The world outside was a tumult of secrets, but here, in this moment, there were no hidden agendas.
The sun peeked over the horizon, casting a glow across the city. The shadows retreated, and with them, the illusion of time. Reality beckoned, whispering its reminder of the world that awaited beyond.
Around 2:45 a.m., I arose to one word: "Seance."
"Hello, how are you this fine night?"
Either what I'm experiencing is real, or I need a bed in Bedlam. Someone's telling others I'm Psycho. LoL! Mwaahahaha!!!
It would be funnier if I couldn't clairaudiently hearing what they were saying behind closed doors.
How far down the rabbit hole shall we go?
Let's start with this.
Many instructional books are often dismissed as nonsense by some individuals. I own several of these books and would like to quote an anonymous source: "If the ritual does not work, it's the Operator's fault, not the Spirits." Additionally, I heard someone remark, "I did not know I would have such results with a direct connection."
"As a reminder, The Necronomicon offers eternal life, but it does not ensure peace in the afterlife." Unknown
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