Myth is not prehistory; it is timeless reality, which repeats itself in history. — Ernst Jünger, The Forest Passage  (via selbstvergessen)

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Hypocrisy

So fucking powerful.

can’t get over this

Shit..

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Reblog if you listen to atmospheric, ambient, and depressive black metal.

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I want to see how many people have good taste in music on here

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Well apparently today is my tumblr’s 3rd birthday.  So I shall take a moment to thank all 336 followers I have at the moment for following me, all the people who reblog my shit, like my shit, and everyone who actually gives a shit.
So um yeah, thanks….

The Fall of Jericho from the View of a Canaanite Child:
Picture it: You’re a little girl playing in your family’s small courtyard with your little brother and you’ve been warned not to leave. Mama went off to fetch water at the well but she hasn’t returned, father is busy being a brave soldier on the city wall. You hear adults in the distance shouting and rushing around and suddenly you hear trumpets going off in the distance followed by a roaring sound and screams. You don’t know what’s happening or why. You are terrified, frozen in place for what seems like an eternity when suddenly a big man with a bronze sword runs at you and your brother and suddenly there’s blood everywhere and your brother screams but stops suddenly when the sword jams through his neck and the sword moves again in a flash and you don’t see it but suddenly you look down as your guts spill out onto your feet with a warm wet plop and you fall down in the most pain you’ve ever had and you feel cold all of a sudden and you hear the screams and crashes and and you look over and look into your brother’s lifeless eyes looking back at you but everything’s getting fuzzy and it’s hard to stay awake….

The Fall of Jericho from the View of a Canaanite Child:

Picture it: You’re a little girl playing in your family’s small courtyard with your little brother and you’ve been warned not to leave. Mama went off to fetch water at the well but she hasn’t returned, father is busy being a brave soldier on the city wall.
You hear adults in the distance shouting and rushing around and suddenly you hear trumpets going off in the distance followed by a roaring sound and screams. You don’t know what’s happening or why. You are terrified, frozen in place for what seems like an eternity when suddenly a big man with a bronze sword runs at you and your brother and suddenly there’s blood everywhere and your brother screams but stops suddenly when the sword jams through his neck and the sword moves again in a flash and you don’t see it but suddenly you look down as your guts spill out onto your feet with a warm wet plop and you fall down in the most pain you’ve ever had and you feel cold all of a sudden and you hear the screams and crashes and and you look over and look into your brother’s lifeless eyes looking back at you but everything’s getting fuzzy and it’s hard to stay awake….

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Oh my god.

I…can’t…not…reblog….

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"Let’s make one thing clear; the world you live in is hollow. It is plain and simple and contains only matter that, in itself, does not possess anything of lasting value. The only way to create something of dignity and true beauty in this world is by looking beyond its borders, to search outside of the mundane and enter into connection with that which lies beyond the safety of established form. To step into the realm of liberated wilderness, of untamed fire and of that ancient chaos for which every true and potent artist has been a mouthpiece. There is a great abyss between this world and that place; an abyss which very few are ever able to cross. But by means of magic and communication with the divine, there are ways to penetrate to that vast darkness, to that which lies beyond. To build bridges and open gate ways to that terrible and wondrous place that lies outside the borders of the world. This is the way we have chosen to look on the spiritual characteristics of our work and this is why it is divine." - Erik Danielsson of Watain in the DVD “Opus Diaboli.”

"Let’s make one thing clear; the world you live in is hollow. It is plain and simple and contains only matter that, in itself, does not possess anything of lasting value. The only way to create something of dignity and true beauty in this world is by looking beyond its borders, to search outside of the mundane and enter into connection with that which lies beyond the safety of established form. To step into the realm of liberated wilderness, of untamed fire and of that ancient chaos for which every true and potent artist has been a mouthpiece. There is a great abyss between this world and that place; an abyss which very few are ever able to cross. But by means of magic and communication with the divine, there are ways to penetrate to that vast darkness, to that which lies beyond. To build bridges and open gate ways to that terrible and wondrous place that lies outside the borders of the world. This is the way we have chosen to look on the spiritual characteristics of our work and this is why it is divine."
 - Erik Danielsson of Watain in the DVD “Opus Diaboli.”

“According to them, there are no other angels than human virtues, no other demons than the vices and sins of men. There is no hell. All creation is God in his plenitude. The angels would not have fallen if they had acted as they should have in their union with Lucifer.

“Men united with God, whom they claimed themselves to be, did not have to render honor or respect to the saints, nor to observe fasts nor similar things on the Lord’s day.

“He who is united with God can satisfy his carnal desires with impunity in any fashion, with one or the other gender, and even by reversing the roles.”
- Albertus Magnus discussing the heresies of the Brethren of the Free Spirit in “Determinatio de novo spirito” 13th Century AD

In my studies of Christian heresy I am beginning to suspect the Brethren of the Free Spirit of being  close to medieval Satanists or at least some of their more extreme members.
Today we celebrate the 238th year of the American Empire. A nation born when rich white colonialists fomented a treasonous rebellion against the Empire that demanded they actually pay taxes (rich folks don’t like paying taxes). So they cloaked their treason in the language of liberty, equality, and democracy and ultimately succeeded in the founding of their own Empire, which they built on the chattel enslavement of one race and the genocide of another.  Then when chattel slavery proved wasteful and distastefully brutal, Civil War broke out leading to the implementation of wage slavery throughout the land. This allowed unprecedented growth and riches for the aristocracy at the expense of first, the peasantry, who ended up fighting only for a more comfortable and pretty cage, and second, the environment, which today moves perilously towards catastrophic destruction.  And today we celebrate what the Empire has become: the nation with more of its people behind bars than any other nation in history both in percentage of population and in raw numbers, a nation that uses violence to solve its problems, a nation that while claiming to promote equality has become one of the most inegalitarian nations on Earth, a nation that is polarized and utterly paralyzed by paranoid reactionaries and delusional zealots with a gun fetish on the one side and a somewhat more liberal set of wishy-washy pacifists and appeasers who think that oppressors will stop oppressing if we just ask in a firm voice and pass some votes and sign petitions. All the while those sociopathic aristocrats pull the strings and keep raking in all the riches they can stuff in their pockets. 

And most of you will keep wavin that flag, keep singin that anthem, keep spoutin that pledge, even as you are robbed blind and your planet dies around you.
"Welcome to the United Snakes, Land of the thief, home of the slave, grand imperial guard, where money is sacred, and power is god."

Today we celebrate the 238th year of the American Empire. A nation born when rich white colonialists fomented a treasonous rebellion against the Empire that demanded they actually pay taxes (rich folks don’t like paying taxes). So they cloaked their treason in the language of liberty, equality, and democracy and ultimately succeeded in the founding of their own Empire, which they built on the chattel enslavement of one race and the genocide of another.
Then when chattel slavery proved wasteful and distastefully brutal, Civil War broke out leading to the implementation of wage slavery throughout the land. This allowed unprecedented growth and riches for the aristocracy at the expense of first, the peasantry, who ended up fighting only for a more comfortable and pretty cage, and second, the environment, which today moves perilously towards catastrophic destruction.
And today we celebrate what the Empire has become: the nation with more of its people behind bars than any other nation in history both in percentage of population and in raw numbers, a nation that uses violence to solve its problems, a nation that while claiming to promote equality has become one of the most inegalitarian nations on Earth, a nation that is polarized and utterly paralyzed by paranoid reactionaries and delusional zealots with a gun fetish on the one side and a somewhat more liberal set of wishy-washy pacifists and appeasers who think that oppressors will stop oppressing if we just ask in a firm voice and pass some votes and sign petitions. All the while those sociopathic aristocrats pull the strings and keep raking in all the riches they can stuff in their pockets.

And most of you will keep wavin that flag, keep singin that anthem, keep spoutin that pledge, even as you are robbed blind and your planet dies around you.

"Welcome to the United Snakes, Land of the thief, home of the slave, grand imperial guard, where money is sacred, and power is god."