Project Pitchfork - Timekiller - Official

Another cracker I came across.  Video reminds me blogging...lol  And if you cant laugh at yourself...He even has water trouble.

Gigi D'Agostino - Spostamento ( Tecno Fes 1 )

This tune has a magical quality to it. It can be used as a powerful tool to remove an annoying obstacle. While considering the situation you want obliterated listen to the unrelenting beat and imagine that beat slowly shaking a wall and eventually disintegrating it, dust and debris falling from it as the beat pounds. The walls of Jericho come to mind. Anger helps of course to...

The Unexpected

 Today I woke up to a fb friends request from a woman who was or still is the partner of a remarkable man I met online. I believe the man may have passed, but I cant be sure. How can you be sure of anything on fb ? He was an Alchemist, Occultist ect and taught me  about the rhythms of life and the Hermetic patterns that prevail through all, not that I could take on board the vast subject but some things stuck. I was only friends with him for about 12 months and as he was in ill health this gave me a feeling the things he recalled from throughout his life on his page were a last hoorah. 

The key idea that did take root was " the serpent " of force. Basically events meander from one extreme to the other over time, and that we maybe anywhere on the hair pin bending road. He hinted that there was a way to take a short cut across the bends and avoid the extra miles of deviation that would eventually lead to the same point anyway. Its an intriguing idea but Im guessing to take such actions may require some maverick actions. Yes, he did read my blog sometimes and even left the odd comment.

I remember last December 9th I heard two loud bangs in my thoughts as I lay in bed. It was unlike any noise ive heard before. It was inside my head and had no connection to my ears. Somehow I feel a connection from this to what Ive discussed above. I maybe wrong.

Project Pitchfork - Ascension feat. Sue

Came across this on You Tube. Rather good... and why do I always write the o and u the wrong way around when typing the word " you " ?  Actually this song is awesome. I like the way the music rises and falls. Those moments of change remind me very much of  the music of a DJ called Gigi D'agostino whom I love so much.

This face has turned up 3 times in different mediums in as many days.

 

The Invisible Blog

 I wonder if I should start another December Descent blog this winter ? I cannot explain how frustrating it was to not be able to share the posts as they appeared on the blog as the address could not be found online. I did however put each post on this blog, but it was just not the same, as aesthetically the December blog captured the spirit of December and add that just really worked for me, and only me unfortunately. Also when all the posts are viewed together a clear picture emerges of a growing darkness that finally breaks cover and appears to be named " Catherine " Its funny how keeping a diary of posts regarding a certain subject can illuminate what we would other wise over look. Joining the dots as they say is a good analogy. Its like a filter and I filtered well as I only posted when something really impacted on me.

Several posts were of songs which oddly appealed to me, but captured that bitter sweet month or so. Im going to try and sort out an address or link that works. It was a bit weird as I kept trying different addresses but none would appear when searched for. I was very tired at the time and I got into one of those frantic moods that only blogger can cause when you just get lost in trying to get your blog to look the way you want and adjusting the visuals late at night and messing it up is what Im good at. I'll call it blogger rage...lol

Ive been thinking recently about December coming again and all the stress it causes me. So much just goes wrong around Christmas for me. I made a list in one post and it was ridiculous. There is a darkness that descends here then and I can feel the start of it now outside at tonight. The wind that blows through the trees at night heralding a change in atmosphere, a tightening of tension. The affect is cumulative . Many things are cumulative, and its something rarely mentioned but is so important as the effect of seemingly trivial events are seen in their true nature and with their true gravity. Often others looking on can never see this. As an exercise the blog was more illuminating than I ever could have hoped and I wonder what I may learn this year ?

The Curse of the Golden Eagle

Ive been watching these stories all summer, but this one stands out amongst other more subjective ones as the number of deaths connected to this car are recorded as stone cold facts, sadly. I find myself enjoying this simple verbal style of story telling without the distraction of special effects. The narrators usually examine the facts objectively at the end of the video suggesting alternative more mundane explanations for the bizarre happenings, but in this case there is little to pick at.

I have a confession, cough, cough...

 I have a confession to make. The photo I previously took turned out to be a leaf. Erm, yeah. Things got more embarrassing when a man whom I presume is my new neighbour came out side and stood watching me take another photo. Great. Now Im the weirdo next door..lol On a brighter note I didnt speak to him or explain what I was doing. Only now I feel awkward just glancing over our yard wall at the manor house and feel he could be watching me at anytime. I got so used to just staring over the wall at the house and surmising and day dreaming. Its always been a part of me even and especially during my childhood. 

Soon it will be time to meet the couple officially and the conversation will inevitably turn to the houses reputation which will see me spout with gusto about crazy sounding things. I wonder how they will take this ? If they are sceptics then they wont be for long, and when the windows start opening themselves over night they are going to be asking questions. I hope they are ready for the water shenanigans that will wreck the place periodically. No matter how much money you have you wont control water here. It will be their down fall.

Just like in the beginning...

 Today I made a return to my old form affecting and changing an awkward situation for the time I was exposed to it, and only for that time. A brief window of control was activated by a new method. A new magick. Nothing gives you that feeling of having restacked the cards in your favour for a while. That odd feeling of bending reality. The glee. The dare I say it the kudos ? Sometimes a man needs a hand in his bidding even if this means a short shelf life. Im tired now. Good night...