The Tarot's History Games are meant to illicit certain sensations, an emotional and thoughtful response from those who engage with its rules. The tarot is no different. It’s existed since the 15th century with some occultists claiming that it is far older, dating back to the Old Kingdom of Egypt. But before it was used … Continue reading A Hint of the Occult II – Drawing the Wheel, and other things about Tarot.
Even when he opens his eyes, Husher tastes the asphalt and blood in his mouth. He’s lying on the broken pavement outside of the gas station, a few brave strands of grass against his cheek. From the ground he can see the booth, a body crumbled inside; the obvious question can’t be answered. He pushes … Continue reading Some Are Dead – 4. The Day of Jupiter
They come through us as if we were doors. They open us up, they eat and kill, and then they’re gone. Just like that. We’re left to pick up the pieces. It’s turning out be a long dream, same time every time. 10:01 PM. He goes into the house one hot summer night. The clouds … Continue reading Some Are Dead – 3. Dying in Carpocrates
Preface: This is a new writing series where I try my hand at articles/essays mostly dealing with some occult curiosities and how I relate them to things I'm reading, writing, watching, or playing. Let's see how it goes. Enjoy. Contains spoilers for Monster Hunter: World. The Kabbalah of Monster Hunter “The Devil is composed of … Continue reading A Hint of the Occult I – The Kabbalah of Monster Hunter
Be the shadow of the sundial; the narrow valley on the stone. That's what they say to the contracted. That's what they said to me when they marked me and sent me to the garden of statues. Statues that take the form of men and women and children in various stages of unrest. Some are … Continue reading The Gorgon Syndrome
He stood in the shadow of the gateway, a high smooth stone arch with a dome top ordained in the ancient architecture of Islamic Conquest. It had been damaged by artillery fire, smouldering black rocks lay broken and sandy at his feet. The road that stretched to the capital building, laden with similar destruction, was … Continue reading A Glimpse of Baghdad, 21XX AD.
They had been cooped up in the bunker for six years when the supplies finally ran dry. In the last of those months she had to bury her husband, who killed himself during the acid winter, and the canary he insisted on keeping. Once the clouds cleared into spring she found his half-burnt corpse outside … Continue reading The Teller of Tales