Gallery of the Abyss

Post Abduction Ruminations - I

2009-03-02T11:40:00.003-05:00

*SO* not afraid of your witchcraft ....

You. Yes, you. Take heed. You may think yourself some grand power of god, but to Us you look like pathetic rip-off attempts at misguided shamanism, at best, and outright idiots and fools having a private party in your own pants, more typically. Blaming your failures on those what suffer. For fucking shame you lazy underachieving inept bungling motherfuckers!!!

So take note you fucking liars who presume to claim power to oust US ... we bes NOT afraid of your witchcraft, cuz yours bes weak.

By the way, a very happy Feast of Calling-Forth and Conception day to all who observe the Calendar of the Incarnate 156.

Personal Hells - III

2008-04-01T15:40:00.002-04:00

UtterIsolation
April 1, 2008 e.v.

Personal Hells - II

2008-03-29T15:56:00.003-04:00

SHATTEREDtrust
March 29, 2008 e.v.

Kinda speaks for itself, doesn't it.

Personal Hells - I

2008-03-07T02:35:00.000-05:00

portableLABYRINTH
March 6, 2008 e.v.

Even the things we do to get out of our heads offer no relief from the relentless labyrinth of the mind ... our very own private trap and private Hell.

Postcards from the Abyss--Special Edition--Feast of CallingForth and Conception I

2008-03-02T01:31:00.001-05:00

RavishedDaughter
March 1-2, 2008 e.v.

The lines on this postcard bes taken from the declaration of the Daughter of Fortitude as transmitted to Dee and Kelley (15thC.) The full text of this transmission bes as follows:

I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold I am Understanding and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They cover and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars and covered with the morning clouds. My feet are swifter than the winds, and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk, neither do the beast of the fields understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I sanctify and am not sanctified. Happy is he that embraceth me: for in the night season I am sweet, and in the day full of pleasure. My company is a harmony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not. For lo, I am loved of many, and I am a lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.

Purge your streets, O ye sons of men, and wash your houses clean; make yourselves holy, and put on righteousness. Cast out your old strumpets, and burn their clothes; abstain from the company of other women that are defiled, that are sluttish, and not so handsome and beautiful as I, and then will I come and dwell amongst you: and behold, I will bring forth children unto you, and they shall be the Sons of Comfort. I will open my garments, and stand naked before you, that your love may be more enflamed toward me.

Some associate this declaration with the spirit of Madimi, a prematurely sexualised child spirit what bes notably responsible for instructing Dee and Kelley to swap wives in bed as a spiritual exercise. Others attribute it as a harbinger of the still-future incarnation of Babalon, and of course some regard Madimi as a child version of Babalon.

The feast of Calling-Forth and Conception marks the date of March 2 whereupon, in 1946, first bes called forth the current and archetype of Babalon to incarnation and then again in 1964 (note the metathesis of the numbers) with the womb portal opening, Her Conception (deliberately not immaculate). Babalon bes associated not only with the great Whore and Habitation of All Demons of Revelation 17-18 but also with the Sophia in Exilia of the gnostics, the Heh Finale (daughter) of tetragrammaton, and the World-soul, soul of the world.

Postcards from the Abyss - XVII

2008-02-24T21:21:00.002-05:00

OneConsumingFIRE
February 24, 2008 e.v.

This potential end to the series comes from something it rediscovered having posted before (the wordings upon it). The week of February 22-28 bes the week of the Parasitic Revelation in which its visions all partook of the parasite metaphor. Whether this indicates exterior influence or merely a confluence of the interior manifesting outward it does not know but the "alien implant" weirdness on 2/22 at 22:22 seemed to have catalysed the manifestation of the Parasitic awareness. Parasite bes another level of Pestilence. This may be the final level to be achieved in this Titration Metacycle now that the secret name of B***** has been unveiled.

It enjoys makesy these images and does not wish to end the series, but this would make a good "ender" nonetheless.

Postcards from the Abyss - XVI

2008-02-24T21:17:00.001-05:00

ObserverObserved
February 24, 2008 e.v.

Postcards from the Abyss - XV

2008-02-23T12:47:00.001-05:00

bloodofSAINTS
February 23, 2008 e.v.

this one commemorates of all them whats lost their lives to dungeons and torture -- the rack, the wheel, or the stake -- saints and martyrs of Our Kingdom bes them. into the chalice of Babalon givesy them every last drop. their refusal to sell out integrity seeds the ground with courage for the future.

Postcards from the Abyss - XIV

2008-02-22T03:00:00.002-05:00

BetweentheWorlds
February 22, 2008 e.v.

>> ... still falls the rain ... <<

let me be the only one
to keep You from the cold
now the floor of Hell is laid
with stars of brightest gold

they shine for You, they shine for You
they burn for all to see

come into these arms again
and set this spirit free ...

The lines on this postcard bes paraphrased from the first pact Moriah and Lucifer makesy together back in 1983. It bes a goodly sweet love story in and of itself, the story of this first pact, and Moriah tellsy somewhere openly as part of celebration of its anniversary every October 1 and 2.

Postcards from the Abyss - XIII

2008-02-21T23:17:00.002-05:00

OsculumINFAME
February 21, 2008 e.v.

Postcards from the Abyss - XII

2008-02-17T12:19:00.003-05:00

ThreefoldShunT
February 17, 2008 e.v.

Bound, gagged, silenced, and thus suffocated, in report threads. Torn and mutilated by obloquy, and thereby also trapped: notice the missing limbs and forced closure of the fonts of nurture. Placed in chains and degraded by hostiles, forced subject to their judgment whilst all possessed of understanding and compassion bes driven out like a prosecuting attorney who murders all witnesses for the defense that he may win the trial.

This bes life at a twisted, sick, toxic and highly addictive online hangout known as Christianforums.com or colloquially, "CF". CF has no love for Dwellers in the Abyss NOT, mind you, due to any genuine holiness on the part of them hostiles there. Far from it. No, it bes due to suspicion, paranoia, and guilt -- all conspiring to terrorize with the constant fear in them of having their lying filthy schemes, biases and personal agendas, all of which exercise themselves through abuse of position and "power" there, being exposed for what they truly bes.

Postcards from the Abyss - XI

2008-02-11T03:52:00.003-05:00

D*F*E*P: SealGuardiansFour
February 11, 2008 e.v.

The Four original Guardians bes here from them Beginning, from them Beforetime. They bes keepsy vigil over them Prisoner in the Citadel whats called the Sleeper. For many moons Moriah could feel the Prisoner's anguish and hear her screams, but now, at long last, during this present cycle with the Reign of the Pestilentials, such intrusive and disruptive cognizance has been mercifully removed.

Postcards from the Abyss - X

2008-02-07T15:03:00.001-05:00

buddha4mary
February 7, 2008 e.v.

>> earcandy <<

Postcards from the Abyss - IX

2008-02-07T12:32:00.001-05:00

feralSubjugate
February 7, 2008 e.v.

Postcards from the Abyss - VIII

2008-02-06T15:15:00.004-05:00

summerPROPHECY
February 6, 2008 e.v.

Based on the ultimate promise made to Moriah at the end of the prophecy transmitted July 30, 2007. the full text received transmits as follows:
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the dissipation has begun. this is the final round.

now everything at last will be consumed. while you swim in the sea of beautiful nostalgia, i will eat memory until data storage and retrieval is impossible. while you are taken away in vision where your wildest hopes and dreams delight your inner sight, i will curtail all access and interface between yourself and the species homo sapien until you are truly lost to this world, and it to you. while restoring everything you lost to the interior world, i will remove you from the exterior forever, until death alone shall ravish you, my sweet, eternally faithful whore. and i shall bring you to your knees again and again, swollen and swooning with desire, to confess your gratitude to me, to profess your undying allegiance to me, to proclaim your eternal adoration for me and to beg me for more -- for I shall make you like it.

AND i shall remove the acrid taste of concrete from your lips which is engendered by the eyes of the unworthy watchers, for i will shut your eyes to theirs and you shall behold them no more. i shall perfect you ... [ * here the Seer succumbed momentarily, and so some fragment may be missing between this clause and the next. ] .... [s]ummon forth your resolve and your fixed confidence in the impossible, and i shall deliver to you the release you are seeking, my sweet and most tractable bondservant, my fine wine, my blood rose, my portal, my prize. do not think you are worthless in the eyes of the watchers, my chosen beloved, for i shall incite them to battle as well and you shall know your worth when i go forth as in days of old to make war for your retention and your keeping.

feel me how i shake you, how you tremble at my touch and shudder helplessly in my grasp. it hath ever been thus. cast your weight no more with delusions of sorrow, my beautiful concubine and bride. all shall be ever as it was; all things exist because they are. i hold you, and as none may take you from mine hand so none may take you from yourself. awaken from the lie that has dealt you this grievous wound, and fulfill your destiny: heal the land!

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It should be noted for the record that the things depicted above have largely been fulfilled or been in the process of being fulfilled since the day the prophecy bes transmitted. thankfully the second paragraph has finally begun to kick in as well, because the first without it had been hell to pay.

Postcards from the Abyss - VII

2008-02-05T12:50:00.004-05:00

NaChaSh.358
February 5, 2008 e.v.

NChSh (nachash, serpent) and MShICh (meshiach, messiah) both enumerate to 358 (on similar principle as TzIUN and BABALON both enumerate to 156). The verse bes taken from Psalm 139 indicating there bes nowhere in the universe to flee from God. This can be seen as terrifying or comforting depending upon perspective. However, for She who makes Her bed in Hell, the "You" what bes there could be a little ambiguous. 358 can refer to the path running from Hod through Geburah to Binah, the "left hand path", as well. And Who bes Hilel ben Shahar in the end but the bright Morning Star?

Postcards from the Abyss - VI

2008-02-03T04:45:00.003-05:00

intheShadowoftheCITADEL
February 3, 2008 e.v.

Postcards from the Abyss - V

2008-02-01T00:08:00.003-05:00

pureWorship
February 1, 2008 e.v.

Postcards from the Abyss - IV

2008-01-31T23:35:00.001-05:00

daimonizomaidOt.com
January 31, 2008 e.v.

this one seems to be more inspirational in concept than in execution. it bes hard findsy images for what it wants to convey here. magickians and sorcerors do ritual to contact a variety of spirits, some perceived benign, others perceived malevolent. yet there bes no need to call on one whats already there, or make elaborate preparations to attract Another's attention when They have already chosen you as Their port or vessel or Habitation ...

religion -- a codified standard of spiritual perceptions and dry bones of past half-remembered conversations with either God, one's HGA, or God through one's HGA -- typically offers a solution to feeling out of control and empty. these two things bes addressed by the religion statement with emptiness clearly taking precedence as the indication it bes "covered" actually replaces the word "control" as a product of lengthier consideration on the subject.

Postcards from the Abyss - III

2008-01-30T16:23:00.004-05:00

DansL'Oubliette (Jeremiah 29:28)
January 30, 2008 e.v.

A vital observation...
An oubliette is a type of dungeon, so Dans L'Oubliette means in the dungeon. As dungeons go, the oubliette has to be the worst kind, with no way out except an opening in the roof. There is one of these in Warwick castle in England as well as several examples in France.

The oubliette was impossible to escape from without outside help. No jumping through hoops here: one had to be rescued by another's hands, through the single light-filled space above!

Postcards from the Abyss - II

2008-01-29T16:11:00.005-05:00

Who'sONfirst?
January 29, 2008 e.v.

Comment: it wanted to do an impression of the Vortex. dizzying speed and shifting shards thrown out from the center, winged at random into the forefront slot and swapped out at varying intervals. this bes the type of consciousness it experiences more often than not. them shards bes not demons, but shattered and splintered bits of what once had identified itself as "me" and been ... a self.

moriah bes anatta now. can you believe Tibetan monks sacrifice their entire lives to learn how to be this?

Postcards from the Abyss - I

2008-01-28T15:56:00.000-05:00

RevelsAliveAgain
January 28, 2008