The Venomous Doom On The Edge Of The Universe

A space craft pierced through the luminous stars, etheric milky ways and strikingly vivid planets. The spacecraft was advanced, made from a dark obscure crystals deeply buried in the earth, that is reliably indestructible to any unknown elements in the infinite, ever-growing Universe. Inside the soaring space apparatus is shiny, lucid black marble floors and walls, with a greenish strange pictoraphic language on the walls, indicating the certain importances for the certain features on the ship. At the front of the craft was the crew, gazing at effulgent cities on the moons, with it's radiation of exotic hues. Such scenes has unforgettable awesomeness to it. The crew is dressed in strangely exotic clothes, with males wearing helmets with horns on them to distinguish that they are the warrior class, whereas the elite class wore blackened hoods, with opal stone headwear around their forehead. And the emperor, sitting on his dragon head throne, has an obsidian crown on his head, with sharp, flame paint designs around his eyes, indicating his perception is inflamed with fire and intensity. The illuminated one, in other words.

The females, on the other hand, has its lower and elite class distinctions as well. And the empiress sat right next the emperor, awaiting their unseen destination.

A planet, with a blackened green effulgence aura, was giving off insidious vibrations as the star ship went involuntarily towards it, helplessly. As the ship went, it wobbled disastrously towards the planet and plunged itself into gloomy yellowish waters in close proximity of the misty lands.

Woefully, some crew members died from the pain-stalking drama of the crash and were left behind as the remaining of the crew went in search of intelligible life forms on the planet. The treacherous terrains were a reddish desert, permeated with erupting volcano's and sentient fungi plantation, mercilessly entangling you with their vines and webs.

 Later, after much search and exploration, the crew encountered the indigenous inhabitants of the planet and were menaced by their attitude towards them, as they did their ceremonial dances. The inhabitants were orangish-skinned 7 th foot humanoids, with peculiar trunks protruding out of the sides of their mouths. In the distant corner was a web, filled humanoid sized cacoons. As they crackled opened, beings with dark multi-colored wings would come out and utter screeching hisses in the air, then go fly towards the gigantic red trees and hang upside down on the branches of the trees.

After this strange spectacle, the crew members noticed a building which had a close similarity to Gothic cathedrals, covered with misshapen statues. As they walked towards it, hideous blackish smoke would emerge out of the pot halls on the  ground and vanish into the sky. Inside were frighteningly tall pale white humanoids, who happened to be androgynous. They had bones pointed out of their body, with saggy skin and black eyes with penetrating white pupils. Some of them were crawling on the ceiling backwards, making agonizing utterances by their preternatural eggs. They also had wings, with a darkened multi-colored interior.

"Hello Earthlings" one of them said " We were once human as well, in search of immortality. We were instinctively impelled to come to this planet, because of the knowledge of the inhabitants possessed about immortality and physiological transformation. We came here 10, 000 years ago, escaping from Earth, due to charges related to our misuse of sorcery and technology on earth. After our escape, we decided to obtain immortality somehow and become supreme beings of malignant sorcery so we could successfully fulfill our destinies to become masters of The Universe, by virtually out living every one. And needless to say our immortality gives us time to develop our psychic faculties which  give us time to increase our Art of Malignant Sorcery. Anyway, when we arrived at this planet the inhabitants knew what we wanted, instinctually. Immortality! In order to so, we were given bizarre drugs and brews to alter our states of consciousness. Then we were instructed to go in pairs consisting of the opposite sexes on the enchanted, mysterious web in order to induce androgyny. Then the inhabitants did their enigmatic chants, then a particularly large spider came out of the cave and on to the web and started to wrap us into a cocoons. Through out time in the cocoons our bodies molded as one and we became androgynous, having acute inter-dimensional experiences. In duration of this procedure we noticed our hearing and psychic abilities became more acute. Our bodies made new formations and extensions. We developed wings. The entire structure of our bodies were transformed after this painful procedure.  Once we came out of the cacoons we decided to establish this particular building, expressing our inter-dimensional aesthetics on it. Here, in this corner is our obidian stone. We skry through it so we can manage to find victims to involuntarily compel towards our planet. As you may or may not figured out by now, we live off the energy and flesh of other being to sustain our immortality." He stopped talking and spread his preternatural wings that engulfed the collective perception of the crew....

The Reincarnation fallacy.

Reincarnation is a seemingly prevalent conception in the occult and spiritual terrains, but I think it's ultimately erroneous, to  say least. When people have past memories of distant lives it is not them in those lives, it is their predecessors. Their predecessors memories are embedded in their genes & D.N.A and they somehow unconsciously activate these strangely lucid memories of their distant lives.

It has now been scientifically proven that we carry the memories and wounds of our ancestors in our unfathomably enigmatic genes .  As matter of fact I follow the theory that all our actions of our predecessors are intricately stored in the unconscious & what is called "Junk D.N.A". Perhaps their primordial wisdom is also accessible to us as well, all the enigmatic wisdom long forgotten in the world is dormant in our genes, deep down those uncharted ancestral memories. Something to think about!!

But folks, please. I'm not trying to downplay the fascinating mysteries of the what comes after death. On the contrary I'm offering the unspoken alternative. Time in this reality is  simultaneous and therefore not linear, so the reincarnation concept must be flawed.
We are an extension of our family lineage, in this reality. Our genes makes who we are, but not fully. That unique spark of divinity in us is mysteriously unfathomable to us, a gift  from the unknown. And that unknown must be the infinite eternity where we came from and go back to after this temporary life.

As William Blake Said
"This world of imagination is the world of Eternity; it is the divine bosom into which we shall go after the death of the vegetated body. This World is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation, or vegetation, is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal World the permanent realities of Every Thing we see in this reflected in this vegetable glass of Nature. All Things are comprehended  in their eternal forms in the divine body of the savior, The True Vine Of Eternity, The Human Imagination."

It's necessary to be intuitive and intelligently speculative when it come to matters such as this. Speculation and intuition are essential keys to help us understand this mysteriously complex universe in which we inhabit. Anyway, in the movie "What dreams may come" The main character dies and finds himself inside his dreams, wandering aimlessly in the world of imagination. This movie perhaps captures a gnostic understanding where we may go when our physical incarnation ceases here. We might plunge into the world of imagination, where life and dreams intertwine with each other into the same manifested reality.

The physical and spiritual are inseparable, they might reflect off of each other and what we put inside of our heads! go ahead and ponder it!

Writing is a form of Sorcery!

``Thoth, God of Magick, was merely a man who invented writing, as his monuments declare clearly enough. ``Gamarye``, Magick, is only the ``Gramma``. So also the old name of a Magical ritual, ``Grimoire`` is merely a ``Grammar`` Aleister Crowley

It rarely occurs to people that words are a form of symbolism. These symbolic abstractions known as words have the power to awaken latent potentialities and oddities within people, invoking forces that would not otherwise enter their being without the use of Words. Writing words is a magickal ritual in itself, using these abstract symbols to conjure visions within people`s minds, by changing their state of consciousness in order to activate those dormant worlds that lye within them. Then seeing these visions manifest into reality through comics, art, music, movies, fashion and etc.   The stronger the potency for the writing spells are, the stronger the impact it can have on the minds of the Masses.

These symbols can be used to provoke thought, take people to different places, empower people and even corrupt them. For instance, in the documentary ``How Star Trek Changed The World` it specifically showed how scientists were influenced by the ideas in the star trek, by borrowing them to make their own scientific inventions such as sliding doors and wireless phones you see in society today. These ideas have their roots in science fiction, which was firstly written in stories and then made into episodes. In any case writing was the original medium for these ideas. Then it was expressed in other mediums and somehow magically manifested into our existence. And this all begun in the expression of words.

So writing is a form of sorcery that can sculpt our minds, for good or ill. Writing changes people`s psychology. People even at times emulate how the writer articulates his expressions, or emulates his visions to come up with their own artistic creations. And needless to say their visions are influenced by the expressions of words the writer uses. Thus writing being a form of Sorcery to invoke imaginative visions within people. The more genuine it`s authenticity, the stronger the literary sorcery is...


Any times you either feel inspired or wretched is because of the use of words you have been exposed to, not realizing the potent effect it carries. In this reality our primal medium for ideas is words.
``In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and word was God``
This is an essential allegory that postulates everything in creation starts with the word, however that word is designed, it`s begins with that primal symbol to inspire creation with. And everything in our world is generally inspired by symbols & words, whether you realize it or not. All Establishments, Schools, Politics and Art is are fueled by words, those abstract symbols we use.

So every time you write see it as a ritual taking place, knowing that writing has the potential change people`s psychology, for good or ill. So be careful with the words you use, you don`t want the undesirable to manifest into your reality.

A Horrible Night In The Land Of Dreams

``There`s times through an activation of the suppressed elements of the psyche that the dreamland and the mundane world can become interconnected. Though they are inextricably connected, as everything is in creation. But gateways to such realms are locked by the lack of activation in the psyche`s strange abyss`(The Unconscious).`` Kosmic Lust, by The Nameless Wizard

I was given such an uncanny book on occult sciences and lore called ``Kosmic Lust`` by a peculiar, shaky man with whiten hair who said such a book had given him terrifying, lucid Nightmares in being in shuddersome, chaotic lands. He told me to be prudent after this literary indulgence. We were at an underground opium cafe, in London. It was 1890, on an October night.  After giving him my regards for his kind generosity I decided to go home, where I started to read the book, in a relaxed opiated state that vivified the imagination into the occulted realms to the point where they almost seemed to become realistic. They opium high allowed an oceanic wave of the unconscious to flood the conscious mind. And just looking at the illustrations of the book gave me wonder and fear simultaneously. After a long read in the luminous moon night I decided to comfortably slumber, since I was feeling tumultuously tired. 

As I awaken awful paranoia terrorized me, for being in a strangely frightening world. Pinkisk fog surrounded me, in the stark night in the world unknown to me. Unfamiliar planets & moons hung on the nighted sky. Queerly on the ground were strange obsidian monolithic runes, with small dragons on them with preternatural, piercing eyes that scared me immensely. Then I started to walk aimlessly, in this foreign land where giant skeletal remnants remain on the ground, in haunted forests that had strange creatures sitting on trees with only their eyes visible in the Night. After  such a miserably long walk I encountered two ghostly white females, standing absolutely naked in this strange world wearing cloaks with  purple interior and sigils painted (or tattooed) on their bodies. They were standing on a ritual circle,  made by stone that was virtually covered in moss and weeds, which was on a plateform that had stairs that ascended upto it that were cracked and mossy.  They spoke in an unfamiliar tongue that was linguistically similar to a primitive African who utters unpronounceable expressions. But in contrast these women happen to linger their words out, giving it a sinister echo effect.

Once they saw me they walked slowly down, in the pinkish fog, giving me menacing smiles and laughter. One of them extended their arm out and gave me a silvery key, which illuminated a trifle in the pinkish darkness. Once I received it from her she smiled, then I noticed she was a vampiress by her sharp lengthy teeth she showed by her facial expression. Then they pointed to a ruinous, grotesque mausoleum with statues of faceless knights and gruesome gargoyles. After they started to laugh madly, in an annoying manner. They suddenly vanished in the swirly green pinkish smoke while two wolves scampered away and howled at the perilously sharp cliff by the redish black moons, with oaken twisted roots sunken deeply in the cliff. Such a experience sent a serptine shiver down my spine, giving me icy chills long afterwards. Those morbid sentiments are deeply embedded in my psyche beyond redemption, now.

So I walked slowly towards the tomb, hearing skulls of unfamiliar creatures crack beneath my feet as smoky dust arises to my face to choke me, in momentary times. One of the faceless statues of the knights had his hands broken off and sword scattered in pieces by the door. Inside, on the ground was a symbol of a triangle which has a reptilian eye above it by the door inside. I used the key to open the door, and to my unsettling surprise. there`s was a labyrinth reaching down to the nethermost bellows of this mausoleum. So I decided to walk warily down, pushing away the hideous cob webs out of my face and running furiously away from the radiantly colored spiders, in the darkened labyrinth. 

As I reached the bottom I noticed an arch passageway going to a terrifying forest, swelling with hideously large oaken trees and ancient monoliths scattered around. So I walked aimlessly again, in wretched trepidation and heard possessive, haunting tunes of a flute. Suddenly I saw the fearsome pan, playing a flute below the blackened rainbow as grotesque ghouls made slow, ominous beats to make hypnotic rhythms to their goddess of Darkness, causing bizarre trances to beings near by. To my feared wonderment,  pan`s flute, with it`s oddly golden black designs that shone out in the night, giving it undulant reflections as he played ominously in the dark Night was purely possessive.

As I walked by them and went on the jangled serpentine path that led to the strangely disproportionate  castle on the cliff covered with statues of strange beings and goddesses. The hypnotic musik started to build up in intensity, murdering my courage to go any further. But I went on, regardless of the iniquitous musik.

There was bushes made of mazes there, obscuring the front doors of the castle which had gloomy ponds with archaic symbols on its masonry, and wretchedly large oaken trees that had small doors with peculiar designs on them that were inhabited with hobgoblins inside.

After many attempts to try to find my way through the maze the blackened sun had arisen and illuminated a path for me to the front doors. Such a thing was a miraculous god-send, for me in this odd situation. Inside a heard murmurs, in my familiar language. So I walked down a stone, spiral stair way and heard two distinct voices, in their room of conjuration talking about this mummified priest of the Kthulhu Kult and how they can give him a momentary rival so he can divulge the secrets of the long forgotten Kthulhu Rites which can enable them powers to make an evocation for the merciless god Kthulhu . As they talked away I bent down and crawled on my knees, being as discrete as possible not to be noticed by them in the room of conjuration, as they exercised their necromancy on the mummy, putting weird powder on his forehead to go along with their necromanic spells. Eyes opened, then they asked him to divulge the secrets of the long forgotten Kthulhu Rites.

``In the perished temple under the deep waters lies the Mysteries of what you request, Wizard. In the  waters where the Dagons reside. said he angrily. As he closed his eyes he murmured``let me rest in my Dreams``. Then he fell slowly down to his coffin barely making a noise. 

Unpleasantly later, I was noticed by the two wizards in black. One was young and the other was an elder who had an esoteric symbol painted on his forehead. ``Welcome to the other side of reality`` Said the elder``The reality of dreams, in the awakened dimension of infinity. Join us in an adventure to the temple of Kthulhu that has been perished underwater for a long time immemorial .  

So I voluntarily joined them, being intrigued to discover the long forgotten Kthulhu Rites Mysteries. We embarked on this adventure on black horses, traveling to places weird and wondrous to me. Asking directions from faceless peasants. And picking bizarre remedial potions from Witches & Warlocks whenever we got bitten by spiders and bats on the journey.

When we arrived at the waters, where the temple had been long perished I was puzzled as to how we can  manage to get to it. Strangely, after this contemplation, the elder wizard in black did chants and drew a circle in the sands with his staff that had a crystal on it, radiating immensely multi-colored light in the Darkness. Then, beyond rational belief the waters dichotomized, to make a pathway to the ruined temple, swelled with sea weed and Kthulhu symbols & statues near by it. 

So we walked towards it, being menaced by nefarious looking Dagons in the double wall gap of water. And seeing strange merfolks on sea horses go by us in the walled water caused by the dichotomization from the elder wizard in black magick abilities. Inside there were tentacle cravings mostly everywhere, permeating the interior of the temple. On the ground were skeletal remnants of Kthulhu cultists, wearing necklaces with esoteric Kthulhu symbols on them.

In the midst of  my fascination of all of this, the elder wizard in black weirdly took out a knife and cut his hand open so blood would slowly pour out of his hand and drip in the embedded archaic designs on the ground, which made them radiate in dark lime green once the blood dropped on them. Then tumultuous noises begun, making us unsettled and nervous as ultra-violet rays came out of the walls as they dissolved.  Strangely,  a cosmic void appeared. And then I fell into it, out of worrisome fear, as I was by the wall stunned by this unsettling awesomeness. As I fell I had awaken to the mundane world, realizing I plunged to the other side of reality, hoping I can go back and witness the awesome fears again from the ominousities, in that weird land of dreams. Thankfully, every time I dreamt again I went back to the  precisely same situation I happen to be in when I had awaken to the mundane reality. I fell in an etheric web, in the cosmic void, with a sorceress on top of it singing gloomily. As she sang away I noticed I was surrounded by dragons sitting on comets that were around unique, incomprehensibly looking planets. And awe-inspiring, hueful milky ways............. 

``The sub-consciousness knows no limitations, only the conditioned consciousness arbitrarily thinks it has limitations in the mundane reality. In any case, consciousness can be opened to innumerable vistas through certain activations  Such worlds may appear to be dreamy, haunting and wondrous. Such keepers of these worlds only await the chosen few....Are you ready for the grander Mysteries of Reality?! to go on the edge of Infinity  ?! Seeing yourself reside, in multi-diemensions, as you awake to them and go back to the mundane reality whenever you awake in this particular reality, where everything appears to be ambiguous. If so, then read away!...Kosmic Lust, By The Nameless Wizard. ! 

Musicians Are The Modern Shamans (Or Sorcerers)

In times immemorial inspired women and men would ignite ceremonies and rituals by doing chants and rhythms on their organic instruments to induce chants, inspire visions and most importantly heal the wounds of their tribe. These methods were transformative. It was magick, in other words. It had the capacity to change the people, make them think differently from this power they possessed. The shaman (or sorcerer) had the ability to go into the depth of the unconscious and bring back a creative force to his ordinary state to change the regular frequency of his reality.

In contemporary times we have concerts that are strikingly reminiscent of these ceremonies and rituals of antiquity, but the importance of such things are missing because of the ubiquitous political spells and corporate depravity in today's world that tries to marginalize anything that has real power for people. However, such great things can be marginalized, but not completely dismissed by everyone in the world.

Nevetheless, whether people realize it's power or not, it's Magick still thrives. In concerts people tend to fall into trances when they hear the musick play, mesmerized by the evocative riffs and beats, going to different places inside their heads inspired by the musik. The musicians have taken up the responsibility of the shamans (or sorcerers)whether they're consciously aware of it or not. They can be identified with the similar powers nonetheless. By taking their audience to different states, by inspiring them visions and even healing their wounds . People even change as people when they  go to concerts, having a personal transformation for themselves.

As you hear people sometimes say " When I heard that musick I envisioned this.It brought to this place" Or you even hear writers & artists say they listen to Music while they create their Art... And that's the power Musik has, to alter your consciousness. To bring you into different places. And needless to say, it has the power to heal.

Few days ago I watched an interview of the members of EyeHateGod and one of the members of the group said" A kid told us that our musik helped him get through his suicidal tendencies, saying he would have killed himself if it wasn't for our musik to alleviate his pain." And that's the healing powers musik possesses. For that matter, would you ever hear anybody say school, politics and my job helped me get through my life troubles?!. No! Musik is always mentioned in these matters, or any other forms of Art. Because Musik has the power to cause transformation in people. It gives them inspiration to go further, to think differently.  And to do different stuff & activities with their lives. Hence Musicians being The Shamans (or Sorcerers)!

As Ufomammut said in an interview once" Musik should be considered a religion" Or Musik could even be considered a form of Magick!! Which sounds better to my ears

Muse = Musick! The Sphere Of The Mysteries

In the sphere of stillness chaos came into existence to create a vibrate flow of energy. Before existence, we need vibrations in order to manifest creations, such as forms and so on. Strangely, these vibrations can be interpreted as expressive forms of musickal energies manifesting creations in the unfathomable infinitude, the essence that has bestowed us life. Muses flow through us, unaware of their origin. But as you contemplate, these inner muses come from the unfathomable essence. Though they be marginalized in the modern age, but they still retain an essential importance for guidance. They come to us in sounds of words, but these sounds of words can be considered a strange form of musick nonetheless. Thus the inners muses which flow through us, coming from the primordial essence of life being a form of musick. And needless to type, muse is sounds similar to musick.

More fascinatingly, we hear about such musickal geniuses such as Mozart hearing a continuous flow of musick in his inner self, helping him create  his masterful pieces of music long unforgotten since it's inception. Mozart, presumably, was connected to higher state of being, where he possessed a more distinct clarity of these expressive vibrate energies from the primordial essence of creation. This enabled him to attune himself to something higher, where he can not stop hearing this inner musick flowing through him from the limitless Mystery of being.

It almost seems higher the connection to the divine essence, clearer & stronger the vibrate energy you may feel. Musick, communicates to the right-hemisphere of the brain, which is the flexible, feminine side more in connection to the limitless mystery of creation. So it may be reasonable to say, when musicians engage in such an art, their connecting to their higher selfs, channeling the vibrate energies to them, then expressing how the energy flows through them by playing it on their instruments. As may you hear them say, it almost seems as though the music wrote itself. Unconsciously implying that a higher essence possessed them, helping them create their music by channeling these vibrate energies to them.

To my fathoming, the vibrate energies of the limitless Mystery is an infinite muse that only a lucky few people possess a direct communication with it, where they feel it flow distinctly through them and hear it as musick. This ability is also known as clairaudience. There was once a case of an adolescent, living in New York who used to walk and sing in rhythm continuously, play Mozart backwards and cultivated his own symphonies at the age of 12 or so. He was possessed by the rhythmical energies of the Universe, feeling their vibrations endlessly. His mind was strangely ripened to the musick sphere of creation. An unending ebb and flow of energies. This ability is also  latent to all of us. But only a few have a beautifully ripened mind where they can hear the musick of the spheres in clarity.


Some scholars and researchers such as Michael tasarion claim that ego-consciousness is a recent phenomenon, that our ancestral predecessors had a direct communion to the musick of the cosmic spheres before we fragmented our consciousness from disastrous catastrophes in distant antiquity. That hearing our voices in our head is something new. Before such woeful tragedies we had direct communion with the divine essence, such as Mozart hearing that endless musickal muse from the inexplicable Mysteries of life.