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I've always hated my job for one simple, yet insurmountable reason: nothing ever happens. Imagine spending nine hours. NINE freaking hours. Locked inside a concrete bunker, listening to the universe breathe into your head through an oversized pair of headphones. The higher-ups like to pretend this is some kind of essential service. That my job is somehow paramount to the advancement of the human race. It isn't.

Twice a day I change June’s bandage, and twice a day she lets me.

To be continued... The young woman runs away, using evasion, and evasive maneuvers, she stumbles and falls, only to look up and see a Hunter before her. He gives her a hand and pulls her up. He asks what's wrong, and she tells him she encountered a guerilla platoon of murderers in the woods and that they murdered her family. He understands and all of a sudden starts Glowing Red with whole body and a Red Porcupine pattern.

A guerilla platoon of psychotics grow up in the woods together, linking pathologies, they in various as appropriate ways hurt a lot of unsuspecting people. They wear metal hockey masks and carry machete blades. They build houses in the woods to play funny games, and when people move in they desend upon them. They target only the weak, and make their victims suffer. One night during fog and full moon light they descend upon a family in a house in the woods.

Raised Trained against criminals and Evil world wide. A Special Op, nicknamed The Blue Dragon. He wears various shades blue camo to camo at night and under full moon light especially patterned with the leaves if sleeping on the ground, or positioned appropriately. He can only see at night and under the full moon which lights up the world more than normal at nightfall. He grows up Trained and savage like a Blue Dragon.

Mandala of the Seasons. Arises In the Mind Jnana Yoga Way of Savant Knowledge and simultaneous Siddha Yoga of Esoteric Occult Effects and MYSTICISM then Enters THE Void with Meditation, Enlightenment, and Nirvana. Causing natural Reality Upon Space. Savage through the Ages with Mountain Lion Familiar. A Hunter whose a name IS Rage Sensing the guilty especially murderers who deserve to die in the most ancient woods It's woods. Practical Magick, Ritual Magick, and Ceremonial Ritual Magick.

The Hellhounds are each Mind Merged In THE Void and Linked Up with each Other as a Platoon. They Sense what to Hunt in the most ancient woods attackers who are guilty and who especially deserve to die being murderers who hurt people who could not fight back. Three Demon Hellhounds. Three cabins in the most ancient woods. Looks barren to murderers. Who hurt people in the middle of nowhere. They follow a group of young people into the woods, and kidnap them, torture, and rape them.

The first Hellhound Became Mind Merged In THE Void like the first Warwolf, and Wendigo Creature. After Predestiny to Become a Demon Hellhound. The first Hellhound was black and with fire, the second Hellhound like Cerberus Devil May Cry 3, and the third Hellhound like the Demon Hellhound from the movie. The first Hellhound Gains Predestiny to Cause new Species of Demon Hellhounds, the best version of which from same movie like the Red Wolf Man Wolf Form.

Mandala of the Seasons, Arising In the Mind. Savage through the Ages with a Familiar Mountain Lion which keeps Avatar Incarnations savage through the Ages. A Hunter In the mast ancient woods, Sensing everything to Hunt about Itself who are guilty attackers and especially deserve to die since the Hellhound IS a Demon and Vengeance IS a Demon. Reprogrammed with the Yellow Seal Samadhi with the Brains Waves which Mirrors and does the opposite.

The dark portal had not been active for more than a few seconds before Emrys materialized inside the watchtower room of his Shadowed Spire. He had little cause to believe that it would be anyone other than his daughter Petra returning from her mission, but he was nevertheless unwilling to risk an incursion into his sanctum. Whenever he sensed someone creating a portal into his home, he made sure he was there to greet them.

My name is Kyle Mercer. I'm sixteen and I live in Riverton, a mid-sized town of about forty thousand people. I'm going to tell you what happened last year. I won't dress it up. I'll just tell it.

Arising In THE Mind. Skizophrenia is like MYSTICISM Arising In the Mind. Skizophrenia as a Effect is similar to MYSTICISM. Therefore Skizophrenia is a misdiagnoses and leads to MYSTICISM. The Mind Arisis with Jnana Yoga Way of Savant Knowledge and simultaneous Siddha Yoga Esoteric Occult Effects. To Meditation and Enlightenment and Nirvana.

Tap tap tap. James peels his gritty eyelids back and stares up at the blank ceiling. He considers putting something up there. A poster maybe, like he had as a child. It would make sense, given how much time he spends staring at the ceiling above his bed. Sleepless nights, bed rotting, and the three AM wake up call from some animal tapping its way through the walls.

Mandala of the Seasons. Arises In the Mind to Meditation, Enlightenment and Nirvana All things blown out THE Void. The Sabbatic Goat of Mendes corresponds to Adam Kadmon of Hermetic Qabalah and Ymir the Frost Giant, also Greek God Pan In THE Void.

MYSTICISM. Mandala of the Seasons the Cycles of Life. Arising In the Mind with Jnana Yoga Way of Savant Knowledge and simultaneous Siddha Yoga of Esoteric and Occult Effects. Savage through the Ages with Mountain Lion nicknamed Shambala Familiar to be savage growing Mystically with the same Mountain Lion Familiar.

MYSTICISM. The Mandala of the Seasons Cycles of Life. Arising In the Mind Jnana Yoga Way of Savant Knowledge and simultaneous Siddha Yoga, Arises to Enlightenment and Nirvana Mind Merged In THE Void. Becomes the first Shade, Ghost. Passes through matter and material Energy of the universe and Dimensions. As a human in the modern World the Shade Inhabiting and Animating a human host body drives one dark and stormy night, then wrecks the car into the river off the bridge and drowns.

Her head felt hazy. Something was wrong—she could feel it, the way you feel a storm before it breaks. Something bad was coming. She tried to open her eyes. Her body felt heavy, weighted down, as if invisible hands were pressing her into the floor. And somewhere close, someone was crying. Her eyelids fluttered open. A girl was lying on top of her, weeping into her chest. Panic surged through Jasmine—she shoved the girl away before her mind could catch up with her body.

I was in the schoolyard when, suddenly, my friend Christopher Satin or as i call him, Chris, told me: "Damian, I have something to tell you. I’ve known you since we were little, so I wanted you to be the first person I told." Chris was always one for jokes; his personality matched his appearance—a skinny, 5'7 guy with curly, shoulder-length blonde hair. Seeing him look so serious worried me; he’s usually terrible at acting serious, so I had a feeling he was probably not faking it.

I always liked the stories my dad would tell me, the time he met the devil, times he almost died. But one story stood out to me. In 1977 he moved in to the house we still live in, they lived peacfully for 3 years until one day on 10/20/1980 at 3:33AM my dad and his brother mele were outside in the backyard fixing the bike they had gotten from the dumpster. Until my dad saw somthing tall pale with long arms and legs, human hair, toothless, wide mouth staring into their souls behind the fence…

The year was 3042, and in the coastal town of Aethelburg, the morning of the Ceremony of Bonds dawned cold and golden. Mike Ashgrove had barely slept. He'd lain awake in his narrow bed, staring at the ceiling of his family's modest clifftop home, listening to the distant crash of waves against the harbor wall. Today was the day. The day every fifteen-year-old in Aethelburg had dreamed about since they were old enough to understand words. Today, he would receive his Circlet.