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Independent esoteric & occult publisher
Jake Stratton Kent, the most important modern writer on magic and goetia and England’s most notorious necromancer.
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1 Beautiful, Clever, Dangerous…
Review of Apocalyptic Witchcraft courtesy of the highly respected Clive Harper and The Wiccan.
This is a beautiful book.
This is a clever book.
This is a dangerous book.
This is a beautiful book. The copy I have is an attractive hardback book, bound in rough black linen cloth, stamped with a dule of white doves. For afficionados of fine book-arts, I understand that there will be an even more sumptuous edition, comprising of 81 slipcased copies bound in hammered gold morocco (ed note: fine edition sold out, hardback still available!). For those with less extravagant tastes there is also a paperback edition at £15 and for those who prefer e-books, there is a PDF version at £10.
This is a clever book. Citing authorities as disparate as De Lancre and Debord, Ginzburg and Grant, Parsons and Plath, the author’s erudition underscores his graceful prose. Written with verve and brio, is is rightly described as “a polemic… not an exhaustive history” Time after time one reads sentences with a jewel-like clarity, for example he brilliantly encapsulates the tratidional outsider status of witchcraft - “You will find the witch at the end of a pointed finger”.
This is a dangerous book in that it makes you think. Grey challenges many of the ‘givens’ of contemporary Craft. As he puts it - “Witchcraft casts its glamour through these pages, but it will not be prettified. The sickle moon cuts. The curse harms. The wound bleeds. Without these there is no life in witchcraft.” Acknowledging the place of drugs, sex and malefica, this is no book for an interfaith gathering. It is however a book which will inspire, provoke thought and excite!
- Clive Harper
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Ravishing Ishtar: Reclaiming Masculine & Feminine Fierceness. ~ Rebecka Eggers
The male lover who lacks the warrior’s fierceness and commitment to a transpersonal cause is a Don Juan running about the streets with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and his dick in the other. The female lover who lacks the warrior opens her knees indiscriminately without asking for honor and reverence or else she gets lost in the idle romantic fantasies of the Don Juan seeing only the flowers.
Ravishing Ishtar: Reclaiming Masculine and Feminine fierceness
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…witchcraft arises from the world. It comes from the land, the people, the plants, the animals, the whole web of life. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Witchcraft is here in present time.
Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft (via witchofforestgrove)
Ripe with Fire
Phenomenal review of Exu and the Quimbanda of Night and Fire by Nicholaj De Mattos Frisvold.
Reposted from the ever incendiary Ryan Valentine and can be read in the original context here:
http://burn-victim.blogspot.ca/2013/04/ripe-as-fuck.html
This book. Changed everything, most things, perhaps nothing. Nothing is the most profound thing you can change, I think, change nothing and everything falls right into place. If Pomba Gira is the fig tree then Exu is the fruit of it, low hanging and ripe as fuck. In the corner where the candles burn, where the resins sizzle on the charcoals, where my book and my old .45 lay an old pocket watch now lives, threaded on the silver chain upon which old Gede’s grinning skull is hung. That watch changed everything, perhaps nothing. An old preacher left his children weeping in a hallway, left them forever, a passage that will go almost entirely unnoticed by the world at large but was marked for those few by an old pocket watch, a pair of boots, a handsome coat and an elegant old fishing pole. I was the watch, that old pocket watch that somehow weighed the weight of the world. I hung on that chain like daybreak.
I wrote once that the dead were a crowd of boko that gathered about the child of the west. It felt that way, untethered as we are from our past, a hundred thousand ghetto-born not knowing the names of even their parents every day. All you had to do was listen to them and they could teach you the secrets, any secrets, they came from all over and died here without names. That old watch had a name though; a full name and a secret one and I knew them both. It was the watch that changed the mandala of sigils we lay out in cascarilla and the fine pink sugar left when you evaporate good rum on the floor beneath the book, the gun, the burning candles and smoking resins.
The whole of the universe as I understand it is on that floor, you can change my mind, you can make me feel things, you can haunt my dreams but to have moved a single grain of sugar on that floor is to have moved the worlds themselves. At least, that is what has happened to me and it was Nicholaj de Mattos Frisvold’s book “Exu & the Quimbanda of Night and Fire” which illuminated that new shape. I am full of gratitude, a word which falls short of the feeling I think, that a resource such as this existed for me when it did.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about when I sat down to do this. I am certainly not telling any of you fuckers the details of my blood-secrets. The book is a nexus of feelings and personal relevance’s and sudden understandings for me, to which my ramblings about watches and sugar bear witness. You should read it I think though, while it could be that it is my own sympathies talking here, I think this particular work (especially in concert with Pomba Gira) is his most powerful. It feels to me like there is something of the man caught up in the work. I know how it works, these devil’s bargains. He made you bleed for it I bet, made you bleed all over it.
Don’t be mad, but I am glad for it. Makes the whole thing fucking amazing, closes the loop. A book of devil’s bargains written as a devil’s bargain.
Untethered as we are, we do destruction and chaos like nobody else and to love in the midst of all that, to pursue your desire through that carnage is to love purely, I think. That book is a crowd of devils doing what they love, doing what they do best. It is a visceral experience for the reader to be jostled about in that number. There will be a familiar face in that crowd for many of us in the untamed America’s, I’ll wager. Some hustler or whore who had only dark seeds, who sowed them anyway and reaped their weight in gold.
There is lots of lists and background research into parallels in old world necromancy and animism and ritual references. I was pretty excited about that when I first read through the book last winter but all of that collapsed into a singularity, a watch and a devil and an untethered spirit. Now that singularity is all I got, which I imagine is how it should be. Obviously, I am not going to wax the scholar, too much emotion in this business already to even attempt it but I will point out that the scholarly meat of the text in no way isolates or alienates the reader. Rather it stands as a testament to our disparate beginnings; for they are the reason the world’s legacy currently blossoms within the Creoles of the New World.
Untethered we may be, loving like furies and demons amidst the wreckage of the old world but loving nonetheless. That is the secret of the world and its legacy, the simple part that most usually escapes the scholars and their books of god algebra. Death does not truly separate lovers of any kind; it enshrines them like the dark gods they are.
So this is my offering of thanks Nicholaj and it is heartfelt because the sacrifice at the center of this book was your sacrifice and it moved the worlds.
(Ryan’s own writing can also be read in our collection At the Crossroads.)
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The fine ‘of the crows’ edition of Apocalyptic Witchcraft.
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