Do the visions happen on their own? Or are they sent to me by something unseen? Why do I keep seeing the wings, the eyes, why does it speak to me in that terrible voice? Why am I the only one who hears?
--intercepted email fragment from user [email protected]
The journal entry Lucian St Padroit wrote on the dark watcher says, "It sits at the threshold of this world and the next; its wings are like ashes, and the light around it is red--red--RED--RED--"
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It is hard to ignore the role entheogens played in the development of the fourth Wixem Institute (may it rule our hearts and minds forever). Indeed, one could say these holy compounds are now in our blood; in our organs; in the meat that wraps our bones.
"Am I glad I took the trip? Hard to say. On the one hand, I've never been more afraid. On the other hand--well, the question is which other hand, isn't it? Now that I have seven more of them I can't seem to get rid of." --from The Transformations of Paul David, 2nd ed, published 2113