أحياناً اللَّيْلُ يَسْتَيْقِظُ بِداخِلي
وَ ليسَ بِإمكاني عَمَلُ شَيء
.سِوى أَنْ أكُونَ قَمَراً
sometimes the night wakes in the
middle of me
and i can do nothing
but become moon.
"I respect other artists’ paths and struggles so I can only speak for myself, my own path, my own truth. It’s hard and it’s cool, man. It’s hard because of my chosen aesthetic, but that aesthetic is cool because it is my chosen aesthetic; I’m free, I am not compromising my soul. It’s cool because I am, in my own small way, fulfilling my role in our society; I am sharing this gift that I am capable of contributing to this culture. " -- Lav Diaz
"The Great Red Dragon Paintings"; are a series of watercolour paintings by the english poet and painter, William Blake, painted between 1805 and 1810.
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun
Housed at the Brooklyn Museum.
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun
The Great Red Dragon and the Beast from the Sea
Housed at the National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.
The Number of the Beast is 666
Housed at the Rosenbach Museum & Library.
You worthless, acid-sucking piece of illiterate shit! Don’t ever send this kind of brain-damaged swill in here again. If I had the time, I’d come out there and drive a fucking wooden stake into your forehead. Why don’t you get a job, germ? Maybe delivering advertising handouts door to door, or taking tickets for a wax museum. You drab South Bend cocksuckers are all the same; like those dope-addled dingbats at the Rolling Stone office. I’d like to kill those bastards for sending me your piece… and I’d just as soon kill you, too. Jam this morbid drivel up your ass where your readership will better appreciate it.
-Yail Bloor III, Minister of Bell-Lettre
P.S. Keep up the good work. Have a nice day.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear
to man as it is, Infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow
chinks of his cavern.
NEMA! LIVEE, MORF SU REVILLED TUB NOISHAYTPMET OOTNI TON SUH DEEL SUS TSHAIGA SAPSERT TAHT YETH. VIGRAWF EU ZA SESAPSERT RUA SUH VIGRAWF DERB ILAID RUA YED SITH SUH VIG NEVEH NI SI ZA THRE NI NUD EEB LIW EYTH MUCK MODNGIK EYTH MAIN EYTH EEB DWOHLAH NEVAH NI TRA CHIOO. RETHARF RUA!
Lord’s Prayer backwards.
I remember reading someplace in Book 4 where Aleister Crowley mentions that a young Frater so-and-so said this one day and the effects scared the hell out of him. I wonder how many young magicians have tried to copy that?
I used this in a deconditioning ritual I concocted that relied heavily on Satanic symbolism, but only so that I could get rid of the heavy Christian programming that had been hardwired into my brain since I could remember. I seldom talk about my personal activities on this here Tumblr, but I do recommend practicing something that’s so antithetical to the beliefs you grew up with in order for you to permanently transcend them, or at least get the ball rolling toward that goal. Robert Anton Wilson talks a lot about this in Prometheus Rising and Quantum Psychology, and if Chaos Magic had any tenets, this would be one of them, what with paradigm shifting and all.