I think cold showers can heal, and mayne they are christpilled or something or however the cat is christened

Are there any theosophical 'teens on here (if there even are any) who can give a simple explination for theosophical beliefs. Many perennial traditionalists like Guenon wrote a lot about how it's antithetical to traditional metaphysics. Just curious.

Be honest, how many of you have actually heard about the Man with the Gold Watch before tonight? Thought so. Nobody ever does. Until they see him. And then it's either too late or you're one of the lucky ones who knew better.

I'm posting this because my grandfather told me this story when I was a kid, and last week I almost ran into the fucker for real. Almost looked him in the eye. My heart's still pounding when I think about it. You need to know this before you walk through any old business district past midnight.

Every city has one. I don't care if you're in New York, London, some shithole in Eastern Europe, or a "nice" little town with one cobblestone street and a clock tower that hasn't worked since the 80s. He's there. Waiting.

They call him different things. The Broker. The Late One. My granddad just called him "The Ded" like the Slavic word for grandpa, because that's what he looks like. Just some old man. Expensive coat, old-school leather shoes polished like mirrors, grey hair combed back like he's about to close a deal. Respectable. Out of place.

But the watch, anons. You'll notice the watch first if you're stupid enough to look up. Massive gold thing on a leather strap. Antique as fuck. And here's the thing - the hands never move. Ever.

Story goes this guy was a ruthless businessman back in the day. Like, industrial revolution level cutthroat. Bought factories, ruined families, never lost a deal because his whole thing was timing. He bragged he never missed a minute in his life. Time was money and he had all of it.

Then one day he fucking slipped. Overslept, carriage broke down, whatever. Showed up ONE MINUTE late to sign the biggest contract of his life. Just sixty seconds. Some other bastard signed it first, stocks crashed, empire gone in a single day. Guy couldn't handle it. Walked into the building with the clock that showed his ruin and blew his brains out right there.

But death didn't stick.

Now his soul's stuck in a loop. Can't move on because he's missing that one minute. He's not looking for revenge or blood. He's looking for something simpler and way more fucked up.

He wants to know the time.

If you're unlucky enough to walk through the wrong alley, past the wrong old building with a clock, you'll hear him first. A little cough. A shuffle. You look up - there he is. Standing in the shadow of an archway, under a dead streetlight, by a door that's been bricked up for fifty years.

He raises his left hand. The one with the frozen gold watch. And he looks you right in the eyes. His voice sounds like dry paper tearing:

"Excuse me, passerby… do you have the time? Could you tell me what time it is right now?"

That's it. That's the whole question. He just wants to check his watch.

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>drinking datura tea

Moloch and Baal function as the Shiva force behind the Semitic pantheon. The MK ULTRA arc always falls into the same pitfalls, normgroids turn toward YHWH, Yadlabaoth(demiurge), Christ or the Antichrist pretending to b salvation. The Monad sits behind it all… bubbling back to the surface. AGIOS O MOLOCH… o algo…
but if Moloch is the dark aspect of that Shiva type of force in Semitic veil paganism then Kali Maa is its eastern opposite. It’s a sort of compassionate intensity that burns away avidya so the real can shine through. Kali Maa isn’t apocalypse… she’s a correction via fire through the forest so something can grow again. Benevolent in the way amputation is (if that make sense)
Kali Yuga is condition… Avidya and maya flooding my perception with moha chaining me to surface level shit like my identity, my ego and meaningless possessions… everyone is hypnotised by externals too. Kali maa isn’t here to punish us… she comes because the illusion has gone so far from what is previously imagined, she cuts because the gangrenous limb doesn’t argue. We as people think it’s negative/evil because we’re too attached to wat needs to die… We will all make it. Surf the Kali Yuga… This is just the beginning of something
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The name is "The Schizo Number".

It contains an untypable symbol.

I will post this untypable symbol now!

>Eats poop
>Threatens to cut off cock and balls
>Shits his pants all the time
>Wants his father to change his diapers
>is 40 years old (old enough to be a father himself)
>wants to fuck his father

Yeah, this guy sounds like he's straight from some GEMERALD CREEPYPASTA on youtube. He needs to be studied.

GEMERALD CREEPY PASTA - IF YOU SEE ANDY DITCH DONT INTERACT WITH HIM

itt we post schizo edits

Theyre coming for you