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Politics, Mature and taboo => Political Pundits => Topic started by: El on December 23, 2017, 09:12:43 AM
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he stupid, it burns: Conservative Christians worry that feminists are placing powerful “hexes” on President Donald Trump.
Always superstitious and gullible, fearful conservative Christians worry that feminists are using black magic to sabotage the Trump administration.
Feeding the gullible Christians, conservative website Breitbart reports on “the rise of feminist witchcraft,” noting:
Following President Trump’s inauguration, witches, covens, and even A-list celebrities started to hex the president with frequent “spells.”
The article, written by Breitbart tech reporter Charlie Nash, claims that the terms “witch” and “feminist” have now become synonymous.
Earlier this week Nash appeared on Breitbart’s daily radio program to defend his bizarre and silly conspiracy theory, breathlessly claiming that there are “groups of people who are actually trying to hex the president.”
On the program Nash tried to explain his crackpot conspiracy theory, noting:
You’ve got the basic things like the Etsy stores, the Witchsy stores, where they link feminist issues with witchcraft and Wicca and there’s other kind of occult symbols, but then you also have these groups of people who are actually trying to hex the president.
Nash went on to elaborate possible reasons for the “feminist” conspiracy:
Firstly, it creates an almost—a sense of sisterhood. They have these other women which they can kind of get together and have a weird time with. Secondly, I think it scares religious people. Obviously, a lot of these people are atheistic. They like to wind up the Christians. And thirdly, I think they also have a kind of—they feel like they have a connection to the persecuted women of the Salem witch trials. They look at these women and see them as kind of as victims of patriarchy, almost.
When asked if he believed Trump was bringing about “some sort of a rise in occultism,” Nash answered:
It’s definitely a reality that occultism is becoming an increasing thing under Trump.
Bottom line: Fueled by Breitbart conspiracy theories, conservative Christians worry feminists are using witchcraft to destroy Trump.
Obvious bias is obvious, but having grown up around fundies, I fully believe this isn't just a couple of crazy people. This is the kind of shit they would actually take seriously.
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We aren't.
...but some are probably telling them that just to fuck with their paranoid asses. :angel:
Telling a gossipy conservative Christian that your a Wiccan or hanging a pentagram near the door is like spraying DEET all around the house...and it's cheaper than digging a moat. :zoinks:
Many are not the brightest crayons in the box and really do take that shit seriously.
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Etsy stores and sisterhood, oh noes!
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Obvious bias is obvious. Pointing out the Progressives going to strange and crazy means to oust President Trump's NOT saying that there is a genuine fear that these means are going to work. It is NOT saying that reporting that wackos in the Progressive movements are associated with Progressivism or that they are Wiccans or that they are doing spells, is akin to fearing it....is it? It is also not to say that in reporting this that most Conservatives or most Christians fear this. It does certainly not mean that SOME Christian will believe that this IS something to be feared.
But maybe we can agree that some Fundamentalist Christians are believers of hexes and Some Fundamentalist Wiccans believe in spells and hexes and other bullshit. It is NOT saying that Christians generally or Conservatives generally or that Wiccans generally fall into some concept of Breitbart is Conservative outlet and so reporting this means that they and their readership fear spells that some people they report on cast at President Trump (even if a small minority may in fact actually fear that).
Of course, if you were completely biased you could come to that assessment, but then obvious bias is obvious, right?
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The friend of mine who commented on this said she knew a small group of people who had in fact tried to hex Trump, I think on the inauguration day? :laugh:
Of all the horrible shit in the news about religion + politics, it was nice to get a little breath of fresh air that was just ridiculous and hilarious.
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The friend of mine who commented on this said she knew a small group of people who had in fact tried to hex Trump, I think on the inauguration day? :laugh:
Of all the horrible shit in the news about religion + politics, it was nice to get a little breath of fresh air that was just ridiculous and hilarious.
I believe he's still in the freezer with a few others. (Wiccan freezer spell)
Do I believe in it?
No, not actually.
Does it make me feel better?
Yep. :lol1:
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It makes you feel better to cast make believe spells that you do not believe in? I will not say how it sounds.
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It's a better move than hacking the election. :M
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It makes you feel better to cast make believe spells that you do not believe in? I will not say how it sounds.
Ask me if I give a shit. :wanker:
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It makes you feel better to cast make believe spells that you do not believe in? I will not say how it sounds.
Ask me if I give a shit. :wanker:
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Etsy stores and sisterhood, oh noes!
Last year I filled more than half my Christmas list off etsy. That place has some craftmatical geniuses. :2thumbsup:
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What is etsy?
And if feminist witches ARE hexing trump....they can't be very competent witches. If they were then they wouldn't have to do it repeatedly and often. They'd just sacrifice a black cockerel or whatever they do, and have him drop dead on the spot.
And in any case what need is there to curse the guy. He is his OWN curse. He doesn't need help to end up a trainwreck, because he's already there past the point of no return. Who needs to curse a guy that was born a failure and who looks like david dixon given a bad spray tan, force-fed carrots and melons until his stomach almost burst then cooked in a microwave, if he had a bastard child with boris johnson and been born anally rather than vaginally. His mother and father cursed him pretty bad the very moment one stuck their dick in the other's twat.
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What is etsy?
And if feminist witches ARE hexing trump....they can't be very competent witches. If they were then they wouldn't have to do it repeatedly and often. They'd just sacrifice a black cockerel or whatever they do, and have him drop dead on the spot.
It doesn't work that way. Even with those that identify as satanists instead of wiccan or pagan.
Only in the movies, or with kids that normally don't know any better.
Those sneaky Catholics are far more likely to sacrifice chickens... and serve them with gravy and mashed potatoes. :zoinks:
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What is etsy?
It's a selling/shopping website, but a lot of the things on there are handmade. :orly: This Christmas I only bought one thing from there, but the Christmas before I bought a few clocks that were made from repurposed circuit boards and hard drives. They were really unique and my family are geeks, so they were well received. :thumbup:
Here's the website.
https://www.etsy.com/
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I KNOW that, IQ. I was just being flippant. I've read a fair bit about both wicca, and the left hand path, LaVeyan satanism, order of the golden dawn, etc. I've even got an antique grimoire somewhere.
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...I've even got an antique grimoire somewhere.
8)
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What is etsy?
And if feminist witches ARE hexing trump....they can't be very competent witches. If they were then they wouldn't have to do it repeatedly and often. They'd just sacrifice a black cockerel or whatever they do, and have him drop dead on the spot.
It doesn't work that way. Even with those that identify as satanists instead of wiccan or pagan.
Only in the movies, or with kids that normally don't know any better.
Those sneaky Catholics are far more likely to sacrifice chickens... and serve them with gravy and mashed potatoes. :zoinks:
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TY IQ.
Got an old, fabric bound surface, old, yellowing pages, not sure how old it is, but it covers subjects like the elementals of earth, air, fire and water, referred to as things like dwarves, salamanders etc., as well as scrying, angelic magic, necromancy, demonology, complete with the names and ranks of the demons, demon dukes, princes, kings, lords of hell etc. as well as enochian magic of Dee, earth magick, air-magick, fire- and water-nymph-summoning/control magickal practices, magick based on numerology, various summonings and banishing rituals.
Got it at a knockdown price, about £9-10 maybe at most £12. Quite a bargain IMO.
(yeah, I know, I know, I have a rather eclectic library, everything from programming in C++, dephi, to Anton Szandor LaVey's 'the satanic bible' and his 'The Satanic Rituals', the grimoire, to books on computer hacking and cracking, to books on chemistry and folders full of chemistry, pharmacology, and biology research paper printouts; Vladimir Kren and Ladislav Cvak's 'The Genus Claviceps', a book which is more or less the bible when it comes to Ergot (Clavicipitaceous fungi) to centuries-old physicians medical training and knowledge books. A textbush of medical immunology, books on wicca, wilderness survival manuals, a copy of the BNF. And EVEN works of fiction!! like warhammer 40k novels. (I admit it, I do read fiction, sometimes. Preferably warhammer/warhammer 40k, including fan-written stories, as long as they are good ones. And X-com fanfic, since I'm a HUGE fan of the X-com series videogames. I grew up with the ones in the early '90s)
But I have read other fiction. Like lord of the rings, the hobbit, the silmarillion and some other fiction. Although much of my library is devoted to other topics. It is..well....a bit different. Although I have to admit, I like it. Even some of the fiction. A lot of it got left behind by the former housemate, the psycho fucking hellbitch I kicked out, because she tried to gut me with a samurai sword, along with a whole host of other shitstirring, thieving and generally being a delusional, bipolar, borderline, false-rape-crying-on-multiple-people fucking cunt-isms. After I kicked the fuck out of her and then kicked her out to the curb with nothing but the clothing on her back and her asthma inhaler thrown at her. (I wish I hadn't even given her that much. Given a second time round, I'd have taken the leather trench the former BF she cried rape on bought her, because I've only got two, maybe three that are full-length, as well as 4 smaller, waist-length leathers, two of them really, really tight, intended for young girls, because I love the way they squeeze like fuck when they are zipped up, after I stop sucking in my waist and breath out again (spazz pressure thing) and a leather bomber jacket that is nice and heavy and comfy, especially worn over one of the tiny mini-jackets, that for a male my size are more like skin-tight jumpsuits with zips on. And I could have used another, so I should have taken that from her too). I never gave her the books back...I forgot. Not that I was in much of a hurry, and gave all the kiddy-ones to charity. At least all the ones I've so far rooted out.
Although I did get a complete (at the time of those issued when the hellbitch got the boot) set of Jim Butcher's 'the dresden files' as well as his 'Codex Alera', all of them) and those I most certainly did not return. Still got 'em, and for fiction, actually they are quite good, especially the dresden files. The only way I'd have given those to her back would be on temporary loan. In the form of my twatting her in the face with them haha. (she really, REALLY was a total cunt, and I should have slit her throat when I had the chance. And for that matter so ought have her parents, the obstetrician assisting with the birth, whilst the nurses held the newborn hellbitch down and cut off her arms and legs with a blunt scalpel last used on a HIV patient with the ebola virus, and after that, each and every person to walk past her worthless fucking oversized arse down the street. There are bitches, and then there are bitches. And then there is my former housemate. If she had four more nipples she'd be a double-superfucking-hellbitch :autism:
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If some of the items in that grimoire weren't confined to the distant past, and now not to be found, I might just be tempted to put a hex or two on that orangutanesque mitotic catastrophy.
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I only just noticed you spoke about hexes. Do you believe in them?
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I was largely being facetious, FWM. I am certainly interested in knowledge of the beliefs of various groups, but that does not mean that I myself am one of any such group. Even if I did, there are items in that grimoire that at the time of its being written, could be bought, such as some kind of 'red-stone' I forget the exact name, from any pharmacy. Now such an item just could not be found, its too old to be an object to be found in modern society.
Thus even if I did, it would be impractical. And besides, one shouldn't call up what one cannot also put down again, if you see what I mean there.
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I only just noticed you spoke about hexes. Do you believe in them?
I do.
I've got sheets of paper filled with them.
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I only just noticed you spoke about hexes. Do you believe in them?
I do.
I've got sheets of paper filled with them.
I don’t get it.
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I only just noticed you spoke about hexes. Do you believe in them?
Not sure, let's just say I enjoy happy coincidences when they occur...if they do, and sometimes they have.
Some kids where taught how to say the rosary, not to chew the wafer, and not to drink the grape juice like a shot of whiskey after confession.
They drag themselves to church later in life not out of the strength of their beliefs, but more to embrace the memories of days gone and in keeping a tradition.
I was taught binding spells and how to burn things in a cauldron...the memories of that where good ones.
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Do you still do any of that stuff except the freezer spells?
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I only just noticed you spoke about hexes. Do you believe in them?
I do.
I've got sheets of paper filled with them.
I don’t get it.
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Do you still do any of that stuff except the freezer spells?
On occasion I do. No bad stuff, I follow the rule of three (wicca), I burn mostly lists of things or feelings I would like to let go of, or things I would like to see come into my life.
The thing IMO that I find most helpful/comforting about that isn't really the ritual but the fact that it makes you slow down and really think about the things you want and don't want in life.
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The ritual burning of lists of things one wishes to let go IMO is valid. It is not magick, rather, it is a practical application of the science of psychology.
And I have, in my younger days, practiced magick, including some things from that grimoire. Including some rather....dark things....And some odd stuff happened twice. In that once, I did a ritual curse, something very, very dark indeed, this was not wicca, this was, I admit, some of the nastiest stuff you'd ever come across, now of course I cannot be sure there was cause and effect related to the ritual of the cursing, but, it was done, a nasty little ritual, directed against somebody hated.
The guy ended up very soon after finding himself with a cancer, and then soon died afterwards.
The other, was a summoning ritual and I did feel something, fighting against attempts to control, I felt a force present. And it was not something I could put down again for good, only restrain it severely.
Same place was used for both rituals, the curse was done first. And the thing summoned, it felt evil. And it WAS something known as evil, more experimental than ever directed to perform a task.
Now, the really fucked up shit, was that when a group of friends came there with me to explore, the same old, abandoned mansion this was done in and scavenge for useful items (the place had had a fire on the ground floor but the rest of everything was untouched, all the upper floors, even found a bag of weed and some valium there once, heh, looked like the owners had got the fuck out in a hurry and never came back)
There was a young girl there, amongst others, and none of these people ever knew that I'd done this stuff, bar a couple I told AFTER that I'd done such things. This particular young girl, age about 13yo, she took on a deep, deep, deep MALE voice, that I doubt she could have spoken in, very, very old, very deep, stentorian, gravelly voice. After going to a specific site in the grounds, she spoke in this voice, the words 'touched by another, forever be mine'. And was thrown bodily through the air. Nobody touched her physically, I was there. She went from a standing start, through the air like a ball struck with a bat. Thankfully it was in the grounds, as she approached the place, after speaking those words. I am still certain that at her age and size she could not physically have spoken in the way she did with female vocal chords at her age. I just don't think it would be biologically a thing she could have done. And she knew NOTHING of the fact that rituals of any kind had been performed there. Let alone that there was a potential bound entity possibly still present. The 'aura' of the place turned black as hell, everybody was getting shit up, including a trio of wiccan girls. They too did not know that I had been doing things there, twice. Not until we separated later, after making a rapid exit. They had been there before, these three, at the time close friends of mine, one my GF, and later, older of the two girls I'd been engaged to. Thankfully my younger, first fiancee, the just about 14yo one, she never went there, before or after I'd done anything bar exploration, I never took her near the place and never would have either, not after seeing the shit that went down there.
This 13yo girl's eyes rolled back in her head, until the whites of her eyes and blood vessels were showing before speaking those words in a voice she couldn't possibly have spoken in, a deep, deep male bass voice, a gravelly, grating, slow voice, that would be very deep even for an adult man of some age with a naturally very low voice. Somehow had a feeling of immense age to the sentence. Then she snapped out of it, and went flying like she had been hit with a bat big enough to fire a human like a fucking golf ball. Thankfully she was not injured physically, just badly shit up. And when I asked her what the fuck what she said meant, she had no idea she'd even said those words.
We never went back. And the wiccan girls, they freaked when told, in the sense of 'you did WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK there Lestat? fucking hell you didn't, please tell me you didn't call on that?' turning bloody pale when they were later told about just some of the things that had been done, even some purely experimental stuff. And about what was bound there. The place was demolished soon after and turned into a block of flats, after being razed to the ground. They said they felt things, as did some other friends, quite a few, who had nothing to do with magick, didn't believe in it or practice it or anything other than watch horror movies perhaps, they all were on edge round there, people fighting, attacking each other for no provocation, and remembering nothing of it, stopping instantly once dragged away from the boundary walls of the place.
They all felt something dark, corruption, nasty. Which pretty much fits in with what, in my much, much younger days, I had called upon. Not elementals, daemonic entities, things listed in that grimoire as some of the lower-ranking things from the abyss.
(I had at least that much sense, as to experiment on the book calling only on some of the most minor entities listed, save for one, one more powerful, according to the book, and specializing in vengeance, the one I petitioned to bring ruin upon the person hated)
And the same one later bound to do no harm to those who would come there. Although I hadn't the knowledge to find a way to force it to be dispelled entirely and sent back to that place from whence it was called up. Only to bind it. Using the grimoire, as well as wiccan binding rituals, called in some help from some wiccan friends, and we did our best. Although after that incident, with people going berserkirgang (not joking, really, seriously not fucking about. I had to knock a friend to the ground with a punch to stop him trying to choke a friend to death. Small guy, lifting a big fucker up by the throat, when he shouldn't have even been able to move him, let alone pick hip up as if he were a rag doll. Kid had murder in his eyes, damned if he didn't)
And they couldn't just have been faking it and putting it on, because they had no knowledge whatsoever of what had been attempted or done in there. Never told a word of it to any of them. Only the wiccans, later, AFTER these things took place, for help in if not dispelling the thing called upon, and a nasty thing at that, a strong, vicious thing from...down south, you might say. Very, very far down south, and I'm not talking bloody london, if not ridding the place of the corruption, then binding it harder still than I had done or at least attempted.
I am to this day, still not sure about it. That book has remained in my library, I got it at a cheap price, I got the feeling the wiccan shop wanted rid of it as soon as possible even buying it. But I haven't ever tried to use it again. Read it, sure, but never used it in a practical sense, only read through it.
The guy the thing was sent after, not long after, he contracted cancer. So did members of his family.
Have I blood on my hands for the things done there? I don't know. I honestly don't. But I cannot rule it out.
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@ Calandale: Ahhh.
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Do you still do any of that stuff except the freezer spells?
On occasion I do. No bad stuff, I follow the rule of three (wicca), I burn mostly lists of things or feelings I would like to let go of, or things I would like to see come into my life.
The thing IMO that I find most helpful/comforting about that isn't really the ritual but the fact that it makes you slow down and really think about the things you want and don't want in life.
That’s true, writing down what you really want, and being specific about it is actually quite hard. You have to get really specific and what you have written down afterwards changes so much after what you first wrote.
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I get what you mean.
I forget the word, I think it was in a gaelic dialect that an old friend used, who went to the place to help me lay down further binding rituals on the place and the thing called. But the two who came with me described feeling 'like a tsunami, a wave, only crawling, oily and thick, black and greasy made up of screaming human faces', thick, cloying, like the smell of burning grease or fat. Like something that at once moved like lightening in speed, but at the same time, slow, oozing, crawling, swamping the senses.
Someone I brought in who was into astral projection, after binding this fucker as best we could, tried and pulled back with tears in their eyes, poor fucker was shaking like she'd just seen her own family raped and killed by a knifeman. She tried to do this projection thing of hers, and pulled out fast, like, spent time preparing, although not looking too happy about it, despite being willing to try and help us in a joint effort, but she, after her preparations, was out like a gunshot's sonic crack looking like she had just been dragged through hell. Literally. She wouldn't speak of it to us, she wouldn't talk about it, never did. Just wanted us to help her to her feet and get the fuck out of there, and then stay close with her, after closing a circle together with the blades we used as athames (mine was an old wwI or WWII rifle bayonet, wish I still had it. Pigs took it. Although I did cleanse it with salt, water, earth, air and fire, finally, aether (what one would call spirit, not the chemical ether, aether, the intangible fifth element of binding being, if that makes sense) before using it as my ceremonial blade, given it was a military blade, old shortsword-style, about a foot long, double edged, wooden handle type bayonet, so had likely taken lives. It needed cleansing before ever being used, because of its origin and likely uses.
I haven't practiced anything in a long time, although I still read up. That...thing..though. Something the fuck was up in that place afterwards. People use to go there to party, teen groups we never knew or had owt to do with. Never saw ANYONE go in to that place after calling up what I called up. Over the wall, yes. But straight back out again, going to find somewhere else to get drunk. Not once did I ever see anyone go there and stay there, even after the binding. I reckon, assuming such a thing did indeed get called up, that it was bound, but not banished. Not for want of attempting to do so. But there was a feeling of 'this is a STRONG force, and blacker than darkness. Stygian, chaos, virulence, crawling, vile, and yes, I would use the word 'Evil', with a capital fucking 'E'. You think I'd go back to those flats and try explain why I wanted in, carrying a blade, black candles with drops of my blood in them and carvings in other alphabets of various sigils, salt and pure rainwater pre-blessed, saying, hey, can I come in for a moment, I'm sorry to bother you but there is potentially something heinous and vile, called up from somewhere you don't even want to speak of or think about, hanging around, and have you ever wondered why for so much of the time, those flats had 'for sale/to let' signs on them? well I'd stick to wondering because you don't want to know the answer to your question, and I am that answer'
Somehow, FWM, I have a distinct feeling that if there were tenants at the time, the likely response would be 'no you can't come in now get the fuck out of here before I call the cops and tell them there is a fucking black magick practitioner with a short sword strapped to his belt carrying a book full of very evil things at my doorstep, armed and dangerous'
Or, if I'd gotten the friends together, a bloody coven at their doorstep.
Would YOU have let me in, if you were a little old lady living in some nice new flats coming with a free filthy swamping, oily, crawling necrosis-made flesh-composed slew of screaming human faces?
The others, some were more experienced light practitioners than I, by a fair shot, and the way they reacted when they went up and tried anything...gives me the creeps, makes my skin crawl even thinking about it now. And this was a decade ago at least. Whatever the hell that thing was, it was, is, an abomination. A filthy, awful, soiled, repugnant, diseased chaos-diarrhea turd antithesis of all that is good and wholesome in this or any other world. Complete with the cloud of black, bloated flies that accompanies your average physical turd, only...worse than flies. Far, far worse, even the tiny minor little things they would be individually. A foul stench almost, filled that place after some of that ritual work I did there.
The grimoire, it covers good and neutral magickal workings, practices too. But it also contains some of the blackest of the black, and the truly foul. And the thing called upon, it wasn't angelic, thats for fucking certain. Made the building feel sick and weak and ill. Like it was sapping the vitality of the place, and people who would go in it for any length of time, especially if they tried deliberately to make a connection to it. The poor astral projection girl, shit, she looked like she was going into shock from blood loss. Did the best we could to make the atmosphere happy and comforting, our company and friendship, etc. when we helped her get out of there physically.
Shit, even if I COULD get permission to just go back in there and do what I felt like....there ain't no fucking way I'd go near the place. Not after some of what happened.
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Oh it wasn't a wiccan shop. They typically sell all white arts stuff, difficult even to find a readymade black candle that isn't just a cheap piece'o'shit layer of black wax on a white candle. Which I find hypocritical at best if one WERE to want to engage in such practices, I should think any self-respecting perdition-spawn would be outright offended if called in a circle made of black candles white on the inside, LOL.
And don't worry FWM, I left out the details. Aside from the basics, and the target dying of cancer not long after. But yes, that was some very, very, very dark material in that book. I still have it as part of my library of many things, my own personal book-emporium. I'd be damn surprised if a wicca store would even allow that book in stock, the things in it you'd shudder if you read some of it. Hell I would. Not at first, but after actually employing some of the ritual material in the blacker parts of the book. That was, just as you describe, the blackest of dark. It was crawling with evil. And the worst part of it, was that BA entity, it WASN'T bloodthirsty. No, not at all. It was an unquenchable, ever-hunger for suffering, for slow torture, for misery and pain. Bloodthirsty, would just be happy with ripping somebody to little pieces with a thrown tray of knives in a horror movie. This thing was worse than I've ever seen in any horror movie. I'll never forget the words growled in that gravelly, deep bass toned voice, from a 13 (just about) year old girl 'touched by another, forever be MINE!', as though the words weren't coming from her mouth, but being ripped from the air using her mouth as a way to vomit it forth out into the world. She didn't know the place had been used. Shit, she didn't even remember saying those words. I can still picture it now, in my head, the way she snarled and shrieked and shat those words forth, vomited them up from god doesn't even WANT to know where. No good deity anyway. I don't know to this day how a girl with her normal voice, could physically shape those sounds with a female barely teenage larynx and vocal cords. It was vicious, oily and at the same time, hollow and slow, despite the speed they were voiced and spat out like a mouthful of diseased, mouldy clotting rancid milk accidentally gulped. There was an eerieness to it, an echoing, slow, mournfulness yet delighting in virulence.
Only way I can describe it, aside from haunting, which seems too blase' about it, is Arch-Vile. And I mean to make no reference to the hell-being from the 'DOOM' series of videogames. Arch Vile, is the best wording I can think of that fits what she said. Or what was said with her. Not said BY her, but said WITH her. As if picking up a tool and using it, like a rusty chisel to strike sparks from flint rocks. And at the worst part of the same time, with a touch of her feminine young voice to it.
Creepy. As. All. Fuck. If you'd heard it, at the time, you'd never forget it, and you'd want to be sick at the sound of it. At one and the same time, with a melody to it and with a brutish grunted, coughed-up, vomited forth ruptured abscess full of hatred, as if playing a violin strung with human sinews with a bow made from the rotting scaly hide of a puff adder which had died from slow, painful disease resulting in its having starved to death.
I still can't forget it. I doubt I ever will. And yet afterwards the girl herself, she just kept walking on, after pausing, at least until later when she was thrown through the air, as if someone had picked her up by the throat and chucked her like a casually tossed snowball, she paused briefly to 'speak' those words, honeyed with the produce of a beehive fed upon the nectar of hemlock and aconite, and dripping with venom and pus, then carried on walking, as if nothing had happened. Like I'd asked her 'what the fuck did you just say' and she turned round, looked at me as if I'd lost the plot, since she hadn't said anything at all.
I might have to get it out just to have another read of it though, now I'm reminded of it. The book, I mean.
Lets just say though that no, your bloody well right I don't plan on putting that....that THING into use again. Certainly not that entity. Lets just say there are things that one should or can freely do on Samhain, and some that you really fucking shouldn't. Pretty sure you've guessed precisely which category that working falls into.
IIRC the girl, that was one year after, again on Samhain night. And you'll never have seen somebody research bindings and restraining of things without bodies so sodding fast in your life before. Or after :P
For something (the book) as unusual, and from the smell of the paper, the look and feel of the bindings (of the book) quite old, the low price tag was, looking back, with hindsight, rather conspicuous, although it wasn't at the time.
As for whether its ended...I don't know. All I know is that everbody I knew then with any experience in the left hand path, or wiccans, both coming together, all to bind that thing, the thing that I would know now as the Arch-Vile, by feeling of its nature, the thing that defies all my logical, scientific knowledge from the chain of events post its being called upon and directed to perform a task (and at that a bloody bad one that I shouldn't have), yeah, that'll do it. It isn't It's Name, bloody buggery no, I don't know what is, and I don't WANT to know what its true personal name is (if something that is not a person can have a personal name.), at least, the Name that applies to It and It alone, that I don't know or wish to ever hear spoken by anybody who does.
But for short, as a reference point, 'the Arch Vile' fits as good as any. Feels like it fits evil like a well worn leather jacket. Hell is comfy in the term, like a pair of Tartarus's favourite well-worn-in boots.