OBE and The Insrutment of Evil Ediquite <<<Ranger>>>

We use knives daily in our homes, offices and our shops . We use this tool daily, never giving a thought about how knives were used by Pagan people around the world. People who demanded blood sacrifice in their ritual. Christians would have us believe, that these pagan people, who sacrificed Human beings were judged unto Damnation for this evil practice . Yet the judo-Christian people have a long history Human sacrifice. In fact God; demanded blood of his only son for the sins of man, or is it... Salvation of the world.

I'm not here to argue , Why and How, and who is right and who is wrong. No I am not here to argue any point on earthier side. Now, this being said; I will have to apologize for indulging myself a little, as I lead you astray once again. I have even disguised the title for by surly; all who do not need to read this scrip as it might shock them into insanity. Which I add, I have seen quite often as there are men who wish to control the destiny of mankind. From the mist of the dark ages to this new age we live in. I see a much darker past involving all sorts of horrors which man has inflected upon himself with the "Knife". Or should I say the Magical knife.

As I peer into the past, I see a great castle with a very dark past in the deepest recesses found there. Its a Black Magician, a practioner of Black magic. He believes himself to be a mighty God who walks among other Gods such as himself. Those who control the elements, those who can even control the birds of the sky. You laugh and say; "In some fantasy"..... I jest you not friends, as I would never take the liberty on indulge myself more than once at your ex pence. Now back to the story,,, I see this dark place, a place beyond darkness, and here is were this wizard works magic. I smell all manner of scents, at one point roses, and then the smell of death, and something beyond my senses Which I shall dare not to delve in. All these Odors have purpose of which our wizard has created to control the environment for his work. Even the hours and minute does he have control over. At first I believed him working over an altar, but it was an anvil and it did glow red with power, and at the precise moment, He struck a fiery blow onto the metal he works. he then; Utters some unknown language which shakes the walls. He sprinkles the iron he works, with carbon as he utters a Magical word, and again and again he labors each time to work the magical knife. The carbon is the base of all life on earth, He commands even the elements!.... I see Saturn is involved and its is the end of the Six day. Our wizard must accomplish his work by the seventh. As he needs to gain all the evil energy which was produced on the Six. I would like to just pause again at this moment as to discuss a side line, as I am feeling a bit drained, for you see my dear friends, even the memory of the subject I share with you is upsetting. And at this point I must WARN you and if you find your self faint of heart you might go no further. And if there are any children in the room, you might as well ask them to leave, the horror which is forth coming, Will make you bleed from your eyes, and we would not want the children to run screaming into the street would we? Once again I have lead you stray with a bit of humor... of course at your expense again.... I beg your forgiveness .

It was a full moon on this night. It was a very cold night in the forest, I have brought a magical mirror. I position it just so, at the correct hour that it might reflect the moon's image. Now...I begin to gaze once again deep into the lunar absorbing its power as it unlocks my spirit, that I might leave this physical body and fly into the past. Deeper I concentrate into that past. I know the exact time and place , I use an ancient guide post used by elect since the time of ice. The guide post litter the English countryside, they litter all of great Britain and the Northlands. Day by day wayfarers trek by this guidepost never realizing they hold the key to space, time travel in our astral bodies.

As I begin to visualize the guidepost, ever so slightly I start feel my body become lighter and lighter until I begin to float away from my body. My attention is drawn to a small silver cord which attaches my spirit to my body. I can see myself gazing into the mirror. I look far and wide as if, searching far and wide for an impending danger that might harm my unaware body. Of course. I am in a different reality, which shocks me back into my purpose. I focus on the guidepost until...... Part 2

It is very dark, musty smelling . I find this place sickening. The foul stench of an evil presence looms above the magician. Each blow of the hammer now shakes the walls, each burst of magical words flow from the Black Magician's lungs blast energy thought the cavern. He, being a master of his black craft he controls all within his realm. I see him now, pouring blood over the iron, the blood of some poor unfortunate girl. I would assume she would be around 11 years old. Oh what evil tears at my very soul at this sight. The blood vaporizes on the hot metal with a great Swishing sound as the life force of pure good is forged into this metal. The dark Cavern is alit with a pure white light, which I can hardly stand. And again, the wizard shouts words in some language of Power.

At this point, I see or rather feel a evil presence in the air. My attention is drawn to a figure laying in the center of some sort of magical circle. There is an inner circle which is open I feel, not protected as the outer pentagram is, a "Tetragramaton," whatever that is.... I realize this is a corpse of a murderer, and I feel his acts of murder and torture are upon children. The black magicians attention is toward the corpse as he steps into the magic circle.

In his right hand is the Magical knife he was forging. I will have to ask your forgiveness at this point, as I cannot bear to continue every moment of my astral journey as I have stated; even the memories, I find draining. Maybe, I'll will write more at a later date, as I am not feeling well......... :) Brion Kinloch (:

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