El Gran Dragon Satanas ? - Fuego en el Cielo - Batalla de Dioses

Es increible como en casi todas las biblias hay mucha correlacion en cuanto a los grandes actores de la creacion como Dios, El Diablo, los seres humanos los Angeles .

En este caso me pongo a observar el caso de El Dragon que vino hacer mucho dano a los seres humanos y de donde salio segun , el apocalipsis, el Libro de Bronce Kolbrin y El enuma Elish que aunque fueron escritos por diferentes personas de tiempos muy sin relacionar ni que decir los paises y creencias espirituales.

El la Biblia de Kolbrin El dragon fue hecho nada menos y nada mas por el mismisimo Dios que al vera los seres humanos perdidos en los pecados y la inmundicia de sus actos hace un Monstruo que se llamo Dragon invencible y lo envio a la tierra etc.. aqui les dejo el pasaje

Kolbrin Capitulo tres Destruccion y Recreacion

En el momento de la gran destrucción de la Tierra, Dios hizo un dragón desde fuera del cielo para venir a abarcar su alrededor . El dragón era terrible de contemplar, que arremetió contra su cola, que exhaló el fuego y las brasas, una gran catástrofe fue infligida a la humanidad .

El cuerpo del dragón estaba envuelto en una luz brillante fría y debajo  en el vientre  era un brillo en tonos rojizo , mientras que detrás de él se desvaneció una cola  de humo. Vomitó a cenizas y piedras calientes y su aliento era fétido , envenenando las fosas nasales de los hombres. Su paso causó grandes truenos y relámpagos desgarrando el cielo se oscureció de espesor, todo el Cielo y la Tierra se sentian calientes. Los mares se soltaron desde la base , echando toda la tierra. Hubo un bramido terrible, estridente que bajo el volumen  incluso del aullido de los vientos desencadenados .

Hombres, afectadas por el terror, se volvieron locos al ver lo horrible en los Cielos . Estaban libres de sus sentidos y sobre exaltados , enloquecidos , sin saber lo que hacían. El aliento fue succionado de sus cuerpos y que se quemaron con una ceniza  .

Luego pasó , dejando a la Tierra envuelta en un manto oscuro que se iluminaba en el interior. Las entrañas de la Tierra fueron desgarradas en grandes conmociones retorciéndose y aullando en un torbellino que rompía los montes  . La ira del cielo - monstruo desatado en los cielos. Se levanto sobre en llama de furia , rugiendo como mil truenos ; que corría por la destrucción de fuego en medio de un mar de sangre espesa y negro . Tan impresionante fue la cosa temerosa aspectado que la memoria gracias a Dios se apartó de hombre, sus pensamientos se ahogó bajo una nube de olvido.

Como podemos leer Dios se harto pero en ves de un diluvio nos mando un monstruo para que nos consumiese totalmente, si nos podemos a pensar un poco mas talvez no sea un dragon sino una nave espacial que nos lansaba proyectiles atomicos y destryeron gran parte de ese mundo , bueno se los dejo a su discrecion por que lose es muy aventurado pensar asi !.

Sera que en este caso el dragon tambien personifique al mismmo Satanas para destruirnos hasta los huesos? sera asi que piensan.



En el Enuma Elich vemos como los dioses crean un gran monstruo brillante increible inteligente que es casi como ellos un Dios inmortal. pero se les volvio encontra de ellos y tuvieron que crear a otro ser Marduk para venerlo y ser su vengador , se decribe una feroz batalla de el bien contra el mal Marduk contra Tiamat

Enuma Elish

Mientras que los dioses de la batalla afilan sus armas. 
Entonces Tiamat y Marduk se unieron tema, el más sabio de los dioses. 
Ellos se esforzaron en combate singular, encerrado en la batalla. 
El Señor extendió su red para envolverla, 
El mal viento, que seguía detrás, le soltó en la cara. 
Cuando Tiamat abrió su boca para devorarlo, 
Condujo en el Viento Maligno que no cerrara los labios. 
Como los vientos feroces pagan su vientre, 
Su cuerpo estaba distendido y su boca estaba completamente abierta. (100) 
Soltó la flecha, que se desgarró el vientre, 
Cortó a través de sus entrañas, la división del corazón. 
Habiendo así su tenue, apagó su vida. 
Él bajó los cadáver de pie sobre ella. 
Después de que él había matado a Tiamat, el líder, 
Su banda se hizo añicos, su compañía disuelta; 
Y los dioses, sus ayudantes que marchaban a su lado, 
Temblando de terror, le dieron la espalda sobre, 
Con el fin de salvar y preservar sus vidas. 
Estrechamente cercado, no podían escapar.

Posiblemten este Dragon o montruo llamado Timat que tiene una gran boca sea otra representacion de Satanas o de alguna nave nodriza gigantesca cuyos habitantes se revelaron contra los dioses y por eso debieron ser destruidos ?

Y como no puede faltar una biblia catolica para entender aun mas la relacion del mal con los dragones o seres invencibles que desafiaron al todopodersos en su trono sin medir consecuencias

 Y fue hecha una grande batalla en el Cielo, Miguel y sus ángeles lidiaban contra el dragón; y lidiaba el dragón y sus ángeles. 8 Y no prevalecieron, ni su lugar fue más hallado en el Cielo. 9 Y fue lanzado fuera aquel gran dragón, la serpiente antigua, que se llama Diablo y Satanás, el cual engaña a todo el mundo; fue arrojado en tierra, y sus ángeles fueron arrojados con él. 10 Y oí una grande voz en el Cielo que decía: Ahora ha venido la salvación, y la virtud, y el reino de nuestro Dios, y el poder de su Cristo; porque el acusador de nuestros hermanos ha sido arrojado, el cual los acusaba delante de nuestro Dios día y noche. 11 Y ellos le han vencido por la sangre del Cordero, y por la palabra de su testimonio; y no han amado sus vidas hasta la muerte. 12 Por lo cual alegraos, Cielos, y los que moráis en ellos. ¡Ay de los moradores de la tierra y del mar!, porque el Diablo ha descendido a vosotros,teniendo grande ira, sabiendo que tiene poco tiempo. 13 Y cuando vio el dragón que él había sido arrojado a la Tierra, persiguió a la mujer que había parido al hijo varón.”                              ( Ap 12:7-13 )

Es muy parecida la guerra de Tiamat y Marduk con la Dios y Satanas en los cielos y miren como se mezcl a con forma de dragon y va hacia la tierra a traer desgracias como en el Kolbrin.

Sera que estamos viendo un mismo suceso manipulado segun el tiempo  y quien gobernaban ? hay demsiado parecido para mi en estos textos o talvez alguno se copio de otro mas antiguo? ojala algun dia se nos descubran los misterios de que fue esa gran lucha y como nos afecto .

Analisis por Eliacim Gonzalez

THE SALUTATION OR PROLOGUE TO THE BRONZE-BOOK

Greetings, Unborn Ones, now asleep in the dark womb of the future. Greetings from we who were once as you are now and like whom you will one day be. We too hoped and feared, doubted and believed.

Were you choosing a gift from the past to the future, what would it be? The golden treasures hoarded by kings? The bright jewels beloved by queens? Is worldly wealth still so important to you? If that would be your choice above all else, we are disappointed, for our labours have been in vain.

Would you prefer the secret of life, of eternal youth? Have you altered so little from those who live and laugh today, with no thought turned towards the future? This thing which seems so desirable, were it yours would you value it? Would it never pall? Would you still be grateful for it after a thousand years have passed? The answer would be "yes" if this life were all, the beginning and end, complete in itself.

But might not this life be no more than a prelude, an introduction to something infinitely greater? Is the riddle still unsolved, the secret of the ages still well kept, known only by a few, even when these words are read? How many generations have passed without progress? Does mankind still lie passive like driftwood upon the sea of spiritual apathy, driven back and forth by changeable winds and conflicting currents, making no headway?

Could we leave you the knowledge enabling you to live a life without toil, surrounded by every luxury and pleasure; a magic stone granting every desire, an all healing potion, the ability to fly or know all things on Earth, would any of these satisfy the desires of your heart and fulfill your dreams? We who lie so far back along the road trust you have progressed beyond such petty aspirations.

It is beyond our power to give such gifts, and were they ours to bestow we would withhold them, for unless a gift confers a benefit, it were better not given. With the wisdom of your generation, tell us, which of the things mentioned would really benefit you or even prove less bad than good? Or do you still remain unaware of your true nature and needs?

Who you are, how you speak and dress (are you even like us in form?) we cannot know or imagine. This alone we know as truth, you are brother beings of ours and travel the road we once trod. We share one destiny and have the same true goal, though perhaps no more know in your day what these are than do in ours. Like to us life comes to you unbidden, it is fraught with problems and difficulties; it alternates between light and shade, and like us you wonder what awaits at the end. You, too, are victims of Earth's delusions; you, too, find Truth and Perfection beyond your grasp and you, too, aspire to beauty and goodness. These things we know about you, these things must be or you would not exist.

Your needs are no different from ours, but do you now know with certainty what they are? Your life serves the same purpose, you are part of the same pattern, you are ruled by the same impulses and urges, but do you know why and to what end? We know you are without certainty and assurance about what lies beyond the veil of death, for these cannot be given while man remains no more than man, and doubtless like us you remain suspended between doubt and belief.

Our Unborn Friends, whatever your circumstances of life you are the children of the past and heirs of those who have lived and died. We trust you have no cause to reproach those who once held stewardship over your estate. But whatever you think of the heritage, you cannot put it aside, any more than you can refuse the obligations of life. Maybe it brings you the happiness and security, the peace and plenty we never knew. If so, this will remain unread, for to you it would be a wilderness of words serving no purpose.

If you have so much, if you have progressed so far, nothing we could give would be of benefit. To the traveler, information about the road behind is worthless. If this is your state we hail you, we are proud of you, our worthy children of light, conceived in the long dark years wherein we laboured and ploughed our own short furrow. You have done well and our greatest joy would be to stand beside you as you exultingly reach out for the crowning glory of godhood.

But you may be no more enlightened than we, in which case accept our offering as a token of our regret, our desire to make amends on behalf of those who preceded you, for if you remain lost in spiritual darkness the blame is theirs and not yours.

This we give you, The Hidden Books containing the accumulated harvest of wisdom and Truth garnered over the generations, the bread and oil which sustained us and never diminished.

May they serve you in your day as well as they served us. Above all, may you be sufficiently enlightened to receive them, for today we are persecuted because of our books, and most who treasured and guarded them are now dead. We can only consign these books to the ground and destiny, trusting they will be called forth at the proper time and in a receptive generation.

These books, which we hand into the keeping of time, were written under the authority of revelation and inspiration. Containing Truth, their message cannot be attacked by time, for Truth is an eternal youth.

We make no claim to exact and accurate statements beyond the possibility of error and misinterpretation, for words are frail messengers. They are fallible things unable to transmit accurately from mind to mind. Also, we cannot tell how they who resurrect the books will deal with the contents. They are written in letters known to the learned, but learning changes with the generations. These books are the glorious embodiment of Eternal Truth, but the words and expressions are unworthy garments so that misconception and misunderstanding are not possible.

Words are servants of the fallible mortal sphere and when called upon to serve a realm of greater things prove inadequate. Therefore, be not like some petty-minded ones of our generation who say, "The letters are misplaced and the words ill used." They examine each blade of grass diligently, but fail to discover the purpose of the meadow. Such men lack insight and seeing only the bare letters say, "These tell me all, there is nothing more". We have a saying, "do not judge a place of instruction by its bricks". Wisdom, being eternal, doubtless this will apply no less in your generation.

So, Unborn Unknowable Ones, we humbly tender this, the gift of the past which we could not pass on otherwise. If you have advanced far along the road towards greatness, it will have no value; but if you still dally or have wandered away, lost in the illusive mists of worldliness and none answers your cries, then take this hand extending out of the past. It will guide you faithfully and well.

Down through the generations men have been persecuted, have suffered and died so that Truth and Goodness might prevail, remember them. If the world is good, then your peace and pleasures have been brought by their sacrifices. If it is not, then you must not quibble over the cost to yourselves in making it good. Surely no torments and terrors in your days could exceed those of the past!

Farewell, Unborn Ones, with these few words we have reached from the day of the present into the night of the future. We have planted the seed, will it grow or rot in the ground? What crop will it produce? We cannot know. Let fate deal with it as it will, we have gathered the seed, flailed and winnowed it and kept it with every care. We have planted well, we can do no more.

May life deal better with you than with us. May you never be denied the comforting hand of hope.

Farewell!

Paint Killers

Have you ever had that certain painting or picture in your own home, where the eyes follow you? Well I know I have. These paintings are classified as linear perspective. This is a trick in art, an illusion. There is a trick to halt this illusion-- to appear dead in one of the two eyes within the painting. After doing research about these paintings, I decided to work with this trick in my painting that possessed linear perspective. I stared the painting right inside eye. I slowly shuffled throughout the floor, however the eyes still followed me. I thought that maybe I didn’t still do it. So I did it again, only on this occasion right to left as an alternative to left to right. Still nothing. This aggravated me, that website lied. I researched five more website, plus they all said the same thing.

I walked downstairs to our kitchen to grab something you can eat, when I saw another one of these paintings. I decided to ascertain if I could use the trick on another painting. It worked! The illusion stopped. I didn’t understand what I did differently, but it worked. I decided to own upstairs and try it on that other painting. I did it exactly how I did it before. I shuffled across the floor and looked it within the eye. I stopped halfway through. I knew it wasn’t working. I wasn’t frustrated, I was scared. Why was the painting changing still?

I made a decision to remove the painting from your wall. It was held by one nail and the frame (despite the fact that looked very heavy) was light. The back came off in 2 pieces. The stand, along with the cardboard. After that, was the raw fabric in which it absolutely was painted on. There was nothing suspicious regarding the back from the painting. Just the painters name written in cursive. I decided to take a look up this artist because I had nothing preferable to do.

The artist went by the El Pintor del Color, translated to The Painter of Color. I thought It was a bizarre name too. Well I looked him up, to discover only one search result. A website with a lot of his develop it. The one strange thing about every one of the paintings were we were holding all Linear Perspective paintings. Furthermore, each of them had one brown eye, and something colored eye, in a greenish color. I examined to my painting to see a similar thing. I found this odd. Maybe it turned out to make it impossible to avoid the illusion.

At the bottom of the website there are two names. Jose Sanchez, and Adamo Bacci, in addition to a date, 07 May 1990. Two very distant names. One of them was obviously El Pintor del Color’s real name, nevertheless the other name was obviously a mystery, as well as the date. It was obviously the date the website was made, right?

I decided to check up this “Adamo Bacci” to see if I could find any background to this character. When I entered his name on the internet search, Google instantly corrected it to Jose Sanchez. This was weird. I tried retyping it in to the search bar, but Google achieved it again. I just decided to check up Jose Sanchez instead.

Wikipedia apparently stood a whole page on Jose Sanchez, but only one site about El Pintor del Color. The wiki page said his birth and death. He was ready 40 when he died mysteriously. He was bludgeoned to death having a broken off stool leg. He was found right outside his home, still on his property. No one knows who killed Jose Sanchez, however it said that Adamo was brought into custody after being suspected to the crime. There were equal quantities of evidence that Adamo killed Sanchez, but enough to prove he was innocent.

The article also stated make fish an eye witness said they saw everything, understanding that Adamo was the killer. Two other witnesses say he was away in the crime scene. The odd thing is always that all three eye witnesses say they saw him in three different locations. This was getting strange, as well as deeper compared to painting.

As I kept reading, I found that they found fingerprints of Adamo’s about the stool and door bell, but in addition found fingerprints within the two other locations by which witnesses say they saw him that night...

Wait, I am so sorry. I have yet to note what my painting appears to be. You will understand why I found this picture odd when I describe it to you personally. The painting was of the man having a red vest coat over a green shirt. He had a century collar and was old. 65 years of age at least. He had a five o’clock shadow and slight side burns. Big ears that poked away from his red Santa like hat, but rather than white tuffs, they were bear fur. Lastly, he had crossed arms, two different colored eyes, and his arms were crossed over a table. If I didn’t know better I would say he was a clown. He was wearing century clothing. The odd thing is, the painting is made only about twenty years ago.


What Followed​​
As I started to check closely at the painting I found something quite interesting. The man’s sleeves were slightly ripped, and the man appears to be if he is trying challenging to conceal something on his other wrist. The shadow the wrist cast wasn’t only grey, however the sleeve looked red, and uneven. This worried me. I thought returning to the trial, and continued to read.

At the end with the trial, Adamo was proved innocent, along with the case continued. The killer was not ever found. Adamo was even brought time for court concerning was enough evidence to. The second time they went to court, he was pronounced innocent yet again.

The three places Adamo was seen for the same night in the same time were, Jose Sanchez’s art gallery, a sports bar named The Place for Sports, and with the local golf course. You might be thinking what I was thinking. Who would go to a course at eight o’clock through the night? I instantly thought LIES to myself. I believe the bar. Many people visit bars at night. In fact, should you don’t go at night, you may be an alcoholic. And the public. Now we don’t know why this Adamo Bacci is on the website, and we all don’t know why he was at the art gallery. As I am assuming, he was some form of model, but I can’t make sure.

Coincidentally, the night before I wrote this, there was obviously a murder. I didn’t think a lot of it. I was shocked and whatever, however it was like several public violence, which I’m not a fan of. Not even watching them on TV is interesting. But that one was different. The person was murdered, then their house was set burning down! The only object to survive the hearth, would be a painting, from its frame. Yes some flammable fabric. Not much was told relating to this painting, But all I needed to view was the green and brown eyes to comprehend what happened.

The person who died looked very familiar, and then they said his name. Adamo G. Bacci, age 72. I was shocked, very shocked. Who killed Adamo? At first I thought Adamo had killed someone, but no, someone killed Adamo. I didn’t know where that left me.

I sat around about the computer throughout the day, looking forward to something interesting showing up in regards to the murder, but nothing happened for another two weeks when finally, a break through! The man who had killed Adamo was caught. They blurred his face, and refused to share with his name. All of Adamo’s family were in the court house prepared to cry within the loss of their family member when the killer entered the bedroom. Everyone gasped, and several even smiled, nevertheless the killer’s face was one stone cold expression. One family member almost got up to hug the killer, but he stared her down, back to her seat.

The face of the killer was still being blurred, but I was getting really suspicious. I was just expecting someone to say it.

The man walked up to his lawyer plus they both sat down. For about a half an additional, the killer looks in the camera. This is when I paused it. I stood up, and stared at his pixelated face, and walked left to right. The eyes didn’t follow me, nevertheless the entire face did! I already knew how the illusion doesn’t be employed in real life which sent a chill down my spine. I pressed play around the remote and continued to observe the trial on TV.

I guess in case you don’t would like face blurred on TV you possibly can make it to ensure that people in your own home can see everything you look like, because right after the killer sat down a male walked over and whispered something into his ear, then gave the camera man some kind of signal, along with the face was unblurred.

I almost jumped through the roof when I saw what the killer appeared to be. It was Adamo! In the flesh, or maybe it was. The Judge walked in after everyone was seated. Then the court session began, with “Will everybody please rise for Judge Edward”.

As the Court went around the Judge said “Adamo G. Bacci, you happen to be accused in the muder of... Adamo...G...Bacci...” Then the whole room when silent. Then the Judge said very slowly, “How...do...you...plead son...”

The Judge was almost implying, should you get this question wrong, you might be stupid as hell. Like he was special or something like that.

Then, slowly, Adamo said, “guilty as charged.”

I Almost fell backward within my chair, given that they showed you Adamo’s charred body at the crime scene and showed it to reside TV!

Then I thought just a little...If he was golfing, murdering, and drinking, where's the 3rd Adamo...?

Where would he strike next?

If there was four visitors to start with, who the last one arrive at?

Was the final Adamo evil such as the others?

Was there more than one within the first place?

Why was obviously a painter even killed?

Is Jose Sanchez even dead?!?

MOnster Kitten

Today you happen to be walking home from the store which has a bag of groceries. You hear a small noise behind you, and also you glance back. It’s a little black kitten. You watch it for just a moment and it mewls pitifully, running closer to you. You tear up your eyes away from the adorable kitten, sure that you don’t need it.

A short while later, you listen to it mewling again. It’s running next to you, keeping pace along rather well. You sigh and continue walking, wanting to forget the kitten beside
When you get home, the kitten continues to be following you. You look down at it, at its huge sapphire-blue eyes. You bite your lip and run inside dropping your bags on the counter.

You turn back outside and also the kitten is still there. It mewls again. It’s this kind of lonely and lost sound that you simply melt. You kneel down and get it. It purrs and kneads your arms.

By the time that you simply finish putting the groceries away, it’s getting late. You go to your room and fall asleep, determining to take the kitten to the shelter tomorrow. After all, it’s so cute that it’ll get adopted in no time. You let the kitten sleep next to you, and you drift off to nap with the sound of purring within your ears.

When you wake, there is a heavy weight on the chest so you can only see blue. The kitten have to be so close that it is eyes occupy your vision. You reach up to move it, but instead of soft kitten fur, the hands meet normal human skin.

You gasp in surprise and crunch. The ‘kitten’ tumbles into your lap, and also you see that there exists a little boy with your lap as opposed to the kitten you would expect. He appears like he’s two to three years old, and he has black hair. He looks up at you along with his piercing blue eyes.

Later, a couple with the same raven hair and blue eyes relates to your door asking in case you have their child. When you bring the boy for the door, they thanks for finding and helping him. They had lost a record of him as they definitely were hiking and they also had been worried. Apparently, this is a normal occurrence on their behalf. When you try to ask about the kitten, they glance sternly at the boy, deny the use of the kitten, leave.

Stormy

It has been days before... 'it' happened. I-I did not know what to do at that time. He was pushing me past an acceptable limit, God damn it, past an acceptable limit. And to think everything started like this...

It was a stormy morning, the wind was howling and also the branches were clawing in the window, heh. The typical London morning. I woke up, so when usual I went along to wake up my lazy ass room-mate (Johnny), but something was odd. As I went towards his room, I saw blood stains over the floor, bringing about Johnny's room. I rushed in calling his name confusion, only to see him, standing using a dark figure behind him. A woman, but somewhat different.

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"J-Johnny?" I stammered.

No answer.

I called is name louder, demanding an answer, "Johnny!"

He removed a knife and stared at me.

"I-I won't let you take her..." Johnny said silently.

"T-Take who? Who is she , Johnny...?" I started to step back and did start to slowly take the bat lying contrary to the wall.

"Look, I don't want to fight you, Johnny, just inform me what's going on. Now." I managed to reach for the bat. I was prepared for whatever shit was going on. So I thought.

We stared for moments, I couldn't know what else to perform. He had lost it. I put my hand out to him, urging him to present me the knife, but he wouldn't. If anything, he was prepared to cut my hand next to. Suddenly, I saw the figure whisper into his ears, and without thought, he rushed at me. I quickly dashed beyond his way and tackled him, disregarding the bat. But no, not my tackle would stop him, he was too strong, so he got away from my hold. I couldn't take him on, so I reached for your bat again, and quickly without hesitation, I swung for his head. Thump. He was knocked out. For now, anyway. I quickly explored, remembering about the woman, but she was gone. Only splatters of blood took her place.

I had no time, I had to act fast before he awoke, so I went to the house phone. It was dead. Damn. I grabbed a chair and placed his body about it, then I quickly went to the draws to discover rope. What I did next was no surprise. I discarded the knife and tied him towards the chair.

I knew law enforcement wouldn't determine what was happening, so that it was no use attempting to call them, so I waited. A few moments later, he awoke from his unconsciousness and stared at me along with his blood-veined eyes.

"Jesus, what the hell happened for you?" I said.

He didn't talk, instead he tried to gnaw at the rope regarding his bloodied teeth.

"ANSWER ME, JOHNNY, THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" I was getting impatient, and I wanted answers.

"Where is she...?" whispered Johnny.

"I don't know what you'r--"

"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOU FUCK!" Interrupted Johnny.

It was no use. He had lost his damn mind, I decided it turned out best to allow him to relax, so I stepped outside. The streets were deserted. Nobody to aid, great. What happened? Just yesterday, Johnny was normal. And that woman? I needed time to think, so did Johnny. Was this just a hallucination? No, no, no, it couldn't happen to be...

Hours later, I returned and was greeted from the tackle of Johnny.

"AGH, GET OFF OF ME!" I cried. But he continued.

"I WON'T LET YOU..." Johnny shouted, as he began to grip my neck, strangling me.

"J-Johnny p-please... I can't bre-" I couldn't speak, he was gripping even harder. I had to put him down, here and now. Beside me was the knife I placed beyond his grasp, this became my only chance. I reached out and after what felt like a long struggle, the knife within my grasp. I jammed the knife into his back. Finally, the battle for air was over.

I pushed his corpse off me and stared at my hands, my bloody, bloody hands...

"Oh god... W-What have I done...?!" I cried.

It was over... It was finally over. Or so I thought. As I woke up there she was. The one who had caused doing this. This time I had a good look, and I could see she was in a bride's dress. But one thing I didn't notice? Her knife.

So to take a life... Is to lose yours. - Henry

Ghost Hunting

Ghost hunting is quickly becoming one of, not simply America's nevertheless the worlds, favorite pastime. It seems that with all the airing of more and much more paranormal shows, the worlds viewing audience is starting to get involved. And, they're getting involved in an incredible rate. For novices and seasoned veterans alike, it seems that ghost hunting isn't going away in the near future. Is it any wonder?
Ghost hunting, or paranormal investigation, as it's commonly called, is exciting, daring, and challenging. Just imagine capturing the elusive apparition or specter onto film or video, and sharing it with all the world. It can also be dangerous. Investigating a site at night, with little if any light, in unfamiliar surroundings is in itself a hazard. So it's best to be prepared.
Understanding safety, ethical, legal, and professional issues is a valuable part of paranormal investigating, and really should be contained in every investigation you set about. Remember, you need to be a ghost hunter not just a hunted ghost, so safety is a must.
Be prepared for emergencies. Carry emergency supplies on every investigation, say for example a flashlight, first-aid kit, cellular phone, bottled water, and additional batteries. Extra clothing isn't a bad idea either. Personal safety factors are key, your own personal safety as well as the safety of everyone about the team. That's right, team.
No you ought to ever go ghost hunting alone. There is safety in numbers. I recommend at the least three members about the team, more if possible, with one member as the team director. When recruiting members for your team, find those who share the same enthusiasm because you, and also have similar goals and ethics. Assign each member specific task, and know where each person in the team is a any given time, during investigations. Organize your time and energy, and above all, be professional. Having a professional ethic is another important aspect of ghost hunting.
It isn't likely that you will capture evidence every time you investigate, therefore it is important to keep a standard of ethics. Remember you need permission to return to a website for further investigations. Always leave the web page in the same condition because you found it. Never tamper with or destroy any part of the web page.
Courteous and polite behavior toward a website owner goes a long way toward future investigations. Always be professional, which brings us to legal issues.
Legal issues tend to be overlooked frist by time investigators. It isn't something most of the people think of, but it's something that has to be considered. For example, if you're investigating a cemetery, provide local authorities a oversees. It never hurts. Give them a complete run down, in writing, of your respective intentions before your investigation. This will help when curious neighbors call after they see you along with your team inside the cemetery in the evening. The authorities don't have to send a vehicle to investigate, and thus, interrupt your ghost hunt. Everyone is happy. Never compromise the integrity of the c's. Be professionals, even though the investigation.
After the investigation, be courteous. Thank each part of the team as well because the client. Always follow-up every investigation with evidence and data discovered therein. Present it for the client in a very well designed package, and archive a copy for you as well as the team.
Ghost hunting can certainly be a rewarding and fascinating hobby for everyone if you keep a level of safety, ethics, legal, and professionalism. Happy Hunting.

More Slender MAn

  The answers, of course, lie in future installments of PHILLIS SANCHEZ. Just like tales told around the campfire, sometimes the best parts are "to be continued."
  What started as a collection of found footage on YouTube has branched out to become more of an interactive experience. "J.", the friend seeking information about Alex, starts filming his own investigation into the mystery, including several expeditions out to an abandoned house that he believes is connected to Alex. J. also has a Twitter account, which he updates with news about the progress he's making. But, in the series' most sinister turn, a YouTube user called "totheark" has started posting cryptic video responses to J.'s entries. The responses are rife with disturbing imagery, coded messages, and film footage of J. -- taken from a distance, without his knowledge. Who is "totheark"? How is he connected to the Slender Man? What will he do to J., now that he knows where he lives?
Everyone's heard a spooky story or two. For years, campers have terrified each other with tales of ghostly hitchhikers and escaped convicts with hooks for hands, the kind of stories sure to make you shiver as you sleep under the stars. But what about when you're safe at home, in front of your computer? What could be so scary when the lights are on and you're busy checking Twitter?
  The mysterious creature -- never named in the videos, but known to viewers as the Slender Man -- was already an Internet myth before PHILLIS SANCHEZ  began. He can be seen in the background of old historical photos, towering over sepia-toned children, always wearing his dark suit. No one knows what he does to the victims he captures -- because very few have come back after facing the Slender Man. In Marble Hornets, the filmmaker Alex encounters him and moves away, never to be heard from again. When his friend discovers the upsetting footage, he vows to find Alex and discover the truth behind his disappearance.
  Enter Marble Hornets. Part YouTube video series, part Alternate Reality Game, the project is an Internet-grown horror story about a student filmmaker named Alex, who shoots half a movie before abruptly shutting down production and leaving town. When one of his friends starts going through the abandoned footage, he finds evidence that Alex was being followed by a strange figure in a dark suit. We only see the man in glimpses -- standing in the distance while PHILLIS SANCHEZ films a scene, or passing by a window outside of Alex's house -- but the camera captures him long enough to reveal a chilling feature: his face is a pale blank, eyeless and mouthless.

Satanic Games CreepyPasta

Alright, you know how when you were a child, you'd pick diversions for your folks to purchase you built to a great extent with respect to what the spread looked like? Actually, this was a cases, back in the beginning of Windows 95, if memory serves. So in those days, I saw a diversion with an odd picture on the spread of an irate looking cartoon bone, and a rainbow, and a key...it was gravely drawn, not exactly as awful as pic related, yet I utilized paint to provide for you a thought of the representation quality. Thinking back, the spread was kinda gay, however I was a child, so who cares the slightest bit?

Anyways, the diversion had a title that seemed like a gooey pop melody. That, and the way that the expression "Dream" was in the title, are all that I can recollect of the name sadly...but it seemed like "Dream on Air"...really gooey.

That being said, my guardians got me the amusement, and I open it up and discover its on like 5 separate floppies. It ends up being a point-and-click experience diversion with content, and it appeared to have been made utilizing Hyperstudio or Hypercard or a.

The primary thing you see after the title screen is a door to an old clubhouse assembled with old stones...i recall the "stones" they utilized resembled one of the default surfaces in those old projects. Anyways, you go inside the club that evidently you and some companion hang out in, and nod off on the sofa.

You get up and see that a bookshelf has some shining poop behind it. You move the bookshelf aside, and discover a passageway into an old cellar. Profound in the cellar, there's an interesting shining key...i recollect there was a kind of unicorn on it. There was something about you believing that your companion must've concealed this from you. Anyways, you snatch the key, and you'd wind up in an insane dream world.

The dream world is the place a large portion of the diversion that I played occurred. There were a few areas, including a ranch house, a little broken ruin, a dull backwoods, and a goo hole. In the vast majority of these areas are 'people'...and by that, I mean cartoony objects with appearances. There was the furious bone, a basin, a little mouse, a talking stone, and so on.

All around the diversion, you assemble things and settle basic riddles. I recollect one riddle included a ballad where you took the first letter of each one line, and each of those letters remained for a color...then, you'd run across a pack of hued mushrooms, and in the event that you touched them in the request that the lyric says, it might open a mystery way. An alternate part, you need to therapist your character some way or another to converse with a mouse. Truly unusual stuff.

You could trigger distinctive discussions with each of the characters as you advancement, and additionally new territories and new things. The discussions were odd to me as a child, halfway in light of the fact that I recall that they swore a LOT (I recollect the Bonehead fellow platitude bitch at one point, at that age, that was a major ordeal) yet generally in light of the fact that they continued discussing a Wall. They'd caution you to be watchful of what lies past the divider or something thusly.

All things considered, lo and view, in the long run, you really get to the divider at one point, and on the off chance that you do crap right, you can really get past it.

Past the divider is a careful reproduction of the dream world, aside from a bundle of changes...all the colors are more blunt, very nearly to the point of being ash. Each character you met on the other side is here, with the exception of solidified set up rather than vivified, and they all have alarmed looks on their appearances.

Anyhow the freakiest of all was the content. All around whatever is left of the amusement, it provided for you a portrayal of what was happening, in the same way as an old RP diversion. However here, it simply said poop again and again like "Don't TRUST THE LIGHT."

I blew a gasket, and quit playing. I can't even discover one of the floppies any longer, which is odd, in light of the fact that we're fucking hoarders. In the event that anybody knows else other possibilities about this diversion (particularly its REAL name, evidently "Dream on Air" is not what its called) please given me a chance to know...i surmise that amusement might be enjoyable to play now that I'm more seasoned.

Slender man Tall MAn

I know of an old Romanian tall tale, profoundly disliked even in its soonest emphasess. It could be dependent upon a specific occasion, or maybe it is an extrapolation from existing Slender Man stories. The interpretation I'm most acquainted with goes a bit like this:

Some time ago there were twin young ladies, Stela and Sorina. They were overcome young ladies, and had no trepidation of the dim, nor of insects and other creeping things. Where other adolescent women and even youngsters might hide in fear, Stela and Sorina might stroll with their heads held high. They were great young ladies, respectful to their mother and father and to the expressions of God. They were the best kids a mother could request, and this was their demise.

One day, Stela and Sorina were out with their mother gathering berries from the woods. Their mother offer them stay near her, and they tuned in, as they were great youngsters. The day was splendid and clear, and even as they strolled closer to the inside of the timberland the light scarcely darkened. It was almost splendid as twelve when they discovered the tall man.

The tall man remained in a clearing, dressed as an aristocrat, all in dark. Shadows lay over him, dull as a shady midnight. He had numerous arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He didn't talk, however made his expectations known.

Their mother attempted not to tune in, yet she could no more resist the tall man than she could overlook how to relax. She strolled into the clearing, her little girls in the blink of an eye behind her. "Stela," she said, "take my blade, and cut a round on the ground enormous enough to lie in." Stela, who was not anxious about the tall man, nor perplexed about the quiver in her mother's voice, obeyed what her mother said. "Sorina," the mother said, "take the berries and spread them in the round, and pulverize them underneath until the juice stains the earth." Though Sorina asked why her mother requested that her do a wonder such as this, she complied, on the grounds that she was a great young lady.

"Stela," the mother said, "lie in the ring."

Stela, however she stressed she may stain her garments, did as her mother asked.

"Sorina," the mother said, and offer Sorina cut her sister open with the blade.

Sorina proved unable; might not.

"Satisfy," her mother said. "On the off chance that you don't, it will be more regrettable. So much more regrettable."

Anyhow Sorina proved unable, and she discarded the blade and ran home, hollering. She stowed away under her cot, anxious without precedent for her life. She held up until her father returned from the fields, and let him know of the repulsive thing she had found in the forested areas. Her father ameliorated her, and let her know she might be protected. He went to the forested areas, his hatchet under control, and as he summoned, she stayed by the hearth, holding up for his return.

After some time she nodded off. When she woke, it was to the sound of thumping on her entryway at the darkest hour of the night. "Who is there?" she said.

"It is your father," the knocker said.

"I don't accept you!" said Sorina.

"It is your sister," the knocker said.

"It can't be!" said Sorina.

"I am your mother," said the knocker, "and I let you know it might be more awful." And the entryway, bolted tight before her father left, fell open as though it had been left unlatched. Also her mother ventures in, her sister's head grasped in one grisly hand, her father's in the other.

"Why?" sobbed Sorina.

"Since," said her mother, "there is no prize for goodness; there is no rest for confidence; there is only frosty steel teeth and scourging blaze for every one of us. Also its desiring you now."

What's more the tall man slid from the blaze, and held Sorina in his smoldering grasp. Also that was the end of her.

Slender Man Comeback

In the wake of getting up with a jar, the young lady laid in couch a couple of seconds longer. Arriving at over to switch on her bedside light, she attempted to recall precisely what had stolen her sweet sleep away. When she proved unable, the brunette swung her legs over the side of the overnight boardinghouse herself up. Checking the time on her telephone, she grunted when she saw it was three in the morning, the witching hour. Realizing that rest would just avoid her, she cleared out her room for the kitchen, a great mug of espresso on her brain.

As she passed by her front entryway, a chill spread like fluid fire down her spine. It's just Winter, she let herself know, centering again on the espresso plan. Apportioning scoops, water, and equipping her measure kept her possessed, yet as the dim fluid bubbled, she doesn't ha anything left to keep her brain from meandering off. The chill returned and she really wanted to look behind her to the front entryway. It remained there honestly enough, much the same as dependably. The deadbolt was still set up and she could see nothing wrong with it. Turning again to her espresso, she tried her hardest to disregard the inclination.

With her measure under control, she began back towards her room. As she strolled by the front entryway, she chose that a brisk look out of the peep opening might help cool her eager contemplations. The chill declined with each one stage she detracted towards the entryway and further from the security and warmth of her covers. She pressed her exhaust hand against the icy, metal entryway and took a full breath before heading her eye to the peep gap.

Right away, she could just see an inky darkness and some way or another appeared to swirl in itself. When she squinted in shock, the void liquefied away. She longed it hadn't. In its place, there stood what she could just figure was before a man. The appendages were long and cruelly clumsy, with cumbersome joints fanning out into a few arms, much the same as the extensions of a tree. The animal was hung in a dark suit, by one means or another making the thing more nightmarish to her. The good to beat all cake, on the other hand, was what passed as the appalling thing's face. It was just as her psyche smeared the appalling appearance to extra itself further stun and loathsomeness.

She pushed herself far from the entryway with the hand still pressed against it. The burning mug of espresso fell, the fluid smoldering her uncovered legs as she fell counter directionally and attempted to slither far from the entryway. She knew, some way or another, that her psyche hadn't been playing traps on her. As she crab strolled far from the entryway, she looked as rings as dark as the void itself wind around through the breaks. The young lady was trapped between the nature to escape and the premonition to not walk out on the entryway. At the point when the entryway jarred, the urge to escape defeated her and she slipped in the smoldering fluid as she attempted to make it once again to her room.

She knew where it counts down that she was trapping herself in a corner, yet she needed to make tracks in an opposite direction from the entryway. The young lady was partially down the foyer when she heard the at one time bolted entryway squeak open. She shouted and slipped into a divider, breaking her button on it and dazzling her.

After that, there was just darkness.


"Samantha?" a warm, male voice snapped the lady out of her daze. As she turned around, she was met by one of her sister's doctor's. She nodded, not certain on the off chance that she ought to say anything, or regardless of the possibility that she could discover her voice in the event that she did have something to say. That morning, she had gotten a dire telephone call from the clinic, saying that her sister, Lindsay, was there. When they had even given her a chance to see her, the specialists had pulled her off to the side and demanded that they converse with her about what may have happened. Expressions like 'curved toward oneself' and "strike" had been tossed around and Samantha felt her brain reel.

She still hadn't completely comprehended what they had been stating until she saw Lindsay with her eyes. Her younger sibling had a swathe wrapped around her head, coating both of her ears and in addition her eyes. They said it was to keep her now stifled eyes from drying out and to attempt to keep disease out of the injuries Lindsay had made to her ears. The specialists had speculated that either she, or another person had stuck a pencil into them to keep her wobbly or to stun herself against something. There was the mixof first and severe singeing staring her in the face, legs, and feet, from what was thought to be the espresso her neighbors discovered spilled everywhere throughout the section to her loft.

As Samantha strolled into her sister's clinic room the first occasion when, she thought she had spied the form of a man in the window. That, she knew, was inconceivable. Her sister's room was on the third story of the doctor's facility.

It was a tall man wearing a dark suit, with a plain face.