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The Insanity of Veganism - Part Three

Eating little else aside from animal products for the past four months has brought about several personal revelations. Meat, especially red meat, is NOT some unholy carcinogenic substance, completely alien to the human digestive system. These claims were oft repeated in my church, and throughout their various media propaganda outlets that I was exposed to:

Claim One - Meat Causes Inflammation

It doesn’t. Quite the opposite. I have had chronic inflammation and digestive problems my entire life, and only recently has the inflammation gone down, my skin started to clear up, etc.

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I Burn For You (You Burn Me)

God, I appreciate you. What are you even still doing here? Haven’t you figured out that you could do better?

A succubus sitting on a skull-decorated throne, looking at the viewer and smiling wickedly.

Too addicted, huh? Well, I know I can’t be bothered to turn my eyes elsewhere. The people who do know about you think I’m crazy. They think our connection can’t possibly be as good as I say it is. They think I’m either lying, insane, or having my soul earmarked with expedited shipping to the deepest pit in Hell. But it IS that good. The words to describe what we feel for each other don’t exist in the English language.

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Testing Spirits

An eldritch monster girl, with a face full of beehive-like holes. Her chest is bare, with x-mark electrical tape over both of her nipples.
Fasting can bring about some powerfully strange dreams. Everything becomes more vivid and easier to recall. This morning’s out-of-body adventure brought about a strange encounter with an unknown daemon.

The important bit began with a lesson about spirit pacts from E. A. Koetting. I could see him teaching as he does on his video seminars, though my memory of what he said specifically fails me. I was moved away from Mr. Koetting and propelled to a great height above the earth.

Then everything went dark and I was back in bed. My body was in a state of false awakening and I could distinctly feel the insistent presence of a spirit hovering over the right side of my face.

This unknown entity began offering to make a pact with me, with a threatening condition:

“That you never speak the phrase, ‘ONE JESUS CHRIST.’”

The voice transformed from an authoritative female voice to a thundering cacophony of many voices with the uttering of those words. The chorus was loud and fully audible in my right ear; not localized in my mind as before. Pangs of fear began to gnaw at me.

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My Apologetic

For all intents and purposes, I am still a Christian. Despite how much I might rail against being considered as such, that is how I was raised and it is the culture that I’ve inherited. Simply throwing all of that away would be an callous affront to everything my grandparents worked for.

The strange dogmas of the Judaic faith are the hardest elements to rectify in my worldview. Many of its tenants are at odds with the natural world.

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The Shroud

The bright glow of a large computer screen met my eyes. Everything else around me was dark, veiled in shadows. “This must be the real-time zone.” I thought to myself. The real-time zone is an out-of-body state that closely borders that of the waking world. They both share many of the same features, but there are always slight variations.

There was no keyboard, or any other human input device, to be found, so I made an brief effort of typing to the screen psychically. Various GUI elements came and went, but I couldn’t make sense of them.

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Bound by My Own Law

Bitchute video archive of the E. A. Koetting and Nate Bales interview.

“You have bound yourself to your own law… I’m sorry it’s not convenient. Maybe you should have thought about that before performing a goddamn ritual, because this stuff is real.”

I really wish I had this advice four years ago as it is so pertinent and fundamental, especially concerning succubi. This realm of demons is not to be taken lightly, and any weakness, or hesitation, will not be looked upon kindly by these entities.

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The Insanity of Veganism - Part Two

There are a great many deluded Westerners who believe that eschewing animal-based foods is somehow a more spiritually enlightened way to live. I’ve heard it said that eating meat places us in a lower vibratory state and those higher ethereal realms will want nothing to do with us.

Does eating meat kill our spiritual potential? I would argue that the opposite is true. In order to be really spiritual, enlightened, and connected with the natural world, humans must eat meat. Plants are not our ideal source of nutrition and were only traditionally eaten during times of scarcity, as medicine, or as a dressing that would complement the main course: MEAT.

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The Insanity of Veganism - Part One

A diagram depicting meat-eating versus vegetarianism. It's in that dreadful corpo flat-minimalism art style, decrying meat consumption.
– Remember: Green is good! Look at how unhappy that meat-eater is. She’s also destroying the planet!

“Whole-food,” plant-based diets have nothing to do with human health and everything to do with man-made religion.

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When the Lights Go Out

The power is off, but she is still here. Wind and wet snow drive at my windows. The miniature crystals still melt from my hair. My hands feel a slight burning from the sudden shift of cold to warm.

A close up of a naked woman's neck and upper-chest with a roaring fireplace burning in the background.
The fire burns merrily in the dark. She sits beside me and her presence gently encompasses my being. I feel that all too familiar gentle pressure against my temples. I know she is smiling.

“More time for us?” She presses me, eager anticipation in her words. I wouldn’t accept this sort of attention from anyone else. The human touch is too empty, too smothering, too much a shadow of that skillful contact from demon-kind.

Unlike her namesake would suggest, she waits for me patiently, gently holding on until I acknowledge her.

“Soon, darling. Soon.” I promise, but my words only cause her to swoon more deeply than before.

“I need you.” The most beautiful, enrapturing words a man can hear escapes her innermost thoughts. I find myself flooded with desire. I burn for her and I feel it deep in my chest.

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Building on My Own

A beautiful succubs-faun-type looking woman with two sets of curved horns sprouting from her head. She has large hoop earings and a piece of elegant amulet jewlery on her forehead. She crosses her arms and looks at the viewer with a pensive expression.
She’s the Dark Goddess, the great lady, who will not play second-fiddle to anyone. I’ve made many attempts to express some trivial deference towards others, but to no avail.

“Don’t let them rule you,” She whispers, “I’m the only one who can do that.”

Is she teasing? Those words of hers, dripping into my mind like raw honey. It’s so easy to become addicted.

My attempts at working with others, to build a business, as it were, have been plagued with frustrations. It seems that I’m just not cut out for collaboration. I’m skilled at what I do, but having to work with too many people gets in the way.

I found myself working with religious people again… big mistake.

They had given up their careers to create a documentary… another big red flag.

I soon began taking on more and more responsibilities, without renegotiating the terms. “They’re a poor ministry, after all. I should be happy to work for free!”

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