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Morse code transcription: vvv vvv How Canadas Mark Carney plans to win over Donald Trump Labour minister sorry over grooming gangs dog whistle remark Europe marks VE Day with Trump on its mind Five men arrested on suspicion of terrorism offences, Met police says Uppsala shooting Swedes react to horror amid Walpurgis festival Parking chaos and poo The price of Mam Tors popularity Fourteen children arrested over Gateshead boys fire death Trump criticised after posting AI image of himself as Pope Katy Perry From Blue Origin flight to cringe dance moves the online backlash against her Reform considers legal challenges against asylum hotels
Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Uppsala shooting Swedes react to horror amid Walpurgis festival Five men arrested on suspicion of terrorism offences, Met police says Fourteen children arrested over Gateshead boys fire death Labour minister sorry over grooming gangs dog whistle remark How Canadas Mark Carney plans to win over Donald Trump Trump criticised after posting AI image of himself as Pope Reform considers legal challenges against asylum hotels Parking chaos and poo The price of Mam Tors popularity Europe marks VE Day with Trump on its mind Katy Perry From Blue Origin flight to cringe dance moves the online backlash against her
Morse code transcription: vvv vvv Europe marks VE Day with Trump on its mind Five men arrested on suspicion of terrorism offences, Met police says Fourteen children arrested over Gateshead boys fire death Katy Perry From Blue Origin flight to cringe dance moves the online backlash against her Labour minister sorry over grooming gangs dog whistle remark Parking chaos and poo The price of Mam Tors popularity Trump criticised after posting AI image of himself as Pope How Canadas Mark Carney plans to win over Donald Trump Uppsala shooting Swedes react to horror amid Walpurgis festival Reform considers legal challenges against asylum hotels
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Many celebrate April 30 as “Halfway to Halloween,” but Walpurgis Night is more than just spooky fun — it's a night when witches rise, saints blur into goddesses, and ancient fires still burn.Download The FREE PDF For This Episode's WORD SEARCH Puzzle: https://weirddarkness.com/WalpurgisNight Get the Darkness Syndicate version of #WeirdDarkness: https://weirddarkness.com/syndicateDISCLAIMER: Ads heard during the podcast that are not in my voice are placed by third party agencies outside of my control and should not imply an endorsement by Weird Darkness or myself. *** Stories and content in Weird Darkness can be disturbing for some listeners and intended for mature audiences only. Parental discretion is strongly advised.IN THIS EPISODE: “Walpurgis Night was when, according to the belief of millions of people, the devil was abroad—when the graves were opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel.” – Bram Stoker, from “Dracula's Guest”. Walpurgis Night is something most English-speaking listeners won't know about – but it's being celebrated at this precise moment. While others are currently celebrating “Halfway to Halloween” or “Half-o-ween” for short… in Germany, they're celebrating a second Halloween which they call Walpurgisnacht – or “Walpurgis Night.” Plus, later in the show I'll share a story that was intended specifically to be read on Walpurgis Night – it's called “The Black Bargain” from PJ Hodge!CHAPTERS & TIME STAMPS (All Times Approximate and Only Accurate For the Commercial Version)…00:00:00.000 = Show Open00:01:37.995 = Happy Walpurgisnacht, Everyone00:34:34.458 = The Black Bargain (a Fictional Story To Be Told on Walpurgis Night)00:48:10.168 = Show CloseSOURCES AND RESOURCES FROM THE EPISODE…“Happy Walpurgisnacht, Everyone!” by Todd at GothicHorrorStories.com: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/a8svp23c“The Black Bargain” by PJ Hodge, posted at FreakyFolkTales.com: https://weirddarkness.tiny.us/j49bd4=====(Over time links seen above may become invalid, disappear, or have different content. I always make sure to give authors credit for the material I use whenever possible. If I somehow overlooked doing so for a story, or if a credit is incorrect, please let me know and I will rectify it in these show notes immediately. Some links included above may benefit me financially through qualifying purchases.)= = = = ="I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness." — John 12:46= = = = =WeirdDarkness® is a registered trademark. Copyright ©2025, Weird Darkness.=====Originally aired: April 30, 2021EPISODE PAGE at WeirdDarkness.com (includes list of sources): https://weirddarkness.com/WalpurgisNightTAGS: Walpurgis Night, Walpurgisnacht, Hexennacht, Halfway to Halloween, pagan holidays, witchcraft history, Beltane, spring festivals, Saint Walburga, Brocken Mountain, German folklore, witches Sabbath, European paganism, Celtic traditions, May Day, Beltane vs Walpurgis, Valborg Sweden, Vappu Finland, Volbriöö Estonia, burning of the witches, Walpurgis bonfires, supernatural festivals, ancient rituals, spooky folklore, Weird Darkness, pagan saints, fertility festivals, Gothic folklore, Blocksberg witches, eerie European traditions, Walpurgis legends
Die Walpurgisnacht zieht allerlei Geisterwesen auf den Blocksberg, so sagt der Volksglaube. Auch für den Autor Wolfgang Knape hat der Brocken eine magische Anziehungskraft. Sein Feature erzählt vom höchsten Berg im Harz.
Im Harz gehört diese Feier genauso zum Jahr dazu wie Weihnachten und Ostern: Walpurgis steht vor der Tür! Mittwoch feiern große und kleine Hexen und Teufel im Harz – auch in vielen Orten im Landkreis Göttingen. Warum Walpurgis gefeiert wird und wie das Programm in verschiedenen Orten in diesem Jahr aussieht, hören wir jetzt. Annika Quentin hat darüber mit Andreas Lehmberg gesprochen. Er ist der stellvertretende Geschäftsführer des Harzer Tourismus-Verbandes und einer der ...
oder: Warum man den Brocken in der Nacht vom 30. April auf den 1. Mai meiden sollte.
In dieser Folge wandert die Brockenbande auf den höchsten Berg Norddeutschlands – den Brocken! Oben angekommen treffen sie Christoph vom Brockenhaus, der ihnen viele spannende Dinge zeigt.Sie entdecken den Brockengarten mit Pflanzen aus aller Welt, hören eine tolle Geschichte über den Dichter Goethe und erfahren, warum der Brocken früher eine streng bewachte Grenze war.Natürlich geht es auch um Hexen, die Walpurgisnacht und das geheimnisvolle Brockengespenst! Im Brockenhaus gibt's außerdem viel über Tiere, Natur und die Geschichte des Berges zu lernen.Ein richtig spannendes Abenteuer auf dem magischen Brocken!
Step into the shadowy world of horror writing as Rami Unger takes us on his spine-chilling journey from a young Stephen King enthusiast to a master of the macabre. Discover how a fateful encounter with "It" at the age of 11 ignited his passion for horror, setting him on the path to becoming a celebrated author. With his upcoming book, "Symphony for Walpurgis," on the horizon, listen to Rami's reflections on the rewarding experience of hearing from fans who are thrilled, yet delightfully unnerved by his work.Beyond the pages, we explore innovative strategies for marketing books in today's world, moving past the saturated sphere of social media. Join us as we uncover the power of word-of-mouth and the magic of connecting with readers through genre-specific events. From daring to engage with strangers to building a supportive network within groups like the Horror Writers Association, learn how stepping out of your comfort zone can lead to success. Whether you're an aspiring author or a fan of the horror genre, this episode promises a wealth of insights into building a thriving writing career and community.ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Rami Ungar is a novelist from Columbus, OH specializing in horror and dark fantasy. He has published six books, with his most recent, "Symphony for Walpurgis: A Collection," releasing May 2025. When not writing, Rami enjoys reading, following his many interests, and giving his readers the impression he's not entirely human."Book Blurb: What's the difference between humans and monsters? Is there a fine line, or is it more gray and blurred? Rami Ungar, author of Rose and Hannah and Other Stories, explores this question in his latest collection, Symphony for Walpurgis. From legendary cryptids to malevolent spirits and from Ohio in the 1950s to modern-day California, readers will be treated to nine terrifying stories of the weird and macabre. So settle down and be prepared. For you have bought your ticket to Symphony for Walpurgis.LINKSwebsite: https://ramiungarthewriter.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RamiUngarWriter/Threads: https://www.threads.net/@rami_ungar_writerBlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/ramiungarwriter.bsky.socialInstagram: @rami_ungar_writerYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@rami_ungar_writerAbout Victoria:Hey there, I'm Victoria! As a writer and developmental editor, I specialize in helping busy writers bring their publishing dreams to life without the overwhelm. Editing doesn't have to feel like pulling teeth—it's the magic that transforms your story from “meh” to masterpiece!Here's how I can help:
Så oprandt den store, tunge dag endelig: torsdag den 13. februar 2025, selve 55-årsdagen for Black Sabbaths debutalbum, og dermed for selve heavy metals-genrens fødsel. Og hvordan fejrer man så lige dét? Man kunne måske lytte til en Black Sabbath-podcast om fødselsåret 1970? Vi udsender i alle fald netop I DAG det første afsnit af vores lydfortælling, "1970: Den smertefulde fødsel - del 1", hvor vi gennemgår de to hjørnesten, Black Sabbath og opfølgeren Paranoid, der begge udkom i det historiske år 1970. Til at understøtte vores tilbageblik til fødselsåret og Black Sabbath-pladerne har vi landets førende heavy metal-skribent Steffen Jungersen og Artillery-guitarist Michael Stützer Hansen, som begge har været Black Sabbath-fans i over 50 år. Stort tak til begge d'herrer, til producer Jan Eriksen og POV Mediano Music for at facilitere denne lille times Black Sabbath-snak. Værsgo' og lyt, og hiphip for de(n) 55-årige! Nedslag: - Det tunge stedbarn fødes i og af smerte - Hvad F..... foregår der her? Black Sabbath skaber en ny stemning - Kritikerne giver stedbarnet klø, mens Steffen Jungersen møder Black Sabbath på en helt særlig skoledag - Tony Iommis nedstemte, dunkle guitartone. Gibson-eleven Michael fortæller - Black Sabbath beder Gud og ikke Satan om hjælp, men skaber okkult uhygge - Black Sabbath lander på den britiske Top 10 hitliste, og får selskab af landsmændene Black Widow - Black Sabbath skifter spor fra "Walpurgis" til "War Pigs" og indspiller album nr. 2, Paranoid - Black Sabbath starter og slutter med singlehittet "Paranoid" ved deres første danske koncert - i KB Hallen den 12. december 1970 - Paranoid udsendes, inspiratoren Jimi Hendrix dør - Black Sabbath (og Wishbone Ash) inspirerer et garageband i hjembyen, der kalder sig Judas Priest NB: Jo, fødselsåret var selvfølgelig andet end Black Sabbath, men vi mente bare, de fortjente deres egen 1970-podcast. I anden del af "1970: Den smertefulde fødsel" kommer vi således omkring Deep Purple, Uriah Heep, Led Zeppelin, Alice Cooper og andre mægtige musiksager fra året 1970. Denne del 2 udsendes næste torsdag den 21. februar. Idé, tilrettelæggelse og research: Jens "Jam" Rasmussen Produktion: Jan Eriksen
Two friends and academics recap classic literature and take it off its pedestal.This season, we are only looking at banned and controversial texts. In our sixty-fourth episode and Valentine's Day special, we spent some sexy time with Gustave Flaubert's adulteress, Madame Bovary (1856), which was immediately banned for offenses against morality under the conservative rule of Napoleon III. We also play 'Spot the "Big F*ck"', develop the hashtag #NotAllNuns, and watch a character go through a C19th French version of It's Always Sunny's 'The D.E.N.N.I.S. System'.Cover art © Catherine Wu.Episode Theme: Charles Gounod, 'La nuit de Walpurgis' (Act V), Faust (1859), Performed by the Philharmonia Orchestra Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
We continue on with our Stoner Doom Metal Week here at The Mighty Decibel with a specially curated playlist of harrowing doom. Join The Mighty Decibel for our specially curated look (listen?) at the best in stoner doom metal for the year (along with some death doom, psych and sludge). Listen along and have all your hopes and dreams, along with your skull, crushed! We're all doomed!!! Side 1 (0:00) "High Noon in Sword City": 10,000 YEARS - All Quiet on the Final Frontier (3:48) "The Black Lake": GRAND MAGUS - Sunraven (9:20) "Winter Sun": TYPHUZZ - Typhuzz (12:10) "Let Them Burn": BOTTOMLESS - The Banishing (16:48) "Fallen Angel": LUCIFER - V (19:57) "Inquisitor": ODA - Bloodstained Side 2 (25:36) "Countess Hell": LUST RITUAL - Forbidden Rites (31:26) "Walpurgis": EARLY MOODS - A Sinners Past (36:43) "Sold My Soul To Satan": ANCIENT VVISDOM - Master of the Stone (40:45) "Burning World": THE WATCHER - Out of the Dark (44:31) "Independent Terror": DEAF LIZARD - The Last Odyssey
Walpurgis Night, celebrated on April 30, is a traditional spring festival in Central and Northern Europe, especially in Germany, Sweden, Finland, and the Czech Republic. Its origins are rooted in ancient pagan traditions that marked the arrival of spring and were associated with rituals to ward off evil spirits. The night was believed to be … Continue reading Episode 427: A History of Walpurgis Night
I denne episoden av Uglepost går vi dypt inn i mysteriet rundt Dødseterne – Voldemorts mest lojale følgere. Men hvor mange var de egentlig, og hvem kvalifiserer som en ekte Dødseter? Vi utforsker deres opprinnelse, hvordan "The Knights of Walpurgis" utviklet seg til Dødsetere, og diskuterer hva det egentlig betyr å bære Mørkets Merke. Kan vi stole på Lupins utsagn om at Dødseterne overveldet Føniksordenen 20 til én, og hva kan vi lære fra bøkene om deres faktiske antall? Bli med når vi gransker de navngitte medlemmene, hierarkiet, og hvorvidt Voldemorts innerste krets var større enn vi kanskje trodde!
I denne episoden av Uglepost går vi dypt inn i mysteriet rundt Dødseterne – Voldemorts mest lojale følgere. Men hvor mange var de egentlig, og hvem kvalifiserer som en ekte Dødseter? Vi utforsker deres opprinnelse, hvordan "The Knights of Walpurgis" utviklet seg til Dødsetere, og diskuterer hva det egentlig betyr å bære Mørkets Merke. Kan vi stole på Lupins utsagn om at Dødseterne overveldet Føniksordenen 20 til én, og hva kan vi lære fra bøkene om deres faktiske antall? Bli med når vi gransker de navngitte medlemmene, hierarkiet, og hvorvidt Voldemorts innerste krets var større enn vi kanskje trodde!
There appears to have been a Walpurgis sacrifice in Ukraine with the dead bodies of Russian soldiers arranged in a Z shape and placed within a circle along with black magic symbols or sigils spray painted on buildings. It is quite chilling how these blood rituals during wartime can be hidden until they are said to be war crimes and the propaganda will not address it or write it off as "Satanic Panic." We have entered a dark time, perhaps the end-time, when the world's demise is a very real possibility. Tonight on Ground Zero, Clyde Lewis talks about WORLD STOPS TURNING - ASHES WHERE THEIR BODIES BURNING.Originally Broadcast On 5/6/22
Goethe invented the idea of a Classical Walpurgis Night? Why? Four quests: Faust for Helen (again), Mephistopheles for sex, the Homulculus for a body, and a fourth quest, symbolized by the enigmatic Cabiri. Symbolism of 3 and 4; of fire and water; of life as evolutionary metamorphosis. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michael-dolzani/support
The Homunculus, artificial disembodied intelligence created by Wagner, tells the group that Faust is dreaming of Helen's engendering through the rape of Leda, and that Faust must be revived at the Classical Walpurgis Night, where he will search for a body. The site in Thessaly is the Pharsalian fields, where Julius Caesar defeated Pompey and Cato, victory of future imperialism over freedom, the ironic cycle of history. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michael-dolzani/support
Walpurgis Night, April 30, the day before May Day, an old fertility festival demonized by northern Christianity into a witches' Sabbath. Goethe backs away from initial plans to show an orgy, substituting a strange “Intermezzo,” but there is a catalogue of demonic female spirits, from Lilith to a figure who looks like Gretchen, with a red line across her neck. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michael-dolzani/support
Gretchen distrusts Faust's lack of religion. What does he think about God? “Feeling is all,” he says. Faust, with Mephistopheles' help, kills Gretchen's brother Valentine in a sword fight. Then Faust and Mephistopheles begin ascending a mountain to attend the witches' sabbath on Walpurgis Night. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/michael-dolzani/support
Welcome to Ground Zero Classics, where we dive deep into the world of conspiracy theories and popular myths. In today's episode, we explore how these beliefs have become increasingly prevalent in our society as people grow more cynical and paranoid. Conspiracy history is a fascinating field that examines the hidden agendas of governments and powerful individuals who may be working against us. Whether it's the idea that they are part of a Luciferian cabal or related by bloodlines to fallen entities from thousands of years ago, these theories often pit the average person against seemingly invincible phantoms in positions of power. But let's face it - we all have our own conspiracy theories to some degree. We're hardwired to find patterns and connections in our environment, especially when things don't go as planned. And that's okay! It's natural for us to search for answers and try to make sense of the world around us. So join us on this journey through conspiracy history and popular myths, as we uncover the truth behind some of the most intriguing theories out there. Whether you believe in aliens, secret societies, or government conspiracies, Ground Zero Classics has something for everyone.Originally Broadcast On 4/29/14Liking this episode? Get more episodes, news and other bonuses when you become a member of Ground Zero: Aftermath. Get a free trial now!
April 30 into May 1 is known as Walpurgis or Beltane, a fire festival initiating the rise of our sun and summer, and bringing fertility back to the world. Despite what conspiracy theorists believe, that powerful forces practice these occult festivals to bring chaos and destruction to the world, Beltane is purely about light and fertility. With that being said, the death cult of population control and eugenics used the last week of April for their Planned Parenthood pro-abortion Spring Into Action Gala with one slogan reading “GENDER AFFIRMING HEALTHCARE BIRTH CONTROL ABORTION CARE WELLNESS EXAM.” Their focus on abortion can be paralleled with the state of Arizona passing a resolution declaring COVID needles “biological and technological weapons” for reasons dealing with both fertility and neurological disorders. Counties in Florida have done the same thing. As we also hear about H5N1, Zombie diseases, and argue over what animals deserve to live and die, the birth of a white buffalo in Texas is a Lakota omen that balance, life, and order will be restored to the world. -FREE ARCHIVE & RSS: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-secret-teachingsTwitter: https://twitter.com/TST___RadioFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesecretteachingsWEBSITE (BOOKS, RESUBSCRIBE for early show access): http://thesecretteachings.infoPaypal: rdgable@yahoo.comCashApp: $rdgableBuy Me a Coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tstradioSUBSCRIBE TO NETWORK: http://aftermath.mediaEMAIL: rdgable@yahoo.com / TSTRadio@protonmail.com
Walpurgis is the night before May Day or Beltane – it is the time of the burning festivals and the mind virus that is released is part of a spell which burns, irritates, and motivates men and women to do the most immoral things. Riotous behaviors have returned to our cities; mainly, targeting college campuses as the purge is gaining momentum into Walpurgis and it appears that it will not let up. It may not surprise many that we shall see night fires sparked by those who wish to bring attention to what they see as genocide —an offering of blood to the highest of demons. The media though is hyper-focused on the protests and in the process, has ignored the bloodshed and burnt offerings that war provides. Tonight on Ground Zero (7-10pm, pacific time), Clyde Lewis talks with author and host of Everything Out There, Steve Stockton about BURNING TIMES – THE PURGE OF WALPURGIS. Listen Live: https://groundzero.radio Archived Shows: https://aftermath.media
The whispers speak of a night when boundaries fade, when ancient bargains are upheld, and the shadowed corners of the world stir to life. Secret societies enact hidden rites, a market barters in the impossible, and the very fabric of reality trembles under the weight of untold dreams. But in this maelstrom of magic and madness, a chilling question lingers: are these merely echoes of folklore, or a glimpse into the unsettling truths that lie beneath the surface of our world?If you are having a mental health crisis and need immediate help please go to https://troubledminds.org/help/ and call somebody right now. Reaching out for support is a sign of strength.LIVE ON Digital Radio! http://bit.ly/3m2Wxom or http://bit.ly/40KBtlWhttp://www.troubledminds.org Support The Show!https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/troubled-minds-radio--4953916/supporthttps://ko-fi.com/troubledmindshttps://rokfin.com/creator/troubledmindshttps://patreon.com/troubledmindshttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/troubledmindshttps://troubledfans.comFriends of Troubled Minds! - https://troubledminds.org/friendsShow Schedule Sun-Mon-Tues-Wed-Thurs 7-10pstiTunes - https://apple.co/2zZ4hx6Spotify - https://spoti.fi/2UgyzqMTuneIn - https://bit.ly/2FZOErSTwitter - https://bit.ly/2CYB71U----------------------------------------https://troubledminds.org/beyond-beltane-the-shadow-market-and-cleansing-fire/https://youtu.be/JhM6c2WqRf8https://youtu.be/HyUJPOrseq4?si=DKIAkK6X7ibCS7wohttps://www.learnreligions.com/beltane-bonfire-rite-group-ceremony-2561649https://twitter.com/theavalonians/status/1785353276105376007https://www.theguardian.com/science/2024/apr/29/starwatch-getting-to-know-the-great-bearhttps://www.pagangrimoire.com/wheel-of-the-year/https://www.learnreligions.com/legends-and-lore-of-beltane-2561642https://www.wicca.com/pagan-holidays/beltane.htmlhttps://www.worldhistory.org/Walpurgis_Night/https://www.nps.gov/places/unga.htmhttps://nordictimes.com/culture/the-nordic-festival-of-walpurgis-night/
April 30 2024 The Witch Daily Show (https://www.witchdailyshow.com) is talking Walpurgis Night Our sponsor today Is Evolution of a Witch (https://www.amazon.com/Evolution-Witch-Journal-Prompts-Witches/dp/1087915635/ref=sr_1_1?crid=345ZVYMYACGZY&keywords=evolution+of+a+witch&qid=1703166869&sprefix=evolution+of+a+witch%2Caps%2C111&sr=8-1) and ( Want to buy me a cup of coffee? Venmo: TonyaWitch - Last 4: 9226 Our quote of the day Is: ― “The art of transformation is a very important thing to me, and I always believe I can say something more truthful through characters that are further away from me.” – Andy Serkis Headlines: https://www.teenvogue.com/story/as-witchcraft-becomes-more-common-witches-weigh-in-on-stigma () Deck: Jane Austen Tarot (https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Austen-Tarot-Deck-Divination/dp/1524761605) Other Sources: (https://www.appleyardflowers.com/flowerdiaries/history-peony-flower/) Thank you so much for joining me this morning, if you have any witch tips, questions, witch fails, or you know of news I missed, visit https://www.witchdailyshow.com or email me at thewitchdailypodcast@gmail.com If you want to support The Witch Daily Show please visit our patreon page https://www.patreon.com/witchdailyshow Mailing Address (must be addressed as shown below) Tonya Brown 3436 Magazine St #460 New Orleans, LA 70115
Hablar de la Noche de Walpurgis es hablar de El Gran Sabbath, de El Gran Aquelarre, aquella Noche en que Brujos y Brujas caminan hacia el Broken para adorar a Satán en la víspera del 1ero de Mayo. El 30 de Abril, por la noche, transcurre la verdadera HexenNacht de linaje alemán inspiración en la literatura, pintura, música e imaginería popular. Un recorrido por las distintas tradiciones y folklore que dieron forma o se relacionan con esta festividad pagana. Programa Temático de Hexen transmitido originalmente el 28 de Abril del 2022 Hexen El Libro Negro es un programa de radio dedicado a la subcultura obscura. Conducido por Clauzzen Hernández Jueves 22hrs Reactor 105.7. Imer. México Playlists : https://clauzzen.org/hexen/playlists/ La Casa de la Bruja & Hexen: Tw : https://twitter.com/clauzzen FB : https://www.facebook.com/clauzzen.hernandez Instagram & Threads : @clauzzenhernandez Diseño y Contacto de Monstruos Hexen & La Casa de la Bruja : mike.rauda@gmail.com Instagram & Threads : @mikerauda Tw: https://twitter.com/MikeRauda Encuéntranos también en la dimensión real de Hexen y La Casa de la Bruja en: El Scary Oslo 3 Zona Rosa. Cdmx El Scary Witches: Bar-HorrorPub-Restaurante-Gabinete de Atrocidades.Miércoles y Jueves a partir 4pmViernes y Sábado 2pm a 1am FB https://www.facebook.com/elscarywitches/ Instagram : @elscarywitches
Dienstagabend ist Walpurgis-Nacht. Speziell im Harz und dem vorderen Harz-Gebiet sind deshalb viele Veranstaltungen geplant. Deshalb hat Nico Mader mit Christin Wohlgemuth vom Harzer Tourismus-Verband gesprochen.
Abby sits down with author, historian and tour guide Marie Carter to discuss Walpurgis Night, May Day Horror and her new book, Mortimer and The Witches. From Saint Walburga, to Beltane and The Wicker Man, we cover all of our bases with the storied history of May 1st. Follow Marie on Instagram at @mariewritesandedits and check out her website: https://www.mariewritesandedits.com/Also, consider purchasing her books. More information here. lunaticsproject.comGet Lunatics Merch here. Join the discussion on Discord. Listen to the paranormal playlist I curate for Vurbl, updated weekly! Check out Abby's book Horror Stories. Available in eBook and paperback. Music by Michaela Papa, Alan Kudan & Jordan Moser. Poster Art by Pilar Keprta @pilar.kep.Support the Show.
Welcome back to the Manor and welcome to Walpurgisnacht (Witches' Night) 2024! We've discussed Lilith in a previous episode, so it's now time to shine the sinister spotlights upon her demonic sisters! Pour a pint of brimstone (warning: don't do that) and enjoy! Next week's episode is part 6 of our Dungeons and Dragons 50th anniversary series. Get in touch with us at Podbean: https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-4pksr-a17e1a Or on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/twinterrorsmacabremanormeadmetalmayhe/ Or on twitter: @Terrors_Manor On Instagram: @macabremanormeadmetalmayhem You can also find our podcast on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, and I Heart Radio; pretty much wherever fine (and our) podcasts are aired. Image courtesy of: James
Sean bienvenidos a un nuevo directo desde Twitter. En esta ocasión vamos a intentar que todos vds vean y correlacionen hechos tan a priori dispares como asesinatos en países lejanos, el encendido de dispositivos científicos en ciertas fechas determinadas y eventos astronómicos que utilizan letras o nombres mitológicos y su significado en contextos científicos y simbólicos. Acabamos de sufrir un macro atentado terrorista supuestamente a manos del ISIS previo a la pascua de semana santa. Y es que esta diosa, como decía Pedro Bustamante, está íntimamente relacionada con los rituales de muerte y resurrección: «Así, no es una casualidad que Isis se vincule de manera muy estrecha con su hermano Osiris, el dios sacrificial y desmembrado por excelencia, que Isis restituye para unirse con él incestuosa y necrofílicamente, desciendo sobre su cuerpo en forma de milano. Esta misma mecánica de desmembramiento y restitución, de muerte y resurrección, de sacrificio y hierogamia, se da a todos los niveles.» Es un no parar desde el equinoccio de primavera este 22 de marzo que celebraron por todo lo alto con un teatrillo de falsa bandera amenizado por la banda un tanto creepy llamada piknik. El juicio contra el español Daniel Sancho, acusado del asesinato del colombiano Edwin Arrieta, se celebrará del 9 de abril al 3 de mayo en el tribunal de Samui en Tailandia. En mi anterior artículo titulado "DANIEL SANCHO. MUERTE Y RESURRECCIÓN DE OSIRIS EN TRES ACTOS", abordé el trágico crimen que sacudió a España cuando el chef Daniel Sancho, hijo del actor Rodolfo Sancho, confesó haber asesinado y descuartizado al cirujano colombiano Edwin Arrieta en Tailandia. La investigación revela que Sancho actuó sin la intervención de terceras personas y que la muerte de Arrieta fue premeditada, descartando la hipótesis de una muerte accidental. Paralelamente, yo vinculaba en ese articulo este caso con el mito de Osiris, destacando similitudes temáticas entre el descuartizamiento en 14 partes en el mito y el crimen de Sancho. Vimos como la letra X y su simbología aparecen en el asesinato, generando especulaciones sobre ritos satánicos y magia roja. La policía tailandesa ha recabado pruebas contundentes que respaldan la acusación de asesinato premeditado contra Sancho, lo que ha desencadenado un intenso escrutinio público y la formulación de diversas teorías sobre los eventos que rodean este caso impactante. Pero yo hable de una resurrección lo que equivale a que al final Daniel Sancho termine en España libre, algo a priori impensable. Destacaba la importancia de ciertos rituales y creencias en diferentes culturas, así como la influencia de figuras como Dioniso-Osiris y la conexión con la protección y apertura de caminos en tradiciones como la santería cubana y el vudú. Allí mencionaba la relación entre la mitología y el sincretismo practicado por ciertas élites que yo tildo de psicopatocráticas, así como la atención mediática y el trato especial hacia ciertas figuras en situaciones particulares. En un nuevo artículo titulado DANIEL SANCHO Y LA RESURRECCIÓN TRAS LA PASCUA volvía a retomar este caso mediático advirtiendo que para el 9 de abril volverá a estar “en primeria” que decía mi abuela. Curiosamente vuelven a estar relacionados ciencia, simbolismo y caso mediático que terminará como yo pronostique con un Daniel Sancho exonerado y mucho más famoso. Allí exponía entre otras cosas como las cuarentenas son muy importantes para las elites psicopatocráticas y como están relacionadas con fechas astronómicas como los solsticios y equinoccios. Si sumamos 40 días al equinoccio de primavera, fecha en que se realizó la falsa bandera en suelo ruso nos iremos al dia 1 de mayo. Un dia muy importante también en los rituales que practican en el obscenario estos psicopatas. El juicio de Daniel como dije antes se celebrará del 9 de abril al 3 de mayo. Fechas que coinciden con precisión con el eclipse total de Sol y el inicio de lo que en satanismo se llama el “Gran Climax” una gran fiesta ritual donde se rinde culto a la diosa Beltane y es conocido como el dia de Walpurgis. Una Pascua creada artificialmente por un Dionisio el Exiguo nos vuelve a traer a nuestro Dionisio Osiris justo un dia más tarde del mayor eclipse que se verá en USA desde 2017. Ambos eclipses, el de 2017 y el de 2024 trazan una enorme X en Norteamérica. Considero muy probable que ese 8 de abril previo a la resurrección-exoneración de Daniel Sancho que yo pronostique desde el primer momento en mi artículo se realice algún tipo de ritual al máximo nivel. ¿Y que pueblo de USA tenemos en la intersección de esa X que forman el eclipse de 2017 y este de 2024? El punto de intersección donde ocurrirán el último eclipse y este es una ciudad llamada Carbondale en Illinois. El carbono tiene 6 protones, 6 electrones y 6 neutrones, ya saben, el famoso 666. También vale la pena mencionar que a Carbondale a menudo se le conoce como el Pequeño Egipto con lo que volveríamos a la utilización de la mitología egipcia. Un tuitero llamado Josh Stylman nos dice que “es interesante que el último eclipse fue el 21 de agosto de 2017, exactamente 6 años, 6 meses, 6 semanas y 6 días del próximo. Cualquiera que estudie simbolismo y numerología comprenderá que esos números parecen desempeñar un papel predominante en el mundo que no vemos.” O sea, si añadimos ese simbólico 6666 obtendremos la fecha del eclipse de 2024. Fecha en que la NASA lanzará tres cohetes con nombre de deidad egipcia y el CERN pulsara el botón para realizar un experimento para buscar materia oscura. Un CERN que tiene un 666 en su logo y una estatua de Kali la destructora de mundos en su entrada principal. Tanto los eclipses como el CERN han sido utilizados en la propaganda para mostrarnos como se pueden contactar con entidades “demoníacas". En 1996, Nike asoció al ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL con la LLEGADA de DEMONIOS. Lo hizo con un anuncio titulado Dios contra el demonio. El día 16/11/2022 Nike volvió a hacer algo muy parecido... con su anuncio "Footballverse". Dicho día, Nike asoció al ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL con la LLEGADA de "ENTIDADES OSCURAS"... y, además, asociándolo al CERN. En el vídeo la asociación comienza precisamente en 4:08 (que es la fecha del eclipse en formato inglés). El "balón" es lo que llega a través del portal del CERN. El "balón" sale del anillo/tubo del CERN y no es una bola de fuego sino algo que representa perfectamente un ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL, y al final sucede la llegada de las "entidades oscuras”. Encima nos venden la cabra diciendo que el cometa Diablo se sincronizará con el eclipse del día 8 de abril. Pero no será hasta junio cuando se pueda ver a simple vista. En el libro Civilization Ordo, Tacuabé nos dice: “El CERN en Ginebra, Suiza, dista del sincrotrón ALBA de Barcelona 333 millas náuticas, y alineado se encuentra el paso fronterizo de La Jonquera, entre Francia y Catalunya. El ALBA sincrotrón, a su vez, se encuentra alineado a 33,3 millas náuticas del centro geográfico de Catalunya.” Leyendo este libro nos queda claro que no hay instalación importante que no esté alineada con accidentes geográficos, políticos, históricos, etcétera. Los profanos solo pueden ver la parte que les permiten las élites psicopatocráticas, pero siempre hay un obscenario como bien decía Pedro Bustamante: “De esto saben mucho los poderosos, especialmente en el ámbito religioso, que es donde más sofisticación han alcanzado en esta ocultación. Y todo esto tiene mucho que ver con la disociación y con el control mental mediante trauma, que es una de las claves para comprender las grandes religiones, pero también las sectas, las mafias, las sociedades secretas, esto es, el poder-religión real, que las sostiene desde su núcleo. Si esta escisión radical de lo espiritual con respecto a lo transgresor y lo inmoral que lo acompaña es tan eficaz, es, en buena medida, porque se da en el marco de la disociación mental y la psicopatía. En otras palabras, hay una vinculación muy profunda entre el poder-religión real y la psicopatía, que es, por lo tanto, psicopatocracia. De manera que hay que poner radicalmente en cuestión el valor preeminente y exagerado que se da al espíritu, a la razón, a la ley, a la medida, etc., lo mismo que el desprecio complementario del cuerpo, la emoción, la anomia, etc. Hablamos en general de la cultura occidental de los últimos dos o tres milenios. Todo esto lo proclaman desde el escenario del poder-religión, pero al mismo tiempo que han seleccionado cuidadosamente lo que se deja fuera de escena, lo ob-sceno, que acompaña sistemáticamente al espíritu, la razón, la ley, la medida, etc. como otra cara de la misma moneda.” Así que desde aqui les invitamos a no caer en las trampas que ponen en en el escenario para lograr los objetivos que ellos crean en el obscenario. Lo primero es tomarse a guasa todo lo que ellos nos transmiten como la realidad por medios oficiales, ciencia o Hollywood. Todo eso son creaciones y no realidades y lo que en verdad es real y nos afecta profundamente es considerado como magufadas, superstición y poco menos que cuentos de viejas. ………………………………………………………………………………………. Invitados: Nunkálo Zabras @NZabras ALL WAYS WHAT XING …. Claudio Canivilo @CaniviloClaudio Lealtad. Verdad. Justicia. Paz. Dejemos atrás los miedos y la ira, el rencor y la soberbia. Solo así entraremos en la Era de Acuario ligeros y libres. …. Dra Yane #JusticiaParaUTP @ayec98_2 Médico y Buscadora de la verdad. Con Dios siempre! No permito q me dividan c/izq -derecha, raza, religión ni nada de la Creación. https://youtu.be/TXEEZUYd4c0 …. UTP Ramón Valero @tecn_preocupado Un técnico Preocupado un FP2 IVOOX UTP http://cutt.ly/dzhhGrf BLOG http://cutt.ly/dzhh2LX Ayúdame desde mi Crowfunding aquí https://cutt.ly/W0DsPVq ………………………………………………………………………………………. Enlaces citados en el podcast: DANIEL SANCHO. MUERTE Y RESURRECCIÓN DE OSIRIS EN TRES ACTOS https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2023/08/09/daniel-sancho-muerte-y-resurreccion-de-osiris-en-tres-actos/ DANIEL SANCHO Y LA RESURRECCIÓN TRAS LA PASCUA https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2024/03/29/daniel-sancho-y-la-resurreccion-tras-la-pascua/ UTP289 Hasta en Rusia hay falsas banderas https://www.ivoox.com/utp289-hasta-rusia-hay-falsas-banderas-audios-mp3_rf_126610479_1.html Atentados del 11 de marzo de 2004 https://tecnicopreocupado.com/cloacas-del-sistema-2/atentados-del-11-de-marzo-de-2004/ Hilo con la pistola humeante atentado Rusia https://twitter.com/tecn_preocupado/status/1771846552169930773 Atentado en Rusia: ¿quién es Piknik, la banda de rock involucrada en el ataque? https://www.canal26.com/internacionales/atentado-en-rusia-quien-es-piknik-la-banda-de-rock-involucrada-en-el-ataque--368795 Falsas banderas https://tecnicopreocupado.com/falsas-banderas/ Actores de crisis https://tecnicopreocupado.com/actores-de-crisis/ El CERN... tecnología demoníaca https://www.burbuja.info/inmobiliaria/threads/el-cern-tecnologia-demoniaca.2085444/ Hilo sobre la simbología oscura del CERN https://twitter.com/tecn_preocupado/status/1774705042563489833 REDESCUBRIENDO EL UNIVERSO DE LOS NÚMEROS MAESTROS https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2020/10/01/redescubriendo-el-universo-de-los-numeros-maestros/ Cada gesto, cada palabra importa https://twitter.com/Javier0112358/status/1746299859609473210 Hilo sobre Trump y el eclipse parte I https://twitter.com/AmurakaHidden/status/1774841839339643320 Hilo sobre Trump y el eclipse parte II https://twitter.com/AmurakaHidden/status/1775562881444045133 ………………………………………………………………………………………. Música utilizada en este podcast: Tema inicial Heros ……………………………………………………………….. Epílogo Vostok - Desencadenados https://youtu.be/zYYCT_Ye9PU?feature=shared
Sean bienvenidos a un nuevo directo desde Twitter. En esta ocasión vamos a intentar que todos vds vean y correlacionen hechos tan a priori dispares como asesinatos en países lejanos, el encendido de dispositivos científicos en ciertas fechas determinadas y eventos astronómicos que utilizan letras o nombres mitológicos y su significado en contextos científicos y simbólicos. Acabamos de sufrir un macro atentado terrorista supuestamente a manos del ISIS previo a la pascua de semana santa. Y es que esta diosa, como decía Pedro Bustamante, está íntimamente relacionada con los rituales de muerte y resurrección: «Así, no es una casualidad que Isis se vincule de manera muy estrecha con su hermano Osiris, el dios sacrificial y desmembrado por excelencia, que Isis restituye para unirse con él incestuosa y necrofílicamente, desciendo sobre su cuerpo en forma de milano. Esta misma mecánica de desmembramiento y restitución, de muerte y resurrección, de sacrificio y hierogamia, se da a todos los niveles.» Es un no parar desde el equinoccio de primavera este 22 de marzo que celebraron por todo lo alto con un teatrillo de falsa bandera amenizado por la banda un tanto creepy llamada piknik. El juicio contra el español Daniel Sancho, acusado del asesinato del colombiano Edwin Arrieta, se celebrará del 9 de abril al 3 de mayo en el tribunal de Samui en Tailandia. En mi anterior artículo titulado "DANIEL SANCHO. MUERTE Y RESURRECCIÓN DE OSIRIS EN TRES ACTOS", abordé el trágico crimen que sacudió a España cuando el chef Daniel Sancho, hijo del actor Rodolfo Sancho, confesó haber asesinado y descuartizado al cirujano colombiano Edwin Arrieta en Tailandia. La investigación revela que Sancho actuó sin la intervención de terceras personas y que la muerte de Arrieta fue premeditada, descartando la hipótesis de una muerte accidental. Paralelamente, yo vinculaba en ese articulo este caso con el mito de Osiris, destacando similitudes temáticas entre el descuartizamiento en 14 partes en el mito y el crimen de Sancho. Vimos como la letra X y su simbología aparecen en el asesinato, generando especulaciones sobre ritos satánicos y magia roja. La policía tailandesa ha recabado pruebas contundentes que respaldan la acusación de asesinato premeditado contra Sancho, lo que ha desencadenado un intenso escrutinio público y la formulación de diversas teorías sobre los eventos que rodean este caso impactante. Pero yo hable de una resurrección lo que equivale a que al final Daniel Sancho termine en España libre, algo a priori impensable. Destacaba la importancia de ciertos rituales y creencias en diferentes culturas, así como la influencia de figuras como Dioniso-Osiris y la conexión con la protección y apertura de caminos en tradiciones como la santería cubana y el vudú. Allí mencionaba la relación entre la mitología y el sincretismo practicado por ciertas élites que yo tildo de psicopatocráticas, así como la atención mediática y el trato especial hacia ciertas figuras en situaciones particulares. En un nuevo artículo titulado DANIEL SANCHO Y LA RESURRECCIÓN TRAS LA PASCUA volvía a retomar este caso mediático advirtiendo que para el 9 de abril volverá a estar “en primeria” que decía mi abuela. Curiosamente vuelven a estar relacionados ciencia, simbolismo y caso mediático que terminará como yo pronostique con un Daniel Sancho exonerado y mucho más famoso. Allí exponía entre otras cosas como las cuarentenas son muy importantes para las elites psicopatocráticas y como están relacionadas con fechas astronómicas como los solsticios y equinoccios. Si sumamos 40 días al equinoccio de primavera, fecha en que se realizó la falsa bandera en suelo ruso nos iremos al dia 1 de mayo. Un dia muy importante también en los rituales que practican en el obscenario estos psicopatas. El juicio de Daniel como dije antes se celebrará del 9 de abril al 3 de mayo. Fechas que coinciden con precisión con el eclipse total de Sol y el inicio de lo que en satanismo se llama el “Gran Climax” una gran fiesta ritual donde se rinde culto a la diosa Beltane y es conocido como el dia de Walpurgis. Una Pascua creada artificialmente por un Dionisio el Exiguo nos vuelve a traer a nuestro Dionisio Osiris justo un dia más tarde del mayor eclipse que se verá en USA desde 2017. Ambos eclipses, el de 2017 y el de 2024 trazan una enorme X en Norteamérica. Considero muy probable que ese 8 de abril previo a la resurrección-exoneración de Daniel Sancho que yo pronostique desde el primer momento en mi artículo se realice algún tipo de ritual al máximo nivel. ¿Y que pueblo de USA tenemos en la intersección de esa X que forman el eclipse de 2017 y este de 2024? El punto de intersección donde ocurrirán el último eclipse y este es una ciudad llamada Carbondale en Illinois. El carbono tiene 6 protones, 6 electrones y 6 neutrones, ya saben, el famoso 666. También vale la pena mencionar que a Carbondale a menudo se le conoce como el Pequeño Egipto con lo que volveríamos a la utilización de la mitología egipcia. Un tuitero llamado Josh Stylman nos dice que “es interesante que el último eclipse fue el 21 de agosto de 2017, exactamente 6 años, 6 meses, 6 semanas y 6 días del próximo. Cualquiera que estudie simbolismo y numerología comprenderá que esos números parecen desempeñar un papel predominante en el mundo que no vemos.” O sea, si añadimos ese simbólico 6666 obtendremos la fecha del eclipse de 2024. Fecha en que la NASA lanzará tres cohetes con nombre de deidad egipcia y el CERN pulsara el botón para realizar un experimento para buscar materia oscura. Un CERN que tiene un 666 en su logo y una estatua de Kali la destructora de mundos en su entrada principal. Tanto los eclipses como el CERN han sido utilizados en la propaganda para mostrarnos como se pueden contactar con entidades “demoníacas". En 1996, Nike asoció al ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL con la LLEGADA de DEMONIOS. Lo hizo con un anuncio titulado Dios contra el demonio. El día 16/11/2022 Nike volvió a hacer algo muy parecido... con su anuncio "Footballverse". Dicho día, Nike asoció al ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL con la LLEGADA de "ENTIDADES OSCURAS"... y, además, asociándolo al CERN. En el vídeo la asociación comienza precisamente en 4:08 (que es la fecha del eclipse en formato inglés). El "balón" es lo que llega a través del portal del CERN. El "balón" sale del anillo/tubo del CERN y no es una bola de fuego sino algo que representa perfectamente un ECLIPSE SOLAR TOTAL, y al final sucede la llegada de las "entidades oscuras”. Encima nos venden la cabra diciendo que el cometa Diablo se sincronizará con el eclipse del día 8 de abril. Pero no será hasta junio cuando se pueda ver a simple vista. En el libro Civilization Ordo, Tacuabé nos dice: “El CERN en Ginebra, Suiza, dista del sincrotrón ALBA de Barcelona 333 millas náuticas, y alineado se encuentra el paso fronterizo de La Jonquera, entre Francia y Catalunya. El ALBA sincrotrón, a su vez, se encuentra alineado a 33,3 millas náuticas del centro geográfico de Catalunya.” Leyendo este libro nos queda claro que no hay instalación importante que no esté alineada con accidentes geográficos, políticos, históricos, etcétera. Los profanos solo pueden ver la parte que les permiten las élites psicopatocráticas, pero siempre hay un obscenario como bien decía Pedro Bustamante: “De esto saben mucho los poderosos, especialmente en el ámbito religioso, que es donde más sofisticación han alcanzado en esta ocultación. Y todo esto tiene mucho que ver con la disociación y con el control mental mediante trauma, que es una de las claves para comprender las grandes religiones, pero también las sectas, las mafias, las sociedades secretas, esto es, el poder-religión real, que las sostiene desde su núcleo. Si esta escisión radical de lo espiritual con respecto a lo transgresor y lo inmoral que lo acompaña es tan eficaz, es, en buena medida, porque se da en el marco de la disociación mental y la psicopatía. En otras palabras, hay una vinculación muy profunda entre el poder-religión real y la psicopatía, que es, por lo tanto, psicopatocracia. De manera que hay que poner radicalmente en cuestión el valor preeminente y exagerado que se da al espíritu, a la razón, a la ley, a la medida, etc., lo mismo que el desprecio complementario del cuerpo, la emoción, la anomia, etc. Hablamos en general de la cultura occidental de los últimos dos o tres milenios. Todo esto lo proclaman desde el escenario del poder-religión, pero al mismo tiempo que han seleccionado cuidadosamente lo que se deja fuera de escena, lo ob-sceno, que acompaña sistemáticamente al espíritu, la razón, la ley, la medida, etc. como otra cara de la misma moneda.” Así que desde aqui les invitamos a no caer en las trampas que ponen en en el escenario para lograr los objetivos que ellos crean en el obscenario. Lo primero es tomarse a guasa todo lo que ellos nos transmiten como la realidad por medios oficiales, ciencia o Hollywood. Todo eso son creaciones y no realidades y lo que en verdad es real y nos afecta profundamente es considerado como magufadas, superstición y poco menos que cuentos de viejas. ………………………………………………………………………………………. Invitados: Nunkálo Zabras @NZabras ALL WAYS WHAT XING …. Claudio Canivilo @CaniviloClaudio Lealtad. Verdad. Justicia. Paz. Dejemos atrás los miedos y la ira, el rencor y la soberbia. Solo así entraremos en la Era de Acuario ligeros y libres. …. Dra Yane #JusticiaParaUTP @ayec98_2 Médico y Buscadora de la verdad. Con Dios siempre! No permito q me dividan c/izq -derecha, raza, religión ni nada de la Creación. https://youtu.be/TXEEZUYd4c0 …. UTP Ramón Valero @tecn_preocupado Un técnico Preocupado un FP2 IVOOX UTP http://cutt.ly/dzhhGrf BLOG http://cutt.ly/dzhh2LX Ayúdame desde mi Crowfunding aquí https://cutt.ly/W0DsPVq ………………………………………………………………………………………. Enlaces citados en el podcast: DANIEL SANCHO. MUERTE Y RESURRECCIÓN DE OSIRIS EN TRES ACTOS https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2023/08/09/daniel-sancho-muerte-y-resurreccion-de-osiris-en-tres-actos/ DANIEL SANCHO Y LA RESURRECCIÓN TRAS LA PASCUA https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2024/03/29/daniel-sancho-y-la-resurreccion-tras-la-pascua/ UTP289 Hasta en Rusia hay falsas banderas https://www.ivoox.com/utp289-hasta-rusia-hay-falsas-banderas-audios-mp3_rf_126610479_1.html Atentados del 11 de marzo de 2004 https://tecnicopreocupado.com/cloacas-del-sistema-2/atentados-del-11-de-marzo-de-2004/ Hilo con la pistola humeante atentado Rusia https://twitter.com/tecn_preocupado/status/1771846552169930773 Atentado en Rusia: ¿quién es Piknik, la banda de rock involucrada en el ataque? https://www.canal26.com/internacionales/atentado-en-rusia-quien-es-piknik-la-banda-de-rock-involucrada-en-el-ataque--368795 Falsas banderas https://tecnicopreocupado.com/falsas-banderas/ Actores de crisis https://tecnicopreocupado.com/actores-de-crisis/ El CERN... tecnología demoníaca https://www.burbuja.info/inmobiliaria/threads/el-cern-tecnologia-demoniaca.2085444/ Hilo sobre la simbología oscura del CERN https://twitter.com/tecn_preocupado/status/1774705042563489833 REDESCUBRIENDO EL UNIVERSO DE LOS NÚMEROS MAESTROS https://tecnicopreocupado.com/2020/10/01/redescubriendo-el-universo-de-los-numeros-maestros/ Cada gesto, cada palabra importa https://twitter.com/Javier0112358/status/1746299859609473210 Hilo sobre Trump y el eclipse parte I https://twitter.com/AmurakaHidden/status/1774841839339643320 Hilo sobre Trump y el eclipse parte II https://twitter.com/AmurakaHidden/status/1775562881444045133 ………………………………………………………………………………………. Música utilizada en este podcast: Tema inicial Heros CHARFLEX - ELLOS [[Prod.blbonthebeat]] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqfdzsp_9ek Mecano - Un año más https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STnpL1COEyI CharfleX - POLITICA DEL MIEDO [[PROD. LowBeats]] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Gi7rynP1Jg Nach - Éxodo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWrXkBz74SU Singa Adri -Máquinas https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfRSn58pcmE Elena Greandia - La inocencia 432 Hz https://youtu.be/MT_Ltgur9sc?feature=shared ……………………………………………………………….. Epílogo Vostok - Desencadenados https://youtu.be/zYYCT_Ye9PU?feature=shared
Today, Jim, John, and Lonaiah submerse into one of history's darkest moments and uncover the sinister connections between ancient prophecies, satanic rituals, and the Holocaust. Continuing into the exploration of the mysterious altar of Zeus, known as the throne of Satan, and its eerie linkage to the atrocities committed during World War II, they discover how the threads of history, biblical prophecy, and occult practices weave together a narrative that led to one of the most horrifying events of the 20th century. With the scriptural and historical insights that have brought us from the ancient city of Pergamon to the notorious grounds of Auschwitz, we ask: What is the significance of Hitler's final act on Walpurgis Night, the most important Satanic night of the year, and how does it symbolize a sacrificial culmination of his reign of terror? But more importantly, what does scripture point to? #HistoryUnveiled #HolocaustMysteries #SatanicRituals #ProphecyRevealed #HitlersLastSacrifice #WalpurgisNight #AncientAltars #BiblicalProphecies #WWIIHiddenSecrets #AuschwitzHistory #SpiritualWarfare #OccultHistory #MysteryOfPergamon #AntichristSymbols #TheFinalOffering #TheFinalHourPodcast #TheFinalHour #TFH #EndTimesPodcast
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The Haunter of the Dark By H. P. Lovecraft (Dedicated to Robert Bloch) I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim— Where they roll in their horror unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre or name. —Nemesis. Cautious investigators will hesitate to challenge the common belief that Robert Blake was killed by lightning, or by some profound nervous shock derived from an electrical discharge. It is true that the window he faced was unbroken, but Nature has shewn herself capable of many freakish performances. The expression on his face may easily have arisen from some obscure muscular source unrelated to anything he saw, while the entries in his diary are clearly the result of a fantastic imagination aroused by certain local superstitions and by certain old matters he had uncovered. As for the anomalous conditions at the deserted church on Federal Hill—the shrewd analyst is not slow in attributing them to some charlatanry, conscious or unconscious, with at least some of which Blake was secretly connected. For after all, the victim was a writer and painter wholly devoted to the field of myth, dream, terror, and superstition, and avid in his quest for scenes and effects of a bizarre, spectral sort. His earlier stay in the city—a visit to a strange old man as deeply given to occult and forbidden lore as he—had ended amidst death and flame, and it must have been some morbid instinct which drew him back from his home in Milwaukee. He may have known of the old stories despite his statements to the contrary in the diary, and his death may have nipped in the bud some stupendous hoax destined to have a literary reflection. Among those, however, who have examined and correlated all this evidence, there remain several who cling to less rational and commonplace theories. They are inclined to take much of Blake's diary at its face value, and point significantly to certain facts such as the undoubted genuineness of the old church record, the verified existence of the disliked and unorthodox Starry Wisdom sect prior to 1877, the recorded disappearance of an inquisitive reporter named Edwin M. Lillibridge in 1893, and—above all—the look of monstrous, transfiguring fear on the face of the young writer when he died. It was one of these believers who, moved to fanatical extremes, threw into the bay the curiously angled stone and its strangely adorned metal box found in the old church steeple—the black windowless steeple, and not the tower where Blake's diary said those things originally were. Though widely censured both officially and unofficially, this man—a reputable physician with a taste for odd folklore—averred that he had rid the earth of something too dangerous to rest upon it. Between these two schools of opinion the reader must judge for himself. The papers have given the tangible details from a sceptical angle, leaving for others the drawing of the picture as Robert Blake saw it—or thought he saw it—or pretended to see it. Now, studying the diary closely, dispassionately, and at leisure, let us summarise the dark chain of events from the expressed point of view of their chief actor. Young Blake returned to Providence in the winter of 1934–5, taking the upper floor of a venerable dwelling in a grassy court off College Street—on the crest of the great eastward hill near the Brown University campus and behind the marble John Hay Library. It was a cosy and fascinating place, in a little garden oasis of village-like antiquity where huge, friendly cats sunned themselves atop a convenient shed. The square Georgian house had a monitor roof, classic doorway with fan carving, small-paned windows, and all the other earmarks of early nineteenth-century workmanship. Inside were six-panelled doors, wide floor-boards, a curving colonial staircase, white Adam-period mantels, and a rear set of rooms three steps below the general level. Blake's study, a large southwest chamber, overlooked the front garden on one side, while its west windows—before one of which he had his desk—faced off from the brow of the hill and commanded a splendid view of the lower town's outspread roofs and of the mystical sunsets that flamed behind them. On the far horizon were the open countryside's purple slopes. Against these, some two miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them. Blake had a curious sense that he was looking upon some unknown, ethereal world which might or might not vanish in dream if ever he tried to seek it out and enter it in person. Having sent home for most of his books, Blake bought some antique furniture suitable to his quarters and settled down to write and paint—living alone, and attending to the simple housework himself. His studio was in a north attic room, where the panes of the monitor roof furnished admirable lighting. During that first winter he produced five of his best-known short stories—“The Burrower Beneath”, “The Stairs in the Crypt”, “Shaggai”, “In the Vale of Pnath”, and “The Feaster from the Stars”—and painted seven canvases; studies of nameless, unhuman monsters, and profoundly alien, non-terrestrial landscapes. At sunset he would often sit at his desk and gaze dreamily off at the outspread west—the dark towers of Memorial Hall just below, the Georgian court-house belfry, the lofty pinnacles of the downtown section, and that shimmering, spire-crowned mound in the distance whose unknown streets and labyrinthine gables so potently provoked his fancy. From his few local acquaintances he learned that the far-off slope was a vast Italian quarter, though most of the houses were remnants of older Yankee and Irish days. Now and then he would train his field-glasses on that spectral, unreachable world beyond the curling smoke; picking out individual roofs and chimneys and steeples, and speculating upon the bizarre and curious mysteries they might house. Even with optical aid Federal Hill seemed somehow alien, half fabulous, and linked to the unreal, intangible marvels of Blake's own tales and pictures. The feeling would persist long after the hill had faded into the violet, lamp-starred twilight, and the court-house floodlights and the red Industrial Trust beacon had blazed up to make the night grotesque. Of all the distant objects on Federal Hill, a certain huge, dark church most fascinated Blake. It stood out with especial distinctness at certain hours of the day, and at sunset the great tower and tapering steeple loomed blackly against the flaming sky. It seemed to rest on especially high ground; for the grimy facade, and the obliquely seen north side with sloping roof and the tops of great pointed windows, rose boldly above the tangle of surrounding ridgepoles and chimney-pots. Peculiarly grim and austere, it appeared to be built of stone, stained and weathered with the smoke and storms of a century and more. The style, so far as the glass could shew, was that earliest experimental form of Gothic revival which preceded the stately Upjohn period and held over some of the outlines and proportions of the Georgian age. Perhaps it was reared around 1810 or 1815. As months passed, Blake watched the far-off, forbidding structure with an oddly mounting interest. Since the vast windows were never lighted, he knew that it must be vacant. The longer he watched, the more his imagination worked, till at length he began to fancy curious things. He believed that a vague, singular aura of desolation hovered over the place, so that even the pigeons and swallows shunned its smoky eaves. Around other towers and belfries his glass would reveal great flocks of birds, but here they never rested. At least, that is what he thought and set down in his diary. He pointed the place out to several friends, but none of them had even been on Federal Hill or possessed the faintest notion of what the church was or had been. In the spring a deep restlessness gripped Blake. He had begun his long-planned novel—based on a supposed survival of the witch-cult in Maine—but was strangely unable to make progress with it. More and more he would sit at his westward window and gaze at the distant hill and the black, frowning steeple shunned by the birds. When the delicate leaves came out on the garden boughs the world was filled with a new beauty, but Blake's restlessness was merely increased. It was then that he first thought of crossing the city and climbing bodily up that fabulous slope into the smoke-wreathed world of dream. Late in April, just before the aeon-shadowed Walpurgis time, Blake made his first trip into the unknown. Plodding through the endless downtown streets and the bleak, decayed squares beyond, he came finally upon the ascending avenue of century-worn steps, sagging Doric porches, and blear-paned cupolas which he felt must lead up to the long-known, unreachable world beyond the mists. There were dingy blue-and-white street signs which meant nothing to him, and presently he noted the strange, dark faces of the drifting crowds, and the foreign signs over curious shops in brown, decade-weathered buildings. Nowhere could he find any of the objects he had seen from afar; so that once more he half fancied that the Federal Hill of that distant view was a dream-world never to be trod by living human feet. Now and then a battered church facade or crumbling spire came in sight, but never the blackened pile that he sought. When he asked a shopkeeper about a great stone church the man smiled and shook his head, though he spoke English freely. As Blake climbed higher, the region seemed stranger and stranger, with bewildering mazes of brooding brown alleys leading eternally off to the south. He crossed two or three broad avenues, and once thought he glimpsed a familiar tower. Again he asked a merchant about the massive church of stone, and this time he could have sworn that the plea of ignorance was feigned. The dark man's face had a look of fear which he tried to hide, and Blake saw him make a curious sign with his right hand. Then suddenly a black spire stood out against the cloudy sky on his left, above the tiers of brown roofs lining the tangled southerly alleys. Blake knew at once what it was, and plunged toward it through the squalid, unpaved lanes that climbed from the avenue. Twice he lost his way, but he somehow dared not ask any of the patriarchs or housewives who sat on their doorsteps, or any of the children who shouted and played in the mud of the shadowy lanes. At last he saw the tower plain against the southwest, and a huge stone bulk rose darkly at the end of an alley. Presently he stood in a windswept open square, quaintly cobblestoned, with a high bank wall on the farther side. This was the end of his quest; for upon the wide, iron-railed, weed-grown plateau which the wall supported—a separate, lesser world raised fully six feet above the surrounding streets—there stood a grim, titan bulk whose identity, despite Blake's new perspective, was beyond dispute. The vacant church was in a state of great decrepitude. Some of the high stone buttresses had fallen, and several delicate finials lay half lost among the brown, neglected weeds and grasses. The sooty Gothic windows were largely unbroken, though many of the stone mullions were missing. Blake wondered how the obscurely painted panes could have survived so well, in view of the known habits of small boys the world over. The massive doors were intact and tightly closed. Around the top of the bank wall, fully enclosing the grounds, was a rusty iron fence whose gate—at the head of a flight of steps from the square—was visibly padlocked. The path from the gate to the building was completely overgrown. Desolation and decay hung like a pall above the place, and in the birdless eaves and black, ivyless walls Blake felt a touch of the dimly sinister beyond his power to define. There were very few people in the square, but Blake saw a policeman at the northerly end and approached him with questions about the church. He was a great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. When Blake pressed him he said very hurriedly that the Italian priests warned everybody against it, vowing that a monstrous evil had once dwelt there and left its mark. He himself had heard dark whispers of it from his father, who recalled certain sounds and rumours from his boyhood. There had been a bad sect there in the ould days—an outlaw sect that called up awful things from some unknown gulf of night. It had taken a good priest to exorcise what had come, though there did be those who said that merely the light could do it. If Father O'Malley were alive there would be many the thing he could tell. But now there was nothing to do but let it alone. It hurt nobody now, and those that owned it were dead or far away. They had run away like rats after the threatening talk in '77, when people began to mind the way folks vanished now and then in the neighbourhood. Some day the city would step in and take the property for lack of heirs, but little good would come of anybody's touching it. Better it be left alone for the years to topple, lest things be stirred that ought to rest forever in their black abyss. After the policeman had gone Blake stood staring at the sullen steepled pile. It excited him to find that the structure seemed as sinister to others as to him, and he wondered what grain of truth might lie behind the old tales the bluecoat had repeated. Probably they were mere legends evoked by the evil look of the place, but even so, they were like a strange coming to life of one of his own stories. The afternoon sun came out from behind dispersing clouds, but seemed unable to light up the stained, sooty walls of the old temple that towered on its high plateau. It was odd that the green of spring had not touched the brown, withered growths in the raised, iron-fenced yard. Blake found himself edging nearer the raised area and examining the bank wall and rusted fence for possible avenues of ingress. There was a terrible lure about the blackened fane which was not to be resisted. The fence had no opening near the steps, but around on the north side were some missing bars. He could go up the steps and walk around on the narrow coping outside the fence till he came to the gap. If the people feared the place so wildly, he would encounter no interference. He was on the embankment and almost inside the fence before anyone noticed him. Then, looking down, he saw the few people in the square edging away and making the same sign with their right hands that the shopkeeper in the avenue had made. Several windows were slammed down, and a fat woman darted into the street and pulled some small children inside a rickety, unpainted house. The gap in the fence was very easy to pass through, and before long Blake found himself wading amidst the rotting, tangled growths of the deserted yard. Here and there the worn stump of a headstone told him that there had once been burials in this field; but that, he saw, must have been very long ago. The sheer bulk of the church was oppressive now that he was close to it, but he conquered his mood and approached to try the three great doors in the facade. All were securely locked, so he began a circuit of the Cyclopean building in quest of some minor and more penetrable opening. Even then he could not be sure that he wished to enter that haunt of desertion and shadow, yet the pull of its strangeness dragged him on automatically. A yawning and unprotected cellar window in the rear furnished the needed aperture. Peering in, Blake saw a subterrene gulf of cobwebs and dust faintly litten by the western sun's filtered rays. Debris, old barrels, and ruined boxes and furniture of numerous sorts met his eye, though over everything lay a shroud of dust which softened all sharp outlines. The rusted remains of a hot-air furnace shewed that the building had been used and kept in shape as late as mid-Victorian times. Acting almost without conscious initiative, Blake crawled through the window and let himself down to the dust-carpeted and debris-strown concrete floor. The vaulted cellar was a vast one, without partitions; and in a corner far to the right, amid dense shadows, he saw a black archway evidently leading upstairs. He felt a peculiar sense of oppression at being actually within the great spectral building, but kept it in check as he cautiously scouted about—finding a still-intact barrel amid the dust, and rolling it over to the open window to provide for his exit. Then, bracing himself, he crossed the wide, cobweb-festooned space toward the arch. Half choked with the omnipresent dust, and covered with ghostly gossamer fibres, he reached and began to climb the worn stone steps which rose into the darkness. He had no light, but groped carefully with his hands. After a sharp turn he felt a closed door ahead, and a little fumbling revealed its ancient latch. It opened inward, and beyond it he saw a dimly illumined corridor lined with worm-eaten panelling. Once on the ground floor, Blake began exploring in a rapid fashion. All the inner doors were unlocked, so that he freely passed from room to room. The colossal nave was an almost eldritch place with its drifts and mountains of dust over box pews, altar, hourglass pulpit, and sounding-board, and its titanic ropes of cobweb stretching among the pointed arches of the gallery and entwining the clustered Gothic columns. Over all this hushed desolation played a hideous leaden light as the declining afternoon sun sent its rays through the strange, half-blackened panes of the great apsidal windows. The paintings on those windows were so obscured by soot that Blake could scarcely decipher what they had represented, but from the little he could make out he did not like them. The designs were largely conventional, and his knowledge of obscure symbolism told him much concerning some of the ancient patterns. The few saints depicted bore expressions distinctly open to criticism, while one of the windows seemed to shew merely a dark space with spirals of curious luminosity scattered about in it. Turning away from the windows, Blake noticed that the cobwebbed cross above the altar was not of the ordinary kind, but resembled the primordial ankh or crux ansata of shadowy Egypt. In a rear vestry room beside the apse Blake found a rotting desk and ceiling-high shelves of mildewed, disintegrating books. Here for the first time he received a positive shock of objective horror, for the titles of those books told him much. They were the black, forbidden things which most sane people have never even heard of, or have heard of only in furtive, timorous whispers; the banned and dreaded repositories of equivocal secrets and immemorial formulae which have trickled down the stream of time from the days of man's youth, and the dim, fabulous days before man was. He had himself read many of them—a Latin version of the abhorred Necronomicon, the sinister Liber Ivonis, the infamous Cultes des Goules of Comte d'Erlette, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and old Ludvig Prinn's hellish De Vermis Mysteriis. But there were others he had known merely by reputation or not at all—the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Book of Dzyan, and a crumbling volume in wholly unidentifiable characters yet with certain symbols and diagrams shudderingly recognisable to the occult student. Clearly, the lingering local rumours had not lied. This place had once been the seat of an evil older than mankind and wider than the known universe. In the ruined desk was a small leather-bound record-book filled with entries in some odd cryptographic medium. The manuscript writing consisted of the common traditional symbols used today in astronomy and anciently in alchemy, astrology, and other dubious arts—the devices of the sun, moon, planets, aspects, and zodiacal signs—here massed in solid pages of text, with divisions and paragraphings suggesting that each symbol answered to some alphabetical letter. In the hope of later solving the cryptogram, Blake bore off this volume in his coat pocket. Many of the great tomes on the shelves fascinated him unutterably, and he felt tempted to borrow them at some later time. He wondered how they could have remained undisturbed so long. Was he the first to conquer the clutching, pervasive fear which had for nearly sixty years protected this deserted place from visitors? Having now thoroughly explored the ground floor, Blake ploughed again through the dust of the spectral nave to the front vestibule, where he had seen a door and staircase presumably leading up to the blackened tower and steeple—objects so long familiar to him at a distance. The ascent was a choking experience, for dust lay thick, while the spiders had done their worst in this constricted place. The staircase was a spiral with high, narrow wooden treads, and now and then Blake passed a clouded window looking dizzily out over the city. Though he had seen no ropes below, he expected to find a bell or peal of bells in the tower whose narrow, louver-boarded lancet windows his field-glass had studied so often. Here he was doomed to disappointment; for when he attained the top of the stairs he found the tower chamber vacant of chimes, and clearly devoted to vastly different purposes. The room, about fifteen feet square, was faintly lighted by four lancet windows, one on each side, which were glazed within their screening of decayed louver-boards. These had been further fitted with tight, opaque screens, but the latter were now largely rotted away. In the centre of the dust-laden floor rose a curiously angled stone pillar some four feet in height and two in average diameter, covered on each side with bizarre, crudely incised, and wholly unrecognisable hieroglyphs. On this pillar rested a metal box of peculiarly asymmetrical form; its hinged lid thrown back, and its interior holding what looked beneath the decade-deep dust to be an egg-shaped or irregularly spherical object some four inches through. Around the pillar in a rough circle were seven high-backed Gothic chairs still largely intact, while behind them, ranging along the dark-panelled walls, were seven colossal images of crumbling, black-painted plaster, resembling more than anything else the cryptic carven megaliths of mysterious Easter Island. In one corner of the cobwebbed chamber a ladder was built into the wall, leading up to the closed trap-door of the windowless steeple above. As Blake grew accustomed to the feeble light he noticed odd bas-reliefs on the strange open box of yellowish metal. Approaching, he tried to clear the dust away with his hands and handkerchief, and saw that the figurings were of a monstrous and utterly alien kind; depicting entities which, though seemingly alive, resembled no known life-form ever evolved on this planet. The four-inch seeming sphere turned out to be a nearly black, red-striated polyhedron with many irregular flat surfaces; either a very remarkable crystal of some sort, or an artificial object of carved and highly polished mineral matter. It did not touch the bottom of the box, but was held suspended by means of a metal band around its centre, with seven queerly designed supports extending horizontally to angles of the box's inner wall near the top. This stone, once exposed, exerted upon Blake an almost alarming fascination. He could scarcely tear his eyes from it, and as he looked at its glistening surfaces he almost fancied it was transparent, with half-formed worlds of wonder within. Into his mind floated pictures of alien orbs with great stone towers, and other orbs with titan mountains and no mark of life, and still remoter spaces where only a stirring in vague blacknesses told of the presence of consciousness and will. When he did look away, it was to notice a somewhat singular mound of dust in the far corner near the ladder to the steeple. Just why it took his attention he could not tell, but something in its contours carried a message to his unconscious mind. Ploughing toward it, and brushing aside the hanging cobwebs as he went, he began to discern something grim about it. Hand and handkerchief soon revealed the truth, and Blake gasped with a baffling mixture of emotions. It was a human skeleton, and it must have been there for a very long time. The clothing was in shreds, but some buttons and fragments of cloth bespoke a man's grey suit. There were other bits of evidence—shoes, metal clasps, huge buttons for round cuffs, a stickpin of bygone pattern, a reporter's badge with the name of the old Providence Telegram, and a crumbling leather pocketbook. Blake examined the latter with care, finding within it several bills of antiquated issue, a celluloid advertising calendar for 1893, some cards with the name “Edwin M. Lillibridge”, and a paper covered with pencilled memoranda. This paper held much of a puzzling nature, and Blake read it carefully at the dim westward window. Its disjointed text included such phrases as the following: “Prof. Enoch Bowen home from Egypt May 1844—buys old Free-Will Church in July—his archaeological work & studies in occult well known.” “Dr. Drowne of 4th Baptist warns against Starry Wisdom in sermon Dec. 29, 1844.” “Congregation 97 by end of '45.” “1846—3 disappearances—first mention of Shining Trapezohedron.” “7 disappearances 1848—stories of blood sacrifice begin.” “Investigation 1853 comes to nothing—stories of sounds.” “Fr. O'Malley tells of devil-worship with box found in great Egyptian ruins—says they call up something that can't exist in light. Flees a little light, and banished by strong light. Then has to be summoned again. Probably got this from deathbed confession of Francis X. Feeney, who had joined Starry Wisdom in '49. These people say the Shining Trapezohedron shews them heaven & other worlds, & that the Haunter of the Dark tells them secrets in some way.” “Story of Orrin B. Eddy 1857. They call it up by gazing at the crystal, & have a secret language of their own.” “200 or more in cong. 1863, exclusive of men at front.” “Irish boys mob church in 1869 after Patrick Regan's disappearance.” “Veiled article in J. March 14, '72, but people don't talk about it.” “6 disappearances 1876—secret committee calls on Mayor Doyle.” “Action promised Feb. 1877—church closes in April.” “Gang—Federal Hill Boys—threaten Dr. —— and vestrymen in May.” “181 persons leave city before end of '77—mention no names.” “Ghost stories begin around 1880—try to ascertain truth of report that no human being has entered church since 1877.” “Ask Lanigan for photograph of place taken 1851.” . . . Restoring the paper to the pocketbook and placing the latter in his coat, Blake turned to look down at the skeleton in the dust. The implications of the notes were clear, and there could be no doubt but that this man had come to the deserted edifice forty-two years before in quest of a newspaper sensation which no one else had been bold enough to attempt. Perhaps no one else had known of his plan—who could tell? But he had never returned to his paper. Had some bravely suppressed fear risen to overcome him and bring on sudden heart-failure? Blake stooped over the gleaming bones and noted their peculiar state. Some of them were badly scattered, and a few seemed oddly dissolved at the ends. Others were strangely yellowed, with vague suggestions of charring. This charring extended to some of the fragments of clothing. The skull was in a very peculiar state—stained yellow, and with a charred aperture in the top as if some powerful acid had eaten through the solid bone. What had happened to the skeleton during its four decades of silent entombment here Blake could not imagine. Before he realised it, he was looking at the stone again, and letting its curious influence call up a nebulous pageantry in his mind. He saw processions of robed, hooded figures whose outlines were not human, and looked on endless leagues of desert lined with carved, sky-reaching monoliths. He saw towers and walls in nighted depths under the sea, and vortices of space where wisps of black mist floated before thin shimmerings of cold purple haze. And beyond all else he glimpsed an infinite gulf of darkness, where solid and semi-solid forms were known only by their windy stirrings, and cloudy patterns of force seemed to superimpose order on chaos and hold forth a key to all the paradoxes and arcana of the worlds we know. Then all at once the spell was broken by an access of gnawing, indeterminate panic fear. Blake choked and turned away from the stone, conscious of some formless alien presence close to him and watching him with horrible intentness. He felt entangled with something—something which was not in the stone, but which had looked through it at him—something which would ceaselessly follow him with a cognition that was not physical sight. Plainly, the place was getting on his nerves—as well it might in view of his gruesome find. The light was waning, too, and since he had no illuminant with him he knew he would have to be leaving soon. It was then, in the gathering twilight, that he thought he saw a faint trace of luminosity in the crazily angled stone. He had tried to look away from it, but some obscure compulsion drew his eyes back. Was there a subtle phosphorescence of radio-activity about the thing? What was it that the dead man's notes had said concerning a Shining Trapezohedron? What, anyway, was this abandoned lair of cosmic evil? What had been done here, and what might still be lurking in the bird-shunned shadows? It seemed now as if an elusive touch of foetor had arisen somewhere close by, though its source was not apparent. Blake seized the cover of the long-open box and snapped it down. It moved easily on its alien hinges, and closed completely over the unmistakably glowing stone. At the sharp click of that closing a soft stirring sound seemed to come from the steeple's eternal blackness overhead, beyond the trap-door. Rats, without question—the only living things to reveal their presence in this accursed pile since he had entered it. And yet that stirring in the steeple frightened him horribly, so that he plunged almost wildly down the spiral stairs, across the ghoulish nave, into the vaulted basement, out amidst the gathering dusk of the deserted square, and down through the teeming, fear-haunted alleys and avenues of Federal Hill toward the sane central streets and the home-like brick sidewalks of the college district. During the days which followed, Blake told no one of his expedition. Instead, he read much in certain books, examined long years of newspaper files downtown, and worked feverishly at the cryptogram in that leather volume from the cobwebbed vestry room. The cipher, he soon saw, was no simple one; and after a long period of endeavour he felt sure that its language could not be English, Latin, Greek, French, Spanish, Italian, or German. Evidently he would have to draw upon the deepest wells of his strange erudition. Every evening the old impulse to gaze westward returned, and he saw the black steeple as of yore amongst the bristling roofs of a distant and half-fabulous world. But now it held a fresh note of terror for him. He knew the heritage of evil lore it masked, and with the knowledge his vision ran riot in queer new ways. The birds of spring were returning, and as he watched their sunset flights he fancied they avoided the gaunt, lone spire as never before. When a flock of them approached it, he thought, they would wheel and scatter in panic confusion—and he could guess at the wild twitterings which failed to reach him across the intervening miles. It was in June that Blake's diary told of his victory over the cryptogram. The text was, he found, in the dark Aklo language used by certain cults of evil antiquity, and known to him in a halting way through previous researches. The diary is strangely reticent about what Blake deciphered, but he was patently awed and disconcerted by his results. There are references to a Haunter of the Dark awaked by gazing into the Shining Trapezohedron, and insane conjectures about the black gulfs of chaos from which it was called. The being is spoken of as holding all knowledge, and demanding monstrous sacrifices. Some of Blake's entries shew fear lest the thing, which he seemed to regard as summoned, stalk abroad; though he adds that the street-lights form a bulwark which cannot be crossed. Of the Shining Trapezohedron he speaks often, calling it a window on all time and space, and tracing its history from the days it was fashioned on dark Yuggoth, before ever the Old Ones brought it to earth. It was treasured and placed in its curious box by the crinoid things of Antarctica, salvaged from their ruins by the serpent-men of Valusia, and peered at aeons later in Lemuria by the first human beings. It crossed strange lands and stranger seas, and sank with Atlantis before a Minoan fisher meshed it in his net and sold it to swarthy merchants from nighted Khem. The Pharaoh Nephren-Ka built around it a temple with a windowless crypt, and did that which caused his name to be stricken from all monuments and records. Then it slept in the ruins of that evil fane which the priests and the new Pharaoh destroyed, till the delver's spade once more brought it forth to curse mankind. Early in July the newspapers oddly supplement Blake's entries, though in so brief and casual a way that only the diary has called general attention to their contribution. It appears that a new fear had been growing on Federal Hill since a stranger had entered the dreaded church. The Italians whispered of unaccustomed stirrings and bumpings and scrapings in the dark windowless steeple, and called on their priests to banish an entity which haunted their dreams. Something, they said, was constantly watching at a door to see if it were dark enough to venture forth. Press items mentioned the long-standing local superstitions, but failed to shed much light on the earlier background of the horror. It was obvious that the young reporters of today are no antiquarians. In writing of these things in his diary, Blake expresses a curious kind of remorse, and talks of the duty of burying the Shining Trapezohedron and of banishing what he had evoked by letting daylight into the hideous jutting spire. At the same time, however, he displays the dangerous extent of his fascination, and admits a morbid longing—pervading even his dreams—to visit the accursed tower and gaze again into the cosmic secrets of the glowing stone. Then something in the Journal on the morning of July 17 threw the diarist into a veritable fever of horror. It was only a variant of the other half-humorous items about the Federal Hill restlessness, but to Blake it was somehow very terrible indeed. In the night a thunderstorm had put the city's lighting-system out of commission for a full hour, and in that black interval the Italians had nearly gone mad with fright. Those living near the dreaded church had sworn that the thing in the steeple had taken advantage of the street-lamps' absence and gone down into the body of the church, flopping and bumping around in a viscous, altogether dreadful way. Toward the last it had bumped up to the tower, where there were sounds of the shattering of glass. It could go wherever the darkness reached, but light would always send it fleeing. When the current blazed on again there had been a shocking commotion in the tower, for even the feeble light trickling through the grime-blackened, louver-boarded windows was too much for the thing. It had bumped and slithered up into its tenebrous steeple just in time—for a long dose of light would have sent it back into the abyss whence the crazy stranger had called it. During the dark hour praying crowds had clustered round the church in the rain with lighted candles and lamps somehow shielded with folded paper and umbrellas—a guard of light to save the city from the nightmare that stalks in darkness. Once, those nearest the church declared, the outer door had rattled hideously. But even this was not the worst. That evening in the Bulletin Blake read of what the reporters had found. Aroused at last to the whimsical news value of the scare, a pair of them had defied the frantic crowds of Italians and crawled into the church through the cellar window after trying the doors in vain. They found the dust of the vestibule and of the spectral nave ploughed up in a singular way, with bits of rotted cushions and satin pew-linings scattered curiously around. There was a bad odour everywhere, and here and there were bits of yellow stain and patches of what looked like charring. Opening the door to the tower, and pausing a moment at the suspicion of a scraping sound above, they found the narrow spiral stairs wiped roughly clean. In the tower itself a similarly half-swept condition existed. They spoke of the heptagonal stone pillar, the overturned Gothic chairs, and the bizarre plaster images; though strangely enough the metal box and the old mutilated skeleton were not mentioned. What disturbed Blake the most—except for the hints of stains and charring and bad odours—was the final detail that explained the crashing glass. Every one of the tower's lancet windows was broken, and two of them had been darkened in a crude and hurried way by the stuffing of satin pew-linings and cushion-horsehair into the spaces between the slanting exterior louver-boards. More satin fragments and bunches of horsehair lay scattered around the newly swept floor, as if someone had been interrupted in the act of restoring the tower to the absolute blackness of its tightly curtained days. Yellowish stains and charred patches were found on the ladder to the windowless spire, but when a reporter climbed up, opened the horizontally sliding trap-door, and shot a feeble flashlight beam into the black and strangely foetid space, he saw nothing but darkness, and an heterogeneous litter of shapeless fragments near the aperture. The verdict, of course, was charlatanry. Somebody had played a joke on the superstitious hill-dwellers, or else some fanatic had striven to bolster up their fears for their own supposed good. Or perhaps some of the younger and more sophisticated dwellers had staged an elaborate hoax on the outside world. There was an amusing aftermath when the police sent an officer to verify the reports. Three men in succession found ways of evading the assignment, and the fourth went very reluctantly and returned very soon without adding to the account given by the reporters. From this point onward Blake's diary shews a mounting tide of insidious horror and nervous apprehension. He upbraids himself for not doing something, and speculates wildly on the consequences of another electrical breakdown. It has been verified that on three occasions—during thunderstorms—he telephoned the electric light company in a frantic vein and asked that desperate precautions against a lapse of power be taken. Now and then his entries shew concern over the failure of the reporters to find the metal box and stone, and the strangely marred old skeleton, when they explored the shadowy tower room. He assumed that these things had been removed—whither, and by whom or what, he could only guess. But his worst fears concerned himself, and the kind of unholy rapport he felt to exist between his mind and that lurking horror in the distant steeple—that monstrous thing of night which his rashness had called out of the ultimate black spaces. He seemed to feel a constant tugging at his will, and callers of that period remember how he would sit abstractedly at his desk and stare out of the west window at that far-off, spire-bristling mound beyond the swirling smoke of the city. His entries dwell monotonously on certain terrible dreams, and of a strengthening of the unholy rapport in his sleep. There is mention of a night when he awaked to find himself fully dressed, outdoors, and headed automatically down College Hill toward the west. Again and again he dwells on the fact that the thing in the steeple knows where to find him. The week following July 30 is recalled as the time of Blake's partial breakdown. He did not dress, and ordered all his food by telephone. Visitors remarked the cords he kept near his bed, and he said that sleep-walking had forced him to bind his ankles every night with knots which would probably hold or else waken him with the labour of untying. In his diary he told of the hideous experience which had brought the collapse. After retiring on the night of the 30th he had suddenly found himself groping about in an almost black space. All he could see were short, faint, horizontal streaks of bluish light, but he could smell an overpowering foetor and hear a curious jumble of soft, furtive sounds above him. Whenever he moved he stumbled over something, and at each noise there would come a sort of answering sound from above—a vague stirring, mixed with the cautious sliding of wood on wood. Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and fumbling his uncertain way upward toward some region of intenser stench where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws. Then a sharp report from the outer world broke through his stupor and roused him to the unutterable horror of his position. What it was, he never knew—perhaps it was some belated peal from the fireworks heard all summer on Federal Hill as the dwellers hail their various patron saints, or the saints of their native villages in Italy. In any event he shrieked aloud, dropped frantically from the ladder, and stumbled blindly across the obstructed floor of the almost lightless chamber that encompassed him. He knew instantly where he was, and plunged recklessly down the narrow spiral staircase, tripping and bruising himself at every turn. There was a nightmare flight through a vast cobwebbed nave whose ghostly arches reached up to realms of leering shadow, a sightless scramble through a littered basement, a climb to regions of air and street-lights outside, and a mad racing down a spectral hill of gibbering gables, across a grim, silent city of tall black towers, and up the steep eastward precipice to his own ancient door. On regaining consciousness in the morning he found himself lying on his study floor fully dressed. Dirt and cobwebs covered him, and every inch of his body seemed sore and bruised. When he faced the mirror he saw that his hair was badly scorched, while a trace of strange, evil odour seemed to cling to his upper outer clothing. It was then that his nerves broke down. Thereafter, lounging exhaustedly about in a dressing-gown, he did little but stare from his west window, shiver at the threat of thunder, and make wild entries in his diary. The great storm broke just before midnight on August 8th. Lightning struck repeatedly in all parts of the city, and two remarkable fireballs were reported. The rain was torrential, while a constant fusillade of thunder brought sleeplessness to thousands. Blake was utterly frantic in his fear for the lighting system, and tried to telephone the company around 1 a.m., though by that time service had been temporarily cut off in the interest of safety. He recorded everything in his diary—the large, nervous, and often undecipherable hieroglyphs telling their own story of growing frenzy and despair, and of entries scrawled blindly in the dark. He had to keep the house dark in order to see out the window, and it appears that most of his time was spent at his desk, peering anxiously through the rain across the glistening miles of downtown roofs at the constellation of distant lights marking Federal Hill. Now and then he would fumblingly make an entry in his diary, so that detached phrases such as “The lights must not go”; “It knows where I am”; “I must destroy it”; and “It is calling to me, but perhaps it means no injury this time”; are found scattered down two of the pages. Then the lights went out all over the city. It happened at 2:12 a.m. according to power-house records, but Blake's diary gives no indication of the time. The entry is merely, “Lights out—God help me.” On Federal Hill there were watchers as anxious as he, and rain-soaked knots of men paraded the square and alleys around the evil church with umbrella-shaded candles, electric flashlights, oil lanterns, crucifixes, and obscure charms of the many sorts common to southern Italy. They blessed each flash of lightning, and made cryptical signs of fear with their right hands when a turn in the storm caused the flashes to lessen and finally to cease altogether. A rising wind blew out most of the candles, so that the scene grew threateningly dark. Someone roused Father Merluzzo of Spirito Santo Church, and he hastened to the dismal square to pronounce whatever helpful syllables he could. Of the restless and curious sounds in the blackened tower, there could be no doubt whatever. For what happened at 2:35 we have the testimony of the priest, a young, intelligent, and well-educated person; of Patrolman William J. Monahan of the Central Station, an officer of the highest reliability who had paused at that part of his beat to inspect the crowd; and of most of the seventy-eight men who had gathered around the church's high bank wall—especially those in the square where the eastward facade was visible. Of course there was nothing which can be proved as being outside the order of Nature. The possible causes of such an event are many. No one can speak with certainty of the obscure chemical processes arising in a vast, ancient, ill-aired, and long-deserted building of heterogeneous contents. Mephitic vapours—spontaneous combustion—pressure of gases born of long decay—any one of numberless phenomena might be responsible. And then, of course, the factor of conscious charlatanry can by no means be excluded. The thing was really quite simple in itself, and covered less than three minutes of actual time. Father Merluzzo, always a precise man, looked at his watch repeatedly. It started with a definite swelling of the dull fumbling sounds inside the black tower. There had for some time been a vague exhalation of strange, evil odours from the church, and this had now become emphatic and offensive. Then at last there was a sound of splintering wood, and a large, heavy object crashed down in the yard beneath the frowning easterly facade. The tower was invisible now that the candles would not burn, but as the object neared the ground the people knew that it was the smoke-grimed louver-boarding of that tower's east window. Immediately afterward an utterly unbearable foetor welled forth from the unseen heights, choking and sickening the trembling watchers, and almost prostrating those in the square. At the same time the air trembled with a vibration as of flapping wings, and a sudden east-blowing wind more violent than any previous blast snatched off the hats and wrenched the dripping umbrellas of the crowd. Nothing definite could be seen in the candleless night, though some upward-looking spectators thought they glimpsed a great spreading blur of denser blackness against the inky sky—something like a formless cloud of smoke that shot with meteor-like speed toward the east. That was all. The watchers were half numbed with fright, awe, and discomfort, and scarcely knew what to do, or whether to do anything at all. Not knowing what had happened, they did not relax their vigil; and a moment later they sent up a prayer as a sharp flash of belated lightning, followed by an earsplitting crash of sound, rent the flooded heavens. Half an hour later the rain stopped, and in fifteen minutes more the street-lights sprang on again, sending the weary, bedraggled watchers relievedly back to their homes. The next day's papers gave these matters minor mention in connexion with the general storm reports. It seems that the great lightning flash and deafening explosion which followed the Federal Hill occurrence were even more tremendous farther east, where a burst of the singular foetor was likewise noticed. The phenomenon was most marked over College Hill, where the crash awaked all the sleeping inhabitants and led to a bewildered round of speculations. Of those who were already awake only a few saw the anomalous blaze of light near the top of the hill, or noticed the inexplicable upward rush of air which almost stripped the leaves from the trees and blasted the plants in the gardens. It was agreed that the lone, sudden lightning-bolt must have struck somewhere in this neighbourhood, though no trace of its striking could afterward be found. A youth in the Tau Omega fraternity house thought he saw a grotesque and hideous mass of smoke in the air just as the preliminary flash burst, but his observation has not been verified. All of the few observers, however, agree as to the violent gust from the west and the flood of intolerable stench which preceded the belated stroke; whilst evidence concerning the momentary burned odour after the stroke is equally general. These points were discussed very carefully because of their probable connexion with the death of Robert Blake. Students in the Psi Delta house, whose upper rear windows looked into Blake's study, noticed the blurred white face at the westward window on the morning of the 9th, and wondered what was wrong with the expression. When they saw the same face in the same position that evening, they felt worried, and watched for the lights to come up in his apartment. Later they rang the bell of the darkened flat, and finally had a policeman force the door. The rigid body sat bolt upright at the desk by the window, and when the intruders saw the glassy, bulging eyes, and the marks of stark, convulsive fright on the twisted features, they turned away in sickened dismay. Shortly afterward the coroner's physician made an examination, and despite the unbroken window reported electrical shock, or nervous tension induced by electrical discharge, as the cause of death. The hideous expression he ignored altogether, deeming it a not improbable result of the profound shock as experienced by a person of such abnormal imagination and unbalanced emotions. He deduced these latter qualities from the books, paintings, and manuscripts found in the apartment, and from the blindly scrawled entries in the diary on the desk. Blake had prolonged his frenzied jottings to the last, and the broken-pointed pencil was found clutched in his spasmodically contracted right hand. The entries after the failure of the lights were highly disjointed, and legible only in part. From them certain investigators have drawn conclusions differing greatly from the materialistic official verdict, but such speculations have little chance for belief among the conservative. The case of these imaginative theorists has not been helped by the action of superstitious Dr. Dexter, who threw the curious box and angled stone—an object certainly self-luminous as seen in the black windowless steeple where it was found—into the deepest channel of Narragansett Bay. Excessive imagination and neurotic unbalance on Blake's part, aggravated by knowledge of the evil bygone cult whose startling traces he had uncovered, form the dominant interpretation given those final frenzied jottings. These are the entries—or all that can be made of them. “Lights still out—must be five minutes now. Everything depends on lightning. Yaddith grant it will keep up! . . . Some influence seems beating through it. . . . Rain and thunder and wind deafen. . . . The thing is taking hold of my mind. . . . “Trouble with memory. I see things I never knew before. Other worlds and other galaxies . . . Dark . . . The lightning seems dark and the darkness seems light. . . . “It cannot be the real hill and church that I see in the pitch-darkness. Must be retinal impression left by flashes. Heaven grant the Italians are out with their candles if the lightning stops! “What am I afraid of? Is it not an avatar of Nyarlathotep, who in antique and shadowy Khem even took the form of man? I remember Yuggoth, and more distant Shaggai, and the ultimate void of the black planets. . . . “The long, winging flight through the void . . . cannot cross the universe of light . . . re-created by the thoughts caught in the Shining Trapezohedron . . . send it through the horrible abysses of radiance. . . . “My name is Blake—Robert Harrison Blake of 620 East Knapp Street, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. . . . I am on this planet. . . . “Azathoth have mercy!—the lightning no longer flashes—horrible—I can see everything with a monstrous sense that is not sight—light is dark and dark is light . . . those people on the hill . . . guard . . . candles and charms . . . their priests. . . . “Sense of distance gone—far is near and near is far. No light—no glass—see that steeple—that tower—window—can hear—Roderick Usher—am mad or going mad—the thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower—I am it and it is I—I want to get out . . . must get out and unify the forces. . . . It knows where I am. . . . “I am Robert Blake, but I see the tower in the dark. There is a monstrous odour . . . senses transfigured . . . boarding at that tower window cracking and giving way. . . . Iä . . . ngai . . . ygg. . . . “I see it—coming here—hell-wind—titan blur—black wings—Yog-Sothoth save me—the three-lobed burning eye. . . .”
Welcome to Harry Potter Theory. Today we're discussing the Death Eaters- delving in to the ranks of Voldemort's most powerful followers and uncovering which of these dark witches and wizards are most dangerous. As a young boy, Tom Riddle lacked a normal range of human emotions. However, that certainly didn't mean he was unable to control people. His cunning and manipulative nature eventually meant that he would form a ‘gang' of sorts- a group consisting of his fellow Slytherin students. The gang that Riddle formed was once described by Dumbledore as “a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking glory, and the thuggish seeking a leader who could show them more refined cruelty”. This group were (at that time) known as the Knights of Walpurgis. But, if we fast forward to the year 1970, 32 years AFTER Tom Riddle had started attending Hogwarts, and the beginning of ‘Voldemort's' rise to power, these ‘Knights of Walpurgis' were known by a different name: 'Death Eaters'. As far as dark witches and wizards went, the Death Eaters were the worst. This group was comprised of evil witches and wizards that were all hellbent on pursuing their dark ambitions. They were the followers of Lord Voldemort- and they obeyed his every bidding in an effort to ‘cleanse' the wizarding world- the ultimate goal being to restore pure-blood authority. And unfortunately, Voldemort managed to amass quite a lot of them. Today, we'll be taking a look at each and every one of these followers, uncovering who they were and just how valuable their contributions may have been to Voldemort. I'd also like to mention that I'll be Sticking to OFFICIAL Death Eaters only and not just wizards who followed Voldemort (whether Imperiused or not). There were many followers of Voldemort that were not granted Death Eater status OR given the Dark Mark, but WERE allowed to wear Death Eater garments in order to command the respect they engendered. This group was comprised of individuals that Voldemort found useful but did not want to directly associate himself with. A good example of someone in this category would be Fenrir Greyback. With all of that established, let's get in to it. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Junto a Sergio Molina, hijo de Paul Naschy, descubrimos los secretos de La noche de Walpurgis.
As we enter the time of Beltane, a new Roman Empire is coming to fruition and the form of the Antichrist is taking shape. King Charles announced that all citizens of the United Kingdom must swear allegiance to the throne while the Pope plans to enter the belly of the beast to negotiate peace in Ukraine. It is said the devil rules during the fiery events of Walpurgis and Beltane - the time of the burning festivals as the mind virus spell is released that sears, irritates, and motivates men and women to do the most immoral things. Tonight on Ground Zero, Clyde Lewis talks with researcher and author, Leo Zagami about THE FIRES OF WALPURGISNACHT. Ground Zero with Clyde Lewis is live M-F from 7-10pm, pacific time, and streamed for free at groundzero.radio and talkstreamlive.com. There is a delayed broadcast on our local Portland radio station, KPAM 860, from 9pm-12am, pacific time. To leave a message, call our toll-free line at 866-536-7469. To listen by phone: 717-734-6922. To call the live show: 503-225-0860. For Android and iPhones, download the Paranormal Radio app. The transcript of each episode will be posted after the show on our website at groundzeromedia.org. In order to access Ground Zero's exclusive digital library which includes webinars, archived shows/podcasts, research groups, videos, documents, and more, you need to sign up at aftermath.media. Subscriptions start at $7/month. Check out the yearly specials!
Walpurgis and May Day are, like all holy days of nature, indicators of change. The wheel of heaven turns and life below is influenced. Over thousands of years humans have attempted to align themselves with these changes and connect with powers greater than themselves. Ancient Romans celebrated Floralia in late-April, early-May. In the Middle East there is Riḍván. The western world today celebrates Beltane or May Day, a time of rejuvenation, regrowth, warmth, light, and love. That is why we need to take back the origins of holidays/holy-days and fill the void created by institutional religions seeking to eradicated their spiritual competitors, i.e. pagans. Ironically, that void has been filled with satanists and chaos magicians seeking to usurp God's creation and hijack its power for their own distorted and inverted version of the world. On Friday, SatanCon kicked off in Boston, Massachusetts, to align with Walpurgis weekend. Although modern satanists are different than Anton LaVey's satanism, LaVey also chose April 30 for the foundation of his Church of Satan. At the latter event videos surfaced of Bibles being ripped and blue pro-police flags being torn. The irony here is that Saturn is the god of organized chaos and law and order. SatanCon also required full proof of pharmaceutical intervention and facial covering. The event also featured a satanic marketplace, in hypocrisy of the anti-capitalist elements in that community. Also, a video surfaced prior to SatanCon of a state representative in Arizona hiding Bibles. All of these things suggest that there is an increasing repulsion for God and his creation, be that his Word, Nature, or the human face itself (image of God). This force is the same evil that ripped out human hearts and sacrificed babies to Moloch. Today we call it science and healthcare, i.e. myocarditis and abortion.The distortions and inversions of nature are results of anti-christ consciousness. Whether planned or unplanned, historical events at Waco, Oklahoma City, Columbine, and Virginia Tech, or the Titanic, the Lusitania, deaths of Presidents and other leaders, etc., have been hinges by which the past, present and future continues to swing. In April 2023 we heard about 18,000 cows dying in the largest barn fire ever. A few weeks later global news became focused on the coronation of King Charles to the throne, slated for May 6 - Satur(n)day. Buckingham Palace has said it “will reflect the monarch's role today and look towards the future, while being rooted in longstanding traditions and pageantry.” His role today and in the future is akin to the mythical figure of King Arthur, the ‘once and future king'. It is no coincidence that Charles' son William was born on the Summer Solstice through induced labor, or that William's daughter was born May 2. King Charles is an advocate for a ‘war-like' footing on Climate Change just as his father Phillip wanted to be reincarnated as a “deadly virus” to solve overpopulation. The coronation will also include a pledge the public can say to honor his Majesty. Powerful people understand the cycles, dates, times, etc., and exploit them to their advantage. This is certainly part of what is mean in the Biblical book of John 8:44, wherein it is described: You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father's desires. He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies.
In this episode of The Three Ravens Podcast, Eleanor and Martin take a pilgrimage to Kent.With the episode released on May Day, they talk about Beltane, Walpurgis and May Day traditions, then discuss the history and folklore of Kent - from St Augustine and Hengist King of Kent to the Wantsum Worm, the Screaming Woods of Pluckley, and much more besides. Then it's time for the main event: Eleanor's telling of "The Queen of Bones."Learn more about The Three Ravens Podcast at www.threeravenspodcast.com and join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeravenspodcast. Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Welcome Spooky Lovelies! Gather ye, Witches, for this Halfway to Halloween Celebration!! April 30th is Walpurgisnacht, Walpurgis Night, or WITCH'S NIGHT! A Devil's delight like no other! -- With a centuries-old dead nun included that only helps to stoke the fire and fan the flames! If you didn't know before that there 2 wild nights for the wicked each year, NOW YOU DO! Please take your seats! Special Thanks to Sounds Like an Earful Music Supply for the amazing music AND sound design.
The fire has already been lit...Огонь уже зажжен...
Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! 1) El equinoxio de marzo. El comienzo del año espiritual. El Principio de Correspondencia. La carta natal. 2) 30 de abril: Día de Walpurgis. 3) 21 al 24 de junio Solsticio. Signo y símbolo. El Tarot. La intuición. 4) 31 de octubre. Halloween. Las antípodas. 5) 21 al 24 de diciembre. Solsticio. Natalicio de Jesús. Carnaval. El pentáculo. El Principio de Correspondencia. La propia fecha de cumpleaños. ¿Cómo conseguir efrectos duraderos? El ciclo bienal esotèrico. La punta de plata. Rito de centrado. Dos temas para próximas masterclasses. Preguntas y respuestas. Relacionados: Podcast AFR Nº EXTRA 56: El Año Nuevo Esotérico https://alfilodelarealidad.com/podcast-afr-no-extra-56-el-ano-nuevo-esoterico/ El Año Nuevo Esotérico: fundamentos y utilidades (Master Class) https://alfilodelarealidad.com/el-ano-nuevo-esoterico-fundamentos-y-utilidades-master-class/ Nueva plataforma de cursos (https://miscursosvirtuales.net). "FORMACIONES DE GUÍAS DE TEMAZCAL" para notificar fechas, lugares, Niveles Avanzados, Retiros de formación complementarios, detalles, etc., de las próximas Formaciones que en ese sentido haremos desde "Casa del Cóndor". Interesados: súmense al grupo donde concentraremos las actualizaciones: https://www.facebook.com/groups/153766088413706 * * * Programa de Afiliados * * * iVoox comparte con AFR un pequeño porcentaje si usas uno de estos enlaces: * Disfruta de la experiencia iVoox sin publicidad, con toda la potencia de volumen, sincronización de dispositivos y listas inteligentes ilimitadas: Premium anual https://www.ivoox.vip/premium?affiliate-code=68e3ae6b7ef213805d8afeeea434a491 Premium mensual https://www.ivoox.vip/premium?affiliate-code=7b7cf4c4707a5032e0c9cd0040e23919 * La mejor selección de podcasts en exclusiva con iVoox Plus Más de 50.000 episodios exclusivos y nuevos contenidos cada día. ¡Suscríbete y apoya a tus podcasters favoritos! Plus https://www.ivoox.vip/plus?affiliate-code=258b8436556f5fabae31df4e91558f48 Más sobre el mundo del Misterio en alfilodelarealidad.comEscucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de Al Filo de la Realidad. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/3844
Rolling Stone magazine ranked Paranoid, the second studio album by Black Sabbath, to be the number one of its "100 Greatest Metal Albums of All Time." Originally known by the name Earth, the band took the name Black Sabbath from a 1963 horror film starring Boris Karloff. The band members were Bill Ward on percussion, Geezer Butler on bass, Tony Iommi on guitar, and Ozzy Osbourne on vocals. It was originally a heavy blues band from Birmingham, England, but took on a darker complexion with lyrics of doom.Much of the music on Paranoid was developed during jams while the band was on the road.This album was panned by critics at the time, but it reached number 12 on the US charts. This is quite a feat, considering that the band received virtually no airplay on rock radio when the album came out. It would come to be considered a great heavy metal album, and Black Sabbath would be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.Wayne brings us this forerunner of prog rock and heavy metal. War PigsThe lead track for the album was originally going to be called "Walpurgis," a term for a black magic wedding or a Satanic version of Christmas. The label had concerns about this and had them change the title to War Pigs. The lyrics are about warmongers trying to get the working class to fight the wars for them.Paranoid This was the band's only top 10 hit in the UK, and it went to number 61 in the US. Though named "paranoid," the song is really about depression. The riffs bear a striking resemblance to Led Zeppelin's "Communication Breakdown." Led Zeppelin was one of the band's favorite groups at the time.Rat SaladThis track is largely a guitar and drum solo. The name comes from a joke about Ward's hair not being combed. This would be used in concerts as "filler" to give the vocalists a break.Iron Man One of the more famous singles from Black Sabbath, it became even more famous after being used in Marvel's Iron Man movie. The lyrics are about a man who travels to the future and sees the apocalypse. When he returns to the present, he is turned into steel, ignored by the population he tries to warn, and turns vengeful - causing the destruction seen in his vision. ENTERTAINMENT TRACK:Main theme from the television series “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”This sitcom set in Minneapolis benefitted from early 70's feminism as it featured a single career-oriented woman making her way on her own. STAFF PICKS:It's A Shame by The SpinnersBruce's staff pick brought the Spinners a hit at number 14 on the Billboard Hot 100, their first hit in about 5 years. This single was co-written by Stevie Wonder and Syreeta Wright in their first collaboration. Wonder and Wright would get married in September of 1970. The Spinners would go on to have bigger success after signing with Atlantic in 1972.War by Edwin Starr Rob brings us a classic protest song. "War! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing." Motown first released this song with the Temptations, but Starr would take it to number 1 with a heavier sound, reminiscent of James Brown. The Undisputed Truth is the backing band on this song.I Want to Take You Higher by Ike and Tina Turner Brian's staff pick is a cover originally performed by Sly & the Family Stone. Ike and Tina Turner would take this song to number 13 on the charts, so they did ineed take it higher than the original which peaked at number 38.Tighter Tighter by Alive 'N Kickin' Wayne features a one-hit wonder written by Tommy James that Alive N' Kickin' took to number 7. The group split up shortly after the single fell off the charts. They would reform in 1976, and still perform from time to time today. Despite being a pop love song, it has a surprisingly solid guitar riff. NOVELTY TRACK:Rubber Duckie by ErnieThis Sesame Street song was on the pop charts a number 16 on the Billboard Hot 100 in September of 1970.
Meet us at the bonfire, witches, lest ye get rabies!
There appears to have been a Walpurgis sacrifice in Ukraine with the dead bodies of Russian soldiers arranged in a Z shape and placed within a circle along with black magic symbols or sigils spray painted on buildings. It is quite chilling how these blood rituals during wartime can be hidden until they are said to be war crimes and the propaganda will not address it or write it off as "Satanic Panic." We have entered a dark time, perhaps the end-time, when the world's demise is a very real possibility. Tonight on Ground Zero, Clyde Lewis talks about WORLD STOPS TURNING - ASHES WHERE THEIR BODIES BURNING. https://groundzeromedia.org/5-6-22-world-stops-turning.../ Ground Zero with Clyde Lewis is live M-F from 7-10pm, pacific time, and streamed for free at groundzero.radio. There is a delayed broadcast on our local Portland affiliate station, KPAM 860, from 9pm-12am, pacific time. For radio affiliates near you, go to talkstreamlive.com. To listen by phone: 717-734-6922. To call into the show: 503-225-0860. The transcript of each episode will be posted after the show at groundzeromedia.org. In order to access the entire archived shows/podcasts, you must sign up on our secured server at aftermath.media. If you want access to the entire online Ground Zero library, which includes videos, audio clips, e-books, e-magazines, documents, a news aggregator, a social media platform, plus the archived shows/podcasts, it's $12 a month. Check out the yearly specials!
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