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Some things I did.
One day I decided to see if I could will stuff to happen. I went into town and sat on a bench and projected the thought "you are going nowhere" in my mind as loud as I could. I did this for maybe two minutes and then a woman came crashing to the floor right in front of me, seemingly tripping over something imaginary. She was literally going nowhere.
Maybe this was an act of mentalism. I think Derren Brown may see it that way.
Another day I decided to see if I could mentally communicate with people with my mind. So I walked about saying "hello can you hear me?" in my mind. Within five minutes there was a guy walking ahead of me, his back turned to me, arguing with his girlfriend. He turned to me and said "I'm not bloody psychic!" In fact he was saying it to his lass but had turned to me and said it to my face.
Interesting.
So I was watching TV and someone in the street was annoying me by talking. I looked out my window and saw, across the street, a couple of housewives chatting over their garden wall. FOR FECK SAKE SHUT UP, I thought. They carried on talking loudly. I visualised dark energy firing at them from my mind and then went back to watching TV. A few minutes later I heard a smash of glass. I looked outside and someone had broken the window of the house of one of the chatty women across the street.
Maybe the culprit had been as annoyed as I was. Maybe I gave him a push.
Sometime later I went to the shops and then went back to my flat, a little stoned I admit. My TV and radio were on. For some reason I decided to visualise two electrical wires. I did that and then made the plastic casing of the wires vanish so the wires short circuited. The second I did that my TV switched off and at the exact same time my radio went out of tuning. Even though I hadn't touched the dial. I had to turn the dial to get the music back.
Weird. Explain that one, James Randi.
One day I went to buy some cannabis. To do this I had to walk through a dodgy council estate. Usually I got a friend called Dave to go with me. A gang of kids saw me across the road and one of them shouted "Bernard!" I was sporting a rather large beard at the time, with no moustache. The gnome look. The kid was making a reference to sideburns. I was scared of course.
Anyway the next day I went to see my mate Dave and he told me he had hallucinated me walking up the stairs in his house shouting "Bernard." I had accidentally passed on my fear to him.
HAHAHA. I love magic.
Suck on that Richard Dawkins.
Recently I was jogging through the bus station to catch the bus, sure It would drive off before I got there. It didn't but the door to get outside to catch the bus wouldn't open. It has a sensor and I had just seen it work for someone else. The driver got off his bus and activated the sensor from his side of the door. So I got on the bus and then the driver had to move the bus a bit so someone in a wheelchair could get on. But he ended up crashing the bus into the wall of the station. His foot had slipped, he said. He had cracked the windscreen of the bus and we all had to get off and catch another bus.
So my fear that I would miss the bus had kind of come true. Got to watch what you think and feel with magic.
I was looking up Luciferianism on Wikipedia one day and saw a group called ALB. Sounds like my name, I thought. ALB stands for Assembly of Light Bearers. So I looked them up. They had a FAQ so I read it.
The next day I learned of a ship catching fire in the docks of my city. ALBERT dock to be exact. The fire was never explained but the internet page for it gave the exact time the fire began. It was the very time I had been reading the FAQ of ALB. This kind of thing is not uncommon for me and I knew the name of the ship would be significant. It was called The Altay. I looked up the meaning of the word and it refers to the mountain range called Altai. I had been researching that very word just a few days before the fire. My surname begins with the letters ALT and I take an interest in any word that may lend meaning to it. I had also been looking into the horror film THE FOG. In the remake the ship of lepers is set on fire.
ALB. Albie. Altay. The Fog. See how things in your mind, the inner cauldron, can shape your magic?
Altai means "Golden", by the way. An apt description of lucifer.
Bored yet? No?
Here's another one about a fire. This happened early in my life. I was living in an attic of my uncle's house. One night I dreamt I was looking out my window at a road called Clough Road. Clough Road has deep meanings for me. Anyway, I dreamt a wasp left my body and flew out the attic window and went to Clough Road. Soon the entire road was on fire.
The next day I went to the library and on the way back home saw a massive plume of black smoke. I told my uncle about it and he told me a large DIY warehouse on Clough Road was on fire. It burnt to the ground. The fire had begun sometime during the day and was never explained.
I think I may enlighten them about the cause...but they would not believe me.
It's possibly significant that the land the warehouse was built on was where I had found a rope, which I kept for years: being a tool I saw as being useful to remove me from this terrible world.
Bye now!
One day I decided to see if I could will stuff to happen. I went into town and sat on a bench and projected the thought "you are going nowhere" in my mind as loud as I could. I did this for maybe two minutes and then a woman came crashing to the floor right in front of me, seemingly tripping over something imaginary. She was literally going nowhere.
Maybe this was an act of mentalism. I think Derren Brown may see it that way.
Another day I decided to see if I could mentally communicate with people with my mind. So I walked about saying "hello can you hear me?" in my mind. Within five minutes there was a guy walking ahead of me, his back turned to me, arguing with his girlfriend. He turned to me and said "I'm not bloody psychic!" In fact he was saying it to his lass but had turned to me and said it to my face.
Interesting.
So I was watching TV and someone in the street was annoying me by talking. I looked out my window and saw, across the street, a couple of housewives chatting over their garden wall. FOR FECK SAKE SHUT UP, I thought. They carried on talking loudly. I visualised dark energy firing at them from my mind and then went back to watching TV. A few minutes later I heard a smash of glass. I looked outside and someone had broken the window of the house of one of the chatty women across the street.
Maybe the culprit had been as annoyed as I was. Maybe I gave him a push.
Sometime later I went to the shops and then went back to my flat, a little stoned I admit. My TV and radio were on. For some reason I decided to visualise two electrical wires. I did that and then made the plastic casing of the wires vanish so the wires short circuited. The second I did that my TV switched off and at the exact same time my radio went out of tuning. Even though I hadn't touched the dial. I had to turn the dial to get the music back.
Weird. Explain that one, James Randi.
One day I went to buy some cannabis. To do this I had to walk through a dodgy council estate. Usually I got a friend called Dave to go with me. A gang of kids saw me across the road and one of them shouted "Bernard!" I was sporting a rather large beard at the time, with no moustache. The gnome look. The kid was making a reference to sideburns. I was scared of course.
Anyway the next day I went to see my mate Dave and he told me he had hallucinated me walking up the stairs in his house shouting "Bernard." I had accidentally passed on my fear to him.
HAHAHA. I love magic.
Suck on that Richard Dawkins.
Recently I was jogging through the bus station to catch the bus, sure It would drive off before I got there. It didn't but the door to get outside to catch the bus wouldn't open. It has a sensor and I had just seen it work for someone else. The driver got off his bus and activated the sensor from his side of the door. So I got on the bus and then the driver had to move the bus a bit so someone in a wheelchair could get on. But he ended up crashing the bus into the wall of the station. His foot had slipped, he said. He had cracked the windscreen of the bus and we all had to get off and catch another bus.
So my fear that I would miss the bus had kind of come true. Got to watch what you think and feel with magic.
I was looking up Luciferianism on Wikipedia one day and saw a group called ALB. Sounds like my name, I thought. ALB stands for Assembly of Light Bearers. So I looked them up. They had a FAQ so I read it.
The next day I learned of a ship catching fire in the docks of my city. ALBERT dock to be exact. The fire was never explained but the internet page for it gave the exact time the fire began. It was the very time I had been reading the FAQ of ALB. This kind of thing is not uncommon for me and I knew the name of the ship would be significant. It was called The Altay. I looked up the meaning of the word and it refers to the mountain range called Altai. I had been researching that very word just a few days before the fire. My surname begins with the letters ALT and I take an interest in any word that may lend meaning to it. I had also been looking into the horror film THE FOG. In the remake the ship of lepers is set on fire.
ALB. Albie. Altay. The Fog. See how things in your mind, the inner cauldron, can shape your magic?
Altai means "Golden", by the way. An apt description of lucifer.
Bored yet? No?
Here's another one about a fire. This happened early in my life. I was living in an attic of my uncle's house. One night I dreamt I was looking out my window at a road called Clough Road. Clough Road has deep meanings for me. Anyway, I dreamt a wasp left my body and flew out the attic window and went to Clough Road. Soon the entire road was on fire.
The next day I went to the library and on the way back home saw a massive plume of black smoke. I told my uncle about it and he told me a large DIY warehouse on Clough Road was on fire. It burnt to the ground. The fire had begun sometime during the day and was never explained.
I think I may enlighten them about the cause...but they would not believe me.
It's possibly significant that the land the warehouse was built on was where I had found a rope, which I kept for years: being a tool I saw as being useful to remove me from this terrible world.
Bye now!