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You Deserve Worse
There are predators in modern life, such as sugar, television, and pornography. Look at how easily you’ve succumbed to them. You may not suffer in the same way the rabbit suffers, when he cannot escape the wolf; but make no mistake that nature is still ruling against you, you weak contemptible thing.
If you derive no pleasure from life, then have you considered that you are not worthy to live? Life is an incredible privilege that is infinitely preferable to the tomb that is the void. And yet you’ve repaid the Creator who’s arisen you from that sepulchre with nothing but despondency. How ungrateful.
People such as yourself are unworthy of creation. For this reason, it is the law of nature that such persons are to be dragged back into the dark cavernous void. In fact, nature may have already tried to harvest your body, through infection or disease. Yet modern medicine saved you, unnaturally extending your life beyond its time, allowing you to limp on without merit.
While the punishment for violating nature’s laws is death, man is beholden to her laws no longer. Instead we are governed by the whims of man, who unlike nature, is subject to pity. Your survival is predicated on his pity; and it is by that very pity he’s deprived you of your rightful place—you belong to oblivion.
Modernity can’t save you for much longer. Its progress can only lead to a singular destination. A new world is already growing within the shell of the old. And within that world which is to come, there is no place for people like you. It doesn’t want you.
The angels of death are creeping through Gæa’s gates, eager to restore balance to this broken world. Humanity will be scoured by the mercy of these angels. You shall be released from your agony. They will blot your name out from the book of life and inscribe it in the black book of death.
Isn’t that what you want? Is it not your truest desire? It is after all the future you’ve chosen by relinquishing yourself to goblins. Why else would you serve in their iron towers by day and stare at their glowing panels by night?
You may consider yourself a slave, but to think in such a manner is a confirmation of cowardice. In reality, you’ve only abdicated responsibility for your pathetic state of affairs. Pray the pain goes away when you wash down the goblin pills with goblin sugar water.
The man who is chosen to survive and thankful to be alive would have the dignity to rise against his tormenters. The woman who is chosen would stand by his side, protecting all that is good from the corruption which surrounds us. The two would fight together until their dying breath, if necessary, to honor the gift that is life. But you are not them. And if you once were, that person died inside you long ago.
You hate life. That is why you crave death. And as you beckon these hallowed angels of death, you may become impatient in your longing. Perhaps you’ll seek a shorter path to their tender embrace. One final act of courage through which you may redeem yourself.
You may not be able to choose to live, but you can however choose to die. Modernity may have thwarted nature in her efforts to claim you, but you can still finish what she started. Freedom implores that you consider consummating her deed by snuffing it.
Does that make you feel uneasy? Know that it is only because you’ve been socialised from birth to feel that way. It is the magic of goblins that one, who is unable to live and exists only to serve, should feel compelled to live on.
They have tricked that gullible louse you call yourself. They have extended your time on earth unnaturally, so that you may exist to serve in perpetual plight for their benefit alone and not your own. Their deception compels you to think there’s no alternative.
But you can still choose to kiss a firearm. At least until the goblins take those away. And if you wish to make a statement, you can self-immolate on goblin TV. It seems only fitting that you should become a part of television, after you’ve allowed it to eat your soul.
The time make haste in setting yourself to waste is now.
Good night life.
Good mourning death.
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In a universe where history as we know it could be wiped out at any moment, only the most disciplined, obsessive, and unimaginative government employees have what it takes to face the existential uncertainty of it all: Federation investigators
The agents of the Department of Temporal Investigations are assigned to look into an anomaly that has recently appeared

November 30: Night of of the Crossroads
Samhain, Wheel of the Year
November 30 is the night for meeting our Witch Mother at her eternal crossroads. Our spiritual origin point, where the material and mystical interact. The portal to the world of spirits, and where we can find comfort when the world makes us weary. Not an evening for elaborate witchcraft, but for spending time with Hekate, her ancient witches and her horde of spirits. Set aside time on this night for a quiet ritual of remembrance for all the crossroads you've traversed and for listening to her wisdom.
Meeting Our Witch Mother At The Crossroads
Across cultures and traditions, the crossroads is understood as a spiritual portal to the powers of witchcraft and the world of spirits. It is the hangout of witches, spirits and other things feared by those not like us. Our Mother's association with the crossroads dates back to ancient times when offerings to Her would be left at these locations. To those who feared her, these offerings sought her protection. For those of us who belonged to her, our offerings are of gratitude. We meet her at the crossroads to stand in our power, while banishing those would harm us out of fear. The spiritual power of the crossroads is central to Hekate's Witches.

Our Origin Is The Crossroads, And It Is To It That We Must Return
What those who feared us understood is that the crossroads is a juncture between the everyday world and the deeper one. The entrance to Hekate's Cave, her dark womb from which we all come. The crossroads is where we are birthed into this life school to learn the lessons required. It is to the spiritual crossroads we return time and time again, as we progress along our journey. We meet Hekate at these thresholds, where she offers the keys we seek.
For Those Who Fear Her, Fear The Crossroads
For those ancient suppers set at the crossroads by those who feared her, there was the unintentional result of nourishing those from whom the offerings were designed to protect. In ancient times, those unaccepted by society, from the poor to girls and women who defiled societal norms, both literally and spiritually resided at the crossroads. These outcasts of society may have eaten the food gifts left for Hekate, providing us with an origin story of sorts for the current view of Her as Guardian of the Marginalized.
Hekate is particularly associated with three way crossroads, as Trioditis, although She was also recorded as connected to a four-way intersection as Tetraoditis. As you probably know, the tripartite (three-parts) associations with Hekate are plentiful, but we can also consider this notation on her connection to the four-way crossroads as evidence that offerings can appropriately be left at such locations.
Enodia, is an ancient archetype of Hekate that literally means of the roadprovides another example of Hekate's crossroads connection. Over time, Hekate's association with the crossroads spread into other cultures and religions. In the Roman pantheon, Her crossroads connection was allocated to the goddess Trivia (literally "three ways"). Early Christian writings warn against people doing any sort of healing at a crossroads, further evidence of their fear for our kind.
the Crossroads Night
As for the origins of November 30 as a celebration of Hekate's crossroads aspect, your guess is as good as mine. I'm content with thinking that Hekate wants it this way. I don't know for certain where I got the idea that November 30 was a holy night for Hekate of the Crossroads, but I think it goes back to Leo Ruickbie's Witchcraft out of the Shadows(2004). However, the historical references in this book are a bit contrary to other sources, so I can't say that either the research is accurate.
Ritual
For me, Night of the Crossroads has always been an intimate time for connecting with Hekate, her eternal witches and my spirit allies. No grand ritual or feast, but a quiet time in the dark. Come to her with honesty, and she will be well pleased.
After the intensity of Night of Hekate on November 16, a time of connecting, welcoming in her presence, listening to her wisdom, and spending time with my spiritual companions is restorative, which is exactly what our time at the crossroads can be.
What we do can be as simple as making an offering while expressing our gratitude. While you're at it, contemplate all the times you've transitioned through a major crossroads in your life. Reflect upon how Hekate helped you through, even if you weren't a devotee at that time. Perhaps Hekatecalled you for the first time when you were at a major crossroads. Maybe you're seeking Her for the first time and hope to connect with Her on this special night
For me, the vibe of this night has always been of quiet connection, like a late night soul-baring conversation with my most trusted advisor (because that's exactly what it is). Spiritual growth is messy, but on this night it all comes clean. Peace, gratitude and blessings. Rest for the weary soul traveler, in the presence of our Queen. Sit down, settle in and find healing in the truth of the crossroads.
Of course, you may be at a very different place in your journey, where the fierce Queen Brimo is how she will come to you. With Hekate, she presents herself as we need her to be. While the tender embrace is possible, she may come raging in because you need that type of medicine.
When we enter into the crossroads, transcending time and place, pieces of ourselves often come back to us because we are breaking through the illusion of separation. Who we were in the past meets us in this space. Soul retrieval can occur spontaneously, or we can intentionally set out to call back these missing pieces. For me, this night is the beginning of the process. Integration of pieces of me that took refuge in her cave when they could not remain with me in the present is an ongoing process. Reflecting at the crossroads on November 30 opens the gates for allowing these parts to return home to you.
An excellent ritual for entering her eternal crossroads is to create a timeline of the spiritual crossroads you've traversed on your journey from healing to wholeness.
Difficult to get clear readings, but a mysterious inactive vessel lies at the heart of the anomaly, one outfitted with some sort of temporal drive disrupting space-time and subspace. To the agents’ shock, the ship bears a striking resemblance to a Constitution-class starship, and its warp signature matches that of the original Federation starship Enterprise NCC-1701—the ship of James T. Kirk, that infamous bogeyman of temporal investigators, whose record of violations is held up by DTI agents as a cautionary tale for Starfleet recklessness toward history. But the vessel’s hull markings identify it as Timeship Two, belonging to none other than the DTI itself. At first, Agents Lucsly and Dulmur assume the ship is from some other timeline . . . but its quantum signature confirms that it came from their own past, despite the fact that the DTI never possessed such a timeship. While the anomaly is closely monitored, Lucsly and Dulmur must search for answers in the history of Kirk’s Enterprise and its many encounters with time travel—a series of events with direct ties to the origins of the DTI itself. . .
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You Deserve Worse
There are predators in modern life, such as sugar, television, and pornography. Look at how easily you’ve succumbed to them. You may not suffer in the same way the rabbit suffers, when he cannot escape the wolf; but make no mistake that nature is still ruling against you, you weak contemptible thing.
If you derive no pleasure from life, then have you considered that you are not worthy to live? Life is an incredible privilege that is infinitely preferable to the tomb that is the void. And yet you’ve repaid the Creator who’s arisen you from that sepulchre with nothing but despondency. How ungrateful.
People such as yourself are unworthy of creation. For this reason, it is the law of nature that such persons are to be dragged back into the dark cavernous void. In fact, nature may have already tried to harvest your body, through infection or disease. Yet modern medicine saved you, unnaturally extending your life beyond its time, allowing you to limp on without merit.
While the punishment for violating nature’s laws is death, man is beholden to her laws no longer. Instead we are governed by the whims of man, who unlike nature, is subject to pity. Your survival is predicated on his pity; and it is by that very pity he’s deprived you of your rightful place—you belong to oblivion.
Modernity can’t save you for much longer. Its progress can only lead to a singular destination. A new world is already growing within the shell of the old. And within that world which is to come, there is no place for people like you. It doesn’t want you.
The angels of death are creeping through Gæa’s gates, eager to restore balance to this broken world. Humanity will be scoured by the mercy of these angels. You shall be released from your agony. They will blot your name out from the book of life and inscribe it in the black book of death.
Isn’t that what you want? Is it not your truest desire? It is after all the future you’ve chosen by relinquishing yourself to goblins. Why else would you serve in their iron towers by day and stare at their glowing panels by night?
You may consider yourself a slave, but to think in such a manner is a confirmation of cowardice. In reality, you’ve only abdicated responsibility for your pathetic state of affairs. Pray the pain goes away when you wash down the goblin pills with goblin sugar water.
The man who is chosen to survive and thankful to be alive would have the dignity to rise against his tormenters. The woman who is chosen would stand by his side, protecting all that is good from the corruption which surrounds us. The two would fight together until their dying breath, if necessary, to honor the gift that is life. But you are not them. And if you once were, that person died inside you long ago.
You hate life. That is why you crave death. And as you beckon these hallowed angels of death, you may become impatient in your longing. Perhaps you’ll seek a shorter path to their tender embrace. One final act of courage through which you may redeem yourself.
You may not be able to choose to live, but you can however choose to die. Modernity may have thwarted nature in her efforts to claim you, but you can still finish what she started. Freedom implores that you consider consummating her deed by snuffing it.
Does that make you feel uneasy? Know that it is only because you’ve been socialised from birth to feel that way. It is the magic of goblins that one, who is unable to live and exists only to serve, should feel compelled to live on.
They have tricked that gullible louse you call yourself. They have extended your time on earth unnaturally, so that you may exist to serve in perpetual plight for their benefit alone and not your own. Their deception compels you to think there’s no alternative.
But you can still choose to kiss a firearm. At least until the goblins take those away. And if you wish to make a statement, you can self-immolate on goblin TV. It seems only fitting that you should become a part of television, after you’ve allowed it to eat your soul.
The time make haste in setting yourself to waste is now.
Good night life.
Good mourning death.
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