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Agent Orange says goodbye
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Pavel
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Posted : Jul 26, 2010 06:05
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God bless Google I guess? How did you find this?
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Xolvexs
IsraTrance Senior Member
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Posted : Jul 26, 2010 15:09
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i dont think it should matter if someone hacks your isratrance account we are not involved in espionage here.. are we?
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diskonekt
Fat Data
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Posted : Jul 27, 2010 16:44
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Upavas
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Posted : Aug 1, 2010 00:27
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kazuku
IsraTrance Full Member
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Posted : Aug 18, 2010 14:29
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Hi psychedelic folks,
I took a wrong turn at rabbithole exit nr.5 , I meant to turn at nr.7. I got a little lost, here is where I went. I thought I was the centre of the universe, righteous and enlightend, walking around like a pharaoh surveilling the construction of the pyramids as the sun shines upon him. Condeming people with an evil eye of arrogance. I had become "The Purist", disgusted by people doing all the things I had done myself untill a few weeks ago- smoking cigarettes, drinking too much alcohol, basically doing things which apperared "profane" to me at the time. I saw demons everywhere without realising they were my own, a mere refelction. The curse of the force of will over love and surrender. It comes as a cost, becoming a ghost to the world, the constant nagging feeling of neing neither here not there.
I gave away all drugs I had. On the way home I thought I was convinced my girlfriend and my 2 friends in the back were demons. I was at war with them, they were constantly trying to tempt me, communicating with the drivers around us via tapping signals. The cars that pulled up in front of us had messages on them, ONLY FOR ME, constantly taunting me with their symbolism  When the symbolism underlying the very basis of our reality is so apparant it everything becomes a matter of life and death, trapped in duality. The communication towers where three horned demons, channeling menacing signals into the aether to disturb our consciousness, the names of places seemed of supreme importance to me.
I jumped out of the rolling car because my girlfriend refused to take a turn that I had "ordered" because it was totally illogical and contrary to our direction. Nirvana unplugged was playing on loop and I kept skipping back to "Jesus dont want me for a sun beam". I jumped out a wanted to walk to whatever stupid village was ahead, I didnt care, everywhere was home I was going to the promised land...so I thought. My friends followed me and finally convinced me to get back in the car. No psytrance Psytrance is bad mkay? Only Nirvana on loop.
The guy with the balck darth vader appliance on his arm had crept up on me on the dancefloor and had shot the Ace of Spades at me from his wrist. Now agents were at every petrol station, waiting for us. Now chance to stop for petrol. Hence we almost ran out.
I wouldnt eat or drink anything because I thought everyone was out to posion me. I had broken the "rules" of some "game" and now sinister, shape shifting agents were following me, taking over the bodies of people as they pleased. Now I knew it. I was an agent too. I was a spy on a mission. I had been all my life. This was a massive conspiracy and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
The sky was alive with alien activity, windmills would turn off as we passed them. I was doing this. Chasing away the clouds. Afterall, I was the center of the universe, the Sun. Superior and enlightend, doing my righteous acts on earth. Smiled upon by the sun.
Having arrived at home my girlfriend was still the devil, sent to stop me from achieving whatever I wanted to achieve, holding me back. Demon in disguise, it was clear to me.
Unknowingly I had turned all the people who loved me into scapegoats.
I wrote to the Freemasons, demanding Master Mason status for having undergone the Royal Arch degree. I wrote to the Pope demanding payment for my Inquisitional skills. I wrote to Scientology demanding Operating Thetan status and claiming I was the reincarnation of Xenu, and to the O.T.O. I started writing to software firms that I was really good "at coding and decoding" and was writing in code language. I wrote to the C.I.A and other secret services demanding mission funds, referrring to "codes" I had picked up on the way. Toilet passes and drink coupons were spiritual currency for me laden with symbolism, crackling in the hand electromagnetically as money does.
When I would go out of the house I read the environment like a map- ahhh an arrow on the floor..it must be there just for me. The grafitis were sigil magic, spies were sitting in strange vans outside our place, surveilling me. I only smoked pot "ritually" in the sun, and I would descend into the underworld every day, resisting the unmarked helicopters, chemtrail planes and governent agents as they gathered their forces. I was untouchable. My handsigns clearly revealed my Masonic status, and as an informant had told me "the Police were gone now", no need to worry then. I would walk around with an orange cloth thinking I was the herald of the Age of Aquarius or something along those lines. I would walk through the streets picking up other peoples rubbish feeling like one of those bearded guys with "the end is nigh" singns in their hands. I actually did grow a beard. It helped me to feel a bit more righteous.
At night demons would torture me untill the sun came back. I suggested to an Australian family friend who is about 60 that he needs to finance my crazy project ideas. I was talking to him in code again, assuming he would understand because he was rich, and hence must have also cracked the code at some stage. Afterall it was all a scam, a joke was it not?
Instead of pouring the creativity I had into a productive outlet, it all I did was attempt to "hack" into the lottery my magical means, which failed epically.
I was communicating with aliens/demons/angels/the dead/whoever via the internet anyway, all codes leading me somewhere, but it all seemed to be a dead end.
I made Psytrance responsible for everything, damn brainwashing music I thought. Everything had turned upside down, this rabbit hole was more like a deep-sea krakens layer. Damn malevolent magic everywhere. Just a refelction of myself. Time to make peace in and outside.
To be continued..............and thx for reading. I still love you all
P.L.U.R
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mk47
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Posted : Aug 19, 2010 08:05
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hehe  , welcome back brother
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Pavel
Troll
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Posted : Aug 23, 2010 23:53
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Everyone in the world is doing something without me |
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Xolvexs
IsraTrance Senior Member
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Posted : Sep 7, 2010 20:22
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