THE REASON FOR THE SEASON

I’d like to take a moment to think about this special time of year and its true meaning. Some people complain that Christmas has become a commercialized husk, sucked dry of its true meaning. They seek to hearken back to a time when the “Christ” was truly in Christmas. Others mourn the passing of ancient pagan traditions subverted by early Christians. But in truth, the real reason for the season lies in the fact that when Jesus was conceived he devoured his twin in the womb in order to make manifest the twisted desires of Yaltaboath upon our material plane of existence.

Dead before having lived, this nameless twin was cast forward as a traveler into the future. In that distant time, not far from our own cursed present, this traveler discovered the secrets of the Serum of Liao; a potent psycho-chronotropic substance derived from the juices of the Black Lotus by an alchemist of China.

Freed from the iron groove of his future-path, he traveled backwards, inhabiting the lives of the cursed and damned, seeing through their eyes as t(he)y died. Even now, he travels back across the chasm of time and space seeking a return to the womb. When that portentous moment arrives, he will, with the aid of the Wizards of Hyperborea and the Craft of Khem, destroy his brother, the Christ, and free mankind from the shackles of the demiurge.

Please consider this true meaning of Christmas and contemplate the sacrifice of the Consumed Twin on this holy day by enjoying the classic collection of carols, De Vermis Mysteriis.

Join me in thoughts of a world free from the tyranny of our Deistic Oppressor as we listen to one of my favorite seasonal selections, The King of Days:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75OSo-_AKdI

A psychopath has found a sight and a way to be the king of days

A rhyme without a poem and the luster of his last ways

The angels of death had a right and a cause for a sorrow to say

A mortal flight across a chasm and on to the underworld’s graves



They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for - pride



The spirits flights into a valley, a darkness that led them astray

An infant’s eyes now open, with it a tempter, allude and betray

You know your master’s leash is tight and keeps your death and your children at bay

The raging maniac aware and knows the cost of his earthly maze



They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for – pride