I am almost speechless right now. Hermit might be...gone. I don't know what to do.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7qLO1MzeA4&feature=youtu.be
The journal has been altered, there are a lot of new things in it, nut I have yet to analyze it all.
Stay tuned.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
In before
The next full moon is coming up. The strange person said that more information would be revealed when it is that time, so I am just waiting now. He has been back. I see him in the corner of my eye, in my room, or in the evening when I take a walk. It is somewhere between annoying and threatening.
I have a few things to think about.
1: There was a long string of what appears to be hexadecimal code in one of my video descriptions, and I have not been able to decode it, so I would appreciate a little help. Also, there was some more code posted on twitter, and I will crack that code, and might post it in a video.
2: The things in the journal do worry me. It is not the act that a scary looking man tracked me down and hand me an item he took from a cultist, from a cult that did not exist for more then 100 years. This is somewhat, and it does pose some questions, such as who he was and why I should "know his name"
As a last note, I have been working on the old codes, they became strange, one of the answers was "biochip", another was "psychology", "phenomenon" and "Frequency". There were some more, but they were, shall we say, personal. I have no idea what they are asking about.
Stay tuned.
I have a few things to think about.
1: There was a long string of what appears to be hexadecimal code in one of my video descriptions, and I have not been able to decode it, so I would appreciate a little help. Also, there was some more code posted on twitter, and I will crack that code, and might post it in a video.
2: The things in the journal do worry me. It is not the act that a scary looking man tracked me down and hand me an item he took from a cultist, from a cult that did not exist for more then 100 years. This is somewhat, and it does pose some questions, such as who he was and why I should "know his name"
As a last note, I have been working on the old codes, they became strange, one of the answers was "biochip", another was "psychology", "phenomenon" and "Frequency". There were some more, but they were, shall we say, personal. I have no idea what they are asking about.
Stay tuned.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Unwrapped
Here we go.
Here is the link to me unwrapping a certain item:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rT0xAF_LJs&feature=youtu.be
And here is my twitter in case anyone wants to give me some insights:
@x_documents123z
And here is the code:
47 61 6d 65 20 6f 6e 2e 20 4c 65 74 27 73 20 64 61 6e 63 65 21 20 5f 68 65 72 6d 69 74
Here is the link to me unwrapping a certain item:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rT0xAF_LJs&feature=youtu.be
And here is my twitter in case anyone wants to give me some insights:
@x_documents123z
And here is the code:
47 61 6d 65 20 6f 6e 2e 20 4c 65 74 27 73 20 64 61 6e 63 65 21 20 5f 68 65 72 6d 69 74
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Unwrapping
Hello there.
Just a quick update. I am about to unwrap the thing the strange man handed me, and I will record myself with my webcam doing so. This will be uploaded tomorrow evening the latest, and I hope I have some more information by then.
Stay tuned.
Just a quick update. I am about to unwrap the thing the strange man handed me, and I will record myself with my webcam doing so. This will be uploaded tomorrow evening the latest, and I hope I have some more information by then.
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Chasing shadows.
We are not the only ones.
I took the train up to my old hometown, I wanted to look around the old abandoned house. I walked around for a while, and noticed some burnt pieces of paper and that damn mark on the ground, painted with charcoal. As I bent down to look at the scraps for paper, I heard footsteps and looked behind me.
There was a man, a man I had never seen before. He looked worn, tired, restless, like had had been sleeping rough for a few weeks. He just looked at me, and then talked.
(I will summarize the conversation best I can)
"Finally, Gabriel, I was waiting for you."
"Who are you?"
"Let us say, I am similar to you."
He then handed me something wrapped in a piece of cloth, and told me not to break the wax seal until the next full moon.
"what do you mean, you are like me"
"I am one of you, like Michael, like you, I am one of the persons "changed" or "touched" by that entity that rests outside, and I am a lot older than I look."
"I didn't fucking ask for this you know"
"You have the right attitude, fuck all and fuck the world."
He had this wild look in his eyes the entire time, an insane wild look.
"Well, I have to take my leave now, byebye, and,oh, next time, bring a knife." He smiled and winked at me and started to walk rapidly up the road.
"Hey, you what is your name, I want to talk to you more"
"By now" he said, pausing fro effect, you should have guessed my name." He smiled and walked around the corner, I rushed towards were he had been, but I could not see him.
After this I went home.
The last thing i remember saying was, you have got to be fucking kidding me.
stay tuned for more, update at the next full moon.
I took the train up to my old hometown, I wanted to look around the old abandoned house. I walked around for a while, and noticed some burnt pieces of paper and that damn mark on the ground, painted with charcoal. As I bent down to look at the scraps for paper, I heard footsteps and looked behind me.
There was a man, a man I had never seen before. He looked worn, tired, restless, like had had been sleeping rough for a few weeks. He just looked at me, and then talked.
(I will summarize the conversation best I can)
"Finally, Gabriel, I was waiting for you."
"Who are you?"
"Let us say, I am similar to you."
He then handed me something wrapped in a piece of cloth, and told me not to break the wax seal until the next full moon.
"what do you mean, you are like me"
"I am one of you, like Michael, like you, I am one of the persons "changed" or "touched" by that entity that rests outside, and I am a lot older than I look."
"I didn't fucking ask for this you know"
"You have the right attitude, fuck all and fuck the world."
He had this wild look in his eyes the entire time, an insane wild look.
"Well, I have to take my leave now, byebye, and,oh, next time, bring a knife." He smiled and winked at me and started to walk rapidly up the road.
"Hey, you what is your name, I want to talk to you more"
"By now" he said, pausing fro effect, you should have guessed my name." He smiled and walked around the corner, I rushed towards were he had been, but I could not see him.
After this I went home.
The last thing i remember saying was, you have got to be fucking kidding me.
stay tuned for more, update at the next full moon.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Time flies
Wow, 2014, what a year. I have a good feeling for some reason. These last couple o months have been, shall we say, rough.
Having some psycho leave weird messages for you in videos is a problem, getting strange riddles dispatched from weird hackers is just fun. But sometimes, my own idiocy just makes things really bad. I have been hunting him, I can't injure him, I have tried a lot of things, a home made taser, stabbing, fire. Nothing. However, I do have something in mind. This cult, the occulus dei, seem to know a lot. They don't exist anymore, so there is nothing to go on, they straight up disappeared from the history books like so many other occultist groups during the late 1800s. However, they seem to be quite well versed in biology, physics and various types of engineering. A lot of it is mixed in with the usual jibber-jabber of mysticism. However, as my journal, well someones old journal that is. Most of it was in a misture of German, Swedish, Dutch, Arabic, and got knows what else. I was translating the most interesting parts. It was something about a "being-outside-of-no-form". The stuff in english was often ritualistic, about candles, sigils and such things.
Another good thing however, is that I know that the pills seem to be good. They keep him out of my head a little bit. He still grabs me, drags me off, and I loose time, but my mind seems more intact, I remember things, hotels, books, cars. He is getting more powerful and intrusive. I hope he is not permanent, otherwise god help me.
Anyway, stay tuned, and if you see hermit, punch him for me.
Having some psycho leave weird messages for you in videos is a problem, getting strange riddles dispatched from weird hackers is just fun. But sometimes, my own idiocy just makes things really bad. I have been hunting him, I can't injure him, I have tried a lot of things, a home made taser, stabbing, fire. Nothing. However, I do have something in mind. This cult, the occulus dei, seem to know a lot. They don't exist anymore, so there is nothing to go on, they straight up disappeared from the history books like so many other occultist groups during the late 1800s. However, they seem to be quite well versed in biology, physics and various types of engineering. A lot of it is mixed in with the usual jibber-jabber of mysticism. However, as my journal, well someones old journal that is. Most of it was in a misture of German, Swedish, Dutch, Arabic, and got knows what else. I was translating the most interesting parts. It was something about a "being-outside-of-no-form". The stuff in english was often ritualistic, about candles, sigils and such things.
Another good thing however, is that I know that the pills seem to be good. They keep him out of my head a little bit. He still grabs me, drags me off, and I loose time, but my mind seems more intact, I remember things, hotels, books, cars. He is getting more powerful and intrusive. I hope he is not permanent, otherwise god help me.
Anyway, stay tuned, and if you see hermit, punch him for me.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
He sees me when i'msleeping.
He is still stalking me. I might have created him, given him his life, but I cannot control him. I have been thinking about getting some more help, I know I was warned against getting people involved, but I have one last idea. I am going to try to go back and un-summon the thing. I am going to keep working.
Also, regarding the whole time thing. i think it is a bit of mercy, really, if I do the ritual correctly, I can send this abomination back to the realms of the mind, and I might be able to deal with it.
I will probably forget that all this happened,and I might just not be able to see whats on this blog and my channel, since it is from a different timeline. If this works the way I hope it does then everything should be fine. If not, then I am going to need every bit of help I can get. Because I think Hermit might be dead. I recieved a pckage in the mail. It contained three or four items, a gun with some ammunition, no serieal number, a small cube with something inside, a few torn and dirty pages with additional information on how to summon and defeat memetic weaponry, as well as some of the history behind them, and alos, why there is a serious chance of me killing a lot of people with this. And a bloody scarf, the same one from a certain video. I have an abysmal feeling about this.
The ritual essentially say something about beings that exist as thoughts, and that cannot manifest in this universe yet and need to create memes to eventually inhabit bastardized tulpas or similar creations, or through some odd ritual take control of a person directly. Apparently this would empower said being. I don't know whats worse, having to deal with a powerful ancinet god or deity that I might accidentally unleash upon a world rife with memes that can be weaponized, such as the seedeater, slenderman and the rake and zombies and all kinds of nasty things invented on the internet. I really don't want to think about that or. Or having to deal with waking up with blue hair and red eyes. Yup, shapeshifting. F*ck.
Why can't I ever just have one major problem to deal with.
Argh, stay tuned, and if the ritual fails, I will tweet some information ASAP
Also, regarding the whole time thing. i think it is a bit of mercy, really, if I do the ritual correctly, I can send this abomination back to the realms of the mind, and I might be able to deal with it.
I will probably forget that all this happened,and I might just not be able to see whats on this blog and my channel, since it is from a different timeline. If this works the way I hope it does then everything should be fine. If not, then I am going to need every bit of help I can get. Because I think Hermit might be dead. I recieved a pckage in the mail. It contained three or four items, a gun with some ammunition, no serieal number, a small cube with something inside, a few torn and dirty pages with additional information on how to summon and defeat memetic weaponry, as well as some of the history behind them, and alos, why there is a serious chance of me killing a lot of people with this. And a bloody scarf, the same one from a certain video. I have an abysmal feeling about this.
The ritual essentially say something about beings that exist as thoughts, and that cannot manifest in this universe yet and need to create memes to eventually inhabit bastardized tulpas or similar creations, or through some odd ritual take control of a person directly. Apparently this would empower said being. I don't know whats worse, having to deal with a powerful ancinet god or deity that I might accidentally unleash upon a world rife with memes that can be weaponized, such as the seedeater, slenderman and the rake and zombies and all kinds of nasty things invented on the internet. I really don't want to think about that or. Or having to deal with waking up with blue hair and red eyes. Yup, shapeshifting. F*ck.
Why can't I ever just have one major problem to deal with.
Argh, stay tuned, and if the ritual fails, I will tweet some information ASAP
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