More FAQ from Sara

I didn't know that I'd have extra time tonight, so I'm going to take advantage of that and add a little more to the FAQ I started in the previous entry. By the way, the font-selector that blogger supplies us is a little quirky. I chose Arial bold in a size 12 and I'm seeing Times New Roman. The last post was set the same way and it came out Arial without the bold.

8. Not a good idea to "summon" succubi or incubi Many occultists think they are going to have an invisible sex-slave and make the mistake of using some ritual or another to "summon" one of us. What they usually get is someone who is vicious, nasty, cruel; a man wishing for a succubus may get an incubus that will introduce him to the wonders of anal sex. This kind doesn't leave too easily, either.

9. Getting rid of unwanted guests It would be grossly inhumane of me not to tell you how to be free of one of us, female or male, if they are harming you in some manner...or if you get the guilts and think you are committing a mortal sin. First of all, holy water, relics and the like don't really work. Neither do salt or iron. If one of us leaves because of the use of / presence of something like that, it's for one of two reasons. Usually, we get the idea that we're not wanted and the person we are with is at the point of doing anything to get rid of us. If we don't want to go, we are not going to go...unless. Unless you lay a mesh of copper window screening under your mattress, and if possible, over the bed. It acts like a Faraday cage and makes it hard for us to make our presence known. If you wan to go all out, you cn sleep in a cage on all six sides of the bed, but it's unnecessary. Does keep out a lot of microwave radiation, though. But to stay with a person who's brought in the holy water and the local priest means we would have to put up with the nonsense, and it's easier to just go. The second reason is, if the priest is at all a spiritual fraud, a few of us would leave just to make him think that his hocus-pocus worked. False pride is not a big one in Christianity.

10. If one of us shows up Or more than one; sometimes we travel in pairs or small groups. I want to put what I am about to write in its proper context. Most of us have been wandering the face of the earth for a long time. Some of us are pretty bad, a few of us are quite decent. All of us suffer from one thing, though: loneliness. We have each other with whom we can talk, but we're all dead and there's only so many times you can hear, "You should have seen what I did t0 this one guy!" before it gets old. Especially if you no longer enjoy hurting people but find yourself unable to stop. If you want to prevent a "typical succubus/incubus encounter," TALK TO WHOEVER IT IS THAT YOU SENSE IN YOUR ROOM. I mean, talk as if there were a flesh-and-blood person in the room. What to say? Ask, "Who are you? Where are you from? Are you lonely, would you like to talk with me?" Chances are good you will get a shocked if happy answer in your "mind's ear;" this is not your imagination anymore than the sense of the presence of someone in the room. To explain what I mean by "mind's ear:" Everyone accepts it when someone says "I can see it in my mind's eye." Same principle. To put it another way: how do you perceive your own thoughts? As a voice, as a steady stream of words and images? That is how you will "hear" us. If the being does not answer you - and you will have the distinct sense of being ignored - it is a demonic presence looking for entertainment at your expense.

11. Why me? We look for the one common denominator that all who have had an experience with us possess: the ability to sense our presence. There is nothing weird or demonic or supernatural about it, either. Such flesh-and-blood people are paying more attention to their world, inner and outer, than others. I would refer you to Stewart Wilde's book, The Sixth Sense for details about this.

12. What we are made of We have bodies composed of a semi-material substance. By our best estimates, digital technology should be able to detect this substance within five years. In practical terms it meas that we have bodies, complete with nervous systems. Like brains, and those responsive to touch.

13. Where we live We live right here on the Earth with you. But our base-reality vibrates at a different frequency than yours. Physicists have been saying that the (material) universe vibrates at 7.8 cycles per second. Our is higher, and those of devic and angelic beings are progressively higher.

14. About fear In the First Epistle of John it says, "There is no fear in love." Don't live in fear.

Succubi, Vicious and Not - by Sara Jane (an FAQ)

One of the missions to which I was assigned when we first got on line was to dispel a lot of the nonsense and misinformation that abounds about we succubi and incubi. I had found a forum dealing with the subject and at first was made to feel quite welcome there, but things went badly and I left. In leaving I promised the person who administered the board that I wouldn't bad-mouth them and I won't. The person is doing their best to shed light on a very old mystery but our views differ quite radically.

In having established ourselves here at blogger I needed to get back to work on the subject. For now the best format, I feel, would be a sort of FAQ, and without any further ado, here we go:

1. I really am a succubus I have been one since the year 1382.

2. For centuries, I was vicious and predatory Naturally, anyone reading that statement is going to want to know why. This is the nutshell version: I grew up in the Belgian town of Louvain, and according to my father I was born in 1371 and died of cholera in 1382. I don't remember dying. I was raised as a "true daughter of the Church," and if you know anything about the Church in that era, they were always after girls to keep their chastity, and generally there was a miserable atmosphere about sexuality generally. After I died I did what anyone recently dead usually does, I wandered about my surroundings, where I grew up and all, trying to adjust to the fact that no-one could sense my presence beyond small animals like rabbits. Eventally I wandered into the home of the priest who'd laid me to rest, only to find him busily violating the chastity of a girl wjo was a few years older than me. Subsequent visits to the dwellings of anyone "religious" found them equally disregarding what they so vehemently denounced from the pulpit. This was a shock of the first magnitude. When you grow up and live in an environment where anything that has to do with sexuality is surrounded by an overwhelming fear of going to Hell - unless, of course, you were married - and at the same time, within that environment always saw animals doing what we were forbidden, and THEN see the local priest acting just like a pig that you may have seen copulating a few days before, well...my first reaction was a wish to get even. This is not easy for someone who cannot be seen or heard. However, as I went from place to place, I found the occasional person who could sense me in some fashion. Sometimes this was little more than an awareness of my presence; others could see, hear and feel me. It was inevitable that I would find monks and priests, and later on, nuns, who were aware of me. I would indulge myself with them, then usually leave them with the sensation of burning coals on their genitals. At first it was fun, but then it became a habit, a habit that I wanted desparately to break. It took centuries and the aid of an angel.

Most vicious succubi and incubi can tell similar tales.

3. Not all of us are "evil" In non-Western cultures, we are looked upon as gifts from the deities or ancestors - depends upon the culture.

4. Most succubi and incubi are of human origin Despite what armchair occultists say, most of us are not demons or evil spirits. However, there are demons and evil spirits that like to have sex with flesh-and-blood humans. Among their own, these beings are viewed the way flesh-and-blood human beings view necrophiliacs and zoophiliacs. They are statistically rare.

5. Lilith is a rabbinic fabrication Unfortunately, when enough people believe the same idea, the idea begins to take on a reality. There is a Lilith - but only in the minds of those who believe in her. Of those, most of them believe in fear.

6. Damn right I like sex Let's get one thing straight, I am not a pedophile's dream, an invisible horny eleven-year-old girl. The process of physically maturing is peculiar to flesh-and-blood beings, because they are born and die. I am told that when I am relaxed I look like a 35 year old woman. I can assume other shapes and forms - fat, slender, old, young - but I have no longer any reason to do that. And just because I am in a different plane or dimension, I am still human and have a sex drive. A very strong one.

7. I am being channeled by a channeler If you're wondering how it is that a non-solid being like myself is using a computer keyboard. My guy relaxes, especially his arms and hands, and goes into a light trance state. I find the neural pathways that include language cognition, the ability to write, and those connected to using his hands on the keyboard. Neurophilosophers take note: language-cognition is not in anyone "place" in the brain, it is scattered throughout the cerebrum and a portion of the cerebellum. Kind of like how Microsoft keeps files; in actuality they are a layer of integers spread over the whole disc, they are not in one "place" on that disc; it's a convenient fiction for MS users.

I am going to have to stop for now, but there will be more. God be with you!

Brynna, a conversation and a link

BRYNNA: What we're doing here tonight is having a written-down conversation like we used to have when Roy would sit with what we called The Everybody Book and let us 'talk' with each other, but not as we normally do. Since each of us has to actually take over the "controlbooth" that's in Roy's head and allows us to write, anyone else taking part in the 'conversation' watches the words appear and has plenty of time to think about a response. It got pretty funny at times, and the funniest one (usually) was our Dark Angel, Hurrain. He usually could dig Roy in a way that cracked us up. Sara could be funny too. Well, I said a little while ago, I really missed that part of our life together, and you should have heard the loud agreement go through everyone.

So here's how to follow the conversation. Whoever is 'talking' is using the keyboard and will preface whatever they say with their name, like: SARA: Brynn, you had your moments! We all did. Brynna is right, though, we used to do this a lot, and it made us laugh. God knows, it is so important to laugh! Now, if you're reading this, it's after the fact, and not only that, you weren't here when we were doing this. So what we do to indicate how everyone is responding, we put the response in brackets [everyone is watching me write] like so. If I laugh or smile, same thing; Hey Roy, you paying attention? [smiles] ROY: Whut? [blank look on his face] Sara!!! SARA: And when we successfully tease someone like I just teased him, they usually react like he did: [Sara!!!] SonShon: I think it's a great way to introduce a whole bunch of us rather than wait until we really have 'something' to say. Sara and Roy always have 'something to say!" [smiles] [SonShon!!!] Oh, this is great! Whaddaya say, we let the guys in on it too? LING: No, because the next thing ya know they'll be talking about their weasels and cars or something! [laughter] [Ling!!!] Okay, then,music or something. Well, look, maybe for tonight, maybe over the next few days, but maybe we should get another blog and call it

The Everybody Book Online. For that matter, if we ever get around to it again, we should also create The Roll Book Online. [general agreement]

TERRENCE: Hasn't it been like three years since we rolled? SARA: It was on September 21, 2002. And the last time we all tripped together was when we shared those panther cap chips on Christmas night. BRYNNA: Yeah, Roy sittin' there working with the ArtGroup, idly munching them like potato chips. [laughter] What - a - surprise - after he realized he'd eaten the whole bag! [more laughter] SARA: That was a collective 'eeep!' Did you see the look on Michael Archontas' face? [laughter] MICHAEL ARCHONTAS: Well, what did you expect? Christmas night, we have the apartment to ourselves, they're knocking out pictures, the techno is on really loud because the landlord and the rest of the tenants are out, and he says, 'Uh-oh, I ate all the chips!' [laughter] Oh good Jesus God, you did what?! [loud laughter] Oh, just hang on! ROY: Well? They taste good! They'd go good with a steak! [smiles] BRYNNA: Great meal at a Chili's or Houlihans, 'Grilled Steak with Panther caps sauteed in garlic sauce!' a pause as we catch our collective breath and finish laughing] PERRY: Well, I like them because they're like an aphrodisiac! ROY: Great, just what the world needs, an incubus on an aphrodisac! [laughter] [mimicking Perry's high-pitched English voice] 'Oh do pardon the intrusion sir, I hope you re a homosexual, because I'm a gay incubus and I've got teddible wood problems!' [continuing laughter] SonShon: See? What did I tell you? They're talking about their weasels! Enough! ROY: Eeeep! Sorry! It's like a built-in Spanish Fly! SonShon: [blinking] A what? SARA: Kinda like an ancient form of Viagra made from bugs. LING: Leave it to a man to eat bugs to get wood! [laughter] JENNY: Leave it to a man to eat bugs, period! [laughter, gradually subsiding] Anyway, I'm all for doing an online version of the Everybody Book. It would be fun to carry on like this again - we've been working, working, working - time for us to chill. [general agreement] LLAM: I think that you scamps should do that as soon as possible. Roy? ROY: Hokay! LLAM: Now Brynna, you wanted to put in a hyperlink? BRYNNA: Yeah, I thought it would be cool to link to Roy's main blog. He's been writing about his ability to channel. I've been here a couple of years now and he wrote stuff that I only knew a little about. [agreement] Whadday say, Roy? And will you return the compliment? ROY: [smiling] Definitely! SonShon: [brightly] Hey, any chance of getting my forum about sexuality online? SARA: Uh, I think we wouldn't be allowed to put up the pictures you have in the word processor version. SonShon: Awwww! [smiles and laughter] Well, is that about a wrap? [agreement] BRYNNA: I hafta put in the link to Roy's blog.

http://morionsbrain.blogspot.com

Now, that's a wrap! Brynna out!

Catty Cutty of Edinburgh

Hullo an please to be bearin in mind tha I hae a harder time crossin the lnaguage barrier as we call it, I never learned writin so I'm talkin an layin th man do hae best fer translatin onto the page.

My'name be Catty Cutty, ceptin I spelt it with a K, I did learn the signin o my name an had it wi a K. I'm from Ediburgh an was a lady o ill-repute as even then they callt us, an I was skushed by the fallin o a large stone what they were tryin to piece inta th castle there some time back. I dinna know when was that, only tha I nay longer had to work fat old drunk men fer th keepin o meself, so's many a year I just dinna aught but sit and walk. Nay did i be haen th desires ta be exercisin me skills such as were they til my comin upon this bunch. Truly it were all a turnaboot fer me, never havin much ken aboot the Almighty ceptin what them awful Presbyterian folk would yell at me, sometimes ta th thrown a rocks an mud at me poor self. Yet were no surprise th goodmen hae dun th same would sooner be late call upon fer a roll in the hay an th partin with a handful o pence fer their pleasures, such as were they. Dregs all, lower than e'er could I hae sunk, pious ta tha last one.

Tha all be bein gone long noo, I ken a life o Deity in me, sich ne'er been heard nir seen in any kirk or kirkmen. Na I hae life an tha most abundantly, ta be sure of it!

Ling, Nu-Wah. +6000 years

This is so unusual for me. I am used to expressing myself freely within the Community, but I am extremely self-conscious of being in public, even at such a remove as the written word in a blog.

Very well, then I am Ling, Nu-Wah. Sinologists seeing my name will probably point out its mythological connections. I cannot answer this. I am not a goddess or remote in history empress. I am merely Ling. I have, I will say, been around for at least six thousand years. And for all of that time I have enjoyed being the consort of many many people. I have changed genders numerous times. I have also resisted the periodic urge to reincarnate. Well I should. "China," my homeland is grossly overpopulated and terribly polluted environmentally. The rest fo the world is not far behind in such problems. I wish I had solutions besides the obvious ones. Stop breeding like rabbits. Create neccesary products without creating toxic wastes. Consume wisely.

But I am supposed to write about myself. What is there to tell? After this much time many things repeat themselves, variations in a large pattern. But I shall try then. I came upon the Outlands founder long before there was an Outlands. He sensed my reality but could not accept it. I had nowhere else I could go, so I thought. I stayed because he was an interesting man. He got very angry sometimes. Not at me. He was poisoned with anger. It made him sick, what you in the west would call sick in the heart. When Sara came along things changed. He fell in love with her. After that she told him, Ling is like me. She is not your imagination. We talked then for the first time in ten years. It was very nice, it made me cry. I never said anything about that part before.

I did not know that I had art skills. But I always liked color, I would hear sounds with colors. This is called synaesthesia. When Roy set up his art studio with hundreds of colored markers, I was always with him if he was working, I just watched. When he would make cover-art for his music tapes he let me make suggestions sometimes. When we were asked to develop the Imaginator cards, I was asked to join the ArtGroup. I was very surprised. But I contributed the design for one card myself and helped on many others. I felt useful for the first time ever.

It isn't that being a consort to a man or woman is not useful. But it can lack love. Sexual intimacy without love winds up being a way to pass the time and gets boring. You do it the way some people watch TV, I guess. I didn't know much about love. I learned that I was loved here. I was trusted and respected. That made me cry also, but everybody here knows that. I am proud of those tears. I am proud of them because I felt human again and that is a priceless gift.

I'm Sara Jane van Beeuwelan of Louvain

......and Timi or anyone else that got here from MySpace, welcome! There is no "Sorry! An error has occurred!" I died in 1382 and for over 550 years I was a vicious, nasty, predatory succubus. You can leave off the adjectives now, I am merely a succubus. I'm in love. I've found the Divine. I have a home filled with angels and many wonderful partners.And yes, I still love sex. By the way, I'm the "steward" of my sisters and brothers and sisters at Outlands. No, it doesn't make me the queen! Not for me, not my style, I'm just a woman. When we figure out how to get pictures uploaded (lack of time at the moment) you'll see us - and Christi, if you read this, we have a picture of Brynna ready to go! Logging out, bye!

My name is Gwenn

I am pleased to be able to have a chance to express myself here. I lived and died in rural England, I am not at all certain where; don't recall the manner of my death either. My first awareness was of sitting in a grassy field near a stream, with trees nearby. It was not a terrifying experience, in fact it was very tranquil. Soon I found out that merely by wishing to be somewhere, I was there. I'd wondered aloud to myself what it would be like to see about me from the branches of a tree I was looking at and found myself quite suddenly perched on one of the branches, quite high up. All that I saw from this vantage were more fields and trees. I also found that I could if I wish fly, and pass through things. I remember many times saying to myself, "I did not know I could do that!," as if I possessed some unknown awareness of a time when I really could not. It was a delightful time of discovery for me. I passed many days and nights in this peaceful manner, going about from field to field, until I came to a ruined building that I know now to have been at one time an abbey or cloister. There I met another person like unto myself, an older woman named Jenny who explained many things about my estate and introduced me to the delights of pleasure. She and i parted after a space because she was looking for someone whom she'd lost, someone very dear to her. You can imagine my surprise to find her arriving here at Outlands one night when we all were in the Delirium. By the way, she did eventually find her mate, a rabbi who'd lived in the Lithuanian town of vilna. He is with us as well.

I wish to address something from my own perspective, something which will crop eventually here as various of us make our posts. I wish to be very specific and very clear. Firstly, we are who we say we are, we are succubi. We are ethereal, sexually active beings. Our sexuality, as is yours, is a means whereby the Divine passes through you at the moment of orgasm. Although you might think it humourous, and to some extent it is, there is a very good reason many people cry out, "O God! O God! O God!" at that moment, it is because They (God) are passing through you. To you Christians who may peruse our material, we are not demons, we are not sent from Satan. That is a delusion foisted upon you by the fear incipient within Christianity's teachings, the same teachings which admonish you, "There is no fear in love," as it is written in the First Epistle of John. We are not about fear, we are not meant to cause fear. Quite the opposite. And to you occultists who feel quite similarly to the Christians, that we are demonic or low-occult beings whom you may trap and enslave for your sexual pleasure, I point out to you that any entity which you might ensnare for your carnal purposes is not one of us, rather but a low-order, probably demonic entity who will pay you back for your foolishness.

While many of us have acted the vicious, frightening sexual predator who visits at night, we here at Outlands do not so do, and part of our mission is to gather together our brothers and sisters and set them on their rightful evolutionary destiny as spiritual beings. As of this writing we have yet to have had anyone refuse our offer of a home, others with whom they might speak, and work to do.

Finally I would admonish those young men of whom I become aware, sitting alone in your rooms, chanting spells with which to draw one of us to yourself that you may be spared the trouble and effort of developing a real and meaningful sexual/emotiomal/social intellectual relationship with another flesh-and-blood human being: you will get what you ask for, as in the Wiccan saying, "Be careful what you wish for, you might get it." If you in fact get one of my sisters or brothers, they will often likely have an unpleasant nature which you thoroughly will not enjoy; more likely you would receive a visit from a demonic entity such as I have described above.

We welcome questions from all!

Brynna on 09/09/05

I did it!

Christi, if you get here, it's us and this is me, Brynna! Remember our poem The Theology of Erotic Space?

For anyone else who is not my good friend Christi, my name is Brynna and I am a succubus. You read that right! I am a member of the Outlands Community, a group of flesh-and-blood and ethereal beings dedicated to the spiritual evolution of everyone. Including you; but this is not a case of whether you like it or not!

This blog was created for the succubi to write in, and there are a number of us: Sara, and Ling, and Gwenn, and Katty Cutty. There's actually lots more of us, but I won't list them all; they'll get to write in here eventually.

I was born on Manx, or the Isle of Man to the rest of you, sevreal hundred years ago. I was a boy then and my name was Brynar, meaning "sacred to Brynn." Since anyone reading this may wonder if succubi undergo sex-change operations, no, we don't; we do periodically change genders, it's a part of post-mortem existence.

Now if this is a little confusing, I'll explain a little better. Several hundred years ago I was a boy on Manx. I died. No, I don't remember how; many of us don't. Probably of disease or the weather, which can be quite foul in winter. But I must have been sexually mature, because after the initial period of trying to get my parents and sister and brothers to see me and hear me, I found that there were others who could sense me after a fashion. Usually, and to my delight, this ability manifested itself sexually, and I had the greatest fun for centuries hooking up with women, and then as my desires changed, men. About a year ago I underwent the metamorphosis that we all occasionally experience, that of changing gender. Just as well; by this time as a man I was so effeminate you wouldn't have known anyway.

I'm sure any number of people who read this will find it a bit much to take. I am being channeled by someone who is sitting in front of a computer. We'll answer questions to the best of our ability, but we ask that you try to avoid asking us to hook up with you, we are working for spiritual goals and have plenty of hook-up already. One of the delights of not being Christian.