Showing posts with label occult. Show all posts
Showing posts with label occult. Show all posts

Satan, The Flame


It can offer protection
But also devour lives
It can cook food
But also torture saints
It can give light
But also produce the darkest smoke
It can offer warmth in the harshest winter
But also drain the life out of flesh
Arguably man's greatest discovery,
Also his best metaphor of what Satan Is




Children, learn to master the flame

Because all fire comes from God
And God offers both
That which nourishes,
And that which impoverishes.
God begot Satan, so we might use It.
With Care.

Don't Worship

Don't be a Slave
But learn to use the Flame.


The flame, is already Inside of You


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the dark, sinister concept art courtesy of concept-drawing-girl

Seek the Mirror!



Beware of the Exorcist
And mostly, beware of the mirror!
The demon you see
Is the demon you are.

If you seek to be the world outside
If you seek to learn what's outside
Learn to look outside
Learn to look inside.

Them who seek to be
Must first master to see
And So, I look into the mirror,
And look into the world nearer-
Oh, now I know!
And that's what's really inside!

Mastering The Flames



No, God's not something you play with
Without consequences that is.
I want to understand, unsure I can.

Imagine wanting to Master the Sun
One could definitely get burnt in the process
It happened to Parsons, It could happen to me
It could happen to You.
But, this is not a path for the faint of heart.

We are the kind walking at night where no man ought to
We are the kind whose blood turns black 
For lust of Truth
For the love of Absolute Power
For the Ultimate Exploration
For the lowering of The Veil 
To uncover Absolute Self Awareness
We are the Seekers of the Mysteries
We seek to awaken Divinity dormant inside.

Some get burnt in the process
But, there are those, who only sustain burns
On their certain path to Mastering The Flames.

Brethren, On We Seek,
As the True Will of God Is
Self Awareness.


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The powerful art is courtesy of davijc
who's depicting a porweful entity, the kind one would... Omulu.


seers to come


They, diviners of tomorrow
They who shall oversee the singularities
  Having cataloged every cat, alive 
  With galeanthropic algorithms and bald-headed
  Doctors playing ailuromancy in hexadecimal
They who shall live in the spiritual realm-
Of abstract thought and statistical parapraxis
  At once seeing the big picture, while the plebs
  Dwell on particulars and screaming infographics
  Them, engineers of the new alchemy.
Who shall doctor elixirs of life, make miracles of nature, 
Own laws, transcribing will into encoded sigils-
  Great Works manifested via post-silicon gates.


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Numbers have been here before, and they shall be with us till our fall.
You make the statistic, or become a part of someone else's.

Amazing conceptual art by lien.

Art of Night



As Clouds turn red on men with earned bread
All pigs go to sleep as avian rats awaken to mysteries of ye

Quiescent minds molding the orgone with no light
As plebs and incubi tug for conjugal rights all night

With dawn, the mage completes the great work
As capitalism drags the man into her jails of oligophrenic work.


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The mystical art courtesy of Karezoid

Ketamine


I am Man
Spirit and Matter


On this realm
Defined and Limited
by the Biology Chemistry and Physics
of which I am not just the subject,
but an unsuspecting slave too.


There shall be those that seek to
progress within the realm of matter
Those beings, they shall advance in matters of matter
But their spirit shall lament in the darkest agony
They shall be Void.


There shall be those
Who, having experienced the grace
Shall forever seek to alter the laws
Working with Science and Faith
To break beyond matter, and again
Remain forever aware of Self with the One
They shall be God.


Death is to be feared by those
deluded into embracing the shadows
While the fire burns unattended behind them

Death is a Path
So, K is not a destination
Ketamine is a Clue.

Whosoever can't work with Spirit
Divinity has left behind
Not an answer, but a clue in Science.




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the divine art by DrDedlof

Breaking The Law

When viewed in an inertial reference frame
an object either is at rest or moves at a constant velocity
unless acted upon by an external force.

When I gazed upon the ceiling before me-
Stiff and still, hearing naught my breathe but my will
One thought, becoming One with the One, made me vibrate into an altered state
And naught remained still.

An internal thought
breaking the Law by which it is naught bound
The apple drops, and it occurs to me how thought transcends matter.



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mystical art from Alansdreamscapes

Mind & The Seeker

They dressed her in clothes of grandeur and mystique
Celebrated innumerable sacraments and orgies in her name
They scavenged for each other's blood, mutilated each other's ethic
Hell! They even held each other's phallus in her name!

Then Aha!
I Think, Therefore I Am!
Downhill from thereon
Progress having come to man
Riding Kurzweil's exponentials

She has given the plebs power to tear the cosmos apart
The fetus is stripped of innocence
She has finally made the god amongst them known
She has made all infallible, when in her zen moments, she let that
Every single man, woman, and child on this Earth be Pope




The alchemist has all the secrets of the stone,
Having Slept with her, he's heard them in her moans as she recalled
Moments of bliss during her prostitution with the cosmos over the eons

She has given the numerologist his convergence limit
Now he reads his fate from the fabric of quantum entanglement

She has given the clairvoyant his wish
Having allowed him to utter self-fulfilling prophecies

She has given the thaumaturgist his miracle
He transforms anything with volition, thanks to a relative universe
And an emotion that gravitates everything in its likeness

She has saved the oneirocritic from his insomnia
Having whispered into his ears the secrets of symbolism and recursion

Now, she has left all but one satisfied-
The last Seeker, whose will it is to
Demystify and dominate her

To that last noble spirit shall the true mystery be revealed...



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The enigmatic art courtesy of Lemmy-X
And classic psy-scape courtesy of  Shpongle the Masters!

Ritual of The First Dance



The first woman in all of this terrestrial realm
Desperate for companionship
Having wondered throughout gaia without finding one of her own
Having witnessed the manner in which the other beings of the realm,
Coupled their anima and animus
And channeled their spirits into the higher realms
She wanted to find her mate, 
She wanted to dance...

He was preoccupied with his hunger for sovereignty
He was hunting down the beasts of the wilderness
He was beating himself against rocks for not being able to return to the higher realms
He was desperate for a path, but didn't have a clue, what The Infinite One had already provided
In a shadow he had not yet bothered to join with

She was dark and chocolate
She was with that dark and long mane
She was holding fruits in her chest that'd have nourished any other being on that realm
She was so divine in beauty
She was so energized in that moment, that her gravity invented lust at all realms, even from the archs
And the Arch of Music was enslaved by her body and spirit
He fell from the higher realms into this realm
To join in with her shadow
And perform the Ritual of The First Dance on mankind



The waist was gyrating in a rhythm any serpentine princesses would envy
She was thrusting her hands up into the ether
Her etheric body conjuring up the ultimate jungle roar of power
Her mate to-be was surely bound to notice this challenge to his dominance instincts
And so he came to face her in the dance...



That dance that gave us that African shamanic ritual
That dance that aroused life in all - to dance to the drum
That dance, oozing with arcane delights and promises of sexual union
That dance, that only ritual, in which the powers of the One Law,
Couple in that blissful marriage of wills, to channel man to his divine realms
In that dance of creation...
That dance, that revelation of the substance of the One.

And so, with the Spirit of the One upon me,
I let go of my fears, and dancing in unison with Babalon
Was blessed with our first moonschild-
Putting into motion, the path that'd return me to the higher realms.


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mystical psychedelic soundscape from Minds of Infinity.
magical art courtesy of ravaneli

Of Pure Magical Love

Selfish, but cooperative-
A strategically optimal game of desires and manipulation.
Pure love is occult.

Satisfies by creating lasting needs
Whose satisfaction nullifies the premises.
Hunger persists love, abundance kills it.

Unknown, evasive and possibly lost
The alchemy of man's greatest emotion
Uses constraint as its potent potion
Pure love is in the withdraw, the loss of it.

Instinctive and natural,
But we've lost its essence-
It's not in a ring nor social contract
We've become slaves to something else.

In the realm of the beast is lust
In the realm of the divine is love
A beast yet divine, Man Is
In the realm of reason, we must love and lust
It's the evolutionary means to last
Pure love lusts and lasts.



Starvation, Suggestion, Seduction, Submission, and Sex
Basic, instinctive, supreme tools for powerful, lasting magical love.

Marriage is Bullshit
Mere breeding is Bullshit
Pure Love is Magical
And can't be suppressed unto death...


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The magical art from DrStyles

Real Phobia

If you must protect yourself
If you must decide which phobias knock on your door
If you must have a real foe
Fear the man
Fear the man that uses Science
Fear the man that uses Science Against You.



The True Sorcerer
The True Magician
The True Devil
Is a Beast
of Exact Science


All your other phobias
All your other phobias are Illusions
Your Imagination
By an exact natural science
Is your greatest enemy


Now you know
Now you know your foe
Victory is nigh


A brave new race
A fearless man is Nigh


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The Exceptional Art from Hobbitato

Slaves of a System

You are dependent, You have sacrificed
Your freedom
Money money money money
Money being the diamond-strong yoke of our day
By money we are born, by money we die
Such blindness that's made us volunteer our souls into the arms of the beast.
But a day of sunshine there is for those
Who realizing their ominous day, exercise their will and bile to finally let go-
Freedom awaits those few souls that shall live life for its own sake
The strength of the yoke overcome by the omnipotence of simply letting go.
All your gospels having been transformed to sell you into slavery! But here's your secret-
Do what thou will - that shall be the whole of the law
And alone shall it bring you ultimate freedom
Focus on that which you truly love, and pursue it to its utmost perfection
The paper out of the way, purse everything as if it was its own reward
Die if you must die, live if life it should be!
That alone shall be the way of the omnipotent adept - the one that shall steer free of
Invented chains, and having beaten the system, become its controller - not wanted but wanted
Welcome to the doors of ultimate occult truth, enter legions of the one true will.