Eatingjoy
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Good day/night.
Let me introduce myself. I am a new member, eatingjoy. I worship the allfather.
You call him lucifer, or satan. I think it is the same thing. Since I see alot of things I resonate with here.
Let me share with you what pulled me on my path.
I was drawn to this path by a dream.
When I had this dream, I immediately woke up afterwards. Wrote it down as fast as I could. And over the course of the day, I wrote in the details of it. I filled it out.
Then later, corrected the structure and grammar, so it would be more readable for others. So that I can share it. It describes my relation with the allfather. Anyway, here it is.
The dream
I dreamt that I was driving with my father to the center of town. In a back alley, we met some of his old friends. Tough, smart criminals who had survived outside the grasp of the state. My father approached one of them while I observed, feeling both anxious and eager to learn from wiser men. I tried to join the conversation, but my words received little response or attention; they were mostly focused on each other. In the dream, I asked about money and the different ways these men had made it. I asked if they stole cars and how they managed to fence them. But the man I spoke to only gave me a stern, unreadable look and said: "Look for strangers coming into town. The ones no one has seen before, dressed in fancy clothes, driving fancy cars."
I wasn't sure what he meant. Was he suggesting that these newcomers were likely fencers? Or was he implying they were the best targets?
I didn’t know, but I suspected he either expected me to already understand or that he was simply too cautious to reveal anything incriminating. Regardless, he didn’t seem pleased with my questions. Later, we drove to an old nightclub. Still popular despite its age. My father and his friend went in first, laughing and drinking. I followed but was momentarily stopped at the entrance while I searched for my ID. The security guard barely glanced at me before waving me inside impatiently.
"Just go in, it’s all good."
Inside, the music was loud, people were dancing, but as usual, I didn’t feel like drinking or moving to the beat. Instead, I started looking for my father and his friend. I assumed they had gone downstairs, so I followed. I discovered a sealed-off section of the club in the cellar, where the atmosphere was quieter, heavier, more subdued. People weren’t dancing here; they were talking, drinking, observing. The place had a worn-down, almost abandoned feel. Damaged concrete walls, faded spray paint, a stark contrast to the upstairs, which, while not fancy, at least didn’t look this ruined .I scanned the room. A group of men sat with a prostitute, entertained by her presence. Others were locked in an intense conversation. I moved carefully around a corner and found my father and his friend meeting with the rest of their old gang. They were deep in discussion. I tried to join them, stepping forward. But they soon left, disappearing into a back hallway at the far end of the cellar. I followed and entered a side room. A moment later, my father came in after me, his fists clenched, his face rigid with anger. He took me by the throat and held me up towards the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded."I wanted to know what you guys were talking about," I replied. "I don’t see the point of coming here just to sit by myself."His expression darkened. "These are the last of my old friends. The rest are dead. These are rough people. Go drink and dance upstairs."Then I woke up.
I have pondered and wondered about the symbolism of my dream. It was such a powerful, and livid experience. The dream was stuck in my brain the entire day.
Here is what I have concluded.
The father was driving me to the centre of the town. He is steering me into a direction. He is guiding me. The town was my homeplace, it is what is familiar to me. What I know about life and existence.
The back alley symbolizes a less socially acceptable path. Something hidden away from mainstream wisdom/knowledge.
The tough and smart criminals are characters that represent wisdom and survival born from the unconventional. Free spirited that thrive on their own terms. They are their own masters.
Their attitude towards me reflects that they percieve me as unproven and have yet to show my worth. Their response about strangers could symbolize the need for discernment, vigilance, and understanding needed to thrive around certain people or situations. This must be earned, not given.
The comment about watching strangers his friend gave me, tells me that true power is not about just brute force. But about perception, awareness and strategic thinking. And that I would need all of these to meet my goals.
The night club has two levels.
The night club is a social construct. The club represents societal norms, distractions, and superficial pleasures. The music, dancing, and drinking embody societal escapism. It is the normal about civilization. They hide behind artificial constructs. Comfortable illusions rather than facing raw reality. That is the surface level. The illusions that keeps society functioning. Comfort, entertainment, and avoidance of the existential struggles.
The security guard let me in without checking my id. Its a sign that I have already the right to be there. Which reflects my internal readiness, that I don't need external validation to explore these realms.
I need no priest, no holy man. I don't need anyones permission. But that doesn't mean I am ready to face everything that is inside.
While downstairs; this lower level is more intimate, less glamorous, and raw. Symbolizing deeper truths or primal realities. However, it is decayed and harsh, indicating the harshness or danger of this deeper knowledge or reality. That those who reach it may become damaged by what they discover.
Their intense discussions, prostitution and raw interaction with each other symbolize a reality that is closer to the struggles and power at a price.
The truths are not pleasant. They are crude and violent, not for everyone. This is where civility deteriorate.
My father/allfather
Represents authority, experience and a connection to the past. His anger at my intrusion into his domain symbolize that according to him, I am not yet ready.
He shows me rough love, that this path it destroys people. It tears people down. This is not the way for a "comfortable" life. I will be tested and many have failed. They get torn down by life, and its challanges. My father clenches his fist around my throat. I think he wants me to fight him. That I have to beat him. He wants me to take my place. But warns me, and tells me to prepare accordingly. To be vigilant, perspicacious.
Let me introduce myself. I am a new member, eatingjoy. I worship the allfather.
You call him lucifer, or satan. I think it is the same thing. Since I see alot of things I resonate with here.
Let me share with you what pulled me on my path.
I was drawn to this path by a dream.
When I had this dream, I immediately woke up afterwards. Wrote it down as fast as I could. And over the course of the day, I wrote in the details of it. I filled it out.
Then later, corrected the structure and grammar, so it would be more readable for others. So that I can share it. It describes my relation with the allfather. Anyway, here it is.
The dream
I dreamt that I was driving with my father to the center of town. In a back alley, we met some of his old friends. Tough, smart criminals who had survived outside the grasp of the state. My father approached one of them while I observed, feeling both anxious and eager to learn from wiser men. I tried to join the conversation, but my words received little response or attention; they were mostly focused on each other. In the dream, I asked about money and the different ways these men had made it. I asked if they stole cars and how they managed to fence them. But the man I spoke to only gave me a stern, unreadable look and said: "Look for strangers coming into town. The ones no one has seen before, dressed in fancy clothes, driving fancy cars."
I wasn't sure what he meant. Was he suggesting that these newcomers were likely fencers? Or was he implying they were the best targets?
I didn’t know, but I suspected he either expected me to already understand or that he was simply too cautious to reveal anything incriminating. Regardless, he didn’t seem pleased with my questions. Later, we drove to an old nightclub. Still popular despite its age. My father and his friend went in first, laughing and drinking. I followed but was momentarily stopped at the entrance while I searched for my ID. The security guard barely glanced at me before waving me inside impatiently.
"Just go in, it’s all good."
Inside, the music was loud, people were dancing, but as usual, I didn’t feel like drinking or moving to the beat. Instead, I started looking for my father and his friend. I assumed they had gone downstairs, so I followed. I discovered a sealed-off section of the club in the cellar, where the atmosphere was quieter, heavier, more subdued. People weren’t dancing here; they were talking, drinking, observing. The place had a worn-down, almost abandoned feel. Damaged concrete walls, faded spray paint, a stark contrast to the upstairs, which, while not fancy, at least didn’t look this ruined .I scanned the room. A group of men sat with a prostitute, entertained by her presence. Others were locked in an intense conversation. I moved carefully around a corner and found my father and his friend meeting with the rest of their old gang. They were deep in discussion. I tried to join them, stepping forward. But they soon left, disappearing into a back hallway at the far end of the cellar. I followed and entered a side room. A moment later, my father came in after me, his fists clenched, his face rigid with anger. He took me by the throat and held me up towards the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded."I wanted to know what you guys were talking about," I replied. "I don’t see the point of coming here just to sit by myself."His expression darkened. "These are the last of my old friends. The rest are dead. These are rough people. Go drink and dance upstairs."Then I woke up.
I have pondered and wondered about the symbolism of my dream. It was such a powerful, and livid experience. The dream was stuck in my brain the entire day.
Here is what I have concluded.
The father was driving me to the centre of the town. He is steering me into a direction. He is guiding me. The town was my homeplace, it is what is familiar to me. What I know about life and existence.
The back alley symbolizes a less socially acceptable path. Something hidden away from mainstream wisdom/knowledge.
The tough and smart criminals are characters that represent wisdom and survival born from the unconventional. Free spirited that thrive on their own terms. They are their own masters.
Their attitude towards me reflects that they percieve me as unproven and have yet to show my worth. Their response about strangers could symbolize the need for discernment, vigilance, and understanding needed to thrive around certain people or situations. This must be earned, not given.
The comment about watching strangers his friend gave me, tells me that true power is not about just brute force. But about perception, awareness and strategic thinking. And that I would need all of these to meet my goals.
The night club has two levels.
The night club is a social construct. The club represents societal norms, distractions, and superficial pleasures. The music, dancing, and drinking embody societal escapism. It is the normal about civilization. They hide behind artificial constructs. Comfortable illusions rather than facing raw reality. That is the surface level. The illusions that keeps society functioning. Comfort, entertainment, and avoidance of the existential struggles.
The security guard let me in without checking my id. Its a sign that I have already the right to be there. Which reflects my internal readiness, that I don't need external validation to explore these realms.
I need no priest, no holy man. I don't need anyones permission. But that doesn't mean I am ready to face everything that is inside.
While downstairs; this lower level is more intimate, less glamorous, and raw. Symbolizing deeper truths or primal realities. However, it is decayed and harsh, indicating the harshness or danger of this deeper knowledge or reality. That those who reach it may become damaged by what they discover.
Their intense discussions, prostitution and raw interaction with each other symbolize a reality that is closer to the struggles and power at a price.
The truths are not pleasant. They are crude and violent, not for everyone. This is where civility deteriorate.
My father/allfather
Represents authority, experience and a connection to the past. His anger at my intrusion into his domain symbolize that according to him, I am not yet ready.
He shows me rough love, that this path it destroys people. It tears people down. This is not the way for a "comfortable" life. I will be tested and many have failed. They get torn down by life, and its challanges. My father clenches his fist around my throat. I think he wants me to fight him. That I have to beat him. He wants me to take my place. But warns me, and tells me to prepare accordingly. To be vigilant, perspicacious.
