#how we ever decided that women are the ‘weaker species’

[mazzy-rockstar]

Being hungover on the first day of your period is not for the weak

[moontheoretist]

Wasted potential of fantasy races

I really like TSUKIMICHI anime, but I have one huge issue with the portrayal of the fantasy races there, which doesn’t let me enjoy the anime fully. For the record, I have a similar issue with Tensura anime.

This is male Orc:

This is female Orc:

The author used literally two different species, pigs and boars, to establish the gender dimorphism of Orc species. The issue I have with it is not only that it’s not true, because both of those animals are completely different, on top of the fact that regular pigs also have hair and not all are squeaky clean like a baby’s ass, but also that it conveys a sexist idea that women cannot be hairy to be seen as attractive by men. In the story, all female Orcs are hairless, not counting the hair on their heads, and are also very cute and portrayed as pretty. They basically are forced to adhere to the beauty standard of human women despite being pigs simply because the author decided so, and it bothers me so much.

I cannot shake the feeling that this world would be far more entertaining and creative if Orc species was basically all species of pig-like animals from our world with all possible gender variants in all of them, to create a species which is as diverse as humans are with their phenotype (skin tone, hair/eye color etc.).

The second race I have issue with are Alke. I loved their design before they were forced to assume humanoid form for the sake of posing as cute anime characters, as much as Tomoe and Mio do after their contract was established and their abandoned their monstrous forms due to being weaker than MC.

(Please, keep in mind that whitewashing happened here).

In Tomoe and Mio’s cases, (even though I didn’t like it on the meta level, because I literally dig every monster creature ever, and I would want them to say monsters forever), it at least made sense on the story level, as it would be hard to travel and interact with humans if your attendants were huge ass dragon and a monstrous spider (though they still could go with the idea that they assume those forms only when humans are around and stay monsters in between). With Alke it doesn't make sense at all. They never interact with the outside world, so why should they stay in their humanoid forms even in the Demiplane, even tho nobody there cares how they look, because they’re all monsters? On meta level, it just looks like forced humanization of the creatures which could be great and likable even without resembling humans, so it is literally purely author's own preference and that preference says volumes about how authors fear to make stories about monsters. It also seems kinda sad because they made those designs for those monsters so that they could just ditch them right away. What was the point of even designing them then if you wanted to abandon it?

The third race I have issue with are Tomoe’s servants, the Mist Lizards. I didn’t see ANY female lizard among them, and I don’t know WHY. Like why there is no female Mist Lizards? What happened to them? How does this species even reproduce? Do they reproduce by cloning themselves and laying eggs? What is going on with this species? Also, why most of them only wears pants which look as if they were modeled upon Tarzan’s? I have so many questions. I also don’t understand why Alke have to become “more human” while Lizards are basically let off the hook, because they, what exactly? Don't have the additional pair of legs? Bullshit.

If you want to force one race to be more human, you obviously would have to force the other one as well, because that is a rule in your world. I am happy that they’re not forced into assuming humanoid forms, but I am still unhappy that they all look like made from the same form. There is barely any distinction between them.

(That one in green clothes could be a woman, but it could also be just a young boy if we consider the boy standing just next to them).

The same issue applies to dwarves. I didn't see even one female dwarf and that bothers me, because it implies that women do not do heavy manual labor, don't make weapons, are not blacksmiths and alchemists, because they simply don't exist. Women dwarves didn’t make the cut as far as author is concerned.

That’s just lazy world building. All those races have so much potential, and it hurts to look at them and see how wasted it is.

When it comes to humans, I still didn’t see anybody who wouldn’t be white or at least fair skinned Asian (basing it on the fact that one of the characters looked exactly like the girl from MC’s original world, so it would make her Asian). People of color don't exist in this world as well. And I wonder WHY they don’t. And the only reason I can come up with is author’s bias cultivated in Japanese society. (Yes, Japan is very much racist. Black people and other people of color who are not as whitish as it is humanly possible face racism in Japan. Japan is also very much sexist and misogynistic, so women are held to impossible standards and treated like trophy wives by men).

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Yandere Witch! Tooru Oikawa x Lesser Witch! Reader

[Warnings: Does shoving a bloody rose petal into someone’s mouth count as a warning? Idk, one vry jealous Oikawa]

To be an all-powerful witch also meant being a well-known one. It came with the title of “Grand Witch”.

Though Tooru couldn’t help but hold a distaste towards two other witches, one in the same ranking as himself (maybe even higher) and one still learning to grasp their potential. 

Then he met you, a witch with no coven or any sort of special magic that made you unique, in fact, you were pretty weak for a witch. You could only shapeshift into a single animal (a bunny), and the only spell you ever used was summoning a gust of wind that couldn’t even push an averaged weighted person down since your mana was pretty low. Yet you were comfortable being the way you were with your only talent of making various positions and somehow gathering the company of animals.

To Tooru, it felt like you were meant to meet each other somehow. He was crowded outside the mansion where a meeting of all witch covens took place, most were young women surrounding him and the majority were witch apprentices or novice witches themselves, with a few masterful witches here and there.

He felt his patience running low until you came through the crowd, shoving your way through to get to the mansion and unknowingly shoving him aside, to say he was surprised was an understatement. 

The witches screeched at you, “Hey! What’s the big idea! How dare you shove a great Grand Witch like Oikawa away like that!”

You turned to look at them with a scowl and raised a brow, “Oi-what now? Hmph”, your eyes land on him as soon as he moves to readjust himself from your abrupt shove.

“I’m Oikawa, Oikawa Tooru the great Grand Witch of the Aoba Johsai coven Ms….”, Tooru trails off as he waits for your introduction after revealing himself.

Instead, he is met with your indifferent shrug and curt greeting, “(L/n) (Y/n), the covenless witch…”, you then snapped your attention to the surrounding witches, “as for you lot I say you scram, you’re bothering the others that are trying to get in the mansion, your behavior is awfully rude and bothersome to the witches that came here to get what they need”, you huff before entering the estate and slamming the door shut on their faces before they could say anything.

While many of the ladies were huffing and pouting about your brief entrance and hasty exit, Tooru stood there as if in a trance, drawn to your being as you tried to distance yourself from other witches.

That was how he was able to learn your level without having to creep about, because of his persistence you reluctantly let the Grand Witch intrude on your life and daily business. Tooru admits that while your magic as a witch was very weak (almost… pathetic to put it nicely), your skills as a potion maker were exceptional, it surpassed that of the Grand Ushiwaka and other grand witches, himself included.

And that is what bothered him, he hated the Grand Ushiwaka enough as it is but for that witch to have a developing interest in you...made him loath the grand witch. He found you first, he spent more time with you than he did, so it was only right that he should have all of your attention.      

“Oikawa, please remove your presence from within my area, you’re distracting me”, you bluntly state.

“Uwah! (Y/n), I thought we built something special!!”, he pouts as he leaned his body against your own.

Grunting at the action you stomp your foot on his making him yowl in pain as you shove him away from you as you glared down at him, “It was more like you kept intruding on my daily activities, now leave me be I have a potion that I am working on”

“So cruel (Y/n)! Eh- wait what potion are you working on anyway?”, Tooru stands before peering over your shoulder.

“A love potion, a woman from a nearby town wouldn’t stop pestering me about her love life and begged me to make her something so she can receive the love of a man she has her eyes for, to make her stop I decided to do just that”, you dully explain as you huff. 

Tooru blinked, “Love...potion?”, he said out loud, more so to himself rather than to you. It suddenly clicked in Tooru’s mind that maybe he could use that same potion or something stronger.

When you looked back at the grand high witch, you saw him lost in thought his eyes glazed over before snapping his attention to you, he smiled before straightening up and bowing suddenly, “Ah~ I just remembered I had something to do, I’ll see you around some other time my little witch~!”, he purred before taking his leave.

You stared at his back as he left before sighing and getting back to work, but you couldn’t help that tingling feeling that something was amiss.

What clicked in Tooru’s mind was a spell, potions were never long-lasting and it is likely that any potions that he would make would not work on you since you were more resistant, but spells on the other hand could last an eternity. You were not resistant to spell casting, it was merely the potions that you made that you gave yourself that made you a little bit resistant to weaker spells.

So Tooru searched his coven estate’s library, making sure that no one would disturb his search, but as time passed his patience began to chip away, with a growl, Tooru shoved the book in his hands back into the shelf so harshly a book fell beside him. Now on most occasions, he would shrug it off but the dusty cover certainly held his attention, with a contemplative hum Tooru picked it up before dusting it off.

As he opened it he lifted a curious brow at the spells that were there, they were complex but not difficult to do, as he turned the pages he couldn’t help but be fascinated with the many spells that were long forgotten. With more enthusiasm, he flipped page after page to find what he searched for until finally, he found it.

With a breathless laugh and growing grin, he spoke, “Now… let’s get to work”.

~~~

You took Tooru’s absence as a chance to catch up with all the things you missed, like hanging out with your friends and setting up events that required your attention. 

As you put some books away you hear someone call out to you, “(L/n)”.

Turning you see the Grand witch of Shiratorizawa, with a hum you briefly sigh, “Ushijima, what can I do for you?”, you ask as you go back to shelving the books.

“I was… I was wondering if you could assist me in making a certain potion”, he says, making you pause, raising a brow, you look over your shoulder, “What Kind of potion exactly?”, you ask.

“One able to reverse a spell that turns an individual into an animal”, he states, you suddenly grin at the familiar request.

“I’m assuming that Goshiki turned himself into an animal again, didn’t he”, you chuckle as you turned towards the witch, a knowing grin on your face as Wakatoshi gave you his usual blank stare before his eyes darted to the side.

“Yes, he still has trouble with his spells, yet his potion crafting has been improving”, he says. “Of course it has, I’ve been tutoring him whenever he came to me with his problems, now here”, you say as you reach into the pouch tied to your belt and bring out a peach vial.

The Grand witch took it as he looked at you with narrowed eyes, if you didn’t know how to read the man you would’ve thought he was glaring at you, so you smiled, “It’s to reverse him back to his humane state, I always have one on me knowing how the newer witches get”.

Wakatoshi nodded before giving you one last glance, “Would you mind teaching me sometime in the future”, he asked.

You blinked before smiling, “I wouldn’t mind”, with that he was gone, his behavior never failed to amuse you.

Then you felt arms wrap around you, “You know I hate it when you’re around Ushiwaka (Y/n), are you trying to make me jealous?”, Tooru’s voice hummed in your ear. Yet you couldn’t help but sense an undertone not too pleasant, still, you shrugged him off as you turned to face him.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that Oikawa”, you frown. You almost froze when you saw a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t catch onto quick enough before it left him, yet it left you unsettled before he spoke.

“(Y/n), would you mind stopping by at my coven’s garden, I think I found a new species of flowers but I wanted your professional input”, Oikawa hums, grinning when he sees that your eyes narrowed at him, “Cheekmate”.

~~~

Honestly, you should’ve listened to your prior intuition, maybe then you wouldn’t have ended up in this mess with the head of the Aoba Johsai coven.

After arriving at his coven he did indeed lead you to the garden and you saw a ritualistic set up instead, candles and rose petals  strewn about. Turning to Tooru you glared at the man.

“What exactly are you trying to do here Oikawa”, you growled, more irritated at the fact that you could’ve been up in your cabin working on potions instead of wasting time, and as usual Tooru gave you his charming smile but when he opened his eyes a jolt of fear struck you.

“Ah, right, you see at first I was alright just basking in your presence, getting to be around you for the majority of the days until I grew a little too attached to you little witch”, he purred as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from any oncoming danger until he lashed out his hand to grip your jaw harshly.

As you cried out at the sudden pain he continued, “Oh witchy you really don’t know what you do to me, did you know how much you drew me in? You're such a cruel little tease and it was all fun while it lasted but…”, his dead stare made you shiver as you gripped his wrist that was clamped painfully around your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and flinched when he suddenly leaned down close to your ear, “I really meant it when I said I hated seeing that damned Ushiwaka near you, and I would’ve let it go if it weren’t for the fact that you let him near you”, he hissed.

With gritted teeth you tried kicking out at him and clawing at his face in desperation to get out of his grasp, all while he was chanting a spell, one you weren’t familiar with and only heard of this time but yet you knew something was terribly wrong. The smell of iron hit your nose as the candle lights around you flickered until the flames turned purple, tugging desperately at Tooru’s arm you he suddenly slammed his lips upon yours, taking advantage of your surprised yelp he shoved his tongue in your mouth and that’s when it hit you.

The taste of iron hit your tongue before you felt the texture of a rose petal, and as Tooru forced you to consume the bloody petal he pulled away and whispered into your ear while what felt like a painful inferno erupted throughout your entire body.

“...and even in death we shall never part, for our souls are now one”.

As the now red moon shined upon the earth, an agonized scream rang throughout the sky.

[duhragonball]

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Nice to finally see Zatte, I always liked her - she's dangerous in a way we don't often get in DB.

Hey, thanks, that means a lot to me.    Also, this is all the prompting I need to try to explain how I came up with the character.   Spoilers under the cut.

The thing that held me up early on was that I couldn’t decide if Luffa’s “career” in the past should be long or short.   I used the Bardock: Father of Goku TV special as a model of a “short” Luffa arc.    You have this character who’s only mentioned in passing (by Raditz), and the TV special fleshes him out and kills him off in the space of an hour.   Then he wakes up in the past in the 2011 “Episode of Bardock” Special, if you want to count that.    On some level, I imagined it could be possible to give Luffa a really quick run in her native era, and then send her to the future to join the TIme Patrol, like the Bardock specials.   

I worked on Chapter 126 and 127 today, so I think it’s clear that I did not go down that route.   I knew the alternative would be to really flesh out the character, having her go through multiple adventures like Goku in Dragon Ball.   That meant I had to come up with extra stuff for her to do.   The simple fact is that I really enjoyed writing the character, and I wanted to take the long road, so that later on, when she refers to her past exploits, there would be some weight to them.   

So I worked on coming up with stuff for her to do in between major plot points.   I thought about giving her some love interests, since we’d never seen a Saiyan character jump from one relationship to another, like Spider-Man in the 70′s.   At some point, I thought it might be interesting to have her run into an old flame, someone who knew her before she went Super.   

The problem with that was that when we first meet Luffa, she’s only 19 years old, and she’s been married to Kandai for about a year.    And she’s been living on the Dorlun colony for about five years.    I say this like someone else foisted this problem on me, but I’m the one who came up with all that stuff, to better amplifly the tragedy she experiences before turning Super Saiyan.   This isn’t some seasoned veteran who’s been all over the universe, loving and leaving ‘em from one planet to the next.     She’s young and inexperienced and isolated in a very small community.    

But I still liked the idea, and I hadn’t published Chapters 1-10 yet, so I still had a lot of room to set things up for later.   I realized the only way this would work would be if the “old flame” was a Dorlun who had admired Luffa from afar.    And that led me to Captain Mesas, the leader of the Dorlun militia.  

Mesas originally served only one purpose, which was to be a sort of proxy who could represent the entire Dorlun colony that Luffa had been hired to defend.   I assigned her gender at random, I think.    I just know that I didn’t put a ton of thought into it, since I was planning to kill all of the Dorluns off later anyway.   Luffa would take this personally, because she came to appreciate these people without really admitting it, and this would be demonstrated by her respect for Mesas, who was their lead warrior, and thus the most Saiyan-like of the bunch.   Eventually, I renamed her Captain Zatte, because I had settled on naming all the Dorlun characters after anagrams of metric prefixes, i.e. “zetta”.  

So I quickly came to the conclusion that the only way this “reunited with an old flame” idea would work would be if it was a Dorlun, and the only one that would make any sense would have to be Zatte, and the only way that could work would be if there was some sort of romantic tension between them.    They couldn’t be lovers in those early chapters because Luffa was married at the time, but later, there would need to be a moment where Zatte would confess her feelings and Luffa would have to feel the same way.   

And this is how I ended up making Luffa bisexual.    I didn’t want Zatte to be a man, and I couldn’t make Luffa gay, because I needed her to start out in a marriage to a Saiyan man.   Too much of the plot depended upon that.   I struggled with this decision for a couple of reasons.   

First, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off, and I didn’t know if I wanted this story to be my first try, because I was already trying to do a lot of other new tricks.   I didn’t want real-world wlw’s to see this story and be disappointed by my amateurish attempt to get it right.    

Second, I felt disingenuous about making such a major change to the character for my own convenience.    I felt like I’d seen that a lot in comic books over the years, where writers would seemingly assign bisexuality to characters arbitrarily, or for “shock” value, or just to be salacious.  I didn’t want readers to think I was only doing this for shallow reasons, or to get my jollies writing two girls making out.  

But at the same time, I really wanted to do it this way, and I finally decided to just go with it and see where it took me.   In hindsight, I realize that I was just being a fraidy cat about the whole thing.   Writing wlw romance isn’t so functionally different from mlw romance, and once I got used to the idea, I realized the only thing I needed to do was to treat it with the proper respect.    And really, this wasn’t so far off from the original premise.    I wanted to make the “Legendary Super Saiyan” a woman to defy convention and to piss off dudebros.    Making her queer just continues that same line of reasoning, right?   I used to see jackasses on the internet say that women couldn’t turn Super Saiyan because they couldn’t “get angry enough,” which is pretty similar to a lot of biphobic crap I’ve heard on the internet.    I mean, I used to listen to Loveline on the radio around 2001, and Dr. Drew was acting like bisexuality was some made-up thing.    Apparently Dr. Drew went nuts somewhere along the way, or maybe he always was, but he seemed pretty progressive in 2001, and he accepted gay and lesbian callers just fine, but he told bi callers to “figure out what they want”, and that never sat right with me.   People used to say there were no such things as black swans, too.    That’s Luffa all over.     You can deny her all you want, but she’ll still kick your ass.  

I’m this close to going off on a rant about J.K. Rowling, so let me try to force myself to talk about Zatte here.    The problem I ran into almost immediately was that I wrote what I had originally planned for her, and I was very pleased with how it turned out.  And then I had to move on to the next arc, and yet, she was still there, and I knew I’d have to do something with her.    I feel like I’ve been winging it ever since, but my main priority was to set her apart from Keda, the other Dorlun character I kept around.  So I ran with the idea that Zatte is more “Saiyan-like” than the rest of her species, and maybe that makes her a little radical at times, maybe not in a way we humans might notice, but a way that other Dorluns would find unsettling.   Dorluns are survivalists, and for them “risk” is a four-letter word, but Zatte’s a thrillseeker at heart.   She wants to survive in spite of the dangers rather than back away from them.    Keda would find somewhere to hide for several months until it’s safe to come out, but Zatte would try to go all Die Hard on a situation.   Keda sticks close to Luffa because Luffa is the strongest person in the universe, so by Luffa’s side is arguably the safest place to be.    Zatte sticks close to Luffa because she’s a furry being by Luffa’s side is arguably the most dangerous place to be.    If she can survive there, she can survive anywhere.  

There’s also the whole fanaticism angle.   At some point, I came up with the idea that Zatte sees Luffa’s Super Saiyan emergence as a watershed moment in history.     I sort of threw that together, mostly to make Luffa uncomfortable and to add some tension to their relationship, but it also distinguishes Zatte from characters like Chi-Chi or Bulma, who see Super Saiyan as a lot of flashy nonsense, signifying nothing.    “Punk rocker?   Don’t you understand?   Your son is a miracle!”

That angle is kind of hard for me to work with, because I also tried to make Zatte very grounded at the same time.    I guess it’s like if you had Jerusalem Syndrome but you were very self-aware the entire time.   You make a toga out of your hotel linens and just constantly saying “Man, I’m just being really nutty right now, but oh well.”

A lot of her tactics are sort of rooted in stuff I thought made sense with the weaker characters in Dragon Ball.   I don’t really know how strong Zatte would be.    I envisioned her as being like a “mere mortal”, like Lois Lane, but in Dragon World even guys like Mr. Satan are insanely tough.   I’m pretty sure Bulma could kick Brock Lesnar’s ass if she visited our own world.   He’d F5 her and she’d just get up and slap him in the face and he’d collapse.    I feel like if Zatte entered the 23rd Budokai, she could sweep the entire thing.   That’s not what I set out to do, and it sounds really arrogant because I’d be putting her over Goku and Piccolo, but come on, that’s low-tier by DBZ standards.   If she couldn’t dominate the 23rd Budokai, then definitely the 22nd, which also sounds unthinkable, but that’s how this crazy show works.   Yajirobe could have won the 22nd Budokai if he’d only thought to enter it.   

My point is that “weaker” characters can do a lot from the sidelines if they know their limits and pick their spots, like Tien using the Kikoho on Cell and Super Buu, or Yajirobe cutting off Vegeta’s tail, and so forth.    Most of those guys hate resorting to that sort of thing, because they prefer to stand and fight in the open, but Zatte specializes in sneaky hit-and-run attacks.   She should be able to shoot ki blasts, but she sticks to firearms instead, because they’re more precise and ki senses can’t pick them up.  She likes being underestimated, to the point where her ideal battle is one where the enemy doesn’t even know she’s on the field.  

I dunno, I’ve always wondered if I was getting her “right” all this time, but now that I summarize it all in one place, it doesn’t seem as disjointed as I feared.   I had all these different things I needed her to be and do, and most of them involved finding ways to justify her continued presence in the story, but maybe it’s all worked out after all.   Sometimes I feel like Zatte is the Yoko Ono of this fic, but the Beatles suck, so I shouldn’t indulge in their crude analogies.    I Zatted my way into this mess, and I’m happy to Zatte my way out.    

[halfhumanscribe]

Hollow Out

Synopsis:  Hex, Sia, and Novan (a door mouse, garden skink, and a mosquito) must infiltrate one of the temples of the silhouettes, to find something for an eccentric client.  It doesn’t go well. RATING: T (Teen) ORIGINAL PUBLISHING DATE: 2020

WORD COUNT:  4777

Forgive any formatting issues.  Reviews and critiques are appreciated.

Hollow Out by Inganno

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In a hollowed-out tree, among the stumps and greenery of the woods by the stream, there was a bulletin board.  Much as every board scattered around the surface of the kingdom, it contained the usual mishmash by the citizens of the surrounding areas: recipes for families, news from the neighboring lands, warnings of the black silhouettes, as well as requests.

Requests usually came in the acquisition of food, usually by a family with no scavenging skills or those taking care of the ill.  Hoarders happily took these requests, sometimes auctioning their services to those who needed them.  Once a request was taken, it was usually completed within the day, culminating with the exchange of goods and currency.

Hex, Sia, and Novan were desperate for both.  Too many jobs gone south had emptied their coffers and given them a bad reputation.  This was a shame, considering Hex’s rather well-known pedigree.

“Shit!” he snapped, kicking at the towering wooden door for what felt like the twentieth time the past hour.  The door-mouse knew it wouldn’t do anything, but it at least got some of his frustration out.

He, nor the others were expecting the door to have a small silhouette installed lock.  Sneaking into the temple and making it to their destination seemed easy enough, until they snuck into the high up storage room only to find the door lock tight behind them.

“At least we know why the door was cracked open already,” Sia groaned as they leaned against a large cylindrical container of corn.  “They were probably expecting us.”

Hex looked over at the mosquito, trying to give them a sour expression, but it was difficult to see considering how little light was coming.

“I doubt it,” Hex tried to argue.  “These locks are to protect the small silhouette’s from getting in. Don’t know why though, considering they can’t even reach this far up.”

He chocked it up to overprotectiveness – something silhouettes seemed to have for their young, at least the one’s he observed.

He sat down and scooched himself against the wall.  His frustration was keeping him from thinking soundly, and without a level head, he knew none of them would get out.  He observed Sia, being the ever-peppy ray of cynicism, just standing there in near stillness.  Meanwhile, Novan paced back and forth – a nervous habit the garden skink had when she was too deep in thought.  Hex hated watching it, but it usually meant she was trying to think up a plan.

What Novan was doing was retracing their steps.  Afterall, having a grasp of the situation meant having to understand how one got there.  That was how she saw it.  And the first conclusion she made was that if their reputation hadn’t gone to shit, then they wouldn’t have gotten into that mess.

Hoarders with bad rep tended to have trouble getting requests and were usually dismissed from any bidding wars.  True, they could have easily done some requests pro bono, but that didn’t put food on the table or pay the rent.  No, Hoarders who lost their reputation usually had to take higher value requests – the ones that nobody wanted to take.

These requests were usually put out by those with more than they needed: larger animals, usually higher on the food chain that could simply take what they couldn’t have, including other living creatures.  They were still susceptible to boredom, however, and were quick to post on the local bulletin boards in order to alleviate it.  It wasn’t about trying to survive to them; it’s was about entertainment.

Requests from them were usually very vague and confusing.  The only things that were spelled out, clear as day, was the amount of Hoarders necessary and the time allotted to complete the task.  The ambiguous nature of these requests usually put many Hoarders off.  But those with bad rep tended to be more desperate than others.  Aside from the need for a job, helping someone much higher up socially could also be a big boon for them… if they survived.

Candis Hollif: a blue jay of rather known regard during the Spring months, had put out the request the three had decided to take on.  A stoutly and puffed out avian, his wealth was only matched by his peculiarly tastes, treating the opposite gender as little more than playthings in his bid to keep himself from going mad from boredom.  In his youth, he was seen as something of a playboy among the women of flight.  But as he aged, his tastes had began to branch outside of genus and species. Though this wasn’t anything uncommon within animal society, it was his penchant for smaller, “weaker” creatures that had many raising an eyebrow.

Novan remembered having to take in a deep breath, clenching her fists, as the blue jay’s tail feathers playfully danced along her tail.  She was the only one who had the displeasure of being uncomfortably circled by the giant.

“100 seed, 400 currency, and your names dropped into the Oubliette Newsletter, which I have connections with,” he boasted, passing Novan to present himself to all three.  “That should give you a month or two of income and food, and enough time for your name to get out there again.  Do we have a deal?”

Hex stood there nursing a glass of brown booze – a drink even the most prestigious of animals couldn’t afford.  It spoke volumes the amount of wealth Hollif possessed and made the three Hoarders uncomfortable just being close to him.

Novan and Sia couldn’t stand to be there either.  They were only there because Hex had convinced them to be.  Sia was sure they could find someone who would allow them to take their request.  Novan, while agreeing somewhat, thought it better to move to one of the neighboring towns.  It wasn’t like the digs they lived in were any good either.  The threat of the stream flooding over to their home was always a possibility during the Spring months.

“Look, it’s not that we don’t trust you,” Sia lied, “but we can’t agree to anything if you don’t tell us what the job is, you know?”

Candis had been as playfully vague with the details as his bulletin board request had been.

“Not one to enjoy the mystery, are we?” he chuckled, perching himself onto a nest made of cotton wool and dried grass.  “Alright then, I’ll be straight to the point.  I assume everyone knows what green is?”

Color blindness, double vision, as well as a malady of other sight issues were common among the animals.  Hex was the former, only able to decipher certain shades in bright light, and Sia could see bright colors too well, often becoming enamored by them.  Novan was the only one of the bunch to see colors clearly without a handicap.

“I can point it out,” she explained.

“Good.  You’ll probably need to work with your team then to find it,” Candis continued.  “The job I want you to do will be a scavenger trip into a silhouette temple – nothing I’m sure you all aren’t used to.”

Fairly common jobs, but coming from someone like Candis, there must have been a catch.

“In one of the storage rooms of the temple, there’s a green object, maybe about as big as a sugar cube.  I need you three to go in and retrieve a piece of that for me.  That is all.”

In most cases, the group would agree to the conditions, requesting the location of the temple and moving on from there.  But again, this was one of those eccentrics that so often loved to play with anyone who even fancied a glance toward the bulletin boards.

“It can’t be that simple,” Sia spoke up.

Hex nodded in agreement, adding, “What’s so special about this green cube?”

“It’s not of your concern,” Candis pointed out.  “I’ve explained as much of the job as you need to know.  It’s up to you if you’d like to take it.  What do you say?”

They wanted more info.  Candis wouldn’t budge though, outside of the temple location and the general direction of where the green object was.  They all sensed trouble, but they also sensed poverty if they didn’t take the job.

They agreed to his terms of three days, signing their hands onto the contract that he had written up, as per animal law.  He handed it to them to be turned into the closest local Hoarder representative. Once they had finished with the paperwork, they were on their way.

Silhouettes resided in large, shadowing temples that connected to each other. Each temple was self-contained and housed a different group of silhouettes inside, adorned with various artifacts and trinkets.  Some silhouettes were by themselves, and others lived together.  Sometimes they would come out of their temples too, which made the element of stealth very important.  Sometimes they would have guards:  cats and dogs who often times would attack first before asking any questions.

Their job was at a temple that housed about four silhouettes, and two small dogs.  That usually spelled suicide mission, even when they had decided to go at night. However, the silhouettes and their guards had disappeared, going on holiday to somewhere, as Candis had put it. This meant that the temple was empty and rife for the pickings.

Finding a tear in the screen of a window that had been left open just slightly, they entered the temple.

“I guess I can see it,” Sia sighed looking around their dimly lit prison.

“See what?” Hex asked.

“We call these things storage rooms, but I guess to a silhouette, they’d be something like a pantry, you know?”

“And what brought this up?”

Sia shrugged their wings.  “I don’t know.  Bored and thirsty I guess.”

They had been trapped inside that room for about day.  Light poured in through the cracks more gracefully during the day, giving them a better chance to get a look at their surroundings. Canned goods mostly, at least on that level.  Most storage rooms were made up of two or three floors.

“Well, keep it to yourself unless you have something to contribute, okay?” Hex chastised.  He wasn’t in the best of moods.  His attention was focused on a slightly larger crack between the door and the second floor.

He was trying to formulate some sort of plan to get up there.  From the cracks in the door, he could see the shadow of something just outside the second floor of the storage room.  He assumed that maybe it was the lock. Perhaps they could get up there and unlock it?

“Sia or I could probably get up there better than you,” Novan informed him when he put the plan past them.  She had a point.

Novan could climb on most surfaces with relative ease, and Sia could fly, if a bit erratically.  However, both of them missed a very important detail.  One detail that guaranteed a rodent of some sort on every Hoarding team.

Hex held up his claws.  Claws that gave him the ability to grip and hold objects tightly.  Something that Sia couldn’t do with anything that wasn’t a solid surface, and that Novan could only do with a limited number of objects. If there was indeed a lock up there, Hex would be the better choice to undo it.

Neither Sia or Novan were strong enough to lift him or help him climb, so they had to think of something else.  After some minor arguments, they decided what was best was to move some of the canned goods over to the door and go from there.  They worked with what they got, spending the rest of the day pushing what they could to create enough of a staircase for Hex to get high enough to scuttle along the wood of the door.  It worked well enough, and he was able to just barely squeeze through.

“So is it, or isn’t it?” Novan asked from the first floor.  “I can be right up if you need help.”  Honestly, why she didn’t stop check the area out first was beyond her.  Probably because of the hunger that was eating away at her belly, making sound judgment difficult.

“I think it is!” Hex yelled down.  “My claws can just barely reach it though.  But I think if I can get my hand underneath this little bump…”

There was a crash, a yelp, and suddenly, the light from the cracks was almost completely gone.

Sia flew up, checking to see if they could squeeze in to check on their friend. Sadly, what little opening was there originally was gone.

“Hex!  Are you okay, what happened?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!  But I think the lock was caught on something.  I think I ended up loosening it or something.  Is everything alright down there?”

Of course, everything wasn’t alright.  They had less light than before, and the door was locked even tighter. What words could be said?

“This has been a real shit job, you know?” Sia groaned.  “Can you see anything up there?”

“Not really.  I might have to feel around for a little bit.  There isn’t as much light coming in now.”

“We can see that!” Sia called backed.

There wasn’t going to be much light soon regardless.  The sun was setting, and they were trapped worse than before. Thirst was quickly catching up to them too, and if they couldn’t figure something out, they’d likely die of dehydration within the next day.  Sia was able to manage, at least.

“Just take a little, okay?” Novan winced as the barb like mouth pierced her leg.

Sia drank only a couple of sips.  Enough to get them through the following day.  At the very least, if the door somehow miraculously opened again, Sia could get out.  Novan and Hex’s fates were up in the air.

“You doing alright up there Hex?” Novan called out above her.

“As well as ever.  There’s a lot of soft things up here, but I can’t quite break through them with my teeth. I hate these thick storage bags!”

Silhouettes weren’t dumb.  They took precautions to protect their cache of food and wealth.

“I’m so hungry!” Hex bellowed, sounding like a pouting child.

“Then get this door open!” Sia yelled.

The loss of blood was quickly catching up to Novan as she leaned against a large cylinder of sealed food.  She didn’t feel like sticking around to listen to the two of them argue anyways.  She was just about to doze off when…

“Holy crap, I found something to eat!”

That shot her awake, at least enough to listen.  Sia had already flown up to the ceiling to get more info.

“What did you find!?” they yelled.  “Can you pass any of it down to us?”

“I don’t know,” Hex replied as he felt around his surroundings.  “I still can’t see very well!  I think it’s some sort of chunk that fell out of its bag.  It’s kind of sweet?  It’s hard to break a piece off though.”

“Well, hurry up and try!  Novan needs some of the good stuff down here!”

“I’m trying!  I’m trying!”

“Try harder!”

Novan would have added some commentary, but felt like there wasn’t anything to add.  Sleep felt like the better use of her time, so she drifted off to sleep, and tried to let her dreams calm her nerves.  Sadly, neither her hunger nor her thirst would let her have a full night.

She rustled a bit as her eyes slowly opened, her body quickly reminding her of its needs.  On top of that, she really needed to relieve herself.

Finding her balance, she looked around, noticing the tiniest of glows coming in through the little cracks of the door.  Dawn perhaps?  Sia was perched right there, her outline just barely visible.

“Morning,” Novan yawned.  “I hope I didn’t miss much while I was out.”

Sia said nothing, looking out into the cracks of the door.

After finding a back corner to take care of business, Novan found herself wide awake, though in considerable abdominal pain.  She approached the door and rested next to Sia.

“So, what was the food he found?” she asked.

“Shut up,” Sia snapped quietly.

Rude.

“Rude, but not surprising,” Novan chuckled.

“Novan, just shut up for a second.”

Their voice was low and serious.  Novan complied, trying to see what it was that Sia was so curious about. And then Novan heard them.

Footsteps.  Large, hulking footsteps.  The footsteps of a behemoth.

“Okay, Novan, I need you to listen to me,” Sia began as they grabbed the lizard and got close to them.  “I’m gonna make as much sound as I possibly can and try to attract the silhouettes. When they open the door, I need you to run.  Don’t ask questions.  Just run and get back home.”

Something was wrong; more wrong than what was already happening.  True, they were already trapped, and getting out of there was top priority, but there was something else in Sia’s voice.  It was serious, yes, but also dry, hoarse, and above all else, desperate.  Something else was going on.

Novan then realized that they were missing a voice in their escape plan.

“Hex?” Novan yelled up.

Sia quick grabbed her head and brought it back to attention.

“Focus on me right now, Novan.  I’m going to get you out of here, and you’re going to go home.  Okay?”

You and you’re.  Not we or us.

What was happening?  Where was this panic and desperation coming from?  And where was Hex?  He was usually the first one to volunteer for these gung-ho sort of missions.  All of a sudden, he was quiet.  Was he going to be doing something else?

“Sia, you’re scaring me.”

“Good.  I need you to be scared so you can get out of here.  When the doors open, run like hell.  Just run and don’t stop until you get home.  Okay?”

“Sia, please.”

Sia took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly to keep themselves calm.

“I really had a lot of fun working with you two.”

They let go of Novan and took flight, beating their wings as hard as they could, sending a ghastly buzzing sound all around the room.  Novan winced at the velocity of it, watching Sia fly around the cracks to try and attract the silhouettes attention.

A moment later, the light disappeared.  Something had appeared to block it out.  For a moment, there was only total darkness all around them. Then came a click, and the door swung open with ease.

It all happened so quickly.  Time must have slowed down for Novan just for a second.  But within that second, a ragdoll fell from the floor above them. It must have been leaning against the door the whole time.  But it only took Novan a moment to recognize that tiny, limp thing.  It fell right in front of her, disappearing onto the countertop below, hitting it with a thud that spilled the tiniest amount of red that had already been dripping from its lip.

“Hex!” Novan screamed.

“Get going!” Sia demanded before rushing for the silhouette’s face.

So much suddenly happened.  Novan’s mind froze, but her arms and legs began to pump nonstop, not giving into panic for a moment.  Another silhouette had yelped from behind the bigger one, jumping back in surprise and pointing to Hex’s body.  It then pointed to Novan, who had crawled over Hex, as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

The door-mouse was dead.  Bits of red trickled out of his mouth, while bit of green clung to his teeth.  In his hands, he clutched a sizeable chunk of a green rock.  Novan didn’t need to guess what happened.  Hex had succeeded in finding what they were looking for, and all the pieces had begun to come together in Novan’s mind.

“Don’t lick!  Don’t swallow!” she told herself as she grabbed the piece of green with her mouth and sprinted toward the tear in the screen.

The sheer insanity of it all allowed her to get there without any problem, squeezing herself and their objective through without any damage. Once on the other side, she turned back toward the madness.

Sia did everything in their power to annoy and distract the behemoth.  They buzzed, they hissed, they stabbed.  But alas, it wasn’t enough.  In a split second, they felt the lashing hand of the silhouette slam into them, with so much strength, it knocked the air clean out of them.  They soared. A wing fell off.  They hit the side of something, and everything went black. Their body fell between the counter and the humming cold tower the silhouettes used to keep some food things in.

Once the body had vanished from sight, Novan made a mad dash away from that terrible place, still keeping the green safe in her mouth, making sure not to lick and not to swallow.  Eventually, she disappeared quietly into the brush of the forest.

The world passed by her in a blur as her head filled with hideous images of her friends meeting their ends.  She zoomed past other animals, pushing her way into the hollowed-out stump of a tree, passing the bulletin board and taking a left when a fork in the road came up. Going right would have taken her home. But something else was calling her amongst the angry noises that deafened and blinded her.

“Please, madam, drink this!”

A small bowl was placed in front of her by one of Candis’ servants.  She quickly lapped up the entire dish of water as her heart continued to beat a mile a minute.  Once she had been hydrated, her body went limp and she shut down, allowing her a moment to calm herself.

Candis’ servant rushed out of the room to get her more water and something to eat, bringing along a torn piece of cloth in case she began to feel cold or anything.  They stayed with Novan as her breathing slowed to a crawl, before she passed out.

“Yes, sir, I can confirm she brought some sort of green block back.”

The servant looked down, trying not to meet eye contact with his employer. There was something in his eyes they didn’t like.  This suited Candis just fine.  He barely paid attention to the staff as it was.  He was happy to listen this time though, returning home to good news a few hours after Novan had arrived in her state.

“You’re dismissed,” he happily said to the roach.  “Please collect the pouch of goods I left in my secret hideaway for Ms. Novan.  We won’t be long.  You did say she was awake, yes?”

“About a half an hour ago, yes.”

“Happy to hear it.  Now then. Off you go!”

The servant made his way out of the blue jay’s home, toward an unmarked area some few trees away.  Candis waited till they were gone before going into his study to meet with the sole survivor.  He found her awake, sipping on brown booze in a bowl.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Novan rasped as she noticed Candis enter the room. The tiny thimble of liquor that Candis kept up high for special occasions was out.

It was difficult to come about that booze, but he wouldn’t deny it was a time for celebration.

“I see you’ve started the party without the host,” he chuckled.  “I’ll let it pass though.  A lovely woman such as yourself deserves to enjoy the finer things, after all.”

She shivered.  This man really thought himself something special, didn’t he?  Hex was a far more attractive and far more charismatic individual, and Hex was, admittedly, bad at both those things.  Still, the small time the two were together was a cherished memory, even when they decided to remain friends.

But now Hex was dead.

“So, where is it?” Candis asked, wanting to get to the point.

She nudged her head over to a small table on the far end of the room.  The blue jay trotted over in elation, looking happily upon the small chunk of green.  Though, it was less than what he had hoped for.

“Couldn’t you have procured more?” he asked, sounding slightly indignant.

“My partners died just so I could get whatever that stuff is back to you,” she snapped unhappily, lapping at the booze.

“My condolences,” he said, sounding less sympathetic than Novan expected.

“What is that stuff anyways?” she followed up, wanting to move away from the subject of her friends.

Candis chuckled and shook his head.

“Sadly, that is for me to know, my sweet.  Your moment in this little story has come and gone.  When my servant returns with your reward, we will have to say our goodbyes.”  He pauses to see the utter annoyance and anger stretched across her face.  “I hope you don’t blame me for the death of your teammates.”

She did, but that was beyond the point.

“I’d rather not talk about them right now, if you don’t mind.  I’m still processing everything.”

“Completely understandable!” he replied.  “It’s a terrible thing.  May I join you in a drink?  We can toast your fallen comrades together.”

Sure, why not?  She had lost most of the will to live, so why not enjoy a drink with a filthy lecher who sent her and her friends off to suffer.  Bring on the booze!

Candis happily poured himself a bowl of the brown booze from the thimble and sipped on it, trying in vain to start some sort of conversation with Novan. She ignored his advances and waited.

Meanwhile, the roach servant had hid a minor roadblock on the way there. A pesky thief had made their way into Candis’ secret area, where our intrepid servant had to come face to face with them.  Only to stop and hear a harrowing tale.

“This belongs to us,” the thief informed the servant.

The roach refused to confront them, instead inviting them back to his employer’s humble abode.  They informed the thief that they would find all the answers they were looking for there. The thief begrudgingly went along, limping behind, readying themselves in case things took a turn for the worse. But the servant promised them that they would not tell Candis that they had tried to steal a bag of seed and currency.

In fact, upon hearing the thief’s tale, the servant was elated.  He couldn’t think of a better way to end this story.  It may not have been the perfect fairytale ending, but stories such as those were rarer than gold.

The two entered the home, making their way to the study, to which the servant and the thief had privy knowledge of how to get there.  They opened the door, expecting a joyful reunion. Instead, they stopped to find the freshly poisoned corpse of Candis Hollif, having only departed the mortal coil only ten minutes prior.

Novan just sat there, looking at his corpse, unaware of the visitors in the room.

It didn’t take a genius to know what the green chunks were.  If Hex’s corpse wasn’t enough of a clue, the numbness in her mouth and general pain in parts of her body were.  She hadn’t swallowed any when she had transported it there, but bits of dust and crust still manage to dislodge themselves.  She would survive though.

Candis would not.

She grinded a small portion of the chunk into as fine a powder as she could with the bottom of the thimble, before pouring herself a bowl of brown booze, and putting the poison in the remainder of the thimble.  If he hadn’t asked to join her in a drink, she would have offered. And if he refused, then at some point, he would have drank it, probably after dismissing whomever it was he had the intent on using the poison on.

Feeling a small sense of ease come over her, she walked over to the thimble, and pushed it back into the high up pantry, closing the wooden doors behind it.

Would anyone mourn Candis’ passing, she wondered?  No one was sure to mourn Hex or Sia.  Or maybe it was just Hex they would mourn, together.

“Novan?” Sia the thief muttered, catching the lizard’s attention.

They voice felt like a warm bath, making her wonder if the skink was losing her mind. She turned to see the wounded mosquito, limping with one less leg and one less wing.  They looked like utter hell.

Novan smiled, unsurprised.  Mosquitos don’t die so easily.

[nemesis-nexus]

Full Crow/Worm Moon HAIL MARDUK, Great Father and Original Earth Defender/Water Protector, HEAR US! Tonight we celebrate the Full Worm Moon which this year comes before the Vernal Equinox and the official Rebirth of the Planet! It is so called because this is the time of year when the worms are underground toiling away, aerating and tilling the soil, preparing the plant life and vegetation for the Grand Regeneration of Life! When the Season of Death is drawn to a close and the Earth once again begins to awaken from its hibernation, when the birds who flew South return North, the bears come out of their caves and all manner of Life resurges and the cacophony of and bustle of Nature is in full swing yet again! I would like to take a moment to touch down on something even more personal. Four years ago in January or 2013, I began Walking the Gates of the Necronomicon and I was told before I even started that the true "Initiation" of the Deities on the 'Ladder' would begin AFTER I finished, if I was permitted passage in the first place AND I chose to keep going until the end, which I did. First I want to acknowledge that the Necronomicon is a FICTITIOUS book and NOTHING in the story is legit EXCEPT the Enuma Elish which is part of the Magan Text, the Descent of INANNA into the Underworld to confront her sister ERESHKIGAL and the names of the Babylonian Deities mentioned. Everything else is just the work of a literary genius whose gift was such that people are STILL convinced that it is completely REAL! This is why I love HP LoveCraft's work, he truly was one in a million! The reason I wanted to mention my Walking is because the book, though fiction, is still a great tool to utilize for personal introspection because when you are Walking the Gates, you are NOT just ascending into the Astral, you are also DEscending into your own psyche or as Freud put it, your own Abyss (hence the Dark Night Of The Soul which is the time just before the Vernal Equinox we take a good hard look at ourselves and see what it is that we are doing or not doing that is hurting or helping us), to establish a deeper connection to that which is Within to that which is Without. This is absolutely necessary to do because we all accumulate various forms of energy all throughout the year and sometimes we don't realize that some of the things we are doing or not doing are actually not helping a situation no matter how pure our intentions may be! What makes my Walking more interesting (at least to me anyway) is that ISHTAR/INANNA is the third Deity on the 'Ladder' and she represents the Divine Feminine, Fertility, Birth/Rebirth, Female Strength, Honor, all the attributes of the Spring Season and her personal holiday during this month is Ostara, this is interesting because with everything that has gone on in the last year ESPECIALLY during the Seasons of Degeneration and Death (Autumn and Winter) the Earth is in DESPERATE need of a Rebirth that will reawaken not just Nature itself but each and EVERY Earth Defender and Water Protector! The Worm Moon is also called the Crow Moon and what are Crows most famous for? They are the Bridges between Death and Life! With all the negative energy that has accumulated even since just September through the end of November of 2016, it is no surprise that the SURGE of support for those who have and are Protecting the Water, People and Planet has EXPLODED, where there was once only DEATH there is now a great deal of LIFE charging forth and taking the lead - the Crow has taken flight and all those who feel their sense of duty are heeding its call to bring back the Balance between Death and Life, Chaos and Order! As Satanists it is our duty to uphold our Fathers Honor and to earn his Respect by taking our cue from him when the Qi is rendered Unbalanced and restoring it to its Balanced state! There are many who still think that Satanism is about constant Chaos, Death and Destruction and while all three are utilized by Nature itself to keep things circulating, WE are NOT one-dimensional Beings! We understand that Order, Life and Creation are equally important or else NOTHING can exist in ANY state! We do not revel in anguish or the suffering of others as some would have you believe nor do we wish to destroy the world as others would have you believe! Rather we are the ones who will make the tough calls and step up when things get rough, we also have no problem with getting our hands dirty if it is necessary to defend anyone we call Family, whether Blood or Spiritual, Human or Animal! Some Core Values of Satanism are: 1) ALWAYS stand against injustice no matter WHAT form it takes or who the aggressors are; it is easy enough to stand up to an enemy who poses a threat but it is EXCEEDINGLY difficult to do the same with a friend or family member because of the emotional ties and the fear of losing that connection. Be that as it may what must be the deciding factor is the greater good especially if it means exposing tyranny and corruption in a well established organization. 2) ALWAYS Honor your Family both Blood and Spiritual because "We are ONE even though we are MANY and we stand STRONGEST when we stand TOGETHER!" what that phrase means is that even though many of us consider ourselves to be strong individuals and loners, no man is an island. We all call on our Family (Human and/or Animal) for support when the chips are down and as such we should demonstrate the same regard for them as we would have them show us - at all times! 3) NEVER stop pursuing education and knowledge because the world is ever-changing and the only way to keep up with these changes is to never stop learning! Some of these changes will be good, some will be bad, the only way to know is to seek out the information ESPECIALLY the information they AREN'T telling you because that is always the most vital information which can change even the most stalwart persons mind if it is so persuasive or devastating that it needed to be hidden in the first place! 4) PHILANTHROPY is not just a buzzword, a true Satanist aids in the care and maintenance of their respective communities, lending a hand where it is needed because we live here too! This assistance should not be limited to our immediate areas as what is happening in other parts of the world may be happening THERE but that DOESN'T mean that it WON'T affect us sooner or later and even if it doesn't we should do what we can to lend a hand if we are able! All too often we see people on the street who are being passed by from people who call themselves "good" or "righteous", there has even in recent years been businesses putting up SPIKES to prevent the homeless from being able to sleep where it is warm! Apparently the so-called "righteousness" of these company owners disappears during business hours! It's quite nauseating! The Domestic Terrorism that has been used against Water Protectors by the so-called powers that be in all its forms is UNACCEPTABLE and as such many people the world over have risen in resistance and even though they could not be in the immediate areas where it was occurring, they STILL did what they could to send aid in the form of money and physical items as well as spiritual reinforcement! Philanthropy is necessary to keep fighting the good fight and to do what must be done at the time it needs doing for the sake of protecting the people and planet! The world is now realizing that the Divine Feminine needs to be honored as much as the Divine Masculine and that Life needs to be valued more than money or material wealth and as such it is going through yet another huge transition that may take years to come to full fruition, however as Rage Against The Machine stated in their song Guerilla Radio, "It has to start SOMEWHERE! It has to start SOMETIME! What better place than HERE? What better time than NOW?" That being said, we ALL need to rise up and resist TOGETHER and as such I am posting one of my favorite prayers to inspire all those who are willing to do what needs to be done to Protect and Defend our great Mother Earth and all those who dwell in, on, above and below the surface! For the women, it is reinforcement of YOUR power and wisdom, for the men it is representative of YOUR own ability to stand in solidarity with the women rather than being threatened by them which demonstrates your own strength of character and security in your masculinity that enables you to instead of reducing women to being the alleged "weaker sex" see them for what they truly are = EQUAL! We now more than ever MUST work together to restore the Balance to the Multiverse, failure to deprogram from all those false teachings of money is everything, that people are only worth as much as their bank statements dictate and trying to force absolute authority over other humans and nature itself demonstrates a person or groups prowess will only end in the utter destruction of the Human Race and quite possibly with a MYRIAD of "collateral damage" in the form of the extinction of many animal, plant and insect species! We MUST do what we can to slam on the brakes of the train that is trying to railroad us all to oblivion and put those wheels in reverse so that not only do OUR children and subsequent lineages have a future, but so all life forms that currently reside on this planet are also able to keep going! The Human Race needs to remember that we are neither above nor below the Natural Order of things, that we are all part of the Circle or Hoop of Life and as such we need to repair the broken links so that we can resume doing our part in keeping the Qi flowing rather than being the weakness that is disrupting it and making things that much harder for all life forms! The Human Race lets go of its own ego and remember WHY it is that we are able to do the things we are especially as far as Magic, Technology, Medicine, Travel and Science are concerned, we were given the ability to Master all these things BECAUSE we were always the Guardians and Protectors of the Planet and everything that comes with it! We are here to work with nature, not exalt ourselves above it, the sooner we remember ourselves, the better off we will be! We can start by making sure that all those who are causing the hate, pain, destruction and devastation are brought to Justice so that they may be dealt with them accordingly and we can then resume our duty as assigned by our INFALLIBLE Father Satan! AVE SATANI! Illustrious Lady ISHTAR Do Not Mistake Her Kindness For Weakness, She Will Prove You Wrong! Do Not Think That Anything You Do Escapes Her Eye, She Sees All! Do Not Think That You Can Commit Acts Of Aggression And Not Be Judged, Her Judgment Is Severe And She Is Not In The Habit Of Being Lenient! When The Drums Sound, Heeding The War Cry, She Emerges In Full Armor! When The Names Of Her Children Are Slandered, She Will Strike Down Their Detractors! When The Children Of Her Children Are Attacked, She Will Destroy The Guilty! When Those Who Instigate Are Relentless, She Will Drive Them Into The Ground! SHE Who Removed Every Piece Of Protection And Ascended To EGURRA! SHE Who Faced Her Sister ERESHKIGAL And Her Horde Of Demons! SHE Who Died And Rose Again To Retake Her Place On The Throne! SHE Who Does Not Back Down From Any Battle No Matter Who Engages! SHE Who Comes To The Aid Of All Her Children In Their Time Of Need! Lionhearted Lady Of The Battle, I Call To You From The Earth, I PRAY YOU HEAR ME! Gentle Spirit Of Divine Love, I Call To You From My Soul, I PRAY YOU HEAL ME! Triumphant Goddess Over The Netherworld, I Call To You From My Heart, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH THAT I MAY DECIMATE ALL ENEMIES! You Who Are Most Loved By The Gods, You Defend Your Own With Your Life, SPREAD YOUR ARMS AND EMBRACE THOSE AFFECTED! You Who Fears Nothing And No One, Who Will Meet Any Threat Head On, BRING FORTH YOUR SWORD AND SHIELD! You Who Lets It Be Known That She Will Not Be Disrespected By Anyone, SMITE THOSE WHO ARROGANTLY CURSE THINE OWN AND SATANS NAME! You Who Are An Inspiration To All Those Who Have Had To Die So They Could Live, WE ARE ETERNAL FOR WE KNOW YOURS AND SATANS LOVE, HONOR AND PROTECTION! --- ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INSENCE! Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una! Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In Diabolus Nomen Nos Fides! AVE SATANÍ! (We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER! Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In Satan's Name We Trust! HAIL SATAN!) Ave URURU! Ave EA! Ave DIMUZI! Ave ININNI! Ave GILGAMESH! Ave ENKIDU! Ave TIAMAT! Ave ABSU! Ave MARDUK! Ave SARPANITUM! Ave SATANÍ! HAIL SATAN! HPS Meg "Nemesis Nexus" Prentiss

[torreygazette]

Are Women Space Aliens? And Other Important Questions

Perhaps you may remember a book that came out in the early nineties called Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, by a secular therapist named John Gray. Gray opened his book with a fictional “origin story” where he asked his audience to imagine that men came from Mars and women came from Venus, but fell in love and decided to live together on Earth. Gray wrote that, like two species from two different planets, men and women are different all the way down, and as long as they can remember that fact members of the opposite sex can have mutually rewarding relationships. The idea obviously struck a chord because Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus went on to become a huge hit, selling more than fifty million copies and being translated into fifty different languages.

Gray’s book resonated for a lot of people because it played into a concept of sexuality that comes very naturally for humans. We like to focus on and exaggerate the differences between ourselves and others instead of dwelling on what we have in common. Without the light of Biblical revelation to tell us about our true origins, we would probably all look at the idiosyncrasies of the opposite sex and come to the same conclusion as Gray: “Yup. They’re space aliens.” 

The idea that men and women have very different—even opposite—natures is one that is not only intuitive, it has also been reinforced by centuries and centuries of human tradition. In her new book Beyond Authority and Submission: Women and Men in Marriage, Church and Society, author Rachel Green Miller explains that, even when we want to be committed to Biblical truth, traditional human wisdom has a way of sneaking up on us. Beyond Authority and Submission takes its readers through history to peel back the layers of conventional wisdom that have informed the evangelical world’s ideas about what it means to be male or female.

Miller begins with a survey of Greco-Roman thought on gender roles. Although the Greeks and Romans didn’t think that women were from outer space, they did think that women had a very different nature from men—in this case, a decidedly inferior one. They looked at women’s weaker, smaller, and different bodies and concluded that women must also have a weaker inner nature. For the Greeks and the Romans, the belief that people were born with an inferior or superior nature was a very important component of political philosophy, because nature was what determined who should rule, and who should be ruled. This all began with establishing “separate spheres” for men and women. Miller explains:

The philosopher Aristotle, in particular, advanced the theory of the oikos, the private domestic sphere, and the polis, the public sphere. The two spheres were both separate and unequal. Women, due to their weakness and inferiority, were best suited to the domestic sphere of the home. Men, in contrast had the necessary strength and superiority to rule the world outside the home. (p38)

How did Aristotle’s concept of oikos and polis end up informing modern sensibilities—including Christian ones—about the nature of men and women? Miller explains that the Renaissance, with its rediscovery of Greek and Roman philosophy, bridged the gap between the ancient world and one that is closer to home for us: the world of the Victorians. 

The Victorians borrowed the Greek and Roman idea of separate spheres for men and women, but they made some adjustments. While Aristotle and his contemporaries believed that people with superior natures should work for the common good, Charles Darwin’s evolutionary theory introduced a “survival of the fittest” mentality in which self-interest and even brutality were held up as evolutionary ideals. However, values like compassion, humility and selflessness couldn’t just be thrown out the window, and that’s where “women’s work” took on another dimension. Have you ever heard people say that women’s influence makes men “civilized”? The Victorian era is where this idea started: 

… the Greeks and the Romans believed that men were morally superior to women. But the Victorians turned this upside down. Being morally superior might keep men from being ambitious, assertive and powerful. So women were giving a new responsibility: upholding the virtue of society. (p51)

As Miller’s book shows, there was a certain “equality” between men and women that emerged in Victorianism, but it was an equality that was conditional on men and women staying in their separate spheres, carrying out different tasks that were suited to their opposite natures. In other words, women were equal in value with men, but this equality was something that women “earned” by behaving differently than men, rather than something that came from women being created in the same Imago Dei as men. 

Today, conservative Christians do not typically think of women as inferior to men, but we do have a tendency to revert to the traditional idea that men and women are polar opposites. Miller writes,

Many complementarians describe women in contrast to men. There’s a parallel set of roles for women and a mirror image definition of femininity. If men are strong and brave leaders, initiators, providers, and protectors, women are soft and submissive helpers, mothers, and keepers of the home. (p83)

As Beyond Authority and Submission draws out, this “oppositeness” between male and female is often seen as what determines who should have authority and who should be under authority:

For many conservative Christians, the counterparts to masculine initiative and authority are feminine responsiveness and submission, characteristics that define womanhood. Women submit because they are women. (p86)

Just as it did in the Greco-Roman and Victorian worlds, this idea sounds plausible at first, but when we hold it up to the rest of the Bible, we begin to hit snags. We all—men and women—are called upon to operate in relationships where we may be under authority, or in authority. As Miller writes in her first chapter, both authority and submission are human characteristics that belong to both men and women:

The key to a biblical understanding of authority and submission is that we are humans, male and female, made in the image of God. In Genesis 1, at the very beginning, God made us and gave us authority over the rest of creation. God commanded us to rule over “every living thing that moves on the earth” (Gen. 1:28). This authority is part of the very nature of humanity, and it’s a good thing when used appropriately. (p13)

Every person, every created being, ultimately owes submission to God. We often rebel against this truth, but creator/creature distinction is at the heart of submission. He is God and is the creator. We are created and are not God (Rom. 1:18-25). This contrast is essential for us to grasp the nature of submission. Submission is a human characteristic. It’s part of our human nature. (p13-14)

The apostle Paul reminds us in 1 Corinthians 11:8-9 that there is a difference between male and female - but we should pay close attention to what that difference is:

For man is not from woman, but woman from man. Nor was man created for the woman, but woman for the man.

The paradox of human sexuality is that the very thing that distinguishes male from female also establishes our fundamentally common human nature. Adam was not born on “Planet Authority” and Eve on “Planet Submission.”  In fact, Eve came from a source that could not possibly be any closer—she came from Man himself. As Miller writes,

… unity is what Adam emphasized when he first saw Eve: “This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh” (Gen. 2:23a). You may wonder, didn’t Adam notice the physical differences between himself and Eve? I’m sure he did, but that's not what he dwelt on. He was struck by what united them. (p26)

Photo by Drew Mills

[pusicdanny]

So you’re a tall and handsome alien with the super human strength and power of a God. And you just so happen to live on a planet filled with people that inexplicably look, speak, and act exactly like your own alien race. Except of course they're not as handsome as you, or as strong as you, or have any of your God like powers. And they can’t help but die if you hit them. You’re faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. And You’re able to catapult a punk straight to Russia with a nonchalant flick of the wrist. So you’ve got the looks, the God like arsenal of powers and the confidence that comes with that, and for some reason you’ve decided against becoming King of everything. You’ve said no to wearing a golden crown -- which only you could wear because it’s so heavy it would snap anybody else’s neck like a twig if they put it on -- and rejected the idea of having hot alien sex with their most beautiful and sort after women. No, you've decided against that. Of course being Earth’s sole ruler doesn't mean you would’ve been a tyrant. You could’ve been a benevolent master and ruled like a loving father, bringing about world peace and the end of crime with your fair and just policies. Perhaps your new crimes legislation, the ‘stop killing and stealing from each other or I’ll put my fist through your face act!’ wasn’t immediately popular with civil liberties groups, but who’d be able to argue with the results? No one would be able to deny the strength of your international policy, your ‘stop being a bunch of jerks or I’ll kick your nuts in so hard you’ll be sucking on them for the rest of your lives’ fair trade act. No, instead you’ve decided to create a secret identity, join the workforce and try to blend in with the crowd. In essence deciding to take shit from people much weaker than you who, you could easily melt with a single ray of laser from your dreamy blue eyes. Not only that, but you’ve also decided to retire from a hard day at the office to a hard night of saving jerks that keep calling you gay for wearing your symbolic, form-fitting, superhero outfit and then stretching the limits of your moral strength by not stuffing their own fist up their own ass. “What’s the S stand for - Supergay? “Stop fisting yourself. Stop fisting yourself. Stop fisting yourself” “ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Not only are you taking shit from a bunch of weak pissants, you’re taking shit from a pack of idiots too. You’ve cleverly managed to disguise your true identity from them by simply wearing a pair of false prescription glasses. (Look, I know I look and sound exactly like that Superman character flying around town, and you’ve seen me rip a parking meter out of the ground and then kick a parking meter attendant straight to Massachusetts -- No, you’ve just been booked, by me! -- but I’m not Superman; see, I wear glasses. I’m just as pathetic as you.) So naturally you’ve come to the conclusion that either the entire human race are relatively blind or are, in fact, a pack of retards: Traffic jams, fist fights or entrapped anorectal foreign body surgery (Why is that even a term?) this is not a species you should be taking orders from. You’re cut from a stronger moral cloth and you want to help people, you say. Well then, why not start at home?. What about your adoptive parents? The dirt poor, mid - western farmers that took care of you and raised you as their own. Sheltering you and showering you with unconditional love. Remember them? Most other farmers would have tried to pitchfork you in the throat if they thought you were an alien. Or Mexican. Being a couple of rural farmers is hard enough as it is without having to raise an alien’s child who could literally kick the shit out of them if he wanted to. Literally “Eat your peas son” “I’ll fucking kill you” “Maybe I’ll eat them” So why not help them out? I’m not talking about plowing the old man’s wheat fields, or harvesting his corn, which by itself would’ve saved dear old pop’s back, and let him look up at the heavens once in awhile. No, I’m talking about returning some of that goodwill and generosity by easing their financial troubles. Like maybe finding some gold. Maybe fifty tonnes worth.In a cargo ship you just happened to find lying by the side of the road. “Hey, these gold bars are stamped: Property of Ecuador. Maybe we should return it to them?” “Oh, no I already tried. In fact, they insisted I kept it just so long as I blew out the huge fire that started when I arrived.” You can’t do that you say. You're Superman. It wouldn't be right. You stand for truth, justice and the American way. So no stealing I guess. Hey, that’s not to say you couldn't still make a fortune using your powers and help out your surrogate family in other ways. Surely you could make a few million by being a UFC world champion fighter? You could call yourself: Clarke ‘’The Superman’’ Kent. And when you fought guys like, ‘Chuck ‘The Iceman’’ Liddell’ and ‘Wanderlei “The Axe Murderer” Silva’, you could beat them with some flare. Like freezing ‘’The Iceman’’ into a horrified block of ice. Or axing “The Axe Murderer’’ with your karate chops, making their defeats both ironic and entertaining to the crowds. And what’s with this punk, Lex Luther? He’s been nothing but a thorn in your side ever since you decided to don the cape and costume. This guy’s almost killed you countless times.And there he is still walking around. Maybe he couldn’t keep breaking out of prison to kill you if he didn’t have any legs? It sure would make him easier to find. But legs or no legs that won’t stop Lex from trying to kill you. It’s like he’s obsessed with it. And he knows of the one thing that can kill you: Kryptonite. Do you really want a guy that knows your single but fatal weakness “walking” (read: crawling) around, single mindedly and pathologically obsessed with killing you? So You might want to take him out the next time he tries brandishing a stick of Kryptonite in your face. “In my hand I have the one thing that can kill you, Superma--” Zap! “...but I see you’ve burnt my face off. From a hundred yards away.With those laser-eyes. Probably won’t forget about that trick next time.” So how does it end for you Superman? Do you continue fighting crime and injustice one act at a time? Or do you hang up your tights and retire as Clark Kent. Stuck in a rut. Only to use your laser eyes to warm your instant coffee and using your X-ray vision to check out what Lois Lane keeps refusing to show you. Surrounded by morons and wondering what could have been if only you applied yourself to loftier goals. Like being king of everything

[nemesis-nexus]

Bloody Buck Moon and Extended Lunar Eclipse Sermon 2018 HAIL NINGIZHEDA, Keeper of the Caduceus and Guardian of the Good Tree hear us! It has been VERY humid in my personal corner of the world and it has not let up even with the minor rain showers we have had, in fact the rain has increased the level of humidity rather than lower it and we have not had a thunderstorm (we had a couple of passing rumbles but nothing to write home about) as of yet which is usually the reaction of this kind of prolonged humidity, at least around here. I am concerned because this kind of oppressive weather is very bad for those who have breathing issues, even I have found myself having difficulty to the point of almost needing my inhaler, especially in stores that have no air conditioning! I don’t envy the people who have to work under those conditions; in fact I think that is a hazardous working environment! I ask you to keep watch over those employees so that they do not succumb to heat exhaustion or suffocate under the pressure! AVE NINGIZHEDA! It has been a very active time on this island Earth and there has been no shortage of damage done by the moving ground, rising waves and human instigation on all levels. We have seen families torn apart by addiction, disease, tyranny and selfishness. We have seen the Sky turn dark as midnight during the day and bright as noon in the wee hours of morn! We have seen several species die off including bees and crows and even land animals such as deer and cattle. We have seen humans so in despair of their circumstances that they would rather pop pills and drink alcohol in a vain attempt to escape only to almost die in the process! We have seen the water become so polluted that in several areas people cannot drink it yet instead of fixing the problem the so-called powers that be would rather allow a foreign corporation to continue to drain already drought ravaged states of their water just to turn around and sell it back to the same people they stole it from in the first place! This is a sign of the times and just how corrupt the human ego has become especially in regards to those in high office and I do mean ALL of them the world over! I have addressed this before but I will do it again now because we have seen the signs all around us indicating just how deep in trouble we all are! The world may not be coming to an end, at least not in the terms of everything being reduced to nothing, but if the human race is not careful it WILL take itself out! There are those who are dying of starvation not because there isn’t enough food but because the ones who control the rations don’t think they are a priority so they aren’t fed! There are those who are freezing to death on the street, not because there are no vacant homes for them to occupy, but because the ones in control of housing don’t think they are important enough to have shelter because they can’t pay for it because they can’t get a job because they can’t get hired because they don’t have a permanent address so they are thrown in the gutter and ignored by all those who could help but CHOOSE not to! What it comes down to is that the human race has lost its humanity and this MUST change if we are to have any hope of saving ourselves as well as the planet! The biggest problem in my opinion is the disconnection to the Spirit, EVERYTHING in the Multiverse has a Spirit and when we lose sight of that, we lose sight of the very thing that binds ALL Life together and the Circle or Hoop is broken! I feel the biggest contributor to this disconnection is the desensitization of the human mind. Those who were raised in the Abrahamic Religions know the level of disregard they have for other humans, not because those humans actually committed any crime but because their corrupt books tell them that ONLY those who are like THEM are worthy of being treated like a HUMAN and that ONLY those who do what they are told by the head of the institution will win favor with that god and we know that ANY God worth their salt would NEVER leave THEIR job up to ANY human nor would they ever allow any human to confirm or deny any part of another (ie homosexuality, race, color or following a different religion such as Satanism or Paganism) just because they had a personal issue with it! If that were the case then there would be no God because if humans are doing the job for them then what would be THEIR purpose or function? This is something they don’t want you to be aware of just like they don’t want you to be aware of the GODDESSES and the power of women generally speaking! Notice how ALL the Abrahamic Religions (and yes there are others) are definitively Patriarchal who ALL expect women to behave like beasts of burden rather than the HUMAN equals we are, in fact there are still STRICTLY Matriarchal societies out there who are thriving just fine without any more help than is needed and the only help that is needed is when it comes to procreation but as far as hunting, building, governing and religion, the women take care of themselves so this idea that women are the weaker sex and can NOT handle things on their own is not only GARBAGE, it’s learned behavior that NEEDS to be impressed on them lest they discover their own power and wield it accordingly! The idea that a woman can actually be stronger than a man is not a foreign concept, it simply is not taught in societies where the male ego is THAT fragile. In Ancient and remote societies the men were/are responsible for the hunting, fishing and whatnot and the women took care of the village. Now that might sound like “barefoot and pregnant” talk but when one actually takes into consideration WHAT exactly goes into taking care of the village one must think of thieves sneaking in when the men are out hunting to steal anything they can get their hands on, attacking or abducting the women and/or children or even burning everything to the ground! These are NOT situations that a weak little flower would be able to withstand, it takes a woman WARRIOR to stand guard and fight back! We are such warriors and that scares all those who NEED us to believe otherwise! One of the things Satanism DEMANDS and will NOT tolerate the lack of is RESPECT towards HUMANS regardless of their gender as we are all needed to keep things going and we all have our talents in the Spiritual arena as well as elsewhere in life! As I sit here it is pouring rain outside, in fact it was downpouring quite heavily for about an hour or so, when it rains like this I record audio and video for meditation purposes and as the water cascaded down the awning and onto my glass table below filling up and overflowing the top, I could not help but think of the original Flood and why it was necessary. If people look around and see what the human race has done to this planet, to the very ecosystem that sustains ALL life including theirs, you get an idea of just how bad things were back then! When you look at videos of divers swimming around what were once tropical paradises such as Bali and you see the filth and trash that is plaguing our oceans, so much so that WHALES are CHOKING TO DEATH on the garbage, you realize that if humans have THIS much disregard for all other forms of life NOW, how fevered were their egos back THEN? When you hear about species after species being put on the endangered species list and then going extinct due to things such as overhunting, overfishing or overdevelopment you have to wonder just how far in decline all the other species were! People always say “yeah that god what a bastard, he killed off everything” yet they don’t look at the WHOLE picture in the sense of how many things did the humans kill off because they decided that whatever animal or plant was created ONLY for them to do with as they will! They don’t even CONSIDER how much destruction the human race was guilty of or how many other species were wiped out by the arrogance of the human race or how far gone they already were at the time and the Flood was necessary to not only SAVE THEM but EVERYTHING ELSE that THEY were abusing! The other thing they never seem to take the time to think about is that the same Great Counsel that ruled in favor of the “global reset” is the same Great Counsel who SAVED THE WORLD! Yes a massive disaster that reduces everything to zero is an EXTRAORDINARY measure to take, but when it comes to either watching one of several of your creations slowly killing off everything else because they too became disconnected from the Spiritual and began living only for themselves and their own personal gratification, or in an effort to salvage everything by subjecting those same humans to the level of disregard they showed towards ALL other life forms, it becomes understandable as to why it occurred! It wasn’t any one god pitching a fit because he for some reason stopped liking humans, it was a decision that was rendered because the human ego had grown beyond itself and it was destroying everything in existence already! In fact Enki, a member of that counsel, took it upon himself to come down and warn Unapishtam about the upcoming flood waters and also to instruct him on how to build the boat using the design of his own marine travel vessels to guide the construction! It was this act of solidarity that ultimately saved the human race because Enki was not ready to give up on us yet! The human race was spared complete annihilation because the same Gods who brought down the Flood are the same Gods who allowed Enki’s decision to remain effective! They don’t hate us and they never did though some are not exactly in our favor, they hate what was being done and the level of arrogance and indifference in which the human race was operating! Looking around at the world today, at the way people have no problem with cutting down the woods (just as Gilgamesh and Enkidu cut down the Cedar Forest) but then want to complain about the wildlife that LIVE/D in those woods showing up in their back yards as though they have ANYWHERE else to go, even MURDERING animals such as coyotes, wolves, bears etc JUST for being alive even though these animals are NEEDED to keep the other herds from overpopulating! Here’s a clue jackass, stop stealing THEIR homes and they’ll stop showing up at YOURS!!! Other things that are being compromised are the Air and underground! The human ego has far outdone itself as far as greed is concerned and we see this every day with pipeline after pipeline being laid down, leaking and poisoning the water and Earth but does this stop those responsible for laying it down? HELL NO! In fact they couldn’t care less about what happens where they lat their pipes because the fallout doesn’t affect THEM and anyone it does affect simply isn’t important enough to give a damn about! What these people fail to understand is that the Earth IS RESPONDING to the constant abuse! Because of the constant fracturing of the mantle and shale beneath the amount of seismic activity around the world has increased to the point where GIGANTIC CRACKS are forming all over the globe, on every continent! In remote areas where there are not lakes, streams, rivers etc WATER is starting to appear on the surface, New England now has an ENORMOUS magma pocket that is RISING underneath it! What people need to know about seismic activity is that just because an earthquake happens in one area does NOT mean that it affects ONLY that area, those vibrations travel and can cause other things to occur, look no further for proof of this than Fukushima, Japan back in 2011! When that earthquake struck it triggered a tsunami that slammed into a nuclear reactor which caused a MASSIVE radiation spill off the coast and in the ground! You take something like that and MULTIPLY it times even TEN quakes in similar positions and the fallout could not only be devastating but could end all life on Earth and THIS time the Gods will NOT be to blame, ONLY the humans who enabled it to happen! When Enki broke his Oath and came down to save as many of us as he was able, he did so with the VERY high hope that things would turn out differently, that the human race would remember what happened and learn from it so it wouldn’t (have to) happen again! I can’t even imagine how much it pains him to look at the state of the human race as it is now because we are not living up to our end of the bargain and that was to take care of the planet and everything on it, instead we have backslid severely and are in that same place we were before with fevered egos, greed and self gratification ruling over logic, reason, respect and consideration! Why don’t the Gods just fix it? First because they did that already and human arrogance responded by resorting to the same behavior that got it in trouble the first time and second because the Gods did not create the problem, WE DID, so why should they be tasked to fix it if it only means that we will eventually end up back in the same situation YET AGAIN? They fixed everything the first time and the only thanks that they, especially Enki and Ningizheda, got was to have their chronicles plagiarized, their names erased and reconstituted and cursed at by those who are too ignorant to think of the reasons and ultimate result of the decision that was rendered! I can’t help but be humored by the people who spout nonsense such as “Carpet bomb the whole MidEast, reduce it to glass, that’ll take care of the terrorists!” because more often than not they are the same people who condemn the Counsel for doing just that and yes it was to get rid of the terrorists that were threatening the existence of everything! You can’t have it both ways, you are either FOR doing what you feel needs to be done for the greater good or you’re just a hypocrite who can’t deal with reality. For the record I am against carpet bombing the MidEast because terrorists are everywhere and they aren’t all Muslim! HONORABLE ENKI please be with us this Full Bloody Buck Moon! This Full Moon is called the Buck Moon because this is the time of year when male moose and deer shed their old antlers and grown new ones for the sake of protection and hunting for food! That this Full Moon is not only a Blood Moon but a Lunar Eclipse as well is no surprise given everything that is happening the world over; the poisoning of the Earth, the pollution of the Water, the Toxicity of the Air and the Volcanoes that can no longer sit still, all of these things if they are allowed to continue can only lead us all down one road and it is NOT one we want to travel down! The end of that road will draw the same conclusions that it did the last time we found ourselves heading down it! Now is the time to stop rushing through life, to take the time to sit down and contemplate everything that has happened and IS happening! To take a hard, deep introspective look at ourselves and remember that ALL of us are Spiritual Being and to discount or ignore this fact only serves to cut us off from everything around us; the trees, the animal kingdom, each other and the rest of the Multiverse! Only accepting what you can see, hear and feel also makes one an ineffective worker of ANY and ALL forms of Magick because if you are disconnected from everything due to believing that reality is ONLY what you can hear, see and feel then how can you commune with the Spirit World? With the Deity? With the Wee Ones? With Nature itself? You cannot see the Air, does this mean it doesn’t exist? We can’t see gravity, does that now also cease to exist? There is always more than one way to see something, this is why we all have “Third Eyes”! We implore you Enki, Ningizheda and the Great Counsel to recognize that for all those who are causing the senseless destruction to also cast your gaze upon those who are taking a stand against it and doing what they feel is right to turn the tide and tread upon more favorable waters! We know that the fight is going to be long and hard but like you, we are bound and determined to change things for the better! AVE SATANI! HAIL SATAN! “Bloodline In The Sand We were born from the Dragons Heart, With passion and pride right from the start! Earth for skin and Water for Vitality, Breath of Life and Fiery Vivacity! Darkness and Light show each other respect, Knowing that all things are cause and effect! Impressed upon us is maintaining the Balance, It sounds easy but can be quite the challenge! Everything went smoothly in the beginning state, Until the Human decided he didn’t need to remunerate! Forgetting themselves and how they came to be, So those at the top set the Elements free! There was one whose heart balked at the atrocity, His personal sacrifice was met with much animosity! Now we find ourselves heading in the same dire direction, The way to change course is through deep reflection! We must remember who we are and reciprocate the love, From the Earth Below to the Endless Dimensions around and Above! Right now we are in serious trouble, If we don’t act now we’ll burst our own bubble! There is still time to turn things around, It will take effort, energy and cooperation abound! The Ones who always existed are keeping close watch with eye and ear, Make no mistake, they are NOT coming back, THEY ARE ALREADY HERE! -Nemesis Nexus” ZI ANA KANPA! ZI KIA KANPA! MAY THE DEAD RISE AND SMELL THE INCENSE! Etiamsi MULTA Et Nos UNUM Sumus Nos Sto Validus Ut Nos Sto Una! Semper Veritas, Semper Fideles, In Diabolus Nomen Nos Fides! AVE SATANÍ! (We Are ONE Even Though We Are MANY And We Stand STRONGEST When We Stand TOGETHER! Always TRUTHFUL, Always FAITHFUL, In Satan's Name We Trust! HAIL SATAN!) Ave URURU! Ave ENKI/EA! Ave NINGIZHEDA! Ave AZIMUA! Ave DIMUZI! Ave ININNI! Ave ERESHKIGAL! Ave NERGAL! Ave GILGAMESH! Ave ENKIDU! Ave TIAMAT! Ave ABSU! Ave MARDUK! Ave SARPANITUM! Ave SATANÍ! HAIL SATAN! HPS Meg "Nemesis Nexus" Prentiss