Month: June 2013

I’ve been struggling with how to release Book Six. It has no story, no hidden chapters, just my ramblings on magick and writing, and things that influenced the book. A lot of it is taken from material already posted on my scrollofthoth.com blog.

I have a real hard time asking people to pay money for it, but I think I have a solution.

Anyone who signs up for my mailing list at jameslwilber.com gets a free copy when it’s released July 8th. 

In other news, expect lots of book related posts leading up to and on June 25th, as My Babylon – Book One: Body will be on free promo, along with books by my Mid-World Arts compatriot Steve Loy.

I’m also working on audio versions of My Babylon to be released on Podiobooks and iTunes.

wiebkerost:

Full view of the Heqet-Hekate Illustration inside Pillars Periodical Journal

The drawing is based on a Walpurgisnight vision from 2007 and presents my idea of the Atavistic Goddess in the form of the Queen of Toads and Serpents.

I am happy about the placement of the picture, concluding the Four Graces of Hekate text by Ash Nostro Morg and introducing the Luciferian text by Jeremy Christner, even though the drawing developed not inspired by other’s texts but by the work with animals/famuli and through vision in meditation.

To buy the journal go here:

http://www.freewebstore.org/ANATHEMApublishing/-PILLARS_-_Vol1,_Issue1_-__Psychopompos_/p1525717_7181429.aspx

Thanks to Gabriel Mc Caughry for making this possible!

mademoiselleredfield:

Nyarlathotep

And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark one to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard:
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he had chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away.

H.P. Lovecraft.