I wasn't given a choice to learn sorcery

BreaknBrix said:

It's clear you never spent a day in prison.
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Especially in the good old US of A where dudes are serving 20+ years for crossing a state line with some ecstasy meanwhile his cellys serving 8 years for killing his girlfriend. The US prison industrial complex will devour you whole. It will spit you out and you'll feel meaner than you can imagine. Half the dudes are in there for drugs serving ridiculous amounts of time cause some politicians wanna get rich off the poor rather than rehabilitate anyone. There's some poor mfkr right now serving LIFE without parole cause he LENT HIS CAR to some friends then WENT TO SLEEP. While he was SLEEPING his friends robbed someone for weed, killed a girl.... and that dude who lent the car is now serving LIFE w/out parole. That's the cruel, evil and twisted joke of a system that our tax dollars are funding.

/end rant

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JustUs said:

To start this out, though I look like a white man, I am a card carrying wagon burner registered with the Mattaponi in Virginia. I live in Utah.

Several years ago, one of the local shamans asked me to attend a dream quest for one of his students. This dream quest took place in Parowan, Utah about 400 miles south of me and in Parowan Gap near the petroglyphs. We had shamans that came from all over the country, and from as far away as New York to attend this dream quest. Wendy, the student and seeker of the dream sat in a cave a few miles from where we had set out camp up. Wendy was in that cave for seven day and nights without food or water. On the eighth day we held a pow wow, and that night a drum and peyote circle. All of that eighth day we imbibed peyote tea and ate buttons. I refrained from the drum circle as I had to drive several people back to Salt Lake City the next morning. I did take part in the sweats, the tea, and the buttons.

The next morning, we loaded up those that had to return to SLC and began the return journey. The entire time we were leaving Parowan Gap almost hurricane force winds kept trying to knock the car off the road and into a gorge on the side of the road. After defeating the force of the Gap, we reached I-15 to SLC. About ten miles further on, the car began to have electrical problems. I stopped several time to attempt to trace the problem down, had no luck but kept the car running at about ten MPH. After a few hours, the car began proper operation. Home sweet home I thought. about 30 miles further one, we were caught in an uncharacteristic and unseasonal blizzard. Then for no reason, the heater on the car cut out, the transmission dropped to first gear, the windshield wipers stopped working, and I had to force the drivers window down to stick my head out and drive the car. This went on for about two hours. Then the blizzard ended and the car returned to normal function and the remaining journey to SLC was uneventful.

The people I had as passengers knew that the spirits of Parowan Gap did not want me, or them to leave. I used force of will and intent of purpose and silence to accomplish the goal of returning to SLC unharmed.

@pewep, the reason I am sharing this with you, is to provide some background for some harsh words for you. You either do, or you do not; you do not talk your way through difficult times. When you have to talk about something to accomplish it, then you have not taken the journey.

And, incidentally, under the influence of peyote, I have not seen any thing like the fantasies you relate. I am also an ex member of a Crowlian order.

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Zwielicht said:

Tell me if you need any help with that magick site. We can write spell books that require expensive products on the site like a "ghost in a jar" and a fresh toe nail clipping of your target for a love spell.

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BreaknBrix said:

It's clear you never spent a day in prison.

Maybe an overnighter in county for being drunk and disorderly. But I can tell by the way you write you don't know nothing about serving time. First, nobody... and I mean NOBODY calls their cellmate a "roommate". Cause you're not locked in a "room". Rooms have pretty rugs, furniture, mirrors, tables, windows you can open ... etc. Cells are reinforced CONCRETE AND STEEL. 6' X 9' big. And in NJ county jails there's always 3 people in a cell. It's the most densely populated state in the US and like many facilities it suffers from overcrowding. So you had 2 people on a bed and 1 person on the FLOOR right by the shitter.

If you happened to get the floor spot then you had to sleep 2 ft from where people had to shit. If the person on the toilet didn't courtesy flush properly... the person on the floor mat would get up and put your head in the toilet. That's the 1st thing you learn in prison or jail. "Courtesy flush" doesn't mean "flush 1 time". It means "keep flushing till the smell is gone". It means ask your cellys if you need to flush more. You show respect to get respect.

Also, to call someone your "roommate" is to indirectly say, "I never spent a day in prison". Cause like I said prisons don't have rooms and beds. They have cells and mats.

You say I'm "complicating things" cause you don't understand a thing about prison politics. If you were ever shipped to state prison calling people your "roommate" you'd become a target immediately. People would know it was your 1st time in. They'd know you're not familiar with prison lingo or politics. And they might not beat your ass for it but someone would definitely correct you or steal your shoes. Even a decade after you got out you'd still know not to call cellys "roommates". Cause it downplays the reality of what serving time is really like. Something pewep can do cause he wants to sound cool.

But when you're facing 7 years, 10 years, 20 years... the days drag by. I've seen time break down the strongest mfkrs alive. 5 days feels like 5 months. 5 months feels like 5 years. It's no Cool Hand Luke type shit. It's modern gang warfare, crips, bloods, saints, westside, eastside, northside, southside, myside, yourside.... you gotta know where the fuck you are, where you stand and what you're doing every minute you're locked up. There ain't nothing easy or fun about it. Nothing you're gonna meditate through cause someone will stomp or shank your ass while you're busy spacing out or trying to run spells on them.

I wanna make sure younger guys are aware. Serving time ain't cool. It's not easy. It's not fun. It's no place for anyone to be.

Especially in the good old US of A where dudes are serving 20+ years for crossing a state line with some ecstasy meanwhile his cellys serving 8 years for killing his girlfriend. The US prison industrial complex will devour you whole. It will spit you out and you'll feel meaner than you can imagine. Half the dudes are in there for drugs serving ridiculous amounts of time cause some politicians wanna get rich off the poor rather than rehabilitate anyone. There's some poor mfkr right now serving LIFE without parole cause he LENT HIS CAR to some friends then WENT TO SLEEP. While he was SLEEPING his friends robbed someone for weed, killed a girl.... and that dude who lent the car is now serving LIFE w/out parole. That's the cruel, evil and twisted joke of a system that our tax dollars are funding.

/end rant

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pewep said:

You know, one of the (many) reasons I don't want to be part of any sort of organized group apart from my current friends is because there seems to be an inappropriate relationship with spirits.
The reason I'm telling you this is because if you really are interested in walking this path, you should be very, very clear not to be subservient to any entity.

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wadehel said:

damn, i started to love pewep. did you just put a spell on me?

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