A Gift for the Abyss

The quickening silence onset in the dank hours of midsummer’s heat, then before dawn. A single arm slipped through the black plush comforter, and sought out the unblemished curvatures of the disrobed counterparts with surgically executed barbarism of the erotic…

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The [O]ther-Guy

It could have been Carroll. There’s a lot of circumstantial and damning evidence to suggest that it certainly was. A figure that fits the bill way more than Bray. However, going by Myatt’s autobiographical writings, which we are assuming is…

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The Real Anton Long?

For those who have read Myatt’s autobiographical writings, are familiar with the geography, personalities of the time and the general lay-of-the-land regarding post-Crowleyan English Magick, it’s quite clear that he’s referring to a specific person when alluding to who Anton…

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The Yellow Sign

‘Seeing Him is evidence of seeing Him‘ As I take my regular sojourn into the nearby woods, which I have named “Jotunheim” for the old Norse place of primordial horrors, I see foliage daubed in hues of gold and brown…

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