Compendium

To live is to savor every disappointment, every hatred,

Each dripping blood, scrapped flesh, boiling lust

Condensed for the pleasure of all time

Solve et coagula

Hadraz-Kadhum Dabra

Be One With It

"Stand over the grave and allow your feet to bleed into the soil beneath your feet. Take in the sorrow and leave your sorrows there. You must be with death, seek it, feel it, and discover it over and over again. You must cut your feet many times and bleed into many graves, burying a part of yourself each time.” 

Revelation II

“After these things…said, ‘Let twelve angels come into existence

[to] rule over chaos and the [underworld].’ And look, from the cloud

an [angel] appeared, whose face blazed with fire and whose

countenance was fouled with blood.” 

Tamaik

Presumed to be a handful of things unproven, those who suffer for the flames of the art shall always be returned again. 

Bring back the hammer of Tamaik – Ulurbazuth Karmothiaz

No rest nor peace ‘till Tamaik is sealed upon this realm

Wild

When you listen to the moss, the screeches, the howls

Anta Io Adra Kadrabha – you shall return to the womb of the wild Armothiaz

Red Rum Reprise

I have many, many stories to tell, to share. 

Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace. 

Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.

Yaced

Remember, lost ones, you shall look decayed and ruined, no matter how long the path it took you to return to dirt

Running is not a solution

Across and Onward

Come sail beyond the rivers

Calm dark water stirs

Revealing passages beyond darkness stirs

Funus Musica

Ardrah, Ardah, Arbalah, Kardabahs arzothias

Nagrakadhabra

Lameth, Leynach, Semach, Belmay, 

Azzailement, Gesegon, Lothamasim, Nagrakarathzdabrah, 

Ozetogomaglial, Zeziphier, Josanum, 

Solatac, Bozefama, Defarciamar, 

Zemait, Lemaio, Pheralon,

Anuc, Philosophi, Gregoon, 

Letos, Anum, 

Anum, 

Anum, Negrakarathz-adum-kabrah

UTUK XUL gubi mu unna te

ALA XUL gabi mu unna te

The Fourth

The Fourth Spirit is a Great Marquis. He appeareth in the form of a little Horse or Ass, and then into Human shape doth he change himself at the request of the Master.

He speaketh with a hoarse voice. He ruleth over 30 Legions of Inferiors. He teaches all Liberal Sciences, and giveth account of Dead Souls that died in sin.

Old Wood Throne

“…within which were three or four large stones, forming a kind of seat, with a back and a foot-stool. On the upper stone lay a white petticoat; on the second a silk scarf.”

“The earth was trampled , the bushes were broken, and there was every evidence of a struggle.”

The Fall

Mixed feelings is an understatement of one’s perplexing dilemma – is she a game or a prey? I wish the floors and ceilings would whisper their wisdom now, and clear up the jumble of thoughts, beautiful dark visions.

Sine Anima

What is inanimate or animate lies in the eyes of the beholder. It is the intention of the beholder that beckons the final result.

A mask, therefore, embodies as much animated intention as those watching from behind them – when they’re lifeless, so are the bearers.


As it is in the forefront, so it is in the background

Ahad- Dum- Kabra

Lost in the Moment III

It was 11:11. 

There was no sound. No wind. No whispers.

The night was as silent as the moss on the stone altar. 

And we were lost in the Magick. Pure and untamed 

Little shooting stars, lost in the galaxy.  

Fictrution

If truth actually originates as facts steeped in fiction, which then begets more fictionalized truth intermingled with plain facts, what part of it is a plain fucked up myth? 

Oh well, got to love the sweet beheading girl, regardless. Let the misanthropy gets younger and younger still.

Share the Journey

Share your journeys, they say. Share the bane and pleasures of your lifelong journey, so that you are not caught alone in the webs of your mind. 

It helps, they say. Helps ends the endless thirst for more hunts. More taxidermy. More late night shoveling. 

Early morning regrets. 

Faces in the crowd. 

Latex gloves. 

Voices under my eyelids. 

Ad Nauseam

Fucking useless advises...

Ontology

"I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness."

Barter

Let’s trade, shall we?

A share of my hunting soundtrack mix-tape, for a piece of your soul.

Who knows, you might learn to enjoy hunting too

True Nihilism

No. You don’t have to be living in icy, northern, overwhelmingly Christian, western, prosperously boring places, to understand the gripping madness that is nihilistic misanthropy. Not at all! 

I definitely think the opposite is more likely true…