The Magic of Solomon

There is a considerable amount to unpack with tomorrow's Solar Eclipse. Do not be surprised if there is an event. It will be staged and have an agenda it will be pushing for. Please do not buy into it. Tomorrow will be a day of suffering for some sadly unfortunate few. The elite will perform numerous human sacrifices, which I am told will involve long-lasting, torturous ordeals. They mean to attract the attention of genuinely sinister forces. CERN will, coincidently, fire up its particle accelerator up, and have it going as a counter-rotation force to stabilize the portal, which will be the penumbral shadow cast upon the earth, opening the way for interdimensional entities to seek psychical bodies and consciousnesses to anchor themselves into.  The majority of the American public has become unhinged. Socially engineered to be mentally and physically deficient, spiritually and morally devoid. Chemicalized and made barely functional automatons and quickly tranquilized by trivial ente...

I chose this rural fortification in Marsing, Idaho, for the privacy it offered and the particular energy it exuded. The walls were a canvas of messy graffiti tags, quickly scrawled upside-down pentagrams, and sloppy spellings of "Satan" alongside the ubiquitous "666." Holes were kicked and punched in the walls, and the shattered glass from broken windows and beer bottles crunched beneath my boots. My intuition was correct. This space was steeped in a rich history of emotional angst, pangs of helplessness, and unfettered rage—the exact flavor of mana I required. But I wanted more. My familiar spirits whispered that the prime location was yet to be discovered. The upper floor needed to be tactically unsound. While this was a lonely place, the flickering candlelight visible from the windows could still pique the curiosity of uninvited guests. Who or what roamed the Idaho farmlands in the pitch of night was not the equation I was here to explore. However, cocking back t...