Archons

Do they exist?
If so, where? Are they purely the astral realm, or do they take fleshy shape?

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I get they tend to impose themselves at key astral locations.
They exist but aren’t the most known beings.

It makes sense that they would do that. What would be key astral locations?

#-o

How is this on a philosophy forum?

How is this on it?

ā€œMichel de Nostredame, whom most English-speakers call Nostradamus, was a Christian, but was no prophet, and neither was he a child of God through unconditional trust in the Word of God. For he had nesting in his mind what the Spirit of God calls a familiar spirit.

That destructive spirit fed him things to write about: entities and events things which Satan incorrectly remembers from when he stood before the Tapestry of Cosmological History before he was booted out from the presence of the Most High. Familiars are used to deceive and destroy human souls, by leading them away from the Spirit and Truth of Godā€

The poles of planets, moons and stars, i think.
North pole, south pole. Also in the center,
directly between the two poles.

They’ve fucked with me before i think but only when i was on el cocaina. Quick black flashes of shredded cape corners (like dude in the pic up there) in my peripheral vision like ghosts staying just out of sight but not totally. But these could be something other than Archons. I might be too uninteresting for a boss level like that. May be just jinn or souls in limbo wandering the erf, i dunno.

I don’t know if they were good guys or bad guys, though. Finally, i decided they weren’t good guys because good guys wouldn’t contribute to making a human paranoid (even if the purpose was to scare him and get him off the drug). One of my arguments for the impossibility of revelation through supernatural effects; a benevolent god would not present evidence of its existence that way.

So it was either bad spirit guys just fuckin with me… or… trying to encourage me, entice me to want to find out more. In essence, putting me through something to show me something cool. So I’d take a bigger hit… and out they would come even more.

I did this experimentally for a while like a crazed cross between Hunter S. Thompson and Aldous Huxley. Documenting my experiences and their bizarre nature.

Communion with the spirits? Advance stage of el cocaina psychosis? You decide.

Oh and there were electrical disturbances when this shit happened sometimes. Fans cutting off, flashlight turning off, surge protector blinking, crazy shit.

Either i was doing this or whatever was doing it.

Theory: the creature is unable to affect force enough to move objects but can manipulate objects at an electrical level (electrons, etc).

Wait, that’s it! What i was seeing were the NazgĆ»l! That’s exactly what happens when you take a big-ass blast. It’s like putting the Ring on, and everything around becomes distorted and looks just like it did to Frodo. That dark grey blue shadow world where things appear to be wisping around without definitive boundaries. That’s when they come for you.

Could Tolkien have smoked some cookback? How else could he have described what i see so perfectly?

Some things are best not to be discussed publicly.

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On the contrary… not that he was attempting to prove his existence, but… 1 K 22:20-21.

And consider how many people wrestled, debated, negotiated with him. Also consider that most people thought they were going to die when they had an experience with him, whether they wrestled, debated, negotiated, or not. And even the false/pagan prophets knew better than to misrepresent the words he told them to speak, regardless how the powerful would react to not hearing what they wanted to hear.

If that all seems really strange to you, maybe you should read the Bible? ā€˜Cause there’s way weirder stuff than that in there that completely obliterates your assumption.

I have no time for such tedious games of hide and seek, least of all with a god and his minions.

I feel like we’re in a movie where the appropriate response is, ā€œArmegeddon it is, man,ā€ followed by a shrug.