New Behemoth Video “Messe Noire”, H. R. Giger Tribute, Includes Sharon of Toxic Vision

Excellent. I love Giger (pronounced btw Geeger in German) and had one of his original large books. Love the videos but Sharon’s works are truly scary. Reblogging and sending to my Quiphothic Magickian friends in Pittsburgh.

Metal Gaia

“I believe in Satan
Who rend both heavens and earth
And in the Antichrist
His dearly misbegotten
The anguish ov our future
A Bastard spawned from lie
Born ov a harlot nun
Reign high in luxury
Aloft the kings ov man”

– Messe Noire Lyrics

Behemoth’s grim new video is a tribute to the Swiss surrealist H. R. Giger.

Giger is most famous for his role in the award winning visuals of the film Alien. He was named to the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame in 2013. Giger is well known for his depiction of human bodies and machines in a cold, interconnected (and often sexual) relationship. His works primarily feature nightmarish, demonic and alienesque landscapes.

The music video above is inspired by Giger’s surreal style, with its focus on large demonic doors, as well as Sharon’s attachment to an occult and demonic machine that drains her blood. The story…

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Grief of an Akhu Venerator.

Mystical Bewilderment

and in that moment
the weight of the unshed tears
became too much for
one grieving heart to bear

– Untitled Grief by Satsekhem

I have been trying to write this entry for nearly two months now. But every time I sit down with the intention of writing it, whatever I want to say seems incredibly foolhardy. Here I am, someone who tends graves and works extensively with the akhu and I can’t write a damn thing that doesn’t sound like some shitty fable about grief. The thing is that I’m a liar and a fool. I want to talk about grief and how it’s effected my since the death of my Sweet Pea, and how it relates to my work with the akhu, but I have to be completely honest. I don’t deal with grief very well. I never have and as time goes by, I sometimes wonder…

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A Few Days in the Life of an Appalachian Witch – 17-19 March 2015

18 March (4) 18 March (5)

Above – AmerIndian Artifacts which will be Repatriated

to the People of the Tribes of their Ancestors

Below – Photos from around the White Black Haus, der Hexen Haus and der Red Lodge

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Ah the good ole days…….

Le Messe Noire

My Favourite Blogger – Metal Gaia

Metal Gaia with AR15

Morticia Addams

Morticia Addams 13

Au revoir mon ami sorcière peut-être dans une vie future

Telsa RIP 31 Jan 2014 (2)


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Warrior Woman from Metal Gaia’s Blog

Woman Sword BW

Blessings, and if not, then skillful weapons fight…..

“A Dream Within A Dream” Poem – Edgar Allen Poe (1850)

Metal Gaia


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Liber Qayin — the Black, Red and White Books of Lilitu/Lilith – from American Folkloric Witchcarft

I can’t rebogg this since it is an MS blogspot

But here are images from the blog and the a link to it. Enjoy !




The Message of Goddess Fortuna

What a fantastic post and fascinating dream from Valentina. Thanks for sharing and i am going to reblog it, and may Dame Fortune shine upon All of us. Blessed Be!

Valentina's Reflections

I live a life of devotion. I love my Gods. Sometimes they talk to me in my dreams.  Since today is a very auspicious day, dated 12-13-14, I thought it appropriate to finally post a dream conversation I had with the Goddess Fortuna.  This is a re-post from my old Mindsay blog.  So posting this again, I hope, will bring you a great message, and us both wonderful luck.  Enjoy!

On the night of September 3rd 2009, I dreamed about the Roman Goddess Fortune (also known as Dame Fortuna).  The following is posted directly from my private handwritten dream journal.

“I am not Lady Luck,” she smiled, dressed in jewel encrusted red velvet and gold (as if she just stepped out of an Italian Renaissance painting) her hair colored amber honey, tied up in braids with ribbons of gold — real gold that shimmered like tinsel. Looking at her… she…

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Thoughts on Death and Burial from The Wild Hunt Blog

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Photo Copyright 2014 GLHoke

I am waaaayyyy behind in reading and responding to blog posts, but thought this one important both personally and in relation to the upcoming All Hallows and Day of the Dead celebrations and rituals.

Thoughts on Death and Burial from The Wild Hunt

Boy is Autumn coming on fast up here in the upper mid Appalachians.

Little Buffalo Festival 4 Oct 2014 (20)

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The London Necropolis Company: A One Way Ticket to Ride

My comment – “Love it and a lot of research for someone who hates graveyards and is scared of ghosts and things that go bump in the night, LOL. BTW “mortus quies vivis salus” according to google translate means “rest assured the safety of the living dead”. The Living Dead? Sounds more like they were transporting vampires! Wow ride with the dead pretending to be mourners for cheaper rides. I’m surprised some didn’t hide in coffins. So Death in the form of the Blitzkrieg killed the Death Train. Great sources as always and will have to check them out later, but until then i am Definitely reblogging this one as you know i too have No knowledge of death at all….. Ave Ghede and Brigit”

The Haunted Palace

Entrance to the London Necropolis Company's cemetery station c1890.  Source unknown. Entrance to the London Necropolis Company’s cemetery station c1890. Source unknown.

Readers of this blog might have guessed that I have a bit of a fancy for graveyards and the macabre…surely not I, hear you say!  In my opinion, the Victorian’s definitely had the edge when it came to eccentric and OTT funerary practices.  The London Necropolis Company with its railway service was a prime example of how the Victorian’s used a modern technology to revolutionise funerals for rich and poor alike.

A surplus of bodies

Skull and crossbones Image by Lenora

London in the nineteenth century was a burgeoning industrial and commercial centre, attracting in-comers from all over the country and the empire.  Between 1801 – 1851 the population pretty much doubled.  With this increase in the living, there came also in increase in the dying and soon London’s limited burial grounds were packed to overflowing.  Reuse of burial plots resulted in…

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