I am a warlock!
With pride I claim my right,
To travel to the sabbat-feast,
to ride the wind across the night.
With the stang the circle cast,
the crossroads marked and trodden
By breath, by sweat, and semen spilled
I summon forth the Old Ones!
It also acts as a remote viewing beacon so I can watch too.
i like the eye on your background hehehe (chuckles)
It’s watching you masturbate.
A satanist group plans to submit a design for a monument it wants to erect on the lawn of the Oklahoma State Capitol.
The proposal from the New York based Satanic Temple comes after Oklahoma conservatives erected a monument to the Ten Commandments on the statehouse lawn.
What’s good for the goose…
The Night Before Xmas
It’s not letting me reblog myself but there’s no way to stop me from copying and pasting.
'Twas the night before Xmas with a foreboding air
Not a creature was stirring ‘cause none of them dared
'Cept the evil Myrk Rider, whose sanity was spent
From being forced to hear carols everywhere that he went
"I can’t stand it!", he cried "I must have revenge!"
From the cruel aural torture he’d become quite unhinged
"Since they’ve tormented my mind, I’ll destroy theirs, for Hel’s sake”
Then he suddenly remembered they had no minds to take
"Well fuck it" he said "I’ll just do what I can
To show how I feel about this ‘goodwill toward Man’”
In Seidh trance he trembled and hyde-faring he rose
Slipping out of his body like he was slipping off clothes
He floated up to the ceiling and then right through the walls
It was so cold outside, he froze his damn astral balls!
A clairvoyant neighbor happened to see him by chance
And his jaw dropped wide open as he shit in his pants
For Myrk’s true spiritual form was so terrible to behold
That it had left even many of the bravest hearts cold
Up high in the night sky he began chanting the chords
That would unleash the legions of the brute thursic hordes
The Xians all lay fast asleep in their beds
As the soul-rending wights entered into their heads
His black heart filled with glee as their screams reached his ears
And the joy that he felt made him break down in tears
Though the “songs of the season” had left deep mental scars
He triumphantly laughed as he soared off into the stars
"Santa smells like mead and brimstone!"
Colin Wilson, author of the novel which inspired the sci-fi horror movie ‘Lifeforce,’ has died aged 81.
He wrote a Hel of a lot of other good nonfiction, and always thought provoking, books (even when I disagreed with some of his conclusions) too… but the Hollywood version of his novel, The Space Vampires, would probably be what most people would be familiar with. Wilson himself hated the movie:
The trouble with the film was that it tried to move too fast… from the moment the vampires kill the guards and walk out into modern London, the pace accelerates until it is like a gramophone record being played at twice its proper speed. And the audience, bombarded and stunned by absurd special effects, soon lapses into a state of exhausted indifference.
John Fowles had once told me that the film of The Magus was the worst movie ever made. After seeing Lifeforce I sent him a postcard telling him that I had gone one better.