Journal 31: Without Warning
Journal 31: Without Warning
I am ticked at a certain Occult Group online. I’ve been dealing with their organization for quite sometime for a while now, They are rude, crude, and have been trying to rope me into their plans for what feels like an eternity now. They basically enabled one of my alters Zone Captor into posting on their site again with links and then scraped the post with a site as soon as I did “to test the waters” with me astrally. Bloody buggers. I can’t stand them.
I’ve been on my youtube channel teaching people, magick through role play. The latest is one of my godforms titled “PandaBlood’ which is a real Native American name mind you. I am actually Native American. I don’t want you to know my race. I am not giving it out. If you pressure me we’ll say I’m White and leave it there. I have this weird thing with the sun. But I can easily see the video as an offensive caricature if you don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes. Even if you don’t watch it all through. Panda Blood’s Makeup was wacky in that video so it was a whole mess, but it did mimic a tribe’s perfectly. I didn’t want to post it. I didn’t want to be seen as racist, but it was necessary. It was obligationary, to the native gods of lore themselves and Panda himself that I do.
I’m not giving out my tribe. Everything is very spiritual and I was adopted and adopted and other shit has happened and I don't want to get into it. Alrighty? Alrighty! Anyways though these magicians are really pissing me off. They don’t deserve my work. Or my knowledge and after they’ve seen so much they certainly. CERTAINLY don’t deserve my classes, or my secret grimoires. That’s for dam certain.
Oh yeah did I mention I married Yami Yugi? Cus I totally married yami yugi?
-Olive Brimstone Out