Hi.
This is 'Chad', the highly sick, insane theologian/ hooligan who parades around Paltalk snuffing up all the hot womanly voices. That's funny. FUNNEE. Anyway, I thought I'd make a little trip back to these old Astral Pulse forums and possibly try to keep up on a couple of threads. Being the highly opinionated person that I am, and having little to 'none' power remaining in meditation, it should be highly sick and insane to bare witness to what shall come forth. As the raven perches to bemoan the fact, here I once again sit to try and persuade some lovely people to partake of my own take on the astral and the inevitable experiences and self control that comes from a truly devoted, highly religious phantasy practice.
On Paltalk, I've been shut down for the most part, concerning my usual ability to rant on and on about useless things or things that most people do not give any consideration. Usually, if I say something that has potential to empower someone, I get a red dot or a boot or people begin their usual sickness of provocation and insulting, or their even more sick and insane way of using logical conundrums and foolish things to by pass what has been said for the purpose of empowering someone else. It is very frustrating. That's partly why we are here, isn't it? To encourage and empower others so that they are not forever trapped in materialistic thinking and ways of remembering that are of no benefit.
I will puruse some of the posts here and in other sections, provide feed back, and try to stay on top of the forums as best as I can. Later on, once I've had another smoke and a coffee and got my room opened again on Pal, I will make a post with a 'somewhat colorful' update on the events within the phantasy realm under my direct influence. Not that I ever really said anything about the actual content of the phantasy, that was more based in Oasiz Chat, which, I must admit, has very little interest for me, personally, any longer. It does seem as though a great deal of people are baiting and using hypocrisy endowment strategy to formulate accusations and viewpoints which detract from solid, individualistic thinking.
Let the call go out, I also plan on visiting the Astral Pulse Island once again, though exactly when is not sure to even myself. It would be nice to lay in my fresh, clean bed and phantasy to sleep on the existence of the AP Island, and then later to awaken in dream state within the island itself. I have to wonder how many people really go there, either in phantasy, trance, or dream state. In viewing it by imaginative means, I see that there is a cotton candy shop on the 'south beach', and that the cotton candy is worse than crack cocaine. Is that true? Perfectly disgusting, who doesn't love cotton candy? Mwa haha. See you around.... somewheres.
Welcome to the Pulse 8-)
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Why do you sound so familiar?
Hey Chad,
Welcome to the Astral Pulse.
Hallo I smoke and drink coffee and welcome.
So you were once an active member of this website? Do you remember your old user name 'cause I've been here for some time and might recognize you. :-)
Anyways let's hope you remain here for quite some time.
Regards 8-)
Grey
Welcome to the Astral Pulse! :-)
Hello. I do think that I came to these forums firstly as "Perversion Of Evil" for which I am shamed and greatly feel the shame. After that, there were like, four or five others? I kept losing my user name and passwords and stuff. Kept forgetting.
So anyway, last night, I was having some kind of 'wild dream'. Started out, I was being lifted out of my body by "Jesus Christ" and going off for a rip into Heaven. And then, I'd be right back at my body, like when it started, and once again, Jesus would be lifting me out of my body. So stuff happening, I don't know, some kind of magical white clothed in snow city, and other things, then there I was, back at my body.
So next, I was going straight down into hell, and I could hear these screams and clicking noises, and I was screaming, and went straight down into the Devil's lair. I couldn't see anything. But I knew, 'there's a massive serpent in here'. And I pulled out my wank, and the Devil bit down on it and was crushing my weener, and it hurt so much. So I went back up to my body... in a flash, boy, let me tell you, lol!
So then, Jesus, once again, was now tearing my spirit out of my flesh, and in spirit form, I went and stood in front of the mirror. I was so beautiful! ~sigh~ I had a massive head, with big dark brown hair, and little boobs and a nice dress. I looked animated like a CG or cartoon. Then again!! Back at the start point, my bed, and I got tore out of my flesh again, and turned, and this time, in place of my corpse, there was some large baby, and I took the baby to my Mom and said, "What are we going to do with it? You have to look after him! I have to go away!" And then there was lots of spinning and stuff, one more trip down into Hell, and after that, well, I think I finally just entered a dead sleep.
So that's my most recent experience. Seems like the more that I focus on the astral stuff when I'm awake, the more chance I have of having an astral experience in my dreams. I can't wait for spring, I'm going to meditate all day long under the sun in the warmth with the birds singing, and, then, one day, I'll consciously project, from the awake state directly into the astral.
Thanks for the welcoming committee everyone, and, I'd best have my smoke and coffee, and work something up for Sky and Jay. NEWS FROM THE BRAINWAVE- the planar disruption has ceased, but there are still minor distortions in flux all around the atmosphere. My imaginary friends are doing everything they can to fix the problem, and the hordes of people are steadfast in prayer, meditation, and so forth. It's a good thing we had the North Front set up, those people really made the difference in last week's "Phaentian Flare". I actually managed to ward off the 'bad voice' for a few hours, should really try it again.
So, now, there are two planes, one plane is contained inside of the other, while the primary plane is in some chasm of some kind, there is a massive spacetime barrier protecting it. That's all my news for today, prolly have more useless things to crap out later on. If you remember playing as a child, and using your imagination, then you know what I'm talking about. It's as easy as just doing it, and keeping your faith pure and hope real and the rest takes care of itself.
Mauh! Bye!
Sincerely,
Chad