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One of my elders in Palo has 26 ngangas. Every so often he has to feed  them. He'll get some help, and they'll sacrifice goats, roosters, sheep, pheasants, etc for all of them. Dozens and dozens of animals. They get dismembered and their body parts piled on top of the 26 ngangas... then the rot... and the enormous amount of maggots. He's healthy and fine, so are his wife and kids. 

I wonder what's worst: licking a warm toilet seat or licking an nganga?

Imagine this. There is an old crazy cat lady living all alone in her apartment. Maybe not completely alone because there is her cat living together with her. One day she dies and there is nobody around to discover her body in time before it decomposes. The cat being hungry starts feeding on the decaying corpse. Now that's some sinister Palo-themed shit.

Although it is sarcastically phrased that is a sincere question.

And please make the answer as vivid and descriptive as possible, perhaps provide pictures of the rotting flesh and maggots? 

And I mean that "esoterically".

Do the adept within the tradition talk to their Ngangas? À la medicine men and sky spirits?  

Is it an unconscious communion thing? 

I ask that because it seems EVERY non mainstream "esoteric" initiatory tradition has some element of talking to projected voices in your head. 

Have you ever done peyote with a Yaqui? It is a fucking trip. :D  Similar with Ayahuasca in South America (done the former not the latter, a benefit of being a teenager in Southern Arizona). They will bless the tea and ask for permission from the spirit world if its okay to precede with giving that particular person hallucinogenics.

Talking to your Nganga is pretty weird and is different than how other "esoteric" cults/religions do it all goofy and shit. Like you say, those other occult sects, talk to their gods, divinities, spirits, saints, etc via a form of so-called unconscious communion, or spirit walking, spirit journeys, day dreaming [guided visualizations]. 

That's not how Palo does it. [redacted]

At least it relies on random chance and not ideomotor movements like ancient aliens "scientists" with dousing rods trying to find "ley lines", neopagans with their crystal pendulum, or idiots with a Hasboro toy. 

Honest question; do you think there's anything to it? 

Here's my problem with et al.

It says control over wave collapse comes from outside the system and subsystems increasing in disorder. 

And I just don't see that. I see something closer to the stock market. 

An experiment called "Betting on the random number generator". 

You use numbers 0-99. The goal is cash out with the highest possible sum at 10 numbers a time. You can only make the cash out choice before the draw. 

Can you game that? 

I say yes, with a "no control" caveat. 

And here's how I think you could. You go with the flow of random chance. You notice the trends. Even on a roulette table you'll get a grouping 30-36 at some point. Same thing. You establish the trend and wait until you think you see more really high numbers spitting out and try to time your cash out at the most opportunistic time.  Trying to cash out at some point between the start and when the average value of all numbers is 50.  

My highest so far has been 603 trying to game the number generator.  

I view the world of the "magician" has to work with as an analog to that. 

The question is; can you tell a random magical divination to represent a specific disordered system? To accurately predict a disconnected data plot in its own entropic state. And can you say it's possible without inserting an "acausal" influence?  One that has to have a fetish for statistical equilibriums. The immaterial seeking to cancel out the material. 

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A while back I started using that Randonuatica for my excursions. I used it a couple times and then said fuck this and created my own system based off dice rolls.

I wanted to by this true random number generator: LINK

I was half-serious about it. But cats are also scavengers and there were some cases of cats tasting the flesh of their dead owners. It mainly happened if they were hungry and trapped inside. My grandma once told me a story about some guy whose wife died and the house cat started nibbling on her hand. When the man saw it, he got furious and threw the cat against the wall. Dunno how much truth was in my grandma's story but it was macabre enough.

It's probably my own fault in the way that I raised him. Back then, I was listening to Ancient Rites, and there was this one song called "Victory Or Valhalla", and I'd have this song blasting in the background and antagonizing the cat and he'd be goin' nuts on my pantleg and I'd be yelling "VICTORY" to encourage him, because it was cute, but it wasn't so cute when he got bigger and still had the same 'I wanna be alpha male' attitude, so it was partly my fault for ending up with an aggressive cat, but he's good, and continues to chill out as he gets older.