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Dear /x/.

Based on sheer probability, I'm probably somewhat like you. I'm a white male in my mid twenties. I'm currently lying down in my bed posting from a laptop with a rather annoying head cold, breathing entirely through my mouth. I live in the southeast area of the United States. I'm listening to some music that I enjoy. I work at a decent job that pays me only slightly above minimum wage and I struggle to make it month to month. There is nothing magical about me.

Now then. Since we've established that I am not a special snowflake, and hopefully you've related to some aspect of what I said about myself, I need to tell a story, and explain a few things to you all.

The vast majority of the posters here are roleplayers. The vast majority of people here starting threads about magick, demons, ghosts, aliens, the occult, Thelema, paranormal experiences as a whole are speaking from a standpoint of suspended disbelief and speculation on events that they have not personally witnessed take place.

Purely for the sake of conversation, I will use an example. It is akin to how I would describe Buckingham Palace. I've never been to England, or out of the US for that matter, but I know Buckingham Palace exists. I can picture it in my minds eye, but I've never actually SEEN the palace. Many of it's nuances are just unknowable to me, because I've never been there to experience it's beauty and depth.

This is how most people here are experiencing the paranormal. Through their mind's eye, in their imagination. And that's fine. There's nothing wrong with creativity.

But every once in a while, someone comes around these parts that has had first hand contact with something they can't explain. Some sort of experience that just doesn't quite fit into their worldview; and the memory sits and grows in their brain trying to assimilate, like a square peg trying to enter a round hole. And that, my friends, changes a man. It really does.