Invisible Sex Maniacs Inc.

2009-06-21T09:17:00.001-07:00

The following propositions are an outgrowth of something I'm writing. They are meant to be stimuli for your thoughts. Are they true? What if they are?

1. Civilization is a mistake.
2. Culture is an even worse mistake.
3. Giving another person authority over our selves is a mistake.
4. Writing allows us to lie. So does speech.
5. We ignore our emotions, feelings and intuitions to our great peril.
6. Our dreams are as real as waking reality.
7. Our natural condition as animals is not fear-filled and violent. These are learned behaviors.
8. We each of us is/are the God most people think is lording it over us.
9. There is no Devil and there is no Hell.
10. There is an afterlife and it is nothing to be feared. It's a continuation of our mortality, just in an expanded and unobstructed reality.
11. Apocalypse is every day.
12. There is no fear in love.

If you take anything with you from these propositions, take # 12.

Roy

2009-01-06T20:56:00.000-08:00

I am asking anyone across the world who reads the following to copy it and to send it to your government officials (if possible) and to the United Nations Security Council.

Be it resolved that the mixing of Church and State has caused untold human suffering for centuries, we propose that the governments of the world rid themselves of any and all theocratic encumbrances.

1. That no nation's constitution, articles of confederation or other document of national law and purpose be based upon any religious book or religious tradition.

2. That no nation will allow a cleric to hold office within its government.

3. That a nation's laws shall be based upon humanitarian principles which would ensure adequate food, housing, education and medical care for its citizens, instead of the dictates of a religious authority.

4. That all religious organizations shall be fairly taxed as any business enterprise might be taxed, and that the same penalties for failure to pay said taxes be enforced with the same rigor as it is upon individuals and businesses who fail to pay their taxes.

5. That all missionary enterprises be halted worldwide

After the journey...

2008-03-20T12:07:00.000-07:00

We had a marvelous time on our March 7th journey, we were in the Outlands for an incredible amount of time and Roy kept going at Old Sparky with Jackie and Shanoxilt for hours, it was just fantastic. It was a great way to celebrate getting over our burnout, and we are indeed over it. Ling is planning some new work after ages, I mean hand-drawn art! She, Roy and some of the others have been learning some of the art apps we've had for a long time, GIMP, PhotoScape, PaintStar, they're just fabulous once you get the hang of them. We've even been using Windows Paint in ways we haven't tried before.

The most important thing we came back with was an earth-shattering announcment by Dioth and that was that we had begun the reversal of the amount of fear in the world. Right now for you mortal folks fear is the dominant theme, but we seem to have changed something according to Big D. He said that "fear is the natural backdrop against which love might shine." Or something similar.

New music and maybe a new us

2008-03-05T10:23:00.000-08:00

I can never remember from board to board, text-editor to text-editor how the fonts look so I'm just goin with the flow today. I must say it is good to be out of the cloud of burnout, I'm making music with Roy starting today. It's a new project and it's for somebody - can't say who - ha-haaa! - but it's a lot of fun, we actually dragged Irlene back up here to listen to one piece to see if she thought it related to dolphins in any way and she said, "Nawp, but it sher done sound like water music t'me!" so Roy promptly named it "Share Water With Me." Anybody who knows how atonal our music can get, well, sur-PRIZE! this is different. I'm listening to it now, as a matter of fact, we did four songs in like two hours with Audacity - from scratch, mind you - and they're....just fun to listen to! We'd be making some more but SOMEBODY wants to take a break. I think I'll let him! :)

He's off and running!

2008-02-08T16:44:00.000-08:00

Well, Roy has his channeling bio in the works over at MSN Spaces. That is one messed up blog site! But the URL is

http://keepinitrational.spaces.live.com

and I must say that he's in rare form here. He's going to copy and save each entry in an .rtf file and delete republish as he goes along - allows for easier reading. Jesus, what a crazy life he's lead! His story about the first time he got high on weed is worth its weight in gold!

Back to blog basics

2008-02-07T15:31:00.000-08:00

I decided to make an entry simply for the sake of making an entry. Back in the day - like almpost three years ago - I'd set up this blog to write about this and that and have been sorta sidetracked. I'm feeling better and have been laughing again, although I could wish that Roy had three nights off in a row again.

I actually have a lot that I could write about, to put it another way, I could have been writing about stuff but just didn't. If you've ever played with Windows Movie Maker - which means having an argument with it somewhere along the line - you can easily spend five hours making a ten minute clip and not be happy with the result. To a lesser degree the same could be said for Audacity; if you're trying to pimp up an audio track from YouTube, it's terrific, but creating something from scratch is another story. I watched as Roy put together a sound collage this morning, but I don't wanna know nothing about music, art or video for a long while. I've published my book "the Living Things" and I have my favorite vids that I made at YouTube, so I'm happy. Funny thing, the one vid that we keep getting comments on is one I did over of Ronald Reagan warning people about the coming of the Outlands Community! Sample: "Is this for real? What is he talking about?" Yeah, it's as real as Roy doing Reagan's voice!

Enough is enough - for now

2008-01-16T22:30:00.000-08:00

So I'm back after a several month absence. We have been burning ourselves up doing art, music and video and we're all thoroughly sick of it. In two years time we've done enough art to last several lifetimes; since we got the Audacity software last summer we've created over eight new CDs of our music as well as having edited hundreds of others we've gotten from various places. I'm supposedly the "software manager" for the Community, supposed to download, install and try new and different apps, but that has just gotten away from me. I did try dozens of new things, some are pretty cool - if you have a Linux OS I can make some recommendations for you, but if you are running Linux you probably scour www.sourceforge.net on a regular basis anyway. Cool place, that, and they do have stuff for Windows.

In relation to that, Old Sparky got eaten again, so now we are running on Old Sparky 8. I can't believe we've gone through eight computers. Well, it's been two actual physical PCs, but they've had their share of viruses and fatal crashes, the latest was a week ago when we had to do a reformatt. All of the art and stuff got saved but the software all went buh-bye. And I think that that was what caused us to say, "enough." Roy and Llam were supposed to continue a conversation at our website in their blog but rebuilding Humpty Dumpty took eleven hours, Roy was really tired when it happened and couldn't stay away from it until it was done. Workaholic.

So we've cut our projects down to the bone. Roy is doing some writing and set himself up with a new blog over at MSN spaces, seeing as how they probably lost or deleted the one he'd had. That was a shame as he had a huge list of books there, now has to do it over again. M

Me, I wanna go to a park later.

What if?

2007-06-08T09:31:00.000-07:00

John Lennon stopped by the Outlands Home here in Clifton today; Roy channeled something from him and he asked us to post it everywhere we are on the Internet:

What if you woke up one morning and you were the other gender?What if you found a million dollars on the side of the road?What if you found yourself inexplicably in another country?What if someone came up to you and acted like they'd known you all of your life but you had absolutely no clue as to who they are?What if the countries of the world decided to end war and feed the poor?What if there were no more oil tomorrow?What if you found yourself with three children that you did not have yesterday?What if someone started making fun of you in front of other people?What if you found you could never get enough Stuff?What if no-one sold or used crack any more?What if parents stopped slapping, beating and raping their children?What if the media started telling the truth about everything going on?What if the kids in your school were kind to each other?What if your ministers, imams, rabbis, gurus and priests said "I don't know?"What if the Devil and Jesus appeared together on TV like good buddies?What if the Pope asked the Dalai Lama to marry him?What if the Dalai Lama did?What if the UN decided they'd enough of the USA's imperialism and took over?What if alcoholics found themselves free of their chains?What if everyone on the planet shared what they have with each other?What if we all decided to take off for the day?What if every bully on the planet stepped in a dog turd and didn't know it?What if a cancer cure was announced today?What if everyone suddenly had a great sense of humor?What if the guys in the saucers landed and went on worldwide TV?What if you think about this stuff for a little while and humor an old man who thinks of things like this constantly? What if it expands your imagination and your sense of humor? What if you find out that this is EXACTLY how to transform your life and your world for the better? Imagine!John Lennon did. And he asked me to post this at our various places on the Interent - yeah, he stopped by for a short visit and I channeled him. Jeezo - what if I'm not kidding?

2007-04-06T11:47:00.000-07:00

One of the things that we'd like to try as an extension of the Telepathy Experiment is to offer to pay you a visit as succubi. Wnat a visit from a succubus, but not be terrified out of your wits or molested? E-mail us at Sarastar2t2@yahoo.com!

Back with a grinning vengeance!

2007-04-04T16:04:00.000-07:00

Oh yeh, we are back alright!
As of today we are linked to Skyland, our website under development and we will put up the link in an entry real soon. This is part of a project of Shifa, who has been with us for a while but has been pretty quiet.....up until about a week ago. Quite the girl! She'd died in bergen-belsen when she was eleven but has been around the world a lot,sometimes being the playful (as opposed to predatory) succubus. And for any potential child-molesters, she is manifestas a beautiful woman in her late 20's - not the eleven year old girl she had been over 60 years ago.

There are "officially" twelve of us who will be posting here, lemme see if I can remember everyone. Carsie Carsons, Brynna, Mikei, Gracie Arhuus, Gwenny, Ling Nu-Wah, Irlene Davis, Morgana Le Fey, Dione, Eva Carr, Connie Munger and myself. Wowwww! I did it!

Sara Jane van Beeuwelan

Blackangel and more succubi stuff

2006-06-24T16:43:00.000-07:00

Well, here it is June 24 and I'm actually making an entry in here. It's not a case of "it's about time." We have a new succubus with us named Blackangel, only she is very different from any of us here. She was one of three personalities living in a woman named Dora Gern, and when Dora died, Blackangel found herself having survived Dora's passing. She became a predatory succucbus of the classical or stereotypical mold - then a week agoshe showed up at the Outlands Community, thinking it was all a sham of Roy's. Her arrival and involvement with Roy sexually changed her opinion somewhat. There is an incomplete conversation with her at Roy's Deviant Art page. But I thought I would ask Blackangel to leave a few comments here. All yours, hun!

Thank you Sara-baby! I have had to learn so much since I came to be with you. So much of the world I knew has begun to crumble and transform into a better, beautfiul place. I think I may be beginning to understand what love is. Really all I wish to say, if that's alright!

That's fine, sweetie. So here, in the middle of the Internet, hiding in plain sight, is a new entry of the Succubi Girls!

We are so safe

2006-05-13T20:48:00.000-07:00

Ohhh we all are goin strong tonight I feel like I' d have made it Joe's nightguy. I would like to go on an expedition to contact those like D or or Angel.

Some people who are either unwilling or unable to visit a doctor.....and suffering as they hope to "get by."

Prices will keep on rising as we attempt find our way through this world. ( honestly and with some truth )

Sign me out, please? I'm off to see him sweeper 9f c t 4dmv;

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Ohh shit! I just passed over MMM. She truly has a powerful energy field which /who ought to manifest a good thing for herself and the world. On the other hand I had been left in another dimension, Sharpened my obsevationability, trying to always looking for "new thing.

Well everyone, I'm totally bonkered! Seeeee youy lay-ter!!!!!

I suppose I should be bitching about viruses...

2006-02-03T08:05:00.000-08:00

But I'm not going to. We've had few, but we have the art of beating them down pretty much to a science. Hello everyone, this is Sara!

Roy has been taking me with him a lot lately because I can finally pry his ass away from this PC...which we've nicknamed "Old Sparky." Over at Deviant Art he makes like Old Sparky is a case of spontaneous AI. Very funny!

He started a new website which is just Paterson new Jersey in pictures, as is. Funny, I've been all over the place with him, but when we go on a photo-expedition, he's like a tour guide and I'm seeing a lot of thing about old p-Town I never noticed.

Spy Sherrif and UnSpyPC

2006-01-14T11:53:00.000-08:00

(Sara writing)

We lost most of yesterday because we visited some library site where those two bastard files were waiting, plus some toolbar. We got rid of them in a ten hour fight but managed to put a couple of holes in Windows again, now we can't put up a screensaver. Roy called the computer "Old Sparky" and I think the name is going to stick.

Should you ever have the misfortune, Spy Sherrif is NOT a free spyware download. Neither is UnSpy PC. Nor the toolbar that comes with both many times. If you get them DO NOT do the following:

DO NOT uninstall them. If you have a file shredder such as comes with CyberScrub Privacy Suite, or McAfee's Internet Suite, shred the whole program folder.

DO NOT follow instructions in screen balloons, like "favset.exe had an error and needs to close...send report / don't send / click here;" "Windows has determined you have no spyware, to remedy the situation click the ballooon;" and if you get the toolbar, DO NOT use it and DO NOT click "remove toolbar," the consequences of doing anything like this is you launch the whole thing. If you have System Restore on, shut it off and delete or shredd whatever is in the System Volume Information folder, a "hidden" folder you're not supposed to touch. Physically disconnect your tower from the Internet, whether Ether or DSL or dial-up, and uninstall your antivirus and antispyware IF you have the CD; they have been corrupted by the bugs also; once uninstalled, delete any reference to them in Application Data across the "users" folders, then re-install them. Let them run, then take your machine to the shop.

Our website!

2006-01-09T09:37:00.000-08:00

(Sara writing)

Yes, yes it's true! We have a website now!

http://redeyeguy.mosaicglobe.com

and my darlin Roy Waidler, the guy in the channeler's chair, has quite a thing going on at DeviantArt:

http://amanitagemini.deviantart.com

We have all of us contributed to the website, and think that the name - 'The Outlands Community Space Terminal' - is quite apt.

It's Sara again!

2005-12-20T14:20:00.000-08:00

What the hell am I doing here? Now I know how solid people feel when they're bonked and go into the kitchen to get something to eat and forget why they're there. Well, here I am. I know that there's no food in this blog; it doesn't have a refrigerator or shelves, so...what is it I'm here for? Oh, I look in the mirror...jeez, my hair's a mess. And there's cookie crumbs on the floor! Irlene! [IRLENE] Waot? SARA: Were you eating cookie in the blog again? {Nawp, tain't me, sugar. Ain't o cookies in this here blog anyhow.} Oh yeh. Well, as lonng as the blog doesn't get ants. [LING] Hey, can we hang curtains in here?

Huffin an a puffin, by Sara Jane

2005-12-20T06:58:00.000-08:00

So here I am and it is close to Yuletid, yes Yuletide, fergetXmas. It's not at all Xnassy around here, I mean we are not buried in snow. Roy went and got us several new blogs, kinda sort of as reserve, like, sonShon has one, and he himself is putting his "An Ecstatic Tale" into his private onliner. Very skillfully told story that assumes nothing and reveals little, just two people alone in a vacuum-world and learning to trust each other.

I just wanted to poke my head in here and say high, we have been enjoying a Surprise Xmas gift from his daughter and really have had little inclination to do such bothersome things as posting in blogs.

But the other night, it was kinda funny...in retrospect. When we go to sleep for the longest stretch he usually sets the CyberScrub going to clean up all the day's leftover files and internet visits, and this can take several hours. Well, we're asleep and he wakes up to go pee, gets back into bed and is settling in. We can hear the computer from where we lay, you know, the hardrive and the fan. As he's drifitng off the whirring noise it makes gets louder and lower, the suddenly stops dead. We sat bolt upright; did the hardrdive suddenly fry? Has the fan motor sizzled? Turns out it was the heat making a purring noise a little louder than and very similar to the one the tower makes, in other words, no problem at all!

I don't want to call this post anything - by Sara

2005-11-30T19:10:00.000-08:00

I really don't either, I think that may be a small difference between Roy and I - in his blog's format there is no blog-title space. I'm glad he's past the vicodin, what horrible shit! How people get addicted to it? But I never understood why he drank, either, it really made him unhappy, during and after. The only thing to which I guess you can remain "addicted" after you die is sex, but I think that I've made it pretty plain what a two-edged sword that can be.

By the way, Naseni, you've found the right place!

I've been pretty quiet these last few days, between the vicodin and the ArtGroup working full-tilt on the PT. I maybe needed a rest anyway. I was pretty pissed off about losing all the stuff on the external hardrive and was probably the one with the biggest mouth about keeping everything online or on disc - I mean, why worry about how many gigs the hardrive has when the internet has unlimited storage-space? And while I appreciate the Community's concern about Blogger or GetABlog deleting sexual material, it should just be a matter of finding a blog-service that doesn't have adult content portions in the EULA. They gotta be out there. And that's another thing, having a file full of erotic photos in the computer is okay, but so many porn-sites are crawling with viruses and trojans, plus the file-maintenance involved is just too much fucking trouble.

Hmm, looks like this could have been another ''Succubus Grumps'' entry!

The one cool thing was, the day that the external hardrive crashed the ArtGroup had spent all day working on the member's pictures, and only the thumbs survived, but they too are online at Roy's MSN blog, and Stro put a few up on his. So I think the idea - wasn't mine, it was actually Terrence's - is already paying off. Plus there are thirty pages of the PT online at DEVIANTart.
Lastly my old bear got that damned cast off and he's in much better shape. Especially without that hideous vicodin. Sara Jane out!

Jenny Hensen speaks!...or writes!

2005-11-13T20:36:00.000-08:00

Yes, I decided to have a little say!
Like many members I am unknown outside of the Community, or practically so. Yet I am literally the oldest succubus here if you are going by how long I have been in this dimension. I lived and died in Karelia some 6000 - 7000 years ago. I was never a predatory being, I would look for men and women who would enjoy my company, stay for a bit and moved on. It never occured to any of them to make friends, they just wanted sex. However, some time in the 1500's as you measure time, I took up with a Kabbalist rabbi named Eliezar, and he...he was my friend and mate. He lived in Vilna, in Lithuania. The church was not kind to the Jews and made their life miserable; they weren't kind to succubi either, and I was booted from my rabbi's digs by a particularly nasty Prussian exorcist; by the time I got back, my poor Eliezar was dead...and missing. I thought it was a great tragedy, well, damn it, it was. So I wandered...and centuries later wandered into a small bedroom where there were several other incubi and succubi who were gathered around a man who was full of something called ecstasy. Oh, I thought, I like THIS bunch! So I stayed, contributing work to the Community's first attempt at their book, PRAYER, making entries in the Everybody Book, and occasionally enjoying one hell of a shagging with Roy. And there was always acid or ecstasy. That whole era was a lot of fun! Then we started discussing our spiritual purpose, our universal desire to know the Deity. Next thing ya know, the place is full of angels and shock of my long life - they found Rabbi Eliezar! What more could I want?

Eight years of being together - Sara and Roy!

2005-11-04T10:35:00.000-08:00

I don't experience time the way you flesh-and-blood folks do, but I've gotten an inkling since I met Roy eight years ago today. It seems like those eight years, in the subjective sense of my memory, are much fuller and have greater reality than the six hundred years preceding them. It is like being a flesh-and-blood person without the flesh and the blood. Never understood that, by the way; English has that expression, "flesh-and blood," but shouldn't it also include "bone?" A human being who has flesh and blood will have some difficulty without bone! That's probably why we ethereals prefer "solid" (singular) when referring to you guys. It defines both of our realms in terms that both of us can understand.

Mind, we do have a kind of solidity. It is much more rarefied than that which the solid dimensions normally experience. I suppose the closest a solid person can come to experiencing our corporeality is when they feel the wind. You can't see the wind, but it can be felt and its effects observed. We can be felt, and our effects can be observed. I say this last with a grin because we succubi and incubi are sexual beings and anyone who has had experience with us can testify as to our umm presence and abilities.

And ohhh do I remember that morning! Roy's gotten to tell his side over at Morion, but I am going to tell mine. After the first few moments when I was in his truck he explained that he concentrated so fully on what he was doing that he would probably be oblivious to me. As I had seen numerous people engaged upon tasks over the years get so completely absorbed in them, I understood. He got completely wrapped up in his work - about which I comprehended nothing at the time - and for a while I thought he forgot about me. But he was in a trance-like state, which he often gets into for numerous things. (like me posting on this blog, for example) I went home with him (he was unaware of me)...okay; okay; now how this will publish, I don't know; I selected "Arial Bold" as my font and the whole while I've been writing it has been showing up on the composing screen as Times New Roman Bold; and now has suddenly switched to Times New Roman, not bold. We'll see how it posts. It's a fault we've all experienced when using Blogger. Anyaway, I was saying: He checked on his birds and was unaware of me, made some coffee and went into his room. I wandered around his house for a bit, wondering how it was one person could occupy so much space - and there were books everywhere. Then I went into the basement where he slept. I was startled to sense the presence of all kinds of beings there, but the most prominent was Michael Archontas, who lived right outside of Roy's room. Mike smiled and said, "Hiya, toots! Welcome to the crazy-house!" Then he looked me over and said, "Ohh, I think he's gonna like you!" As he spoke I felt Roy's awareness come through the walls and he invited me in.

He lay there smiling and looking right at me! He not only was aware of me, he knew that I was a succubus! What a fucking shock! We fell to the most passionate lovemaking I'd ever experienced, and I do not mean just fucking. I was delirious. Well, we both exhausted ourselves and I figured he would just kick me out or ignore me. Men do go to sleep when they're satiated. Not him. He asks me, "Where are you from? Tell me about yourself." No-one had ever done that before; I had in the best of circumstances been treated like so much ethereal hair around a hole, and was not at all prepared for questions - no less his questions. Without thinking I told him about my life, much more than I might have ever told anyone. But tell him I did.

By four in the afternoon he had been up for roughly twenty-six hours and I could see that he was getting groggy. For that matter, I was getting groggy simply because I had not had so much continuous contact - sexually and socially - since I had died. I slept for something like eighteen or twenty hours and woke only when he came home again the next morning. Then it was another passionate intimacy which lasted...very long.

It took some time for me to stop sleeping for so long, but as I emerged from that state I found that I was in love with him. Shock number 3014. I'm what?! Yeah, in love. That was, in understatement, a new one for me. He was obviously in love with me. The improbable became quite real. Our thoughts and feelings were open to each other and this became upsetting at times. Although he was / is not a Christian, he had plenty of Christian baggage, one item of which lurked in the back of his mind wondering if I was a demon sent from Satan. Maybe I should have been angered by the idea, but I'd heard it so much over the centuries that it did not surprise me that this extraordinary man harbored the notion. Time has proven otherwise to him. And to myself as well! We exchanged vows in April of 1998, as in, we married. This with a guy who would get red-eyed and snorting if you brought up marriage as a conversation topic! But we have no property to share and argue over, we can't really hide anything from each other, we have too much fun and just are involved so much. We do need breaks on occasion; I will get distracted by the women and men here, he'll do the same...but the bond is solid. God in Their mercy grant you as much!

(and I am dyin' to see what font this publishes in, I am not changing it) Sara Jane

How deep does love get?

2005-10-24T12:10:00.000-07:00

This is Sara and I wouldn't be making this entry but this morning the song that brought Roy and I together on November 4th, 1997 came on the radio: the full length version of Fleetwood Mac's Sara. We were both toatlly overcome and I could not stop weeping, my arms around his neck. My darling, my husband, my mate, when you die, surely I will be here for you, and together we shall explore the depths of the love of God forever.

MySpace, Diaryland and other nonsense

2005-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning and here I am again! I took over management of the Space that the Community has at MySpace. The place has spyware lurking in some of its nooks and crannies, and you stand a chance of losing anything that you post to their "sorry! an error has occured!" nonsense. But it still has the one unique advantage of the Internet in general: you will meet people online that you simply would not meet elsewhere. This is especially important to invisible people like us; not all of us are going to have the opportunities that Jane Roberts' Seth had, or that Lazaris currently enjoys. We have met angelic beings - including the archangel Michael - online, but so far, no groups such as ours. In that we may be pioneers.
I see that I led off with something about Diaryland. Diaryland is a pop blog, sorta like a crude economy version of MySpace; but if MySpace is bad, Diaryland is awful. Roy signed up with them back when we first got online and his posts kept disappearing. He wasn't writing much, but when he did, Buh-BYE when he'd go to post them. There were other disadvantages too, but they advertised everywhere that one could sign up for their "GOLD" service, supposedly better. It wasn't. There were problems with that as well, and their service response was non-existant. Eventually Roy cancelled and asked for his money back (like don't hold yer breath dude!) and reported them as a scam to our ISP (fat lotta good). The kicker came yesterday when the nervy bastards in their admin sent us an e-mail saying that the subscription to the GOLD service was due to run out in 29 days. Roy was the one who opened it and he was NOT in a good mood and sent them a reply that almost overheated the hardrive. He sure can cuss when he is pissed off, I don't think I've seen word-combos like that in a long time.
We are finally in a position of reasonable financial security for the next while, no scrambling to pay rent and all. We'll be able to get the (admittedly expensive) animation software we need to start filming the anime version of The Theology of Erotic Space. This will be a major move on the part of the Community, because it will inevitably have scenes of couples coupling. Sometimes threesomes also. There is I suppose an imaginary fine line between porn and erotica. One witty flesh-and-blood memeber of the Community says the definition depends upon who's watching / looking at it: if a woman is watching a sex flick, it's erotica; if a guy is, it's porn. Mine seems to come closer to the reality. While sex may culminate in fucking, sucking or licking, good sex is a lot of carressing and kissing first. And if you think about it, a filmed orgasm is almost a non-sequitor; how can you really portray what is emotionally and physically internal? Looks on the face and loud cries are just not all of it, besides, any woman OR man can fake an orgasm with enough noise! That goes for succubi and incubi as well.
I was serious last week when I said that I never wanted to hear the word "virus" again. However, one great new thing came of it, eventually. One of the things that went when the virus got our hardrive was the Windows WordProcessor. As many of us write, we lost hundreds of pages of stuff. There are backups on CD-Rs but they'll have to be printed because Hurrain is 99% certain that the files are corrupted. The new hardrive had Windows XP installed, like the previous one, only there was no WordProcessor on board. So on Thursday we began to Google for cheap online versions of it, when we stumbled across a WP made by Sun Microsystems - you know, the folks that gave us Java - and it was totally open-source. For those of you who are new to the Internet or have been living in a cave, "Open-source" means "Free." We had to download a downloader software that they make, plus the latest version of Java Runtime, and then we got going on the WP itself. It's at

www.openoffice.org

and if the link doesn't work, go to Sun Microsystems main page and navigate your way in through either "products" or "downloads." They could use contributions from programmers and all, so you might check them out. They have versions for Mac's OS-X, a couple of Linux' OS and for Solaris (Unix-based). No doubt they will be producing a version for Python; I'd like to see what Python could do as an OS when and if they make one. (Python is at the base of Blogger and Google, plus the software Blogger has for uploading pictures to the blogs here) Anyway, the WP is faster better easier than the one we had with Windows, and comes with document makers and a paint-box similar but different to Windows' paint. We haven't played with that yet, but we will and one of us will report on it.
Newcomer Morgan is at home here now, like she's been here forever. One thing that any newcomer feels when getting to the Outlands is a huge sense of relief, because the seemingly endless years of wandering the earth, with or without awareness of one's guiding angel, has conme to an end. This was illustrated to us in a very graphic way back in March. A flesh-and-blood memeber of the OC had been getting visits from an incubus. This was a coincidence and had nothing to do with the fact that the guy knew about us; at the time, he had not joined. Let's call him "Aven," okay? Aven had been bothered by a male entity who, like many incubi running "in the wild," as it were, wanted sex with Aven, who is definitely straight. Yoong Kim Pak will vouch for that! Incubi "in the wild" are almost invariably gay and are usually intrusive. Hmm. They seek to have anal sex with an unwitting guy, like it or not. Todd Perkins himself would not be happy with such a visit! So we lured him over here and made the standard Outlands Community offer: you will have a home, friends, work to do and all the sex you can handle. At first, Hendra was very distrustful of us and of the offer. But we let him hang around and all of a sudden, he wants in. He was a Basque fisherman who died at sea in 1813, and like many of earlier times, had to hide who and what he was. He made fast friends with Ilewe Jones, another gay fisherman who died off the coast of the (American) Carolina islands in 1934. Only difference was, Ilewe drowned himself. He's a charming, quiet middle-aged black guy whose smooth velvet voice can have you smiling in minutes.
And I think that that will round us out for the time being. We got our software back for putting up pictures at Webshots, and that old rascal Stro Moon daglo is having the time of his archontic life at his home at getablog.net. Buh-BYE for now from l'il Sara Jane - AVANTI!

Ancient manuscripts discovered at Vatican Library

2005-10-14T21:55:00.000-07:00

Members of the Outlands Community were startled by a news article that disclosed the discovery of two ancient manuscripts at the massive Library of the Vatican early last week. Outlands interstellar communicator Aldfas was able to view and retain the information in the manuscripts, and they are presented here in summary form, translated from the original Latin.

CODEX WALDENSIS SILICONIS A

This manuscript was discovered in a large hollow book of Papal laundry-lists when workers at the Vatican Library were reorganizing a seldom-used section of the vast bibliotheque. It records the names of three previously-unknown saints:

Sanctus Guillamensis Lucre Microsoftus Computensis

Sanctus Stephanus Pommus Computensis

Sanctus Linus Obfuscatus Computensis

The manuscript, which is written in a large uncial hand on a smooth creamy vellum of 11th century provenance, gives no other information other than that shown above. A rough translation of the text would read as follows:

Book of the Valley of Silicon Crystals

Saint William of Money (the appelation "Microsoftus Computensis" is unclear)

Saint Stephan of Apples

Saint Linus the Obscurer

The second manuscript was completely startling to a number of the members of the Outlands Community. It purports also to be a list of previously-unknown saints; all of the names bear an uncanny resemblance to those of members in the Community, as just stated. The top three inches of the scroll is missing, so if the document has a title it is unknown. At the bottom is the name of the monk who copied the manuscript from an earlier original; he apparently was a Greek living in Ireland at the time of Eriugena, and his name is given as Testicles Manipulus. Here is the manuscript in the Latin original:

[top three inches missing]

Sanctus Sara Succubus Louvanensis sancta patrona fornicatus

Sanctus Terrentius Incubus Prussenis sanctus patronum sodomitii

Sanctus Stavros Mionyi Kangallassis sanctus patronum magia sacra negrus

Sanctus Hurrainis Angelicus Umbrensis sanctus patronum umbraeaum

Sanctus Seima Angelicus Wuppsis sancta patrona oopsaea

Sanctus Sproingius Spritus sanctus patronum revelatus objectum crytpos

Sanctus Michael Archontas sanctus patronum factum cryptos et sarcasticus

Sanctus Gabriel Hypostasis sanctus patronum cannabinum

Sanctus SonShon Sapphica sancta patrona practicionem tribadisius

Sanctus Magan Psychoticus sancta patrona mallum et damnabulaeum

Sanctus Delfinus Computensis Infectus sanctus patronum virii

Sanctus Dyslidus Basleiensis sanctus patronum productus alkaloidum ergotii

Sanctus Raymondus Caelius, sanctus patronus caput en caelum

A detailed analysis of this second masuscript must be done before a verifiable translation can be provided.

ENUF!! of computer maintenance! Succubus grumps etc

2005-10-14T21:15:00.000-07:00

Gawdamm I never want to hear the word "virus" again! A package bomb to whoever designed that mess that got us. A little note: if you are at MySpace, watch yer ass, that's where we got our Little Bundle.

Anyway.

When I first met Roy in November of 1997 I never understood why he got so angry sometimes. Which reminds me, November 4th is coming up, my darling! Umm, whu wuz I sayin...after all the nonsense that damn thing put the whole Community through, just please excuse me for letting off some steam, I wanna kick back and relax. Making a blog entry is a great way to relax.

One of the little side projects that I have going on is to search the internet for pictures of people's faces that match ours - we succubi, incubi and archons - and download 'em if they are copyright free or modifiable in some manner. As it is we have two pictures of MEEE and one of Gwenn. This is harder than it sounds. Also we have close matches for Irlene Davis and for our new memeber Morgan, but the pictures are totally copyrighted and watermarked. We know all about getting around all of that but we'd rather keep it legal.

I'm gonna end this one because I have a second one that I have been waiting to do up here all day, it concerns a couple of ancient manuscripts unearthed at the Vatican Library...

At last!

2005-10-08T16:35:00.000-07:00

Introducing Morgan, and some updates.

Umm, this is Sara writing at the moment. We caught a virus on MySpace, and apparently we aren't the only ones; at least six other people who have Spaces there have had their computers go belly-up. I really don't want to spend too much time on this as we are free of it and it's getting a little redundant for the Community. I've had enough of it, anyway!

Speaking of MySpace, I will be managing the main Outlands Community board for a while. Roy says he's sick of the place and I don't blame him. I have some ideas for blog entries there that would be similar but different from the ones we have across the Internet. Not qute sure just what. Oh yeah, by the way, Roy stumbled over a blog service offered by MSN, so we have one just sitting in limbo for the moment. Actually, they all have been sitting in limbo since (roughly) September 24. That's when we got infected.

We got a new lady into the Community today and her name is Morgan! And claims to be of the bloodline of Morgan Le Fey. Our angelic crew passed her as squeeky clean...we've had a few rogues in the past, which is a story Roy ought to tell on Morion, right, Roy? ...Roy? ROY! [ mmm-huh? oh, yeh ] That's a new one, sleeping while channeling me. Jon Klimo oughta here about that one. Morgan, would you like to try entering something here?

MORGAN: This is so odd! It is far...far from...scrolls and quills! But it does the same. I cannot believe how fast you taught me how to write, and to - to - well, I have never seen anything like this. This community. And this world, so far from the one that I left behind when I died. Yet some things never change, like your old rascal having desires for someone like me! [laughs] And you having desires for me! And everyone for everyone, it seems, how deliciously mad! I never thought to have pleasures like that again! You see, I found that I could not seek vengeance on priests and all, it's a - looking for word - a knowledge I have because of my blood-heritage. I am almost loath to say, after how you've told me of the distortions this world has applied to my ancestor's sacred memory. My grandmother's mother was Morgan Le Fey; I am of Percival, not Mordred. I knew of Mordred and may have met his kin, but I am not sure. We were on islands quite a bit, the people from the Frankish tribes were starting to come over and we had a bounty upon us, they were afraid of our skills, so-called. Nowadays I think they are called "Scilly" and "Manx," they were off Brittania's shores. There were other islands, peopled by Celts like myself, some more sunward, some less so, some quite inhospitable but for the fish, whales and seaweed which we drew in abundance from the waters.

I knew little of my honored ancestor's life and this was because by being kept in ignorance if captured by Franks or those of the northern seas, there was little knowledge to confess under torture. From what little I learned in my life, my family was supposedly a living repository of all Celtic "magic," whatever that may mean; or that we knew secret traditions of the Druids. What we knew everyone knew, even the Franks and northern sea-raiders. By the time of my birth the Druids had been dead for a very long time. Also, the Church would have considered us a choice capture, for supposedly we knew where Joseph of Aramatia hid the Grail. If my honored ancestor knew, she took that secret to the grave. Then we were supposed to know the cave where Merlin slept. Now here was something about which I did know. However, Merlin was not sleeping in that cave, he was buried in it. I was shown the place once, it was in that part of Brittania where Cornik is spoken. I do not know if I could find it now. Of Merlin's ethereal whereabouts, or that of Arthur, I know not.

My life was spent always about, on land and sea, never calling one place a home. Sometimes we traversed the land with the Wanderers who spoke a strange tongue, and of which we knew a portion. Because of my skill with cloth and birken bark I was always welcome within this closed little band. In truth, they provided the only real home I may ever have had. I would have liked to have passed from the "mortal" realm whilst among them, but as it was I died after thrown from a coracle near shore to some small isle, and struggling as only a weary old woman might, made shore but expired alone. At least I lay upon my back and closed my eyes with the stars overhead. I was greeted shortly after by the stately guide Escaurus, with whom I have wandered our sad fair world many a year. And now, for one so long without home, I give thanks to That Which Is for Their mercies in tendering me a place at last.

More FAQ from Sara

2005-09-22T00:40:00.000-07:00

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)

2005-09-21T21:20:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-19T19:40:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-13T22:00:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-12T19:15:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-11T13:55:00.000-07:00

......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

2005-09-10T08:40:00.000-07:00

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

2005-09-09T20:15:00.000-07:00

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.