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If there was a God of sorrow, he would grow black heavy wings, to soar not for the skies, but for inferno.
Emil Cioran
The Black City sits on the precipice between this universe and the Abyss beyond. Some consider this, the demonic center of power within this universe, the ultimate destination of the dark soul, bu…
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"That slumbering ancestor of all the pagan gods, surrounded everywhere by black mists and accompanied by the greatest majesty of darkness, appeared to me as I passed through the Abyss. The Demogorgo- that nameless horror! - shrouded in some kind of pale mucus and forgotten humidity, exhaling an earthy, monstrous, and bitter odor, stating with some kind of alien voice that it was the father of this miserable world."
Boethius
The Vedic scholar Norman Brown reports that: It is worth adding that the Vedas state that the magick of sorcerers is derived from the power of the Abyss. So when magick is defined as the deliberate and willful violation of the cosmic order, it must be fueled by the Abyss, understood as the non-existent. To work magick is to draw the unreal into the real, and force a new existence by blending the two. The Abyss, then, is a mad realm of possibilities and clashing realities, and it is not a passive force. The Abyss can and does change reality when it is given the opportunity to do so. Thus speak the Vedas.
The Deplorable Word, Constantine Charagma
“It is described in almost every culture as being hostile to creation, and possessing a desire to maim and destroy entire universes, if roused to action.”
escaping the cycle of life is not enough, one who worships the Abyss must see that all life is an error. to truly accept the will of the Abyss is to accept that the entirety of creation - anything outside the pure truth of the dark beyond the veil - is false.
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[referencing the abyss] describing it as evil does not do it justice, it simply appears evil to those on the other side, those who value only the repetitive cycle of creation.
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Victor Vasnetzov, Knight at the Crossroads.
Ilya the Knight stumbled upon a magical road sign telling him in large letters that anyone pressing further was sure to meet death. It also mentioned that turning left would make the traveler rich while turning right leads to a life of marriage. Ilya – having spent some time deliberating – decided to go straight ahead.
i rip through the chains of Mars astride His mare and roan war bellows blazing free that rock, that vicar, and that flower, today i’ll put them to sleep Your wings have risen up against my foes and Your winds blow into my sail and set me upon this path of burning thorns that bends as the Devil’s tail open heart, closed eyes, trembling hands tear apart the chain what saint’s decree can hold me back now that Your name is known to me? a bony hand upon my shoulder leads me from day into night and from the void into the air, i follow you sleepily from the air, to the sea, i follow you uncertainly from the sea, to the earth, i follow you determinately through the earth, into the fire, i follow you confidently from the fire, into the void, i follow you eternally within the godhead! within the abyss! and from on high, i reach down into the world
i am thrust through the air, particle swarm, gaining speed, friction builds i am perceived, i go where gravity wills the sky it yields before my fall, an empty husk, i am fulfilled, and filled with rain a falling moon i neither wax nor wane as fiery birds crumble and die in the wake of wings, scorching ether, i come along i land in salt neither psalm nor song at grotesque speed i break the glass i am moved through, soul torn apart, blackthorn wreath lungs fill with brine as i slowly slip beneath a deep blue glow of endless chance sends up its hands, grasping claws, tendrils bore into my skin replace what was before i am reassembled through witching love sirens call and pass me by, my ears burst with the force of Death that stills my endless thirst it seems as though the open sea, endless void, pregnant with rage, impedes my birth forever lost i set my nails into earth as i writhe over scaly stone coral of blood, exquisite pain, there’s not a sound awake i dream that i’m absorbed in ground i become aware of intense force choking my lungs, halting my pulse, drowning in mire i pass, like night, from soil into fire i grasp and reach for nothingness a final death, so loved not mourned, a final test a break of laws at His enduring behest chaotic swirl of ravenous flame nuclear decay, dead atom-sphere, unleash hell and from this point time has nothing to tell among melting stone my skin retreats magnesium bites, white storm of teeth, into my soul carbon to ash i am swallowed hole i fall into the spaceless space the timeless time the endless end neither here nor there above or below into the night i go