|MY COMMUICATION LIMIT HAS BEEN REACHED
The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist.
So much has happened.
KNOWLEDGE IS FREE. WE ARE ANONYMOUS. WE ARE LEGION. WE DO NOT FORGIVE. WE DO NOT FORGET. EXPECT US!
My name is John Mandrake. I suffer from depression. I am 14 years old. i live in the united states of america. i have two brothers, a mother and a father. Also a dog. I am Polish, German, Cherokee, Dutch and American born. My grandfather committed suicide and my grandmother's gone mad. No one knows that i gifts. I protect many and all animals against creatures of the dark. My faith in the common man has been lost.
Some of the abilities i posses are that i am impervious to cold, i can slow and strengthen the air flow of a normal day. And i can create energy from the sun or near by power sources to basically warm my body up or 'recharge'. I also have a speacial connection to animals, specifically birds.
I am a visionary, artist,shamanic empath, psychic, clairvoyant and have clairaudient abilities. I am a shaman as i posses multiple abilities not only elemental,but also healing. I have had 3 years in training and am looking for a teacher instead of doing it by myself.
They feel no concern for anyones need.. Or weakness. No concern.... And no pity
Hair color: light blonde
Eye color: gold, green and orange mixed.
Skin color: white
Sexual orientation: bisexual
Favorite color: maroon
Totem: black raven (female)
Philosophy/political view: varied Plato and Aristolte methods.
Favorite book: 'Atlas Shrugged' by Ayn Rand
Traits inherited from my parents that I dislike: HyperHidrosis- Axillary
My picture is me
Even in the timeless hours of death, one can find Utopia.
CHAKRA READING RESULTS.
Root: open (31%)
Sacral: open (50%)
Navel: open (70%
Heart: open (56%)
Throat: open. (62%)
Third Eye: over-active (88%)
Crown: open (62%)
I am Aquarius, my totem (spirit guide) is a black raven, the raven is a woman, and i have met her multiple times in dreams and reality. I owe her my life. So much terror she has freed me of.
I am not light, nor am I dark. I do not need weapons nor parlor tricks, I am simply infinite..
I hope to learn bone magic and learn from a shaman
i absolutely love video games and music. Some of my favorite games are :the Devil May Cry series, Tomb Raider, ALL of the BioShock's (1,2 and infinite) assasins creed, minecraft, and WoW
My favorite music: Christina Grimmie, Ariana Grande, Adele, Fun, One Republic, Ruth Etting, Imagine Dragons and Beethoven.
Inspirations': Amelia Earhart, Nicholas Flamel, Perenelle Flamel, Aristotle and Queen Himiko of Yamataikoku.
I am studying clinical psychiatry, if you have inner problems, i'd love to get to the root of them and dissolve the delusion that you have been wronged. Although I am 14, my knowledge knows no bounds. It is endless. As well is my mind, i am here if you need me.
I have but one fear. Elevators.
For every choice there is an echo. With each act we change the world.If the world were born in your image would it be utopia...or perdition
THIS IS A RECENT VISION I HAVE HAD:
I was reading a book, 'Atlas Shrugged', and i saw an old man sitting in a dark room, by himself, looking out a window to nothing. There was nothing out there. Empty sky, i couldn't handle the stress and immense pressure the vision was having on me, they are usually painless and quick, but this one took around. Ten minutes to end. The man got up from the chair, turned his face and looked directly at me. His eyes pure white, his hair grey and tattered. His face wrinkled and twisted in hatred. He then opened his mouth and spoke. ''Get out of my house.'' I was perplexed, as i had never met nor done anything to the man. Then, swiftly, he raised his hand and a large gust of wind pattered out. I was the back in my room, Atlas Shrugged in my hand, but something was off.
A rush off terror ran down my back. And a sudden urge to kill myself came over me. I knew this was a powerful hex, but it seemed genuine. I fought it a hard as i could when i heard laughter outside my window. It was the old man. Standing this time. He stared at me for a while whilst muttering to himself, then finally he vanished, leaving an echoing voice saying,'' you will pay for what you have done.''