Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Exu and eclipses

Exu and the Quimbanda of Night and Fire by Nicholaj de Mattos Frisvold is now shipping.

This has not been an easy book, with the sewing machine at the printer breaking and causing a snarl up at the busiest time of the year. It is one of the perils of publishing these kind of books. They tend to come in their own good time. 

Our thanks for your patience with the delay and to the professionalism of our printer who expedited the situation as quickly as humanly possible.

All is now in order, with the pre-ordered copies now all in the post and the book blocks for the fine edition with our binder. The fine edition will ship in the New Year.

If you have not yet ordered, Exu can be found residing here:

For now, here are the pictures of the hardback edition taken after a long day of packing and posting. Hope that you all enjoy the book.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

The Eye of Night

A talk given by Alkistis Dimech on All Souls' Day 2012, for the Day of the Dead organised by the Occult Consultancy, Glastonbury, UK.

'The Eye of Night' is an introduction to the goetic spirit Bune, one of the necromantic specialists of the European spirit tradition, whose relationship with Hekate and the bacchanal of Hades is explored.
The methodology of emblematic decipherment is given, whereby the sorceror and spirit commune in the realm of vision and dream.

Matters covered include orientation in ritual and land, the katabasis or descent to the underworld, and menstrual and lunar cycles. Finally, some pointers are given for the construction of a dream vessel, as both shrine and ship for navigating the lunar mysteries.

The talk presents material that will be covered in greater depth in our forthcoming work on the Ars Goetia, due late 2013.

Field recording courtesy of Al Cummins.

The Ship of Death
D H Lawrence

Part V

Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey, to oblivion.

And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.

Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.

Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
already the flood is upon us.

Oh build your ship of death, your little ark
and furnish it with food, with little cakes, and wine
for the dark flight down oblivion.