For information on the creation and use of psychic weapons, PM me and we'll talk....
"The Power of language is so great that it can call things into existence simply through naming them."---Richard Mitchell, Less Than Words Can Say
The Red Temple Cult is NOT some 'cult-of-personality' based on the skin encapsulated self of the primary spokesbeing for the Cult, NO WAY, UH-UH, NYET, NEIN, NON. Far from it. Unlike the religions of the Slave Gods, such as Xtianity, Islam, etc., the Cult is not seeking groveling worshippers, but freethinking, independent-minded allies, who can make welcome contributions toward fulfilling the Misssion of the Cult. Hell, the Cult isn't even a 'religion' in the traditional sense......
ON THE MANIFESTATION OF ALIEN ENTITIES
(RTP) was dreaming. He was in England, and everything was closed because it was a Monday. After conferring with a business associate, he went into a hotel, which turned out to be empty room after empty room, floor after floor (there weren't any elevators so he had to take the stairs--that got to be a real bitch after a while). (RTP) discovered evidence of human habitation on one of the higher floors: A piano, on which was folded a newspaper, and on which sat an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes. (RTP) took one of the cigarettes out of the pack, which was a brand he was unfamiliar with, and lit it. After taking a couple of drags, a woman's voice was calling to him, so he turned around. A rather short, dark-haired woman was speaking to him in a very thick, nearly unintelligable Welsh(?) accent. (RTP) told her he could not understand her, and she morphed into a black man who spoke with a Jamaican accent. This revealed to (RTP) that the entire hotel was an alien labratory, where he was being observed, and his behavior in various situations was being catalogued and analyzed. (RTP) finished his cigarette and walked downstairs, leaving the "hotel" and going to a restaurant where he ate dinner with some Turks who offered him whiskey and cannabis. He declined a drink, but accepted a joint. He spent the rest of the evening cursing the hubris of the extraterrestrials for using him as a lab rat in their expiraments, harmless though they were.
Goddamn aliens......
[ This Message was edited by: RTP2003 on 2005-04-18 14:21 ]