Religion And Astral Projection

After recent reflection, I have come to the conclusion that the four worst sins are: - Crucifiction of any creature. This includes using witchcraft to crucify. Roasting is a form of crucifiction. - Rape of anyone and that includes witchcraft to rape. - Defamation, blame, pointing the finger, gloating, judgement - Bullying and harassment These sins are the worst because they are the things people fear the most, and doing them will roast you. You can see the effect of doing any of these sins on the astral plane. Snakes rush towards your body and enter it, when you commit a sin. You will be tormented by them and your IQ level drops. You develop blockages that cause you problems later. The opposite happens when you ask God to help remove the snakes for you, either the snakes will move away from your body before they enter, or someone will come to help you remove them. You need to keep asking. Seeing yourself as a victim, isn't a good idea, as this is the same as pointing the finger elsewhere. You should not blame anyone for what happens to you. You should accept responsibility for your own life. You need to change from within to improve your life, rather than projecting blame elsewhere, saying a certain person is Lucifer or whatever. This only roasts you. You have the freedom to ask God for help at any time. Certain prayers will release a lot of snakes. Experiment if you can see this on the astral plane, but don't use someone else as your guinea pig, as this is a sin. Experiment on yourself. The movement of the snakes shows that you can sin with your mind as well as with your body. I have found astral projection to be helpful in certain ways, as it can help you to understand various things, like help get to the root of a problem, or motivate you to change and be a better person, but it can be nebulous in terms of communication, as one never knows for sure who is talking to you. People can fool you with disguises. Also, some of the sights there can be quite disturbing. So, you are better off just praying to God for solution to problems. Many people think it is ok to sin if it is someone bad you are doing the sin too. This is not true. It's the sin and not who you are doing it to, that will determine what will happen to you, whether you'll be lowered and roasted or not. Assume everyone, even the smallest creature is blameless and instead work on yourself. Don't crucify anyone, and this includes the tinyest of creatures. They will feel it just as much. They are the same as us. Some humans may seem evil to you. Assume nobody is evil, just less evolved, enlightened or educated. Everyone can improve with prayer and practicing less sin, less finger pointing..It wont help you to crucify anyone. It will only roast your life as you are doing evil. What matters is what you do, rather than who you do it too, even if you think this person is the devil. If a tiny creature is a pest, use humans ways to remove them. It is a bad thing to say someone is suicide or that someone is your suicide. You can't blame others for your suicide. You have to take responsibility for your own life. Prayer will help, but you need to live a good life. Feel free to comment if you disagree with anything here, or if you agree and have found it to be helpful.

Reflections

She walked slowly down the unlit stairs, in her thick blue high heels. The door was open at the bottom. There, she stared out to an open space. Several children were playing on merrygorounds... in the distance. She could hear screams and laughter. Such simple delights were few in a life that had become torment. Every day, every way, there was pain, like the ladder she bore in her pale grey stockings. She thought of the warm rosey hearth of her grandmother's home. Ebony embers and rich rose wall paper, her grandmother's thick black curly hair and rosey cheeks. She always had a pleasant smile and nice things to say. It was rare you heard any of these nowadays. There were those who were jealous, and spiteful, wanting to bring you down at every turn, wanting to make you their devil. Such begrudgers had nothing better to do with their lives, but call you names, call you evil, when it is them who started the attack, them who harass and abuse. They were the evil, the green monster of begrudgery. There was always someone who wanted to ruin a good thing, wanted to ruin what peace of mind she tried to create. Now they were saying her suicide was iminent. The witch hunt was out to kill. The victims were the crucified... The lucifer, the persecutor, but they had it the other way around. Evil they were. Their last words were usually, you lose... They murdered, hidden behind a good facade, silent, but deadly. Staunch and polished, they criticised and tore apart everyone who didn't wear the perfect mask. She stared out through the small but bright window above, sitting on a blue stool, with a mug in her hand. A swarm of wasps bustled past. She hadn't expected the strange visitors. Down a dark hallway, she followed them to Mr. Pembrook's study. Behind that wooden door was what the women of Rosswell Hall would call an evil man, He remained hidden behind the door, making lots of money and not sharing it with anyone. The ladies, the nurses, all stayed in their rooms, cool blue offices. You would never suspect there was something wrong. They complained about Mr. Pembroke, about how much money he had and how little they had. The green monster had reared its ugly head again, but did they ever give him anything other that a complaint? Envy was the evil.

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The Evening was approaching and the sky was a swirling maze of indigos and greys. The lake glimmered softly and the moon brightly glowed. What beast lay at the top of that hill? We walked the steep path to the haughty front door of Auburn Manor. You could imagine Lucifer standing behind it with a club in hand. A black raven stood on a the branch of a tree near the door. You could see his claws clenched and his dark gleaming eyes. He cawed as if he was ordering us to get off his land. Dale took out a hunting knife, and hid it behind his back, as we knocked on the front door. There was no answer, so we wandered around the side of the house. One of the windows was slightly open, so Dale pulled it up and climbed inside. He stretched out his hand to help me in, but I resisted. "We can't go in there," I remarked. "Trust me, we can," he replied. "Who lived here?" I asked. "A husband and wife and their two sons and daughter," Dale replied. "How do you know?" He paused for a moment, then said. "My father used to let this property to them." "Ah, then it's ok." Dale grinned cheekily and I climbed in. "I nearly made you burgle," he said. "Yes, evil you are." We had been looking for a place to rent. Maybe here would do. It was in a pleasant spot. "We could rent from your father," I said. "It's not really suitable for us. Too far from any shops." I looked around the dusty old living room. It appeared as if there hadn't been a tenant in years. I peered through the cherry patterned curtains, down to the lapping lake. Close to the shore on the far side of the lake, at the tip on an inlet to a much larger lake, was a windmill, standing all alone, amid a mass of dark bushy trees. A stone staircase, lead down to the water's edge, where a boat was tied up. Dale put his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Coming?" The dark mahogany floor creaked as I followed Dale out to the kitchen. It was down a dark hall a bit, and further down a few steps. The kitchen was large, with old white wooden presses. It looked out onto a series of gardens. There were no modern appliances and the power had been switched off. He turned on the tap. "I have a drink," I said. I took out some red lemonade from my handbag and we drank away. We spent a little longer at that house, before setting off again by foot. Our car was still there, where we left it, so we climbed in and set off for home.

We took off swiftly and sped up Sycamore Hill, where trees of that name were in abundance. Beyond that, a road lead to a motorway, which stretched across a broad lake. Dale pulled the sun-roof back and turned up the stereo. The wind spilled in on our faces as we raced along the N11. Rich sienna and copper rock lead down from the road to the waters edge, a flickering and sparkling spectacle. Tree after tree passed us on the left. A small yellow shuttle bus, taking rugby supporters to a match, overtook us. Dale looked displeased when I put on the accelerator.

We left the road bridge and entered a thick oasis of low trees, which stretched the breadth of a small island. The trees covered and darkened the road, as we travelled further inland. I had wanted to take some photos during our trip, but my camera had vanished the previous day. The sun sprinkled in through dark olive leaves. It finally won, when the overcast trees gave way to a blue sky and low prickly aubergine trees. This wasn’t quite the savoury delight an epicurean like myself had envisaged, but none the less, it had made an interesting contrast to the lush green scenery we had left. Dale was also becoming bored with this sticky scene after several minutes, so he unexpectedly veered off the main road, taking a narrow country road down through marshes of streams and lines of brambles. This was the Lake District, an area rich in wildlife and beautiful to the eye. Water was abundant for miles, in various forms. Our road grew narrower and narrower, until it eventually became a small muddy track, of less than a metre in width. It was here that we abandoned our vehicle, and took to our feet, moseying up along that meandering path by the water’s edge of another grand lake. Tall trees fenced off by meshes of wire and wood, lead to an old wooden house. It looked abandoned and austere, as it peered over the shadowy silver waters of Loch Enoch. Would we check it out? Definitely.

We travelled through bushes and brains, until we were on a high old stone bridge, way above an abyss of tree-tops. Eves Hollows was next. We feared for our safety as a little bit of the bridge ahead was missing. All that remained were two thin train tracks to keep us above sea level. Well, there was a well from a large well down under. It gushed, popped and exploded with water. The red train travelled on southward, veering along Conquer valley, a dark subterranean hollow of dirty muck. A sudden swerve of the carriage forced us back to normality. We were above the roof-tops of many small red and blue houses. The Lucifer threat was still upon us, chasing us, copying our every move. As if a wizard’s ward had passed over the region, the houses all turned to blue. I wondered if Lucifer was omni-potent or impotent more like. The train jostled and jolted, travelling slowly through a jungle of junipers and vines, before jetting through a wide staircase of laurels and sediments of sandstone. This tasty nugget vanished from sight to leave us with sparse ember land.

Dale lay back on the plum seat with his hands clenched. I chose a fruit and nut bar from the sweets trolley and put on ear phones, listening to some soft violin music.

It was 7:30 when the train pulled up at Bresh Court station. We disembarked and entered the white timber station house. Our silver Ford capsule was waiting for us on the far side.

The end of the narrow street opened onto a plaza of little shops and restaurants. Rosie and Olivia Nutgrove, twin girls, from my town, were swinging their legs and drinking yellow lemonade, outside a dark glassed restaurant. We left the square through a gap between tall buildings, and passed a small green, which was surrounded by black chained bollards. People were sitting on benches and reading newspapers there. A path lead us through a small park of white and lavender blossom trees and wine berried bushes. Beachwood forest was close, but we decided to give it a miss, instead, heading for the lake. Willow trees blew fervently by the manmade square lake, which rippled with dark green waters. Fishing and paddle boating were popular here at the height of the season. Boating – ok, fishing – evil. Alongside it, a wide promenade, lined with decorative dark green street lamps, lead us to the high streets of Brentford shopping district, the epitome of good taste in fashion and antiques. We arrived at the junction onto Belfry St., a narrow paved path that lead to a small blue church. The old bell clunk and clang as we flickered past. I thought of the souls of the evil, who would be facing the fires of hell later. Did they think they could hide their deeds from God or Lucifer? It did seem that Armageddon was upon us these days, the last days of the tribulation. Were they ready to be permanently crucified by Lucifer in the afterlife?

Onward, we strolled, quietly and pensively. We wrapped up the trip with a tour of the antique car fair close-by, before heading back home by train.