Who’s this addressed to–me or Ecmandu?
the one who’s body is ready. the one whom daemons enter…freely.
Let’s just imagine for a moment that there is no such thing as the “spirit world”.
What would that mean in terms of your imagination, and the wish-fulfilment upon which this pet theory of yours is based?
Er… uh… well, according to my delusions, that could be me. And what do you mean by “freely”?
I don’t think I’ve ever been possessed–at least, not for any lengthy duration of time–but I’ve always felt I’ve got a spirit who accompanies me–a “daemon” as you say.
Well… let me put this in perspective for you. I once said that death was my teacher… and then I was walking down the street one day and a fellow said “hi” to me, and we sat and talked for a bit. Anyways, fast forward to a few months later, I was with a woman with whom I decided to do a crossword puzzle with (even though I can do them in my head, I generally don’t tell people this, and use a pen instead) anyways… all of a sudden, I realized as she began to glow and her arm, stretched out to the newspaper, that the newspaper itself was communicating with me… and several weeks later it told me to listen to the radio in very emphatic terms, and so I did, and then I realized the radio was communicating with me, and both the newspaper and the radio burned my heart, but anyways, back to the fellow I met… he was on the street corner one day, and I walked up to him and said I had a strange life, and he said as a perfect quote, “I know you have sir, you have the paper and the radio, don’t lose the paper and the radio.” I never told anyone about this. But he knew. I was with people who met him… so he was not a hallucination. Anyways, shortly after, a being came into my body and informed me that my marks were taken away, I had these 4 white dots in a row on my abdomen, I lifted up my shirt and they had vanished completely. Then the fellow who I met on the street, who is about the scariest person you could ever meet, bowed to me on the corner one day, and said “The crown wears heavy sir”. He was missing a front tooth and told me to call him “Fred”, but told me that if he told me who he was he’d have to kill me, and I asked if he wanted to kill me and he said “No”. But things got even stranger after that because not only did I have the paper and the radio, but the television started communicating with me as well, and then people started turning into robots and communicating with me on a vast scale… and I was in hell. Then i started to become a telepath, but not an ordinary telepath, I can holds trillions of beings in my head at once, and communicate with all of them…
This fellow I met on the street one day, well one day I was walking by and he was sitting on a chair with a table, and a double shot glass on the table, he asked if I wanted to drink it, and I picked it up and drank it, it was ice cold water, and then he pulled out his social security card and it said 666 on it, and then I was reading an apocrapha book about drinking the cold water of death, and feeling tempted by the power of it. I am still psychically connected with Fred even though we don’t live in the same city anymore, he told me I could read his mind when we had met on several occasions… once another man met me, and called himself a pervayer of psycho-logic, (soul logic) and said, "You will one day think you should have sex whenever you want it, that you should get it out of your system and then smirked when he talked about having 3 daughters… and then said I’d call him my Lord one day, now in Buddhism Mara has three daughters, and once we continued to walk we passed Fred and Fred smirked at him and said in a sarcastic tone “Hello High Lord” and the other man looked very scared, and he turned back to me and said, “Fred will shoot you one day!” and walked away. When I met the fellow who might have been Mara, it was very eerie, the entire city was clear of people on the street, and when I walked to the cafe, he was the only person sitting there… EVERYONE in the city was in their homes except me and him, even the servers were gone… we had some very eerie discussions together. But I have literally seen blocks of people turned into robots… one of my most memorable experiences happened when I stepped out my apartment one dusk, and the entire block was people just frozen with their heads towards the ground, and as I started to walk down the street, everytime i passed someone, they looked up at me and said Hi Jason, and then looked back down to the ground… about 120 people I had never met, and then i arrived at the cafe and everything normalized.
To put this in some context, I was living across the country before I moved to this city, and “randomly” met a girl who had just moved from the city I was about to move to, and she used to work at the Cafe where all of this took place and I met some of these people, including Fred, and she told me when I move to the city I was moving to, I MUST stop by this cafe, she used to work there and said it was the best in town. Then I moved, and it was 3 blocks from where I moved to.
Anyways, you’ll know when you’ve been possessed… there’s zero ambiguity about the issue.
Then she must be talking about you.
Thanks for sharing your story, but it’s still coming across as merely anecdotal. I’ve heard many stories like yours from many people (although your’s is one of the more elaborate ones), but they’ve only ever been stories, never direct experiences I can call mine. I don’t know what this says about me and my relation to the world.
Oh it’s only a fraction of my story that’s this immense… the thing about Fred is that he was an old man when I met him (though I’ve seen him shape-shift before) and he said to me when we first met, “Oh, you’re being kind to an frail old man” - this is the scariest person I have ever met on earth. We actually hugged one day and shook hands… but he told me once that he was not a nice person. He was really angry about his body (though loved his hair when he was younger - long flowing locks of red) he said to me, “This is the body they gave me sir”.
I’ve met some REALLY scary ass people in my life, and Fred tops the list, he can make you’re entire body feel pure fear and terror on a whim… he meets you, you don’t meet him, that’s something else I figured out about him. Everything is highly calculated and symbolic with him, and he’s not afraid of how he looks in public at all when he’s visiting you. One time he waited in a grocery store for me, and just stood there at the entrance inside the store, and controlled me to look at a magazine named Orion magazine… then a few years later, I was in one of my deepest hells when Venus traversed the killing bow of Orion’s arrow in the sky.
There’s something else about the paper I forgot to mention… I was scared of the paper, so I stopped reading it, and for a year and a half, I didn’t touch it, and then I decided to try to see if it was fixed… and I turned to the crossword puzzle, and the clue for 1 across was a certain city, and that’s all I could do after all my trauma from the paper… I read the solution for the day before and it was talking about Fred… anyways, I found out the next day that I was moving to that city. 1 across for a paper I hadn’t read in a year and a half, and that was the synchronicity.
Ecmandu,
Is there anything I can do to induce a paranormal experience like the one’s you’ve had? Something that would convince me of their reality? Or am I stuck listening to anecdotal stories like yours for the rest of my life?
You probably don’t want the ones like I’ve had, so consider yourself lucky. You can have good synchronicities, but I’m not sure how to induce them… perhaps you can try focusing on the concept of synchronicity, reading books about it etc… But honestly, I can’t tell you how to have these experiences, so I can’t guarantee that will work. I just figure logically, that if you focus on synchronicity really hard, you might begin to have them.
Gib, I read this when I was in my mid teens… it was in my book collection before I got rid of it…
amazon.com/Synchronicity-Sci … 0812693043
I think there’s a pdf on the net as well…
Thanks Ecmandu, looks like an interesting read.
Honestly, I don’t think I’m meant for this stuff. I’m a spiritual person, but if there are paranormal experiences to be had, I think I’m barred from them. I suppose it’s meant to be.
If you want to experience Ecmandu’s “experiences”, either get schizophrenia, deprive yourself of sleep for 5 days, or drink 711 frozen “slurpee” cola late at night.
You’re being a douchbag Trixie. You think you know soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, but you really don’t.
Is drugs up there on the list?
Actually, people fear of talking about paranormal happenings in their life is understandable, no one wants to be perceived as a kook!
The sad fact is, that unbalanced people, by the sheer nature of the imbalance, tend to be more open to whoever is out there psychically speaking. I share this trait with a lot of people who have had this sort of experience, and I could list a whole bunch , if it wasn’t for the fact that most of itmismextremely personal. that they exist, I have by now no doubt, but let me re-affirm again, it takes one to know one, people who have had no experiences like this, would not be able to believe any of it, regardless of honest personal anecdotes, present and documented.
it is the same who doubt Christ’s miracles, his message, and any and all Mystics, Prophets, Hermits,Saints, or whomever. the literature is just too loaded here, and all of them can not be wrong. there is such a thing as a community of souls, and I believe in this as I am writing this, and it is with this knowledge in mind,nth at I will bravely march into the other-world. the Tibetan Book of the Dead, is also a document to be regarded with more than just passing fancy. it’s reading very much corresponds to NDE’s documented by a Dr. Moody, and some other researchers at Duke university.
I have personally met a noted researcher, who too. Had no doubt about it, his specialty being studies I dolphin communication.
at bottome, admitting that all these, including William James have persevering beliefs in other tha. This here life, the thought that the mind may generate its own energy, which may hold together in a gestalt, even after the demise of the body. Kirilian photography has recorded images of such.
Jung, the psychologist has attested to occult phenomena in many of his writings, and the list goes on and on. Could all these people simply base their views simply in the idea that all contentions about spirituality is merely a wish fulfillment based on death anxiety and fear? Perhaps, but mostly no. it would reek of a dishonesty, which no amount of academics could forgive, therefore the entertainment of such views have not been completely been dismissed. there is a wait and see attitude about it, that perhaps such things may have some meaning in some level.
Even if I had not personally experienced such, the amount of literature would make me stop and ask myself, whether, to some people this may be a possible way of experiencing reality. I would give them the benefit of doubt, as I do toward trying to understand God. At the lowest times in my life I have never become an absolute atheist, but retained the sense of the agnostic. have gone beyond it, and I am almost totally convinced.
Demons might be real, supernatural occurences might be real, but the idea that in the afterlife we sit around chit-chatting with randoms and experiencing their lives and judging them? Sillyness.
Why is it more or less silly than demons?
Because there is some concievable goal and purpose of demon (inter)activity. They spread memes, ideas, values.
Whilst the (after)life Ecmandu mentions seems like a misnomer, it is a continuation of life. And spreading of old memes, silly human idealogies, not to spread or continue life, but as a means to judge other humans, judging them by using their own inferior memes and judging bias. Rather than an upgrade of memes, it seems like a degradation of them, a filthy orgy of memes in which the outcome to assume the lowest common denomination of memes. And after the filthyness is over, what then? There is no propogation, no evolution, only de-evolution, only time spent experiencing filthy lives, judging people using their own inferior memes, to accumulate inferior memes by means of inferior memes.
The very idea of judging a creature is an inferior meme.
Do we judge a lion for raping another lion? Perhaps we should also judge insects, spiders for killing another spider? One does not judge a chimpanzee, the very act of judging another primate IS the behavoir, attitude of a chimpanzee.
Humans are a primate. Humans do unpleasant things, and their lives are usually unpleasant. Do we condemn an angry austrian painter to hellfire because he had a miserable life, and made other primates miserable along with himself? To do so would be a waste of time, and morally idiotic.
Even stupider would be to have to live through his life and relive his misery. If we judge a humans life to be unpleasant, we simply do not live it. It is not a punishment for them. Punishing primates for acting like primates is an inferior meme, if we do not wish to live the misery we do not experience it ourselves, in order to “judge” simply a sum of parts, which is simply idiocy and an inferior primate meme.
Why would we spend the afterlife living out filthy primate lives, and judging them by their own filthy primate standards? Such grotesque afterlife ideologies and mythologies you would find in a culture of primates.
It’s a shame that ALL your posts reflect that you are utterly consumed by this meme.