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Happy Monday.

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EXQUISITE EQUINOX!

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The seasonal pivot point occurs today and many Satanists mark that change as we feel at one with the Earth and its continuing cycles. In the Northern Hemisphere Spring arrives, replacing the Winter’s desolation with renewed life surging in triumphant burgeoning. In the Southern Hemisphere, the glory of Autumn shall soon cast its soothing spell after the fiery blasts of Summer, presaging the coming harvest with all of its fertile abundance.

Here in the haunted Hudson Valley, we recently experienced Winter’s dramatic last hurrah with about two feet of snow falling in a day. We shall thus be listening to Stravinsky’s masterpiece The Right of Spring as it conjures the shattering of the frigid season’s strictures via the violent renewal of growth.

It is a glorious day to celebrate the wonders of Nature as we are part of its boundless mysteries.

Hail Satan!

—Magus Peter H. Gilmore

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A Goofy MOON Doc That Did It For Me

The Impact Theory is dead? That’s news to me…

All right. A few things.

Despite the absolutely garish “cover design,” see above, and its hideous title, Aliens and Astronauts: UFO’s On the Moon (2014) is a loving documentary regarding the many mysteries of our beloved Luna. And when I say “loving,” I mean it; there is so much Moon porn in this flick, culled from NASA and photographers around the world—frankly, I was fucking beating it…

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There are fundamental elements about The Moon that our best scientists simply do not understand. It’s true! The Moon’s size, its orbit, its geological composition—a lot of this shit simply “makes no sense.” Of all the celestial objects and phenomena we’ve studied, whether it be “photographing” Dark Matter and Black Holes, or aiming a puny rocket that actually hit Pluto nearly two decades later, we still don’t understand The Moon. Our closest neighbor. A place we’ve actually visited. She remains a mystery.

That’s why I love Her.

I believe in science, I really do. I want to know how The Moon is in such a perfect orbit, how She perfectly eclipses The Sun. And more. Just because we don’t initially understand shit is not a reason to claim, “Well, it must be God! Or aliens! MAYBE IT’S SPOCK!”

And this film is assiduous in quoting many many many scientists and writers who can only scratch their heads and breathe, “The Moon is fucked up, man.”

Yes She is. Like I said, that’s why I love Her.

So! The documentary goes completely fucking nuts at the end! After making a sustained argument that The Moon is actually an artificial construct parked in orbit around Earth by aliens, we are given this graphic:

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FLYING SAUCERS DRIVING THE MOON DOWN THE DOCTOR WHO WARP CORRIDOR! Yup. That’s how She got here.

Aliens and Astronauts: UFO’s On the Moon (2014) is available on hulu.

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HELLO, BEAUTIFUL

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Full Moon by Hartmet Lerch

Baby, Luna looked SO beautiful last night, I nearly drove off the road ten times during a midnight ride and She hadn’t even attained Her full-blown “Super Blood Harvest Moon” aspect that every news agency seems anxious to ensure that we all observe, ie, below:

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Jesus. “SUPER MOON! SUPER BLOOD MOON! SUPER BLOOD MOON PLUS ECLIPSE!” Being far superior than all you other puny humans, your lord and master (aka “Moon Boy”) needs no ubiquitous propaganda to be struck Moonblind by even a sliver of Her Silver Majesty in the sky, so there! Nyah! NYAH!

Seriously, if you have a chance, roll down a window or step outside tonight or early tomorrow; look up and let your eyes drink Her in.

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HELLO, BEAUTIFUL

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HELLO, BEAUTIFUL (and a poem)

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ALWAYS APOCALYPSE ALL THE TIME just get used to it

by Simon Drax

We are ruled by the moon.

Werewolves, schizoids, fools.

Dragging up and down

The coastline of our life.

No drowning season, this.

Nothing so fancy.

Just another month,

Another death

Without fanfare

Flowers or even cinders,

Another eclipse in the sky

And broken toys

Lolling in the tide.

The doll, the sword, the robot,

The spools of rope and wire,

The dead dumb crackle of

The sound and the song,

The LP, the diamond needle

Scratching, scratching,

The spinning, spinning circle.

The moon is down

And there is no hope, love,

But also no goodbye.

The eclipse approaches,

The sky lowers, the ground

Trembles. Nothing, not even

Remember, remember

Can save us…

Not the math of God

Or the motion of the planets

Will ease this grief, and

Sorrow will be our

Only supper, but

There is always a but,

Thank God for the but,

Even if we don’t know

Its name.

For within this patchwork

Quilt of guilt and dead

Bent grass of our flesh,

We will always have our

Apocalypse, always, all the

Time, never young and always

Dying, always, always, always,

As the half circle of the Eclipse

hangs over us, the horizon,

everything, always, here,

Now.

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HELLO, BEAUTIFUL

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HELLO BEAUTIFUL

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HELLO BEAUTFUL

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