kindness, dreams, joy! This is what we are, what we inspire, what we bring! When did you last chalk nonsense on the sidewalk, when did you last hug the smelliest stranger you could find, when did you intentionally lose something that you loved? When did you last whirl till you fell flat on your ass? well that is all fine and good, now go do it in the mall. What the fuck are we doing subverting if no one knows what things are supposed to be? Sigils and glitterbombs are all well and good, they create the atmosphere, but without us to populate it, it becomes meaningless.
A good magician plays to his audience, be it a tribal shaman doing Ifa or a street-corner sorceror
making anti-cop talismans out of tin can lids. Learn to juggle, dance, play Irish Stand-down; these are the
true siddhis. If you're really going to become a jumped-up little megalomaniac you might as well get a few
laughs while you're about it. Pass the Top Hat.
That is what it is about! Why the hell is it that i can smile despite bleeding to death inside? WE all have tragedy, but we can still smile at a flower, admire the stark beauty of it's color and aroma. Why we can look relieved at the site of an old friend, why we still enjoy the company of others, despite swearing that this is our last day on earth. In a metaphysical sense sure, but tomorrow mornin you are gonna roll that tubby ass out of bed and drag it to wherever you dragged it today, but on the way we smile and laugh. Why? Because we have hope? NO! FUCK NO!
WE ARE HOPE!
That is our gift. That is our charge.
CAsting sigils and summoning demons and creating weed-eating servitors is all well and good, but making some one smile.
Feeling alive.
Giving a stranger a hug.
Loving someone who needs it.
Showing the world that it is okay to dream.
Showing someone that they can be who they want to be.
That is true magick....
Now get out there, get to work.
We change lives, whether we want to or not. Start acting like it
