The Adventurers Guild of Windhelm presents

A Guide to dealing with the 🐙 like a Ninja
That Morning Song
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ossify

Uploading today’s ‘random’ Symbol Pick. Fingers Crossed, Praying to the KSEB Gods.

Ossify: to become hardened or conventional and opposed to change so easy for the mind to ossify and generous ideals to end in stale platitudes

Some people be too ossified Arrrrrr for change… Shiver me Timber, lasses!

New Term: Vamipric-Veiling: I woke up feeling all acidic and Ironish (Mars) outside (just skin deep); it’s harder to veil the Core; it’s a ‘Game’ challenge for them now: actually their higher hierarchies have been doing it for years. A passer-by who can only penetrate skin-deep energy will automatically fall into the veiled narrative of my presence being Mars-ish; some may have a makuti-ed rudimentary understanding of Aries. In India, Mars is Mangala or the Auspicious; one aspect that is present in all, even the gentle Sparrow folk. The Elemental Purification ritual will mitigate some of the veiling effects, but veiling can also be done in broad-daylight (Rishikesh Boss-Fight Blitz) with just as much effect.

Shadows (unannounced/uninitiated) Warning Horn:

The Pooter Wars: An Account by (m)Oney DickinSon (Aka The Idli Effect in the Vata Dosha Grandha)
playlist while i Android(borrow) upload

[ I don’t use a phone out of principle and because of some occult reasons] This will be explained in detail in the Game Gameplay when Octopuses (Social aggregates) are involved in the Shaman Fights of the ‘1 Player/Co-Op (n players) versus (10-100000[increase 0s depending on context] Players’ variety. My music player is rigged in Real Land… in Imagination land, everything Hooman and Animal-Controllable-Too-Wargs-CatRiders is rigged. Up the chain the ‘rigged’ becomes a part of the song controlled by the Principalities in ‘Their=Our’ Cosmic ExperienceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeSSSSSss.

Please do not think of that Troll Sankaranarayanan Sundara Pandian when you listen to this song
The spiritual kiss between the Family and the Infant… In that sense, you shplunkens… I read this during sunrise-time and marked the kite.

Distinguishing between the Real and the Illusionary

Wave 2 readerSsss might remember the post that got a lot of sarcasa-claps concerning the stories in the tummy and the nature of interpretation in safe ways. Let me first expand on what I mean by ‘safe ways’. Let’s pretend you’re driving to your office; suddenly a Cow jumps over the Sun. John Travolta is in the Shotgun seat. He sees the Cow as well but denies its reality. You on the other hand think that It is a sign from God. But you’re smart enough to understand, like a Motherfucker, that if you tell your gangbangin’ colleagues about the Cow, Travolta is not going to be on your side. So you choose to stay sane so that you can keep doing the Iniquitous Job that pays for the Royale Cheese 250 Milligrammer. But inside, you cherish the Cow like your Mamma’s tits are a part of Her udders feeding and wiping your infant ass. We have the purpose of Storytelling, not just to an elite order of Mages who hold-in their farts 24X7. Bad Motherfucker has a System that works: A Higher Truth inside and an interface to deal with the Travoltas and TraffordsesWalletsezMyPrecious.

So you had a dream where you saw the World burn… and you burned as well, only to be reborn. It ‘felt’ (chitta was high: Elevation) cosmic; the dream was with you during Ikea shopping, even as you chewed on those McDonald Swedish Meatballs. Happens; you’re not going to consciously change your life because of one 1/0 budget dream. A few months later on Salvia, you hear voices say “You’ll meet your parents”. No big deal, Sally; hallucinations and voices are normal in the ‘Herb’-experience. A day or two before you take Ayahuasca you hear a voice say “Ask (her) for Shiva”. Sure, Psychics and Old-School Hypnotists and Psychologists can do that. I’m not going to change my Reality-Model just based on some non-sensory inputs. Then you have Ayahusca, expecting to meet Madre Ayahuasca; Masha met her too, she had claimed. Easy Peecee. You expect a voice that will be a projection of your own subconscious… you expect a hallucination; at the very least a trip down the rabbithole and back into reality in tact. But… a Real Person… Real Motherly Energy… Chitta Incomparable…[6 hours or so journey: to the Gods… to the Underworld…. here…there… shaman’s wife grabs your dick….]. Wooof! They’re real, but I’m not really sure how I can change myself because I know of no other way. The next morning you wake up home… you see an image of Christ crucified in the area of the Third Eye (Parisian Mysteries) on your TV screen. The Tower got the news. Who does one tell this all to? Not Masha or the Local Priest (‘that low-caste’ bastard). You question your sanity. You start reading Books to make sense of the experience. You also notice that reality is different; you have Powers now, subtle to the uninitiated eyes, conspicuous to those-who-see. You start building a bridge when you figure out all the Heroes are dead or in hiding. 6 or so year later you begin to project your visions into Space and into the Sky and Stones and Jpegs: You are the Storyteller.

Now for the illusion part: You fight against the World Vampiric Order. They are more amused, than frightened, at first, anyway. They send you dreams where they simulate Gods without success (chitta is shit even if Imagination Land Special Effects are of High-Quality). Illusion, not just because of the chitta, but also because the narratives do not conform to your current Metaphysical understanding of Reality. The Others are easily swayed and manipulated… how those Agents possess anyone in the Matrix: so Real. What’s more accurate is that the Agents exploit the weaknesses of those you interface with, affecting your Living Simulated-Reality. Their actions and opinions are real, but are based on illusionary/false narratives. Fortunately, you are empowered to deal with such a Mythical-level adversary. As your inner understanding of Reality becomes more clear, you accept the adversary as a part of the Same Source mirroring our collective beings… for a Song, if you may.

Some may call it

but it is the High-Road we will all eventually take in our Cosmic-evolution/involution into Higher Spheres of Being. It’s going to be easier now that we have a Map and Bestiary.

[The Octopus]

As you begin to live your Truths, often in opposition to the standards of acceptable-states-of-social-being, you will start to notice the tentacles of the Octopus. A random homeless person might approach you and ask you to not take on Pride Because of The__. Dreams will be poisoned with altered-narratives. Facebook posts will be loaded with double meanings. Some people, you consider your friends, may also appear to be like Agents. You will one day learn how anyone can be possessed, even you, to taint the meanings of what is really going on.

You may be eating out at Tekka, when a group of ‘inner-friends’ invade a spot and double speak throughout the dinner with ‘Reverse-BrainDrain’, ‘Witch’… Good thing you love Music and can sync to a better World of Gold. After all, the ‘adversary’ has infinite Money, a reservoir of Mana, and the Power to give People ‘the Truth’ pill or Covid-109. You will notice that the people that you meet are mostly Minions; they will attempt to make you lose your faith in Humanity or develop subconscious mistrust towards a particular race. But how can you forget the Initiation Test they gave you?

Not only do you become a Pariah, But also a Prey of Amusement for the Get Duked! Earls of VataHelm.

Ah, that was 6 or so years ago… I did not get a Relic [some relics were stolen] … No running was involved, at all. The BoogeyMan may have to Run.

But

To be fair, the only time I ran was in Varanasi when I figured out Corina Ingram style direct Mind-Control is possible for days… I moved from Internal Martial Arts to Kenpo; it helped, without any requirement for Violence. The Tower likes to be Amused and follow Rules in the Hunt because they want to keep things marginally less unfair
The Art Project began with a Roar… lives were derailed, yes (Grammar Nazis were offended to the Core…Sorry…Hashmap kejiyee; Jiya Jale Jaan Jale Zinta Jale Maap Keejiyee)… blood was spilled indirectly, yes; but the purpose wasn’t Violence, but that of Storytelling; it was good enough to fund Billion Dollars worth of Entertainment Serbian Film Simulations; Gods watching, and Intervening Directly, of course. I mean, how do you fight a group of Witches trained in the Jungles of Amazon for decades with the ability to conjure Demons of Bright-Red variety. 1 Player Versus 50-100(0) Players and their Demons in the Abyss.

On a positive note, this Shed-Boy got some Trillion Dollar training Lvling up to adversaries who are ready to go all-the-fucking-way thrown at Him; not to mention, the stories I can tell my kids.

The look on David Nyzinski’s face when he saw Auswitch for the first time. In his dreams, he played a less intimidating Jack-the-Ripper who spews Tar in London.

Took your mask off, Esukhia Boy. See how bytes change Reality with a few ‘clicks’ [GramHarhar Nazi Chk()ing]? Navras Googling QuackQuacking into non-intuitive grammar rules. [Easy Solution:King’s Road Shortcuts filled with poo]

When shit started to hit the fan right into Mr. Wednesday-Human-Delegate-Tower’s face, they tried to pull the Ol’ MexICan Trick

Let’s Veil Joker but with the version played by a talented Bennu Bird. He makes us laugh, unlike the Joker….. hihihi {fart jokes of Kindergarten Order]

[You know how Cartman has ‘lots and lots of Powers’ in that Ninja Episode… Remember Mytery Men. One of the Attk DmgHigh has been successfuly used against Vampires … But Jimmy ‘Newar Mountain’ The King of Thamel is still the Lvl 99 Master… My Sol shook like an Amanita Muscaria dancing to the storm, and I’m an Alchemist]

I don’t think it’s the Great Mother’s sense of humor that caused this. You know how you can smell the Healing Fountain. Let’s go there and see how it fares”

5 minutes loadroll-ing time:

Und your talent, Hans Zimmermann

https://archive.org/details/IsisSophia :: Magical Synchronization Time. If you read the earlier waves carfeully, you will know that the Smell Tanmatra does not exactly correspond to the Earth Element. You smell things with the Foundation of Earth… taste is intimate but with the foundational-requirement of having to draw food in.

Here with the Teddy Bear:

Phew… Turning Jpeg into Gif Miracle. Where’s the Wine, Amazon.in?

It’s True that with the right perception even your memories of the Best times reflect Francium.

Investigate the Victims and Evaders of their TurnScapeGoatIntoPedophile-Spell [yo, Seth Rogan and others: you know those shots they will pause at while others send strange chitta energy] #VeryVeryFuckedUpTheTowerandShedTowers. Catch them all, Pokemon Master!

Let’s internalize again

This must be a very hard song to perform Live, eh? Maynard “Bob Marley wannabe…” WHAT WHAT WHAT! (Kyle Mom’s Voice)

They ruined a really good song with a bad title… read ‘Maynard’s A Dick’: Sing Along

Verse 1]
It’s all an open center
Opens up and lets the wind lift him away
It doesn’t have to feel like a woman
It’s just a place that feels right with him
Kinda like the way you’re breathing
I kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard’s a dick
Maynard’s a dick
Maynard’s a dick
Maynard’s a dick

[Verse 2]
There’s a shyness found in reason
Apprehensive influence swallow away
You seem to feel abysmal take it
Then you’re careful grace for sure
Kinda like the way you’re breathing
Kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on
Glide a mile just six inches? at a time on Maynard’s a dick (vs Bob Marley’s dick <Tower has a list of real approved-measurement-standard Dick sizes, yes> )
Maynard’s a dick
Maynard’s a dick
Maynard’s a dick
[Verse 3]
Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Put it right on top of your forehead
Took you out in the back of the toolshed
Now you know what you’re fucking with… Maynard’s a dick!
Maynard’s a dick!
Maynard’s a dick!
Maynard’s a dick…

Lord Peeley and David Nyzinski put on Mouthspray…. some Russians eat Gooseberries(voice temp boosting effect:Experimentoveda)

Let us look for more Gold:

Okay, back to being a 15 year old and looping to this Napster Purchase over 256 128 kbps of telephone line PrrrrchurlipooooCHurrrlipooooooo [The HyperTerminal Music]

The #6044 song

Ufff…. the coconut oil on that MSN Messenger Nickname:

This is the Song that initiated me into Metallurgy 109
The song Uncle laughed at, or was it another one from that Album

[Verse 1]
You and me, we have no faces
Soon our lives will be erased
Do you think they will remember?
Or will we just be replaced?

Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
Far from things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry

[Pre-Chorus]
So why can it be?
No one hears me call!
Echoes back at me!
No one’s there!

[Chorus]
To all these nameless feelings
I can’t deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You’ve got to fill your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it’s time to leave these places far behind

[Verse 2]
You and me, we have no faces
They don’t see us anymore
Without love as they had promised
And no faith for what’s in store
Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
Far from things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry
[Pre-Chorus]
So why can it be?
No one hears me call!
Echoes back at me!
No one’s there!

[Chorus]
To all these nameless feelings
I can’t deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You’ve got to fill your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it’s time to leave these places far behind

[Bridge]
Where are all these feelings hiding?
Dancing in and out my mind
Burning up all that I long for
Feeding me to my decline
Where are you, my soul is bleeding
I am searching, am I blind?
All alone and bound forever
Trapped inside me for all time

[Chorus]
To all these nameless feelings
I can’t deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You’ve got to fill your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it’s time to leave these places far behind
To all these nameless feelings
I can’t deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You’ve got to fill your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know it’s time to leave these places far behind

I empathize with your situation, loners.. you’re alone, not me. Haha, the Gallbladder!

[Verse 1]
Beating the fall, I can’t help but desire of
Falling down this time
Deep in this hole of my making, I can’t escape
Falling all this time

[Chorus]
We come to this place! Falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we’re taking! Waiting for signs

Hollow lives

[Verse 2]
Fearing to fall and still the ground below me calls
Falling down this time
Ripping apart all these things I have tried to stop
Falling all this time

[Chorus]
We come to this place, falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we’re taking, waiting for signs
Hollow lives

[Post-Chorus]
Is there ever any wonder, why we look to the sky?
Search in vain, asking why
All alone, where is God?
Looking down? We don’t know!

[Bridge]
We fall in space, we can’t look down
Death may come, peace I have found
What to say? Am I alive?
Am I asleep? Or have I died?
We fall in space (Haunting me), we can’t look down (Haunting me)
Death may come, peace I have found
I want to say my whole life (Something takes a part of me)
Am I asleep? We fall down

[Chorus]
We come to this place, falling through time
Living a hollow life
Always we’re taking, waiting for signs
Hollow lives

[Post-Chorus]
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain, asking why
All alone, where is God?
Looking down, we don’t know
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain, asking why
All alone, where is God?
Looking down, we don’t know
[Outro]
We fall in space, we can’t look down
Death may come, peace I have found

Not No One’s There, YouTube(R.I.P soon)

Patapon Drumming Time!

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