manifesting the right dealer.
another tale geared towards the quest of finding the right person to get drugs from, but is the Man all he seems to be, or is he the messiah?
another tale geared towards the quest of finding the right person to get drugs from, but is the Man all he seems to be, or is he the messiah?
out of Context;
‘I let it distract me from who I really am, I let the decent things I am sometimes capable of move me to let go, and then I become the prick I really am… distrustful and distasteful in all my manners with respect to other human beings… will I be like this until I die, or will I learn without hurting myself or others?…’
fate but no fate in a time with no time… as we are all together once and for all… the divine will to be resides within each of us, and the potency of honest unity altogether can be what scares us into clutching ourselves above all else…
Anyway, on the verge of throwing up my own site about the demonic fields (Ahrimanic and Luciferian forces) which have been growing in strength [go ahead, Khet, tell your theory on where Hitler’s soul juice went to] and opposition to the Good Guys [the Authorities and their numbers, who cannot intervene except when one knocks on that door and approaches without fear], I have been researching earlier mention of these etheric entities which we live alongside, and who milk us for our etheric energy.