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Nothing better than Avraamov for these

A hint of Cobble City


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Stone, bricks, a hearth, a fire dimly casting an orange light onto the sea of darkness that is this shelter of a living room. No windows. In front of this hearth, a wine coloured carpet, a red sofa; in it a girl studies my fufaika. Straight back hair. She is nervous because she wants my affection. I grasp the boundary with my soul.
Outside, a world of rain. The old city is resting most of its industries. Empty streets. Cold black rooftops are swimming in rain. The denizens have now barricaded themselves in their chambers, shut away the wind behind heavy doors until day perhaps arrives. Asleep. Deep beneath even the proles' warrens are silent.
However, this room is warm. Flames dancing peacefully, painting animated shadows on the wall. I take in the radiant heat, and the stone of the walls. I'm safe, here.
She wants to please me so she asks where it's from. I rest in silence, and tell her she knows already, but her mind's keeping it from her. Take it in, feel it, and you'll find there's only one answer. I'm in a space almost aquatic.

Our sea of dim warm light in this roiling ocean, up in the tenement. Gazing into the mysterious ember source, aglow, so primal and deep, into the unknown world it may lead to. As if practicing some mystical craft I stare into the living embers, they some sort of purest basic magical force, like the old salamanders, an evident elemental sense. I channel the source and it feels like the red string across the worlds. I help her, tell her the name of a country that no longer exists, and stubbornly mention that it now exists here, sternum. I leave the silence to her for her contemplations on that meaning.

I have not understood that not only does she know this all already, but really I am the one being taught.
Here I am.



Cobble city borders Trains and Hearths and the Field Witch world, most definitely. However it is already distant a way from more intense ones like the infamous Communist church world, and probably zones like the Infernal city somewhere down that line if you keep going. No, it is tamer, more subdued, but where it gives in stringence it makes up for in weight. As in, weight on one's shoulders, a slightly dreary, heavy, altschmerz-like weight, somewhere between comfortable and uncomfortable. Or the weight of history: Cobble city's streets are indeed plastered in reddish brown cobble, being mostly made of stone, and it is so old. All the things that have already played out within it. You can feel its history in the air almost in an oppressive way, but still it connects through some passages even to places like the angelic campus among others. The pseudounderground scene is minor but teeming, though i was always alone there when i went, usually as a student. It is definitely European in style, though it'd be one quite sunk in the deepest parts of central Europe or so kind of city. I have trouble considering it as either self-contained or porous, because it is a bit of both. There's an almost Germanic feel to it. There are some cultural vibes and there, but nothing clear nor defined beyond a weighted sense that it is living among its stagnation. And i'm sure it has cellars.

I'm going back into my yellow book of dreams. Its seems that it might border the student world from below? I know it can help one sneak into the librarian world. The focus is not on studies though, even though that was a theme that can occur. I realized something there now forgotten. Is it a metaphor for routine? For the old times of mine? My weariness and longing to belong? I was sincerely somewhat happy there for the short time i spend there. Certainly, it is urban, and it is not small by any means. I don't think there is any public transport, that already being a sign that you're starting to approach the student world: often public transportation led me there, usually in the form of clean-bright busses. The meaning is harder to find, but not just when contemplating the essence of the entire cluster, it seems that that's also a part of its mind: that there is little meaning there.



Hey, Pan, can I call you Polokus? Can I jump through the worlds you keep dreaming up and travel them maybe plow through them the way they're meant to be played? I could be a nomad again, or craft them myself, and mine tend to borne out of the forge, smelling like steel and cotton and hot water. And bricks, wood, and so much more; a complicated and subtle fragrance of character.





I will eventually continue. I am now moving onto a more Rakastettu tetesept Svefngenglar channel, ever so slightly. But i ask for understanding as it takes time to charge up. This is why the latest iterations have not been focal points but talkarounds. Still for the finality i have left you a present. See if you spot it! One less devil walks this earth.

Now as the month ends i find it proper to include upon its boundary these small guides & how-tos for us to enjoy a better winter.

How to create a servitor

  1. Designing:

    • Define the servitor's purpose.
    • Choose a representation or symbol.
    • Create a physical vessel (object) for connection.

  2. Charging:

    • Meditate, clear distractions, and focus.
    • Hold the representation, chant the servitor's name.
    • Visualize energy influx, rotate a ball of energy, and blow it into the representation.
    • Repeat charging, focusing on the servitor's name.

  3. Casting:

    • Instruct the servitor after charging.
    • Firmly command its purpose, rules, and duration.
    • Establish dominance as the master.
    • Have it serve its purpose.

  4. Deconstructing:

    • After the servitor completes its task, enter a meditative state.
    • Thank the servitor, command it to sleep, and visualize energy absorption.
    • Bury or burn the representative object, forgetting about it.


Technique for OOBE

  1. Go lucid

    • Write down your dreams as detailed as you can
    • Choose your technique, WBTB, DILD, WILD, etc
    • Keep repeating up to lucidity

  2. Go astral

    • Often as simple as wishing it so!
    • Do while dreaming if you have trouble with wake induced.
    • Look out for flashes and vibrations, a good sign.
    • Helpful tools are visualisation methods.

Snowsink method: imagine you are in a mountain forest deep in winter, and everything is covered in snow. You are by some saplins peaking out of the white, and just saw something down by the road and called out to it. However it turns out it's a monster and you're retarded. It's coming for you and you have nowhere to hide, but an idea strikes you: your backpack is camouflage pattern, the snow is deep and the saplins will protect you. The only part of this method you need to focus on will now follow. Visualize the feeling of sinking front first into the snow, kneeling down and face first into it at the same time, or however you want but you're sinking into the snow. You don't just jump into snow and stay there: it settles slowly, quicker at first, and then at an exponentially slower rate, seemingly unending, until, eventually, you are in fully. The whole time there's this monster walking up the trail and will see your spot at some point, thus you are perfectly immobile and try to pass off as natural as you can by relaxing your entire being and trying to blend in. That's the only way you can hope to pass off as a rock or a pack of dirt or some branches or whatever. It's by removing yourself from your own flesh and letting it act its fleshy, natural part, which would then seem closer to something naturally occuring and not what the monster is hunting for. That's the mechanic by which you will hide—and not only hide, but become unhurtable.