/x/ - Paranormal / Occult

I found the story pretty riveting.

I'm from a depressed rust-belt city and exploring creepy old factories and random caves is a common passtime for delinquent students who have nothing else to do.

I found it easy to relate to this story.

Yea, this is one of my favorites stories ever. after i was done, i had chills. had to go take a walk in daylight to get it off. had to have read it when i was about 13.

Does this just end like that? Any info on Ted's journey? Does this imply he didn't make it out alive? This is the only interesting story I've read on the whole paranormal field.

It's an old story written by Thomas Lera. It stops at page 10 because he wanted it to end without the reader knowing what happened.

That was so good. And it had my favorite kind of ending, too.

>>647

I hear to quiet music while I lay on my bed, as if I was going to sleep.

I start to breath rhythmically, three seconds to take air; three seconds I hold, and I loose the air in another 3 seconds. I concentrate in this as I have my eyes closed, and then I start to 'feel my body'. First, I concentrate in my feet, in all they're touching, if it's warm, my clothes etc. Then I start to go up, untill I reach my head and my hair. At this point I still am trying to keep the rhythm of my breath.

Then I try to focalize in myself, in my thoughts. Mostly, I imagine I am in a nice place, like a temple in a snowy forest, with a little river near. I like that place, and I call it my 'Inner core'. I try to see myself there, dressed in white, meditating, as I heard the wind noises, the plants, the animals, the air. I feel the frozen air.

That's basically what I do, and generally as I see myself doing it I think in other things, but I manage to keep focused on the main meditation properly.

Never got any strange situation doing this, though.

>I hear to quiet music while I lay on my bed, as if I was going to sleep.

I listen to quit music*

Ahh, sorry for the typo and others errors it might have but I'm sleepy and english is not my first language.

>>648
When you meditate you want it to be as quiet as possible. I suggest no music. Your other mistake lies withing what you focus on while you meditate. When you meditate you do not want to focus on anything, but you dont want to zone out. You concentrate on nothingness. You try to clear your mind of everything. Every little thought that pops in your head while you do this should quickly be dismissed.

Remember, keep your mind clear when you do this.

>>650

Oh, is that so. I'm gonna try it like that now. Thank you.

Is there any other thing I have to take in consideration if I want to grow spiritually?

hey op, just wanted to say i really like your energy. I was just wondering since you can sense energies im sure ur opinion on mine? in a way i feel its not as light as it used to be, but im thinking maybe due to adaptations to external environmen? your toughts?

spending your whole life with yoga practices and living in solitude of nature

dmt

>>424
This works but its very sudden and you may not be ready for what you find or understand what you find. I suggest the yogic meditations. Its not easier, but you won't experience a plate-tectonic shift in your personality and knowledge, you'll experience a gradual awakening.

Just be careful not to open that 7th gate. When you do there's no turning back

dont listen to people saying its hard, its not. And nothing huge will happen either. At least, most likely it wont. Your third eye opens on its own all the time, mostly when receiving information that will greatly help your life, but it you wish to open it own your own simply focus on a ball of purple/blue light in the back of your brow. Spin it and imagine an eye opening. You should feel some strange pressure there.

Congratulations, you have opened your third eye.

>>444
i was there for that mess, and i dont think op admitted anything. someone was posting claiming to be op's sister and they admitted shortly after that they just wanted in on the attention op was getting.

>>445
it was such a mess.
someone came in and claimed to be op's sister, then I think thye claimed they were faking, THEN someone claimed to be the police and they found OP dead in their room with their thread on uboachan up on the screen of their laptop, and THEN I think that person admitted they were faking too.

so many fakers.

I took a hallucingenic pill my friend gave me once, I kept my eyes closed for a long time and it felt like I was falling through the landscapes, different creatures looking at me. Probably unrelated but I thought it was very cool.

>>446

I haven't seen that gif in years and it's my favorite one

>>546
hurray I did something

Abducsions plz go

I'm making a tulpa during my downtime at work.
Which is all the time.
Going's really slow, though.

>>323
Is it actually working?

I mean, is this tulpa stuff actually a real thing and not fake?

Well, the process involves obscene amounts of mental concentration and drug use to form a separate, sapient, sentient individual (a tulpa) with its own beliefs and aspirations. And not only that, the tulpa will have it's own form that you can interact with! Only the tulpa exists nowhere but inside of your head.
It just seems like taking the idea of an imaginary friend *WAY* too far. I just don't see the appeal of going through all of this time and effort just to have a pseudo-person live in your brain.

What's even the point? One of the tulpa.info guides says that a tulpa entails "autonomous thinking, decision making skills, the tulpa having its own set of likes, dislikes, pleasures and emotions, the tulpa having different thoughts from you, and the like. The tulpa will be able to talk and function on its own." So you're not making some random character in your head to sound off to. You're making another conscious, an individual who resides within you but otherwise could be totally different.
But here's the thing: we have those already. They're called "people", and there are over 7 billion of them on this planet. So why should someone put forth all of this time and effort to form what is ultimately a hallucination, when there are premade humans you can interact with all over the place?

>>386

Because dealing with real people doesn't make you a unique and special snowflake. Oh, and real people are real, and reality is big and scary (and you have to go OUTSIDE!).

Also, a mushroom trip gave me the motivation to turn my life around. Hell, one time they convinced me to go to college.

tl;dr
the birthday massacre

Well, only two things have happened in my life that were strange, and I'm almost completely sure that one of them didn't happen. Anyway, when I was eleven me and my dad were just coming back from the grocery store, back to his home in a development with woods surrounding it. Me being all strong and stuff, I carried more of the bags than he did, and he told me to just go upstairs and wait for him. I did as I was told, put the bags on the counter, and then sat down on the couch to rest and wait for him to join me. The house had a couple of ceiling windows and I just happened to look up at the one closest to me.

Now, recently, I had just become obsessed with creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Tribe Twelve, and all the rest of that kind of stuff. So I have no idea if that has something to do with it.

Anyhow, I just happened to look up at the closest ceiling windows, and there he was. Staring at me through the window was a faceless, white skinned guy in a black suit and tie, looking down through the window. My heart felt achy, and I did everything from close my eyes and shake my head to look elsewhere and then back. But he was still there. I yelled for my dad, and (Stupidly) ran to get him. When I came back, it was gone. I have no idea where the hell he is, or if he is going to come back. I really hope not.

Shortly after my Grandmother died, doors in the house would mysteriously open and close. The activity didn't get past that, and stopped after a couple weeks.

When I was a little kid my mother bought a bunch of brownies and placed it by the dinner table. My sister and I were hungry one night so we decided to get some. Right after we left the dining area, one of the chairs moved out on its own. I know it wasn't due to a sudden quake because the quake to make it move out so far would have to have been pretty strong, and neither of us felt anything.

Well I myself haven't had that much going on in the way of paranormal. My brother's the one that sucks spirits in like a fucking magnet.

Anyway
>Mister Rapeface
we don't have a better name for him, big bro named him that because he's an immature gamer, etc. bro said he looks and sounds like dad, or something. he just… does. he peeks into his room at like 2 am when dads fast asleep, and bro thinks its just our dad. it freaks him out sometimes. he also has dad's cough, apparently, and used to hang out in dads room in the old rental.
>Mr. Summers
this guy haunts our uncle and aunts house out in the outskirts of a small town. hes nice though, i think. he messes with a calculator and makes it glitch zeros and makes spaces, which isnt really possible for old calculators that thrive on sunlight(so says mom and my uncle). he counts his crops on the calculator, he used to be a farmer. we've caught audio of him making noises on my big bro's phone when nobody's there. unless the cat, harley, is a fatass or knocks things over like a fuckass.
>???
another uncle, another house. this one was much bigger and we had to give it up recently. mom talked about living there before she met my dad and she had a peeping tom, but there were no ladders or anything for them to stand on. and my big sister said that when she was going to school like i used to some few years ago, she lived in the house. apparently the radio she was listening to from another room as she did her hair and makeup in the morning would shut off. i never actually experienced anything myself, however. my brother said he used to see people a lot and once got so scared he kept me up on a school night so he could sleep on the floor in me and my mother's room. she was at work at the time and i was trying to get some rest before the bus came to pick me up. no idea why i was the least favored one.

maybe i just didnt notice things though, after all i WAS fucking around on the computer like 24/7.

looking back on how often i was home alone in that house is actually sort of creepy to think about. but when it wasnt deader than a graveyard it was fucking chock full of people, whom i avoided like the plague because i was an angsty teenager with people issues.

>>168
Definite Nopperabou. :|
Look it up.

too many ethical issues involved for anyone to even begin. ie: what if the head continues to live afterwards, does it have a right to die again if it wants to? Or what if it was sparked back to life without ability to communicate, would there be consciousness in there? (there is already this going on with individuals who have locked in syndrome)

at what point does life end and 'death' begin? how can an experiment which intends to end life for a short period be ethically sound if you can't answer the first question?

I have this.

Here you go

>>60
Fuck I lol'd

The meme is called Horrifying House-guest AKA Shadowlurker.