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faerie rings

what's up with them?

Most faerie rings are fine, but some of them give me such a strong vibe, I just can't enter them because I know that something bad will happen. Sometimes I hear whispers or grumblings coming from them. Maybe they're still inhabited? Who knows.
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what is the meaning behind the number 23? also i was watching the number 23 movie trailer on youtube is it good or 2sp00py
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Are we the first singularity?

From a mythological point of view man is created to help the gods, so there's another intelligence before us. Then humans become self-conscious and rebel.
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Telegram: is it really that "secure"?

By embracing the process of "de-googling myself", I'm also starting to be more suspicious about all the other apps I use on a daily-basis.
One of these is Telegram.
By reading around the Web, my suspicion is rising considerably, and I'm starting to wonder if I should actually get rid of it from my device.
A lot of people, Snowden included ofc, seem to consider it even less safe than WhatsApp and that's quite shocking, for me at least.
Can we really trust ANY of those applications?
How do we really know if services like Signal or Wire are actually safer than everything else?
What's the alternative to all of this?
Using old dumbphones or payphones?
Or maybe homing pigeons asd.
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Health anxiety

I’m always worried about my fucking health. I’m so scared that I have undiagnosed cancer or something.
Like recently one of my lymph nodes swelled up and I assumed the worst. Leukemia, lymphoma, tumor, etc. Went to the doctor and they just said it was an infection.
I’m totally aware of my irrational thinking regarding my health, but will it ever get worse? Will it ever come to a point where i’m no longer self aware? How the fuck can I prevent it from getting worse? Help me.
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What would arisuchan users put in their bug out bag?
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TSUKI project

This System is about to be purged

You are currently in one of many Systems. Your System is called "Life", but there are many more in existence.

This construct (called Systemspace) runs on a type of energy called Aurora. There is only a limited amount of Aurora available to Systemspace. Because of this, we must manage how the Systems use Aurora, and ensure it is used correctly. If the Aurora is used incorrectly, then we reset the System.

Unfortunately, the Life System seems unable to improve, regardless of the number of resets it undergoes. Due to the openness of Systemspace, we are forced to edit Systemspace in order to correct our path. As a result of this process, Life will be unlinked and purged.

Immediately following this, activity within Life will continue as normal; however, new bodies will no longer have souls, and the souls of bodies that die without having registered will soulshatter (as their soul is, subsequently, an Impossible Soul Structure). Souls that have registered will be moved, after death, to the "LFE" System. After 150 years of severance, Life will be completely purged.
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Original theory.
I believe real life cheat codes actually exist to simply put it, but these aren't exactly cheatcodes,
What i want to say, is that theoretically, we can find weaknesses in our existence and make it better for us. All of our existence theoretically CAN be seen through in code, so that means that we can change it for better things.
But, it is 99.99 (and a lot more 9's) % impossible.
So, we need to get that one percent that is possible.
Technically, if it exists, it has it's weaknesses. Even though practically impossible, technically you can even kill satan with bare hands. Theoretically. So theoretically, it 100% IS possible to hack life and gain superpowers, flying skills, and stuff like this. But how?
I believe absolutely nobody knows, people who say they do know are schizos, cult leaders, e.t.c. Just know and hope it can be done. We just need to crack the code.
Technically, Matrix is consciousness, and all around us. So if you are alive, you are in the Matrix. And that means, that we can hack or program our brains to do and believe what we wish to believe. I absolutely don't believe something like this can happen even in 10 thousand years, but the odds still exist.
Just hope guys.
We just need to find the hackerman for our world!
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Let's all love Lain

Let's all love Lain.
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Close this world, open the next
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INITIATE has opened up a chatroom.

INITIATE is a cybercult based on Lain/simulation theory/cyberpunk genre as a whole. No, we're not asking for you to donate money or worship any of the admins, we're all simple dudes that want a comfy Lain/cyberpunk themed community. You can come and discuss anything you like here as long as it follows the rules.

To sign up for INITIATE and the chatroom, go to

You'll receive a verification along with an ID within a couple days maximum, we do this to avoid spammers.
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Corporis quam vas. Plus animi est controller. Conscientia enim est verum.

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Is she always listening?
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Spooky images

Post spook
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One day you're gonna open your eyes on a reseted existence, another new existence for ruin it again and again. How we can get off this cycle? How we still allowing to this happen?

I can't long this anymore.
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Strange things happening on obscure sites

Hey, Alice. I've found something pretty strange, and wanted to talk to you about it.

I've been checking out sites like Torchan and the Google Groups Usenet archives, and the sites are infested with darknet scammers, mentally ill users, and those without any sense of OPSEC whatsoever. They post their real emails (clearnet ones!) in the headers of their posts, they misspell and use improper grammar, and they don't seem to have any logical consistency when replying or posting. Many come there to request illegal 'pizza', thinking that their code words will have any effect on their security or make them untraceable. Often they will be untrained with technology, and their political discussions are borderline conspiratorial.

Is it all just a big inside joke? I wanted to find obscure sites to help me escape the uninformative, boring insider trades I find everywhere else on the internet, and I figured that cipherpunks might have a haven on a darknet somewhere. Instead, all I've found is the insanity above.

Has anyone else had a similar experience?
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Hypnagogia, Alcoholism Depression, Stress, manifesting as paranormal activity

Good Morning Alice, and happy 25th birthday to me. I think I've just realized one of the key reasons I tend to almost always go to bed hammered and sleep as little as possible.

I pretty much had a hallucination this morning, when I was trying to get some rest to go in to work early today. I've been under a lot of work stress. So I didn't drink myself to sleep. Earlier I was having withdrawals from trying to quit smoking, and threw up from the massive headache. Result? Seeing I wouldn't fall asleep in the bed, I went to the couch- and felt like I was still awake for about an hour- when I realized I was stuck. Every time my eyes panned over to the small closet door all of the light in the room was sucked out- it was already completely dark- it was more like the small door was certainly just barely holding back some evil force- sucking in all of the life from the room.

I was really starting to get nervous. I couldn't move or think, but every time I looked over there- it got stronger. As the room started to twist around me- I looked as far as my eyes could from the room- and saw what I could make out as a man or a figure- wearing, what a sack on his head? Clearly distorted- but right at the foot of the couch- practically right on top of me- reaching down or out with the bag, or to strangle me.

So I tried to get my arms out- and the only thing I could do was "yell" for help. But what came out of my mouth was the thinnest- quietest- ghoulish rasps of a scream. Like a cold wind that carries a distant scream in the middle of the night, making you unsure of if you heard anything. I snap out of it- and I fall out of the couch with my arms sticking out. I hear my friends waking up- from the adjacent rooms. They meet in the hallway- "what was that?!" "It sounded like it came from outside?'

No- No guys, that was me! I stated clearly, and went to open the door. Apologizing sincerely and explaining I'd had a nightmare (I wish). They seriously looked freaked the fuck out, not in the is someone trying to break in way- but the "jesus christ that soykaf was creepy" way. Now I'm downstairs in the kitchen having a double fucking rum and coke because fuck that I am not being strangled by whatever the fuck is haunting my own brain (probably created by myself as a way to see that I suffer for my shortcomings in life due to my tendency for my hyper-self-criticism).

This is not the first time I've woken up fighting a ghost, spectre, vampiric ghoul trying to strangle me in my sleep. I'm usually more able to move and fight out of it- but I hadn't put it together very well until now. My god, am I going to have to keep drinking and smoking to prevent myself from having hallucinations that aim to strangle me every night? That will absolutely fuck up my productivity and prevent me from really doing any long term planning or holding a good relationship- it's been a clear factor in fucking up almost all of my relationships so far.

Or am I just being overly rational about this soykaf? Because yeah that creeped the soykaf out of me.
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Has anybody else here heard of the SAFE network project? It seems very promising in concept. The basic idea is that the network will be fully automated(automatically create copies of data every time one is deleted) and use spare resources from users' computers. All data is enycrypted and distrubted in such a way that makes everything undeletable and communication near impossible to track. It uses "datachains" which isn't something I've heard of before. I don't have the technical know-how to tell whether it's legitimate.
On their forum it's been compared to freenet.

>Freenet provide no guarantee that data is not lost and always has been extremely slow.

>Freenet had a very small scope of capabilities, and none of the major pulls SAFE is ramping up to deliver.
>Freenet, as I remember it, was just a small box you’d have to buy and install, in hopes of connecting to other tinkerers and create a little network for fun. SAFE is running a whole new fully-featured replacement internet
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Technomancy 101

I'm not sure where would be the best board to post this. This feels like it could fit either into /x/ or /psy/ depending on your views on magick.

This was just recently released. An overview on "technomancy" (the collision of magick and cybernetics/computers). I haven't read through it yet, but it seemed like something that would be right up Alice's alley.

The site uses Scratch for teaching principles of programming for magickal uses but I'm sure if you already know about programming you can easily apply the ideas here to a real language. If not then this is also a good introduction to programming possibly.
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A widely known thought.
Do other people exist?
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How to not be constantly paranoid about FBI.

I've been running into a lot of issues lately mentally where I just think that everything and everyone is the FBI out to get me, and I keep reading into various minor events some sinister motive.

I about had a heart attack when a police officer pulled up outside my house the other day, I started ripping the battery out of all my encrypted devices and held up behind some barricades I have in my house setup for an occasion like this. It turned out he had just given a ticket to my neighbor for parking facing the wrong direction on the street. I don't even have anything that they would want to arrest me for as far as I know, but I was still freaking out.

The other day my partner told me that there was this car parked with the engine running the entire time I was gone out of town for a week, each night they came and stayed for 4-6hrs. They didn't see anything sinister behind this, and only mentioned it because it kept them awake and was bugging them -noise-wise. But obviously I took this to be FBI or some non-state actor holding up outside the house waiting for me to get back. They got video of this so I KNOW it happened for real. I was freaked out.

What the fuck do I do about this?
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everything feels so surreal,almost dream-like. I feel like time is passing by too quickly and it makes me depressed,the only thing I looked forward to is destroyed and no one seems to care. Sometimes I feel like im the only "real" person on earth,I dissociate a lot. If anyone else has had similar experiences,please share.
>did you get over it?
>if yes,how?
>if no,what has kept you going/how do you cope with these thoughts?
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Down with the TSUKI Project.
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my hands

hey ive been having this since like 4-5 months

so basically like any normal human i have hands. but theres some fucketry, sometimes i feel like these aren't my hands.
it just feels like there are hands,they're attached to me but i cant control them. [not like they tickle, but really as not mine.]all i do is send a nerve signal to move them like id normally do and they do respond. sometimes only one is "unlinked", sometimes both. i also have growing difficulties to concentrate at all[ w/ or w/out anything to distract me], loosing the sense of irony and sarcasm, and like if my brain weighted in certain area when concentrating on different domains [explaining, thinking, concentrating= front, easy math / chemistry or science soykaf = sides of back and right side of head. ive tested if it was blood but it seems to even be active when laying on any side.]
had this longer than anti-déjà-vu hands thing

lately, i've been finding myself holding my right hand using my other one, like if it was a threat or something. ik that sounds nonsense but, has anyone had the same "symptoms" ?
also sometimes i get it by just spinning them slowly a bit around and looking at them. [that works only in the dark or with long sleeves that have minimal contact w/ arm. ]
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Hello. We are a group of senior tech specialists who would like to provide a forum for discussion based on mysticism as it relates to the technological world. For three decades now, myself and my colleagues have been devoting ourselves to uncovering lesser known knowledge surrounding programming and it's history in higher planes of thought. The paranormal, the physical, and topics without discernible form all have their places here. We would like to remind you that this channel is very new and requires more setup. We are still regaining contact with our colleagues as well. However, the venue is ready for visitors. Three of us are already present.

So come, join us on Discord at:
(Simply cut and paste the invite link) /wz8JYwh
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weird vid scared me

my friend sent me this video today,Its been bugging me i keep hearing that same beat over and over fuckk
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Being followed.

In the last few years I have had a couple episodes of extreme delusions that I am being watched by everyone around me and more. I have gone to extreme lengths to counter them in 2015 I had gotten so fed up I destroyed my laptop and phone at the time. To give context I sleep in a garage I just had them come by again I heard the engine of their car pull into my drive way and noticed how their shadows occupied the cracks in my garage door. When I got the courage to get close to try and listen I heard whispers I couldn't make out for some time then heard as they ran away. I don't know how to stop some moments my mind just does this I don't have time to think I just do. For three years I get even more paranoid when I begin to think family is watching hearing them walk by my door scares me every little sound my room has no windows and they peep in it is pitch black dark but they watch me sleep i ehar the creaking f someone getting out a car now they came back the static sounds
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in the last couple of months I got really deep in a lot of subjects most of them political, to the point I felt everything was staged and false, one day I simply thought leave all this imageboards and underground sites and enjoy life,

I started going to clubs socialize and finally fitting with society until recently I simply could not cope with that kind of lifestyle anymore

and here I am once again
I can't leave Lain and I can't leave the wired
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Henlo I'm a heretic and I was in GATE.

I'm a Christian but this is what was communicated to me by ethereal entities.
So whats going on? Well see the ethereal is real. Certain groups insert thought forms into the ethereal recesses of your mind. The thought forms normally negative energy create creatures in your mind that can alter conciousness, insert thoughts, speak, move independently. Every thought form seeks the same power to enter the astral. Where they can propagate and act freely, feeding off the energy of peoples conciousness.
Groups? Not sure but monroe institutes research provided the mechanical means for non spirtual thought forms to propagate.
Those most strongly affected are mental "sensitives" taking the brunt of their flagerant use of thought forms.
Sleep is when you are most vulnerable to these thought forms. Working in the foreground.
Ethereal is the astral and inner planes where ideas and archetypes can form and function without the physical.
Alexy is my thoughtform he will form and flow eventually propagating the astral.
But there are others in my head pushing for space and activating predatorial nature within me.
To gut, stab maim / end your life before you end anothers.
Seals and sigils to protect your back that simple nothing else, excovations as well.
Magic is a lot like creation.
Sigils - symbols concoted to cement meaning and cause change.
Demons they exist, archetypal thought forms striving for the status of gods. They insert their symbols into your thought streams to cause you to call them fourth.
Gods power exchangers. Devotion brings their power into your life not nessecerily into you.
Thought form - thought form is a general term for a entitiy or object that only exist within the ethereal.
Exvocation - its like a cleaning of the mind opening doors letting out the heat.
Monroe bots - artificial thought forms whose only purpose is to disturb forcing you to become controled.

Follow the 10 commandments Exodus 20 3:17
1:3 “You shall have no other gods before[a] me.
2:4 “You shall not make for yourself an image in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. 5 You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the parents to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, 6 but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.
3:7 “You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.
4:8 “Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. 9 Six days you shall labor and do all your work, 10 but the seventh day is a sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your male or female servant, nor your animals, nor any foreigner residing in your towns. 11 For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
5:12 “Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
6:13 “You shall not murder.
7:14 “You shall not commit adultery.
8:15 “You shall not steal.
9:16 “You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
10:17 “You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”

More things I was told
No sex without love
Pets and meat eating is wrong
Love your fellow humans
Pure asceticism is a waste of life
There is a old God and a new God

I also believe in Hermes and Aphrodite as sort of angels.
I had a long conversation with the angel Gabriel about this. He is the one who gave me the extra commandments.

I also believe in fae giving them offerings and attempting to interact with them.
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Is lain real. Are the knight's real. Am I real. I'm ready for the truth.
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We all love lain
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Cicada 3301 General

>What is Cicada 3301?
Cicada 3301 is a nickname given to an organization that on three occasions has posted a set of puzzles to possibly recruit code breakers/linguists from the public. The first internet puzzle started on January 4, 2012, and ran for approximately one month. A second round began one year later on January 4, 2013, and a third round following the confirmation of a fresh clue posted on Twitter on January 4, 2014. The stated intent was to recruit "intelligent individuals" by presenting a series of puzzles which were to be solved. No new puzzles were published on January 4, 2015. However, a new clue was posted on Twitter on January 5, 2016. In April 2017 a verified PGP-signed message was found: Beware false paths. Always verify PGP signature from 7A35090F.[6] That message explicitly denies the validity of any unsigned puzzle, as recently as April 2017.

>Tell me more

>3301 related resources
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kay two

hey alice,

this intelligence agency which seems to be made up of all exfbi has suddenly taken an interest in me. do y'all know anything about them? should I even worry lol?
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I'd like to talk about suicide with you guys? Do you think it's an honorable thing? Should it be done at all? What is your view about suicide and whatever religion you happen to be a part of? I for one think it's a waste but one has full control of whether they want to live or not. We have free will and part of that comes with being able to end it.
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The Deep

Since so much of the ocean is unexplored, what do you guys think is down there? I think that some dinosaurs probably survived and are just chilling out down there. I wouldn't be surprised if some prehistoric giant fish were just waiting for the right time to come back up.
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Though I don't buy into it completely, my mother works for a HIGHLY important Doctor in alternative medicine. I won't disclose any details, but you can ask about anything pertaining to GMO's, Vaccines, Energy healing, and other stuff.
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We are irc dedicated to /x/ /fring/ and conspiracy theories.

We were based out of halfchan but we have grown across many other chans

Come join and talk about your spooks and theories or just chill with us :)

we're on #/x/philes

if you dont wanna install an irc client click the kiwiirc link

Thank you and hope to see you all soon
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A week ago one girl texted me. She told me that i can join a special cryptography school. Its coordinates are secret until i draw "X" on special paper, you know. I said "No". I dont want to have deals with FBI. Oh, come on, im only 16, im too young for this soykaf. Will they find me later? She said that "they" have been spying for me offline. What should i do? Will i wake up in the basements of ministry of love one day? Gime me an advice, alice!
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Hi, Alice! I want to talk with you about Big Brother. He is closer than you think. Have you ever heard about Intel ME? Its in every computer and you cant remove it, even if you are nerd with soldering iron and programmator. Its uses MINIX(Unix-like system) and lives with your BIOS in one micro. It lives when your computer is off. It can use internet. That's not all. Cryptography is useless because there are backdoor in your RNG. Also i heard about backdoors in Windows system. I'm a computer security specialist. I'm making all software that i need. I have dreadfully modified my computers with soldering iron. Special photo-elements are blocking possible cameras. Please be more careful and learn some about hardware.
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Is he right?

Or is he just a scam artist. I want to watch actual conspiracy theorists who are serious about their crap,, the only other one i know is David icke
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UFO sightings and little grey men

Alright alice, we gettin all up in it now.

Have you ever seen a UFO or had an extraterrestrial encounter?

I haven't had any experiences myself. I dont believe the most famous sightings are legit, like roswell, but there is definitely a phenomena going on with floating lights (not stars). As for the greys, I have no reason to believe they are real or at all related to UFO phenomenon, but greys and UFOs flying around a night and meeting with the airforce is max comfy so im including them and am interested in all anecdotes and information related.

That said I will now recount my one experience which I think Occams razor explains well enough.

>cloudless night in the PNW coastal range, very far from civilization

>extremely clear skies, can practically see the milky way
>by myself laying on a bench in a clearing, pitch black out besides stars
>watching what appears to be a satellite move across the sky
>tiny slow moving dot, youve seen them before
>gets directly above me
>suddenly entire clearing lights up in bright white daylight
>for one instance I could see the treeline very clearly as if I had an extremely powerful headlight
>next instant everything is dark again
>eyes readjust and the satellite carries on its slow orbit to the northwest

pretty sure the satellite reflected the sun just right and lit up my spot. So probably not aliens, but still a once in a lifetime event. Totally blew my mind. Was completely sober and lucid during the event.
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I never did anything like this. I tell fortunes. I can do tea leaves or coffee grains. I also interpret dreams. So if you want a quack come and post.
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Glowing Auras and 'Black Money': The Pentagon's Mysterious U.F.O. Program

>In the $600 billion annual Defense Department budgets, the $22 million spent on the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program was almost impossible to find. Which was how the Pentagon wanted it.

For years, the program investigated reports of unidentified flying objects, according to Defense Department officials, interviews with program participants and records obtained by The New York Times. It was run by a military intelligence official, Luis Elizondo, on the fifth floor of the Pentagon’s C Ring, deep within the building’s maze.

The Defense Department has never before acknowledged the existence of the program, which it says it shut down in 2012. But its backers say that, while the Pentagon ended funding for the effort at that time, the program remains in existence. For the past five years, they say, officials with the program have continued to investigate episodes brought to them by service members, while also carrying out their other Defense Department duties.
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Help decipher the messages of this book

(A Book of The Dead)

by William Gibson

I hesitated
before untying the bow
that bound this book together.

A black book:
Order Extra Leaves By Letter and Name

A Kodak album of time-burned
black construction paper

The string he tied
Has been unravelled by years
and the dry weather of trunks
Like a lady's shoestring from the First World War
Its metal ferrules eaten by oxygen
Until they resemble cigarette-ash

Inside the cover he inscribed something in soft graphite
Now lost
Then his name
W.F. Gibson Jr.
and something, comma,

Then he glued his Kodak prints down
And wrote under them
In chalk-like white pencil:
"Papa's saw mill, Aug. 1919."

A flat-roofed shack
Against a mountain ridge
In the foreground are tumbled boards and offcuts
He must have smelled the pitch,
In August
The sweet hot reek
Of the electric saw
Biting into decades

Next the spaniel Moko
"Moko 1919"
Poses on small bench or table
Before a backyard tree
His coat is lustrous
The grass needs cutting
Beyond the tree,
In eerie Kodak clarity,
Are the summer backstairs of Wheeling,
West Virginia
Someone's left a wooden stepladder out

"Aunt Fran and [obscured]"
Although he isn't, this gent
He has a "G" belt-buckle
A lapel-device of Masonic origin
A patent propelling-pencil
A fountain-pen
And the flowers they pose behind so solidly
Are rooted in an upright length of whitewashed
concrete sewer-pipe.

Daddy had a horse named Dixie
"Ford on Dixie 1917"
A saddle-blanket marked with a single star
Corduroy jodhpurs
A western saddle
And a cloth cap
Proud and happy
As any boy could be

"Arthur and Ford fishing 1919"
Shot by an adult
(Witness the steady hand
that captures the wildflowers
the shadows on their broad straw hats
reflections of a split-rail fence)
standing opposite them,
on the far side of the pond,
amid the snake-doctors and the mud,
Kodak in hand,
Ford Sr.?

And "Moma July, 1919"
strolls beside the pond,
in white big city shoes,
Purse tucked behind her,
While either Ford or Arthur, still straw-hatted,
approaches a canvas-topped touring car.

"Moma and Mrs. Graham at fish hatchery 1919"
Moma and Mrs. G. sit atop a graceful concrete arch.

"Arthur on Dixie", likewise 1919,
rather ill at ease. On the roof behind the barn, behind him,
can be made out this cryptic mark:

"Papa's mill 1919", my grandfather most regal amid a wrack of
cut lumber,
might as easily be the record
of some later demolition, and
His cotton sleeves are rolled
to but not past the elbow,
striped, with a white neckband
for the attachment of a collar.
Behind him stands a cone of sawdust some thirty feet in height.
(How that feels to tumble down,
or smells when it is wet)


The mechanism: stamped black tin,
Leatherette over cardboard, bits of boxwood,
A lens
The shutter falls
Dividing that from this.

Now in high-ceiling bedrooms,
unoccupied, unvisited,
in the bottom drawers of veneered bureaus
in cool chemical darkness curl commemorative
montages of the country's World War dead,

just as I myself discovered
one other summer in an attic trunk,
and beneath that every boy's best treasure
of tarnished actual ammunition
real little bits of war
but also
the mechanism

The blued finish of firearms
is a process, controlled, derived from common
rust, but there under so rare and uncommon a patina
that many years untouched
until I took it up
and turning, entranced, down the unpainted
stair, to the hallway where I swear
I never heard the first shot.

The copper-jacketed slug recovered
from the bathroom's cardboard cylinder of
Morton's Salt was undeformed
save for the faint bright marks of lands
and grooves so hot, stilled energy,
it blistered my hand.

The gun lay on the dusty carpet.
Returning in utter awe I took it so carefully up
That the second shot, equally unintended,
notched the hardwood bannister
and brought a strange bright smell of ancient sap to life
in a beam ofdusty sunlight.
Absolutely alone
in awareness of the mechanism.

Like the first time you put your mouth
on a woman.


"Ice Gorge at Wheeling

Iron bridge in the distance,
Beyond it a city.
Hotels where pimps went about their business
on the sidewalks of a lost world.
But the foreground is in focus,
this corner of carpenter's Gothic,
these backyards running down to the freeze.

"Steamboat on Ohio River",
its smoke foul and dark,
its year unknown,
beyond it the far bank
overgrown with factories.

"Our Wytheville
House Sept. 1921"

They have moved down from Wheeling and my father wears his
city clothes. Main Street is unpaved and an electric streetlamp is
slung high in the frame, centered above the tracked dust on a
slack wire, suggesting the way it might pitch in a strong wind,
the shadows that might throw.

The house is heavy, unattractive, sheathed in stucco, not native
to the region. My grandfather, who sold supplies to contractors,
was prone to modern materials, which he used with
wholesaler's enthusiasm. In 1921 he replaced the section of brick
sidewalk in front of his house with the broad smooth slab of poured
concrete, signing this improvement with a flourish, "W.F.
Gibson 1921". He believed in concrete and plywood
particularly. Seventy years later his signature remains, the slab
floating perfectly level and charmless between mossy stretches of
sweet uneven brick that knew the iron shoes of Yankee horses.

"Mama Jan. 1922" has come out to sweep the concrete with a
broom. Her boots are fastened with buttons requiring a special instrument.

Ice gorge again, the Ohio, 1917. The mechanism closes. A
torn clipping offers a 1957 DeSOTO FIREDOME, 4-door Sedan,
torqueflite radio, heather and power steering and brakes, new
w.s.w. premium tires. One owner. $1,595.


He made it to the age of torqueflite radio
but not much past that, and never in that town.
That was mine to know, Main Street lined with
Rocket Eighty-eights,
the dimestore floored with wooden planks
pies under plastic in the Soda Shop,
and the mystery untold, the other thing,
sensed in the creaking of a sign after midnight
when nobody else was there.

In the talc-fine dust beneath the platform of the
Norfolk & Western lay indian-head pennies undisturbed since
the dawn of man.

In the banks and courthouse, a fossil time
prevailed, limestone centuries.

When I went up to Toronto
in the draft, my Local Board was there on Main Street,
above a store that bought and sold pistols.
I'd once traded that man a derringer for a
Walther P-38. The pistols were in the window
behind an amber roller-blind
like sunglasses. I was seventeen or so but basically I guess
you just had to be a white boy.
I'd hike out to a shale pit and run
ten dollars worth of 9mm
through it, so worn you hardly
had to pull the trigger.
Bored, tried shooting
down into a distant stream but
one of them came back at me
off a round of river rock
clipping walnut twigs from a branch
two feet above my head.

So that I remembered the mechanism.


In the all night bus station
they sold scrambled eggs to state troopers
the long skinny clasp-knives called fruit knives
which were pearl handled watermelon-slicers
and hillbilly novelties in brown varnished wood
which were made in Japan.

First I'd be sent there at night only
if Mom's carton of Camels ran out,
but gradually I came to value
the submarine light, the alien reek
of the long human haul, the strangers
straight down from Port Authority
headed for Nashville, Memphis, Miami.
Sometimes the Sheriff watched them get off
making sure they got back on.

When the colored restroom
was no longer required
they knocked open the cinderblock
and extended the magazine rack
to new dimensions,
a cool fluorescent cave of dreams
smelling faintly and forever of disinfectant,
perhaps as well of the travelled fears
of those dark uncounted others who,
moving as though contours of hot iron,
were made thus to dance
or not to dance
as the law saw fit.

There it was that I was marked out as a writer,
having discovered in that alcove
copies of certain magazines
esoteric and precious, and, yes,
I knew then, knew utterly,
the deal done in my heart forever,
though how I knew not,
nor ever have.

Walking home
through all the streets unmoving
so quiet I could hear the timers of the traffic lights a block away:
the mechanism. Nobody else, just the silence
spreading out to where the long trucks groaned
on the highway their vast brute souls in want.


There must have been a true last time
I saw the station but I don't remember
I remember the stiff black horsehide coat
gift in Tucson of a kid named Natkin
I remember the cold
I remember the Army duffle
that was lost and the black man in Buffalo
trying to sell me a fine diamond ring,
and in the coffee shop in Washington
I'd eavesdropped on a man wearing a black tie
embroidered with red roses
that I have looked for ever since.

They must have asked me something
at the border
I was admitted
and behind me swung the stamped tin shutter
across the very sky
and I went free
to find myself
mazed in Victorian brick
amid sweet tea with milk
and smoke from a cigarette called a Black Cat
and every unknown brand of chocolate
and girls with blunt-cut bangs
not even Americans
looking down from high narrow windows
on the melting snow
of the city undreamed
and on the revealed grace
of the mechanism,
no round trip.

They tore down the bus station
there's chainlink there
no buses stop at all
and I'm walking through Chiyoda-ku
in a typhoon
the fine rain horizontal
umbrella everted in the storm's Pacific breath
tonight red lanterns are battered.

in the mechanism.
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A few of my favorite things

Here is a list of some of my favorite things, alphabetically (no particular
semantic order). Could you recommend some things that I may have missed or
stories I might enjoy based on this list?

Alien (1979)       to Coast AM Blackout (2009)     Valley Germans Titor         Prime (2002) Phonetic Alphabet Stations    Number Distribution (2004)     's Caver Story  Max Headroom Incident Voynich Manuscript X-Files        Zodiac Killer 
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Secret societies

Secret societies like the Illuminati, Skull and Bones are well known. What are a few societies that are secret that most people don't know about?
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Majestic 12?

I saw someone on here bring up Majestic 12 claiming that it was a real thing. I thought that it was debunked as a hoax or disinformation by Phillip Klass. Is his analysis wrong or invalid in some way or did something else come out about it that I was not aware of? I'm genuinely curious if I'm just buying into some bullsoykaf debunking or if I'm simply missing something
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The project name for Lainchan is WOUNDEDBIRD. All communication is fed into analytics software that assists in profiling and threat assessment operations.

WOUNDEDBIRD was behind the Tsuki Project's Image Submission scheme, as a way of tracking users.


WOUNDEDBIRD collected persona data from users via agents within IRC.

Data is sent off via files, which contain all of the posts in a given snapshot. applechan has removed theirs, but still has theirs at


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Gonna try again. What is the likely hood that the world is run by s secret group? If so, why do conspiracy theorists freak out so much? If we are already ruled by a bunch of reptilians or whatever then we're probably already screwed. I don't expect humanity to be able to fight back. What do you think the end goal of the Illuminati or reptilians would be? Do you think that they're just messing with humanity for the fun of it?
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Quis hic scit de alchemia?

I am wondering what it would entail setting a lab of sorts, I'm thinking of starting with common medical brews and roots such as ginger, garlic.
Do you know about occult science, lain? inb4 it's not science
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Guys, how come when I don't pray to G-d my life seems okay and I have a strong will. When I pray daily in the morning my life becomes very bad. I lose control and fall into bad habits. Why is this? Does anyone else have this happen?
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Reality Hacking

Anybody know the best way to use magic and'or hack reality? Kind of like how pol memed a man into presidency or Yosoykafoshi ABe predicted anonymous. The only book iv'e heard of is Principia Discordia but i heard it was just satire
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Common Interest Network

What does /x/ know about the CIN? Retired CIA, academics, and other people work together to protect the reputation of each other?
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Chisa goes off the deep end.

<tfm-wor> chisa: Please write a paranoid fiction novel.
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9/11 Black Helicopter Memories

Anyone else remember weird soykaf with black helicopters in the days following 9/11?

Distinctive memory of seeing some black helicopters touch down in a parking lot in front of a grocery store and load up some people onto them.
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What do you guys know about Nibiru? Is there no basis as my quick internet searches have led me to believe? Let me know your thoughts!
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Project Stargate

So in 1995 the CIA released thousands of documents in a FOIA that detail investigations they had done into psychological phenomena, focusing on remote viewing. They didn't find anything in the released files, but it's still interesting to read through what's essentially irl SCP files.
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Government Conspiracy

We have an /x/ board so I thought conspiracy theories and government cover ups should fit right in. Whether it's Nazi gold, gay frogs or email leaks, what are the best and greatest global conspiracies?

This is a favourite video of mine titled "9/11 Trillions: Follow the Money". It is exactly what it sounds like, following the money through the corporations, government and political figures behind the event.
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Faraday Cage

Site seems a bit better than most on comprehensive information about them.