April 26, 2017
I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world
The Island of Dr. Moreau
April 26, 2017
They see, it is said, men who have been dead for several months, come back to earth, talk, walk, infest villages, ill use both men and beasts, suck the blood of their near relations, make them ill, and finally cause their death; so that people can only save themselves from their dangerous visits and their hauntings by exhuming them, impaling them, cutting off their heads, tearing out the heart, or burning them. These revenants are called by the name of oupires or vampires, that is to say, leeches; and such particulars are related of them, so singular, so detailed, and invested with such probable circumstances and such judicial information, that one can hardly refuse to credit the belief which is held in those countries, that these revenants come out of their tombs and produce those effects which are proclaimed of them.
Antoine Augustin Calme
Traité sur les apparitions des esprits et sur les vampires ou les revenans de Hongrie, de Moravie, &c.
(Treatise on the Apparitions of Spirits and on Vampires or Revenants of Hungary, Moravia, et al.)
April 26, 2017
April 26, 2017
Cold night; very chill this morning. So much so I broke my pre-beltane fast by making nettle tea this morning; I really did crave a hot drink.
There is so much
crap nonsense spoken about ‘meat farming’ the livestock industry in this country. For example the spread of Bovine TB in cattle. This, according to government ministers, is the fault of badgers: a cull of badgers is essential to control the disease –
Last year the number of animals slaughtered in England’s badger cull soared to more than 10,000, and while ministers claimed the results a great success, a leading scientist said there was ‘no basis’ for suggesting the cull was effective. Half the badgers killed in 2016 were shot without first being trapped, a method rejected as inhumane by the British Veterinary Association in 2015.
Claire Bass, director of the Humane Society International/UK, said: “Badger culling is a costly distraction from the real solution to TB in cattle. It’s a disease of cattle, primarily spread by cattle, and it’s cattle-focused control measures that will stop it. But the government has sanctioned large-scale ‘badgercide’.”
The National Farmers Union on the other hand claimed the latest cull results a success – although it takes two years for the effects to feed through the system.
According to Chief Veterinary Officer for Wales, Prof. Christianne Glossop, incidence of bovine TB in Wales have fallen by 28%; the number of infected cattle slaughtered has fallen by 45%; and 94% of Welsh herds are TB free. This achieved without culling a solitary badger!
The largest-ever study conducted to examine whether culling badgers would reduce bovine TB in cattle, a ten-year, £50m study called the Randomised Badger Culling Trial, concluded in 2007 that: “… badger culling can make no meaningful contribution to cattle TB control in Britain.” See HERE.
I’m so reminded of the foot and mouth outbreak of 2001. Then mass slaughter was perpetrated by Nick Brown and his Ministry of Agriculture officials, aided and abetted by Sir Ben Gill of the NFU. Between February and September that year 2,030 cases of foot & mouth were confirmed, resulting in the culling and incineration of about 6 million animals – 4,900,000 sheep, 700,00 cattle and 400,000 pigs.
The officials and farmers’ leaders refused to countenance vaccination, as practised effectively elsewhere. All this despite the facts that the disease is very rarely passed to humans, who have to be in close contact with the beasts, and that when it does it’s not serious. The last human case in Britain was in 1967. The mass pyres of carcasses were still more bizarre. The virus is sensitive to stomach acid, and so cannot be passed by eating infected meat. If the meat could have been frozen there was no reason to keep the carcasses from the market.
Of course TB in cattle can be passed along the food chain. But it is the similarity in solution to these problems (all of which are funded by the tax payer) of unnecessary mass slaughter – of livestock on one hand, and badgers on the other that I find disturbing.
April 23, 2017
I have this fantasy where I’m paraded naked through the streets of a local town and them publicly flogged with birch rods.
April 22, 2017
Most people have never seen a ghost, and never want or expect to, but almost everyone will admit that sometimes they have a sneaking feeling that they just possibly could meet a ghost if they weren’t careful―if they were to turn a corner too suddenly, perhaps, or open their eyes too soon when they wake up at night, or go into a dark room without hesitating first.
Come along with me
April 17, 2017
Alright. So I’m surprised this hasn’t been addressed for the witchy/occulty community on here yet. So I’m gonna lay down some common misconceptions about demons, because I want all my witchy babes to be well informed.
1. “Don’t do ____, or you’ll ‘accidentally’ summon a demon!”
Oh honey, no. It takes so much more to summon demons than that. You can’t ‘accidently’ summon a demon with a Ouija/spirit board, or by just simply drawing a sigil, or doing some kind of baneful magic. It takes extensive rituals to even spark the interest of a demon. I can promise you, if a demon was a result of a session with a spirit or Ouija board, chances are that it’s been around for a lot longer than that. Demons can be incredibly powerful entities. They don’t just sit up one day and suddenly decide they’re going to go fuck with some teenager with a Ouija board. They have to be intentionally summoned, or they hang around heavily negative areas. Like, heavily negative. All you may get from a spirit or Ouija board is a douchebag poltergeist. Even then, that’s pretty rare.
2. “Weird things are happening in my house, must be a demonic haunting!”
Believe me, you’ll fucking know when you’re dealing with a demon. They don’t fuck around. It’s go big or go home with them. Chances are, you’re just dealing with a poltergeist, which usually aren’t violent. Poltergeists just want you to know that they’re there and to pay a little attention to them. Big red flags for demonic hauntings are:
• Immense harm
o I don’t just mean little scratches or the occasional pinching or pulling hair. Demons get nasty. I’ve been to the E.R. twice because of a bout with one. I’ve got about 3 or 4, 4 inch scars because of one that gouged me. They will leave deep cuts, push you down stairs, throw shit at you, whatever they can do to entice fear. It’s what they feed off of.
• Nasty Smells
o This includes the smell of sulphur, rotting eggs, rotting meat. It’ll make you fucking gag, it’s nasty as hell. It is legitimately the smell of death.
• Growling/other very terrifying noises
o Now, I’m not talking about little creaking noises or the occasional whispers. This is very audible, very sinister growling. It will sound like a canine’s, though they can sound however they like. Scratching, slams, whatever they wanna do to scare the shit out of you. Demons are incredibly deceptive, they’re masters of mimicking voices or taking on different shapes. They like to take on shapes of someone you care about.
o Again, I’m not talking about just normal little shadows moving. They will be incredibly intense shadows, literally the epitome of darkness. Think of the darkest thing possible. It’s darker than that. You will very rarely be able to see through these shadows.
3. “So and so got possessed by a demon and they didn’t do anything to get possessed!”
Fun fact: Demons have to be invited into a body. Similar to a vampire being invited to a home. They can’t just take over a body, they’ll have to wait until that person says okay. Now what they like to do, is to wear the person down, both emotionally and physically, until that person’s will has crumbled. When it gets to be too much for a person, they’ll often give in and just let the demon take over. Then you’ll have to do an exorcism which is a very tiring and lengthy process that may not even work. Exorcisms can take hours to days to weeks. And sometimes it just doesn’t work. Sometimes the person has just completely given up or the demon is just a total jackass set on this person’s death or soul.
Last bit of advice: Don’t get involved with shit you can’t handle.
Believe me, I know how interesting demons are, and the allure to it. But these are not entities to take lightly. Getting involved with these guys without knowing how to protect yourself or fight them could legitimately get you killed. Do not make deals or pacts or whatever unless you are 100% sure you know what you’re doing. I’ve been studying for about four years now, and I wouldn’t even think about summoning one. Because I know how malicious these guys are. They don’t fuck around. Do not fuck with shit you don’t know how to handle. Even if you think you can, I guarantee you still don’t have enough experience. Just don’t fucking do it. Best case scenario, you’re haunted for the rest of your life. Worst case? You’re fucking dead. They are beings compared to gods, do not treat them like little nasty spirits, because they are not.
(Peedeel says: Ouija boards are not toys, Boys and Girls. Don’t mess with them. They ARE a doorway, and unless you have experience of dealing with the spirit world, you have no idea who or what is communicating with you. You’ve opened a door, and called to them. Which is a little like playing Russian roulette with an automatic pistol).
April 17, 2017
So I’ve been married six years to this wonderful guy. He works in the media, and just received a promotion he’s wanted like forever. What he don’t know, is he got it because I let his fat old boss fuck me all night long when he was away on a training course in January.
April 16, 2017
I have this fantasy where I’m with three other girls from my college days. One of them, Meagan is pure trouble. In reality I’d never had anything to do with her, but in my fantasy I’ve gone with her to this deserted warehouse near the docks.
‘Nasty things can happen to a pretty girl here,’ she says to me, smiling. Then to the others: ‘Grab the little bitch.’
Her two companions wrestle me to the ground. I scream and shout but there’s no one to hear. Meagan kneels down beside me and rips my blouse open; pinches and twist both my breasts. ‘Tie her,’ she says. They produce white cord and tie my wrists behind my back. ‘Now spread her legs.’
I struggle, kick, wriggle – but they hold my ankles. Meagan produces a knife and cuts through the gusset of my panties.
‘Oh, look what she’s got hid in there,’ she says. ‘Spread those legs wider apart.’
I’m on my back, legs yawning wide, totally helpless. Meagan pulls on a pair of white surgical gloves. ‘I’m going to turn that little kitten of yours into a big pussy cat,’ she says. Then she makes a fist of her right hand in front of my face. ‘See this? she says. ‘It’s going right the way up you, bitch. I’m going to get it up as far as my damn elbow. You’ll be able to park a car in there by the time I’ve finished.’
And there the fantasy mostly ends, because without fail I’ve cum by this point.
April 16, 2017
I can’t believe what I’ve done. I mean I’ve always been attracted to those things a girl’s never supposed to be attracted to. But when my bestest ever friend told me about her dogging adventures, I thought this sounds totally disgusting – but I’ve got to try it!
So I did.
We went together to a meet in this carpark beside woodland in the middle of nowhere. It was a warm evening last summer. We parked and glanced round at the other cars there. Less than a minute later two young males approached us. ‘This is it,’ said my friend, and we both got out.
A tall man came up to me and said, ‘Christ you’re so tiny I might break you. Like a doll.’ And I thought Oh God, yeah, break me all you want. And the next thing I was up on the bonnet of the car, legs spread wide as I could get them.
For nearly three hours I was fucked raw by groups of men who queued quietly for their “turn”: some of them were large, some small, some old, a few fairly young. Some had me more than once – most in actual fact – and a couple of them had me four times a piece, returning to the back of the queue each time they came inside me. Rough sex with total strangers, fantastic.
When I got home just after midnight, hubby was sleeping. I took a much needed shower, feeling like a very sore cum dumpster – but remembering different parts of the action in the shower, vivid flashbacks; God alone knew how many times I’d cum! It made me dizzy with fresh lust. I thought: No matter what happens I’ve got to do this again. It’s got to happen.
And it did.
Four more times since then. I’m addicted and don’t care.