Slain in the Spirit

One amid the roar, We crowded stand before the doorway, Beneath embattled feet, Keys encoded in the motif. Here to transform The surf-tormented shore of being Through ritual meditation; Masochistic recreation. I've been here before, Altered state-dependent recall, Only know the movements In the moment when the speaker tolls. A sleeper cell: Enraptured thousands drunk with motion In collective gnostic calm Each awaits their own instruction. There is no ancient name, No impression hidden in the margin, Only what you bring in your unconscious. Dreaming within a dream All we see, reflections of a sacred geometry. Mise en abyme All it seems gross hyperbole Significant coincidence to me. O, Servitors! Relics of the fine-tuned universe, Obsessions born From once immortal curses. O, Servitors! Arising from recursive slumber. All their barriers banished; Of demons unencumbered. No more matryoshka martyrs, Only echoes of our egregores In our divine reflections, Philosophies of change's force: A synchromystic revelation, Built upon the golden dawn, That truth's inconsequential And the ire of reality will be ever unborn.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

All gathered here, Recant the night. The mercy of shade Has no place in the fury of light. I grant my will To these unquiet rites. 'Neath lantern's eye, I begin a study of illuminism as I take flight. Solo: Carcarrion Drag me through the doors of perception, Loosen the girders of my soul. They yearn to disclose Whatever I'm not meant to know. The Dionysian mysteries, Or the great theistic divorce. I will create a substantial illumination, Or take it by force. Endure the trials of excess Behold, the palace of wisdom! Here we drink the libation In communion with the sleeping kingdom. Am I the tiger of wrath? Or the horse of instruction? Elixir vitae guide me along This hallowed path beyond as above so below. Why frame the mind as a fortress Unless you fear what lies outside. I open the gates. I permit the influences to reside. Cries escape the catacombs Evoke iniquitous death, From the palace of memory. A cognitive insurgency Permeates the veil, Between the twin realities. I heed the call of the outer To fall between the perceived, Keres, claim my identity. An omen or a prophecy? A captive of deceit? Newfound or lost, I grieve. My own ascendancy invaded me Solo: Naut All gathered here Revel in dreams Discover the true will (the prescribed) reality is not all it seems. Thirty-one Anointed leaves Between fact and wish We are learning to paint with colours that are hitherto unseen Solo: Carcarrion Drag me through the doors of perception, Loosen the girders of my soul. They yearn to disclose Whatever I'm not meant to know. The Chaldean Oracles And the meaning in the rose I will create a substantial illumination Then take a dose.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Bull-faced, primeval, thrice-born, I call upon the Bacchic lord. Howling, ineffable, pure... Infuse my flesh with your form, Dual-natured, wild-hearted, twin-horned. Your furious inspiration devours the mind, For I am an ardour in blood, with might as the vine. Loud-roaring reveller, we are enthused. The breath of the nymph will our passion subdue. Bring ivy-ropes, goatskin and pine, Wage love in the worship of wine. Slain in the spirit that prudence destroyed Three beings rejoice in the space of one void Kneeling in prayer, prostrate in trance Speaking in tongues and submitting in dance. Solo: Naut Oh entheogenic power, Poured on the breast of the land. Propitious comes The chemogenesis of man.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

I am searching for the border, The subtle fracture in the glass. At the threshold of the dormant realm, Where dare my demons pass. The sleep of reason is evermore An exhibition of phantasmata. Disfigured in the mirror, Dreamed instructions manifest To guide the restless legion Into the arms of Morpheus. An infantry to wage the hidden war, A force to storm the great unseen, Cold, unfeeling, far-off things At last have come to be. Dare I dream? Seizure of my senses Make me numb Numb enough to enter the cataplectic kingdom to receive my crown Here we wait in wakefulness Until in sleep we drown Drown me in the majestic Slumber of ego, reign of the id. Beautiful instinct, The primal unravelling Of all mysteries still to solve. I resolve to transcend this mortal coil, To cast off the burdens of beings made only to toil. I succumb to the spirit of the incubus, The spectre pushing down. In sleep we drown. For this night my soul ascends Through channels unknown In congruence destined to roam.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Bereft of thought A conscious shedding of objective. Still minds in flux Have fetishized the gift of perspective Masquerading as self-improvement. The ambition is transparency, Become the means you're meant to be (Haunting) Whispers within, (Taunting) With voices unknown. Empty words goading the throne. (Hear me) Screaming inside (Longing) To feel unafraid Consciousness shall be remade But first redefined. The fog has scattered, Skies shift as thoughts are gathered An unforgiving moment of clarity. The self is exposed, Held to the shattered mirror of all life. Dimensions coalesce Occlusion of the senses A state defined by singularity The storm of inner calm Unbroken silence A pure consciousness event: Enlightenment! The subject and the object merge, In silent shared awareness converged Not in deprivation, nor emptiness This higher plain is but the peace of an absence unfelt. (Haunting) Whispers within, (Taunting) With voices unknown. Empty words goading the throne. (Hear me) Screaming inside (Longing) To feel anything Conciousness shall now begin

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Recreate the feeling The glory of induction The antipode of purity unveiled A journey defining a fevered life in wait To live and die an artist of the holotropic state. Sworn against the light, The lens through which my gaze burns eternally, Conjures the foul chorus of time's reminder. No shard of self remains A welcome psychic death The cortisone addiction Of reality unweft Meiotic figures flee me Throughout the spiralled halls Beyond imposed horizons Where the dreamer cannot fall Sworn against the light, I am just a concept It's all biofeedback With flesh and wires and tubes inside It's necropsychonautics I have slain my dragon We were symbiotic Death's enchanting lucid vision Necropsychonautic depictions of the other side Bone-white stars, like self replicating cadavers shine In transgression of the dawn. Are these but spurious truths, Or consoling fictions Told by wreaths of winged eyes? The archangel hangs the vast canvas of night

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

What have I wrought? What power, what clarity surrendered? Love has consumed me, And I thought it love, In some wyvern form that I'd consumed, As Mobius in torment. Makes no movements, makes no sounds Does not open eyes. This recursive nightmare, A vertiginous haunting, Slick with fear, dumb with pain, To pleasure numb. And passion? The contrapasso For an ouroboric appetite, The all is one in punishment And funeral rites. Yet I'm crying “Still alive!” Out from this casket No one hears. Eternal lethargy Is not the peace I seek, This fog will never lift I'm imprisoned in a shell of me, A petrified facsimile, Have his family come to see him? I'm the living mausoleum. Out of body, out of time, A vulture perched upon the shrine To Promethean ambiguity; Contorting in perpetuity solo: Naut The cycle starts anew, A vision, quest or dream of fever? The grey sun will never set. Hermetic force, Where was the presence of the master? Upon the empire of dread. While there's still fight, an ounce of strength, I'll rage against the ever-burning Light of pain. I'll make torture my domain, I do not go gentle into that endless night, Whence came the curse of flesh to life Now reduced to memory Contorting in perpetuity How many moons abhor the light Of their elder stars despite Counting endless aeons in Harut's domain Only to find their own delusions still inspire disdain?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

I reflect upon my descent, For what is the hunger, that drives me now? Curiosity; a physical need As are the perils of renown. Suspended on the vine of the dead I'll scale that final mountain To test the death hormone hypothesis, Just to document my bold encounters With fierce tears they curse me Pray my name's lost to the fire, My legacy forgotten. They'll call this prophecy, They'll call me god. Then call me charlatan and fraud. I say do what thou wilt, Show mercy or indifference. I bequeath my follies to my flock as recompense. How to begin a revolution From behind the curtain? I must strive to inspire a self-conviction Argentum Astrum . Pretend this decadent movement Was my own clandestine manufacture. I fractured boundaries The lust for death enraptured. I gave my secret chiefs The sacred keys To access all dimensions From the Kabbalah, The fractal truth: interpretation. Do not seek death, Death will find you yet. Instead seek the pathways That make death a fulfilment Solo: Carcarrion Now a dozen lights blaze, For there's no place for shadow or mercy in these rites, O morning star in fractal sprawl Where all are darkness you absolve with rays of dawn They'll call this prophecy, They'll call me god. Then call me charlatan and fraud. I say do what thou wilt; be joyous in abandonment, Be mournful of my gift to all: Death magick triumphant!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025