Thread: Flesh and Blood

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but powers, principalities, demons, archons, aliens, astral parasites, nightstalkers, vampyres, government agents, and all kinds of nasty shit."

- The Book of Mad Rebel

Are we, could we be, deeply embroiled in an ancient spirit war that began before the fucking dawn of time?

Tell me of your demons. Have your perceived such monstrosities beyond the edge of reality?

Has the Veil of Maya fallen?

Tell me of your terrors. Who or what inspires them?

Do you look around you, and see throngs of mind controlled meat puppets?

Is everyone around you going mad?

Welcome to the Apocalypse.

View the Blood Moon.

Don't Panic.

Ephesians 6:12

King James Version (KJV)

chapter 6 verse12) - *

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but

against principalities,
against powers,
against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness in high places.

So it's got to be true (hehehe)

Seriously WakingNomad

On the 11-11-11 at 6:30am on a forum I posted a dream for a private psi dream contest. Months later, After i saw Pictures of you, I knew the good looking man in the bed was you WakingNomad.

Then in January 16, last year I asked the moderator to locate that dream for me. I knew the original post number was 9595. This was his reply and this post number is 9099

Here is your dream:

False awakening

My bed wakea me up. I am fully clothed, asleep, on top of a double bed. The bed is pleasantly trembling. As I awaken the trembling gets stronger.

Now the bed rocks onto its left legs to right legs and back again several times then stops and goes quiet so I get up.

This bed is twice the size of my real bed but some-how I accept it as reality. I decide to push it under my window and it moves too easily, wieghtlessly.

A TV on top of a four-foot chest of draws starts rocking. Maybe it is possesed so I reach out my hand to deliver it. I put my hand on it and say, "In Jesus Name" and it comes to rest and seems at peace.

I look back at my big white bed and there is a good looking young man under the white sheets and doona.

"That's cheeky",

I think to myself.

I wake him and he tries to kindly massage my arms but I insist he leave.

As I get him out the door, by way of appology I tell him, "I am 'A' sexual" and I hope he understands that I am not attracted, sexually, to either sex.*

I am in my 18 year old body because my arms and hands are like they were when I was young. I noticed that when I laid my hand on the rocking TV to set it free.

A mobile is ringtoning. I go to the bed and pick up a phone. I think it is mine but it opens like a book so I realise it must belong to the guy who was in my bed so I leave my room to find and give it to him.

There's a bit more but I think that is enough. I HOPE my dream hit.*

When I was 17 to 24 I was the "casting-out the devil" type Christian. I am 55 this year. I have not been a practicing Christian for 30 years.

Originally Posted by havago

Ephesians 6:12

King James Version (KJV)

chapter 6 verse12) - *

So it's got to be true (hehehe)

Seriously WakingNomad

On the 11-11-11 at 6:30am on a forum I posted a dream for a private psi dream contest. Months later, After i saw Pictures of you, I knew the good looking man in the bed was you WakingNomad.

Then in January 16, last year I asked the moderator to locate that dream for me. I knew the original post number was 9595. This was his reply and this post number is 9099



When I was 17 to 24 I was the "casting-out the devil" type Christian. I am 55 this year. I have not been a practicing Christian for 30 years.

This is really tripping me out. When I was more skilled at RV'ing (from practicing a lot) I tested out my skills on the phone with a friend in Norasth Carolina on the East Coast of the US, and I was in Hawaii. I RV'ed his house. I went inside, and I said, "I see something disturbing on the TV." (one of many hits that conversation.) He said, "The TV is not on, but I drew something disturbing on the screen in the dust with my finger."
"What?"
"A two-breasted horned demon."
"Yes, that is disturbing."

Years later, I found out that demon he drew was fokken Baphomet, the god of the Freemasons.