JohnSmithCAN
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The ignorant ask to the wise to humble down... this is how America has winded up being led by the greatest fool.
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The ignorant ask to the wise to humble down... this is how America has winded up being led by the greatest fool.
Bobjones
Active Member
You mean the same orange blob in office that's duped others into believing how competent they supposedly are? Who manipulates his followers into buying his repugnant narcissism? Yeah, take a look in the mirror.
iamtheville
Active Member
Wtf?! I go through sleep paralysis so what them women do ain't gone affect me. I'm to fucked up mentally to even entertain the thought of a woman putting a "root" on me. I'll laugh dead in her face
JohnSmithCAN
Active Member
Just saying. ?
Debra Cox and Lettuce
Bitch mob
She is so sexy
SeaSnake
OG
West African religions like Ifa and Vodou are on the rise in Maryland, as practitioners connect with roots
Baltimore priestesses — more accurately, practitioners of the ancient West African faith of Ifa — celebrate rebirth, regeneration and black sisterhood on the occasion of the spring equinox.
www.baltimoresun.com
konceptjones
The one between three and three.
This is Andy Warhol on the left, on the right is his scarring from having his abdomen opened up by doctors after being shot by radical feminist Valerie Solanas (author of The SCUM Manifesto... aka living in a world without men). She was trying to kill him and would have succeeded had it not been for the doctors that managed to keep him alive.
She did 3 years in prison because they only charged her with assault, not attempted murder.
SeaSnake
OG
This is Andy Warhol on the left, on the right is his scarring from having his abdomen opened up by doctors after being shot by radical feminist Valerie Solanas (author of The SCUM Manifesto... aka living in a world without men). She was trying to kill him and would have succeeded had it not been for the doctors that managed to keep him alive.
She did 3 years in prison because they only charged her with assault, not attempted murder.
So one case
konceptjones
The one between three and three.
It's a counterpoint. All it takes is one.
Besides, you said you've never heard of it happening, now you have. Doesn't matter how many times it happens, all that matters is that you've now been made aware of it happening.
deadeye
Warrior
:quality(70)/www.trbimg.com/img-5ca13163/turbine/bs-md-african-faiths-20190315)
West African religions like Ifa and Vodou are on the rise in Maryland, as practitioners connect with roots
Baltimore priestesses — more accurately, practitioners of the ancient West African faith of Ifa — celebrate rebirth, regeneration and black sisterhood on the occasion of the spring equinox.
Interesting.
JohnSmithCAN
Active Member
I would've written something of a little iff-putting I noted lately, but given that the first and second acts of these stories has been met wirh hostility in another thread... I'm gonna keep it for myself.
deadeye
Warrior
Nah bruh, it's my thread.
Go ahead and speak on it.
This phenomenon gives me a whole new perspective on the phrase............."Black Girl Magic."
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JohnSmithCAN
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Thank you for your openness.
And, based upon what I've seen, white girl magic too.
Well, I will resume this quickly. You have probably read some of my stories that speaks about how many women I met seems to turn one way or another eother plain self-aware, more self-open, or downright newly euphorically addicted and titillated at the impulse of porking themselves up, plumpening up abundantly sometimes at a very abnormally fast pace, a former employer who half-jokingly made a racist joke about me having a "green thumb for Soul Food" after her clientele had turned unexplainably obsessional of anything I baked and all that crap, right? @Bobjones even once said about me something like "this nigga [me] 's very aura is turning women into BBWs" and I suggested I'm starting to believe this may be pretty close from the truth?
As you know, I often hinted I have seen, witnessed and experimented things beyond common understanding. Sometimes, these matters were acted from the hand of other people or out of a phenomenally odd happenstance, sometimes I unwittingly was (and still are) a magnet for drawing around these said occurences and individuals, and sometimes... these were me. Not just about the whole "pornomancy"-mongering lust aura and the mesmeric mojo and all, but various other things as well in spite the fact I hail from no occult tradition or circle. It just seems natural with me. Sometimes, I have some strong hunchs, a powerful impression of deeper awareness within the very environment and lifeforms that surrounds me, a sudden wishful or cursing afterthought while being under a strong emotional state that first make me feel weird from the rear of the skull to the neck then immediatly after just happens. All of these events chaining up, coupled by both my bookworm knowledge from ome hand, and my Central African background and our beliefs about some science, mental abilities and arcane arts of great antiquity - sometimes purported for holy or benevolent matters, sometimes for wicked or downright malevolent matters, or a mix of both - capable to affect our natural world on a great extent of levels-- including its most fundamental ones.
Nothing to brag on. Solely... it picked the curiosity of this 22 years old French Canadian female coworker who keep hitting on me obsessively since mid-December. Long short story: I found a side job one month prior we start speaking to each other, she grew instantly TOO fond of me, I got extensively stalked and pursued by her advances, she already had a boyfriend whose very brothers works around there, the race fetish thing on black men, somehow I found out I used to have premonitory dreams about two variations of her older selves being a bus driver several years ago (when she was still into her preteens and early teens, and that we were simply but strangers to each other, crossing each other in the borough... well, not so much for her: she had a much stronger feeling of deja vu everytime she try to figure out where had she seen me when she was underage-- and appears even further seemingly enamored when she did. Seems to me like I was her unrequited childhood crush
) and ironically, she recently want to become an actual bus driver and all the yada-yada. But it's not just that. She queries me a lot about the vagaries of African cultures, especially my homeculture. The religions, beliefs, perception of marriage and couple relationships, etcetera. She's profoundly drawn into the sociologically "exotic" aspect about me, not just "hunting" me as I once stated in previous posts. From what I stripped away from our casual conversations, her parents are somewhat n*grophile as well (especially her father, who hold a curiosity about my very culture and its Christian Protestant attendance since as far as she remembers) , she feels guided by something, she's not fully sure to engage with her current white boyfriend, and she's passionate like me by Anthropologics; the compound of all of these factors has driven her to her unsasiated need to explore the Unknown.
Often, she will twist the conversation in a way to tackle up a little about our beliefs in the supernatural, the divine, the unholy and "witchcraft" , and probe my views about it: she eagerly spoke to me about hoe she grew somewhat disilusioned by her Catholic beliefs, her need for some spiritual quest and her soul-searching curiosity about the supposedly paranormal, "polytheism" as she name it, and occult traditions. Like me, she opine that "magic" and "paranormal" are simply but the fruition of untold millenia of superstitions and beliefs muddled up with arts and archaic sciences practised by individuals and cultures with a deeper understanding of the mechanisms of the natural world and the cosmos than what our standard Cartesian pragmatism wants to reckon: mechanisms that has absolutely nothing of beyond-natural, but are perceived as beyond-normal because of their rarity within our daily social paradigm or elsewhere phenomenal dimensions. She also depersonalized the idea of God as a supreme albeit "distant" absolute demiurgic intelligence, seemed open at the idea that lesser demiurgic or cosmic aspects or "gods" , "hosts" , "angels" whatever to put it simply does exists, but most above all she held a great fascination toward Haitian Voodoo, and that a few of her black friends brags about practising it and that she was curious to perform someday a Voodoo ritual to see if it works. I politely encouraged her to explore much about world's religions and spiritualities, although hinted to her to be careful: but I swear to you, my instincts were riling up at that very moment, almost yelling "haven't we told YOU??!! She's not just there to probe her own account about the legendary black D... she also want something else. She feels it... you fully acknowledge you are the closest thing in her vicinities miles around which approach not far from the answer to all of her strange queries..."
My gut feelings never fooled me. Deep down, I knew from the very start she was no ordinary girl. Sensing it runs as true within my family as our romanesque both sex appeal, charisma, and flickering ability to somehow influence people's minds and events even unwittingly. I sensed it... and oddly, I felt for the first time in years a vague hunch I was being sensed by, too... even almost attemptively undressed-- not stripped but "peered" at, both sensorially and mentally, the same way I used ever once and again to caught her visually undressing me or staring for too long at my eyes, my facial tone, lips, built, derriere and groin. I could even discern, both intuitively and through the medium of her usual double entendre while chatting, that she could somewhat perceive my attempts to scry at her, too.
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JohnSmithCAN
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A weirdly familiar faint electrical vibration - not the usual compound of pheromonal chemistry and magnetism between us that that was slowly fogging me and begrudingly driving me into acting less repellent of her advances and a little much playful beyond what I authorize to myself at work, while her in the meantime struggled to not step into my way, following me up or touching me even but randomly and while either her or I walk into each other - was churning up and humming through the room anytime she tried me, a somewhat sly smile on her face anytime I immediatly mentally resisted it (as my mother and aunts taught me. Basic mental blocks and tricks, nothing of sorcerous) and when I could felt the pressure building up, I merely shrugged it off (as I taught to myself, after many attempts-to-harm-or-kill-me-in-unconventional-ways and years... yea, when you are a magnet for sorcerers and empathetic vampires too - you know, the random hobos, often in their forties or more and with some suspiciously notable neurotic issues, who likes to tackle you up on the streets or anywhere else and found the littlest excuse to ensnare tou into a situatiin they could grip your hand, arm or shoulder as you you immediatly felt a parcel of your life-force suckled away?? Very funny to see them staring at you shockingly and losing it back at the moment you grip their shoulder in return with a coy smile...
- who doesn't hesitate to jump at you like thugs in broad daylight, you had to learn a few tricks on your own unless you want to found yourself on a hospital bed or worse with seemingly unexplainable mildly severe blast trauma and concussion injuries, a heart attack, loss of vitality or premature aging) , and I could tell from the mixed expression of unbridled surprize and amused frustration that transpired from both her gaze and body language she was clearly able to tell how easy it was to me, rendering her even much seductively fascinated toward my person and not just in a sexual or amicable manner.
She was definitively one of those. My ex-hookup and a few women I frequented were much exactly like her: the same mildly intrusive presence when their attention is held toward you, the duplicitous manners, a veil of secrecy and encumberingly playful innuado intended to the initiates behind their veneer of normalcy; a minimal high average intellect, the cues of a bubbly, eccentric personality, the charms, the latent psychic and sexual connection trying to cuddle and ensnare me into open suggestion, an impression they can read you at the moment somewhat better than the average highly intuitive woman... on the besides, she looked even more vexed than the usual anytime I cautiously alluded that a few women I met amid the many who pushed their advances too far like her were gifted and attempted to push on me in this manner too.
But how far was she into this? Was she simply but a woman who was experiencing out of self-dictation her own potential? Or was she more versed into this? I could sense someone's gifts and potentialities, and to some lesser degree the intensity of these said abilities (not in a "Dragon Ball" way though: I am not gonna chartering you a power level tier any sooner) but I couldn't tell whether she was an experiencer, a psychic or a witch/sorcerer. I already had to keep my guard high after some edgy emogoth amateur Wiccan-to-be white man amid my coworkers, who brags a lot about practising it and is known from the start to be jealous and resentful of me, attempted at a few instances to put a spell on me while I was asleep at home (I caught many tines this n*gga picking up in the garbage can my sanitary masks and other items in thorough contact with my hair or skin, before I stopped to trash them at my workplace) at my home and get immediatly struck back each time-- even been forced on to absent from work because I hit him back very hard this time, and came back few days later, on the way to almost piss into his pants when I immediatly welcomed him with a humorous double entendre about the last night (and how it would be wise he never starts again, if he want to be among the few lucky ones who woke up alive to tell me or my mother in person to no longer hit them...) . But now, I wondered if my fledling sentiments toward her, in spite my strong work ethics and dislike of any serious filtration at employment, in spite my dislike amd refusal to date French Canadian women and their toxicity, was totally ordinary or to a lesser degree induced to... like all of the other from her likening.
So, the weeks are going on and my pursueress starts to get my "BBW-making aura" starting to rub off progressively. It first started with her packing maybe a first 20 pounds from the moment we first spoke to early February: then as soon she somehow found out about some preferences toward plump and heavier ladies, she seems from having started to consume more calories than the usual, gaining another 10 pounds or so: whether she did it on purpose, out of the somewhat hypnotic influence that occurs oftentime with others, or a mix thereof she wounded up confessing to one of her boyfriend's brothers she now tipped the scale at her old peak weight of 15--something pounds (she get interrumpted by the arrival of another client before she end her sentence) around mid-late February. Around a 30-lbs gain, I guesstemed based upon my experience. She's 5'9" tall so she wasn't by any means overweight, although her cheeks filled gently a little more while her oversized Medium size polo uniform clung a little much against her upper half body. She visibly had to update her trousers size as the most noticeable changes went straight into her once-small bubble butt, hips and upper thighs; a change that pushed her mischievous surrogate relative to try luring me into ogling at her newly-found gently big rear (as her attraction toward me is no secret for her boyfriend'a older brothers, who tries every once-and-again to lure me into a trap mid-discussion to find out whether these feelings are reciprocal or not and if yes, being enough foolish to openly get caught in) .
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A weirdly familiar faint electrical vibration - not the usual compound of pheromonal chemistry and magnetism between us that that was slowly fogging me and begrudingly driving me into acting less repellent of her advances and a little much playful beyond what I authorize to myself at work, while her in the meantime struggled to not step into my way, following me up or touching me even but randomly and while either her or I walk into each other - was churning up and humming through the room anytime she tried me, a somewhat sly smile on her face anytime I immediatly mentally resisted it (as my mother and aunts taught me. Basic mental blocks and tricks, nothing of sorcerous) and when I could felt the pressure building up, I merely shrugged it off (as I taught to myself, after many attempts-to-harm-or-kill-me-in-unconventional-ways and years... yea, when you are a magnet for sorcerers and empathetic vampires too - you know, the random hobos, often in their forties or more and with some suspiciously notable neurotic issues, who likes to tackle you up on the streets or anywhere else and found the littlest excuse to ensnare tou into a situatiin they could grip your hand, arm or shoulder as you you immediatly felt a parcel of your life-force suckled away?? Very funny to see them staring at you shockingly and losing it back at the moment you grip their shoulder in return with a coy smile...
- who doesn't hesitate to jump at you like thugs in broad daylight, you had to learn a few tricks on your own unless you want to found yourself on a hospital bed or worse with seemingly unexplainable mildly severe blast trauma and concussion injuries, a heart attack, loss of vitality or premature aging) , and I could tell from the mixed expression of unbridled surprize and amused frustration that transpired from both her gaze and body language she was clearly able to tell how easy it was to me, rendering her even much seductively fascinated toward my person and not just in a sexual or amicable manner.She was definitively one of those. My ex-hookup and a few women I frequented were much exactly like her: the same mildly intrusive presence when their attention is held toward you, the duplicitous manners, a veil of secrecy and encumberingly playful innuado intended to the initiates behind their veneer of normalcy; a minimal high average intellect, the cues of a bubbly, eccentric personality, the charms, the latent psychic and sexual connection trying to cuddle and ensnare me into open suggestion, an impression they can read you at the moment somewhat better than the average highly intuitive woman... on the besides, she looked even more vexed than the usual anytime I cautiously alluded that a few women I met amid the many who pushed their advances too far like her were gifted and attempted to push on me in this manner too.
But how far was she into this? Was she simply but a woman who was experiencing out of self-dictation her own potential? Or was she more versed into this? I could sense someone's gifts and potentialities, and to some lesser degree the intensity of these said abilities (not in a "Dragon Ball" way though: I am not gonna chartering you a power level tier any sooner) but I couldn't tell whether she was an experiencer, a psychic or a witch/sorcerer. I already had to keep my guard high after some edgy emogoth amateur Wiccan-to-be white man amid my coworkers, who brags a lot about practising it and is known from the start to be jealous and resentful of me, attempted at a few instances to put a spell on me while I was asleep at home (I caught many tines this n*gga picking up in the garbage can my sanitary masks and other items in thorough contact with my hair or skin, before I stopped to trash them at my workplace) at my home and get immediatly struck back each time-- even been forced on to absent from work because I hit him back very hard this time, and came back few days later, on the way to almost piss into his pants when I immediatly welcomed him with a humorous double entendre about the last night (and how it would be wise he never starts again, if he want to be among the few lucky ones who woke up alive to tell me or my mother in person to no longer hit them...) . But now, I wondered if my fledling sentiments toward her, in spite my strong work ethics and dislike of any serious filtration at employment, in spite my dislike amd refusal to date French Canadian women and their toxicity, was totally ordinary or to a lesser degree induced to... like all of the other from her likening.
So, the weeks are going on and my pursueress starts to get my "BBW-making aura" starting to rub off progressively. It first started with her packing maybe a first 20 pounds from the moment we first spoke to early February: then as soon she somehow found out about some preferences toward plump and heavier ladies, she seems from having started to consume more calories than the usual, gaining another 10 pounds or so: whether she did it on purpose, out of the somewhat hypnotic influence that occurs oftentime with others, or a mix thereof she wounded up confessing to one of her boyfriend's brothers she now tipped the scale at her old peak weight of 15--something pounds (she get interrumpted by the arrival of another client before she end her sentence) around mid-late February. Around a 30-lbs gain, I guesstemed based upon my experience. She's 5'9" tall so she wasn't by any means overweight, although her cheeks filled gently a little more while her oversized Medium size polo uniform clung a little much against her upper half body. She visibly had to update her trousers size as the most noticeable changes went straight into her once-small bubble butt, hips and upper thighs; a change that pushed her mischievous surrogate relative to try luring me into ogling at her newly-found gently big rear (as her attraction toward me is no secret for her boyfriend'a older brothers, who tries every once-and-again to lure me into a trap mid-discussion to find out whether these feelings are reciprocal or not and if yes, being enough foolish to openly get caught in) .
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