Enter the psychotic mind of Shadow Walker

John Milton( Al Pacino ): "Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!"

Hmmmm interesting topic eh, well readers I'll give you a little example of what I am referring to.

And it is simple I-N-D-I-V-I-D-U-A-L-I-T-Y......yes, an odd concept, I know, but here is what this is ...... standing out in the "going against the grain". I am an occultist, well read, plenty of time in the psyche ward helped me get well read; the occult, fantasy, comic books, books on vampirism, national geographic, all my ways of coping with the animals that surrounded me, and the fact that in that world polytheistic idealism is easier to understand, being that "the staff" (nurses, case managers, house parents) are the gods of that world, always watching and notating as they control your world and everything that is around you. The things I write and the things I talk about I contemplated during that time of repression, when surviving the residents in circulation. The only thing you know at a young age is survival. There is no childhood and fun was at the discretion of those who watched over you.

So this is my beginings in the kingdom of cold stones, where the darkness found me. Through the windows of books and pictures, this is where I became.

In that world individuality is a gift and a curse, rebellion is in what you wear and how you decorated your space, your "room".

So this is where I had found myself with plenty of time to contemplate what I think a regular life would be..........lord baphomet guiding me silently.

The world I was mentally birthed.

Within the chaos of the psyche ward.

Psychotic philosophy is delving in insanity, delving into a world that is chaos. I am an artist and a writer, my gaurdian daemon being my muse and protector, I create the worlds I wish to be a part of; the worlds I create make sense to me, and I leave up to the interpratation to every one else hoping that there will be others who identify with these worlds, to find others like myself, other wraiths and shadow walkers.

Z-day is coming, and it is the duty of the wraith to destroy all walking stiffs "viral or supernatural". We are the knights of the serpent, a fratrem serpentis, we dig deeper into history, the occult, the supernatural, not because we are rebelling against the ideal moral but to ensure that the knowledge is cataloged. To be the evil to fight an evil that lives purely to spread a pleague of death.

Riddick from the movie "the chronicles of riddick and pitch black " is a visual example of what the shadow walker strives towards.

This is one of many examples to come of philosophical psychotic defiance.

-Priest

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Journeys so deep, so dark, this void, this infernal path

breathing in deep the sulfuric air

the blinding damnation hidden deep between the coils.

Hidden within these slate stones

this forgotten time, these forgotten names.

Brethren of an ancient place

of tribes unknown, so many secrets burning within this city of disparity

a rune to their memory, a rune dedicated to mourning

Burning times coming

here, here, see this damned throne,

a throne I sit under.

A goat lord, a warriors dark deity

but alone in wait this wanderer dost seek

secrets arcane

a new tune to weep

and under the Sanguine flag I aspire

to trancend deep within the dark spire

to be the underdog to the overlord

this crooked mind

philosophies of many grave times and theories only madmen turn to in time of depravity.

Murder this world of torments and physical pain,

under this sanguine path my soul shall drain,

reaping that which vengance seeks -

the burning cross, the great pentagram branded upon my heart,

so in the instance where the hate begins to grow

the wanderer shall transform

a wolven soldier

a wraith within silent misery

I seak a truth so close to being obtained

and under that weeping willow

you will find me asleep

under the cold misty mountain’s ancient shadow,

within the void of sorrow,

a fallen creature slain.

Oh Luciferi…! this wandering soldier dost swear

I shalt walk this path

until the infernal gates open

and blessed damnation is obtained

-Priest- (August ,26, 2008)

i sit within these mortal coils,
a vessel of hate and pain
sacrifice after sacrifice,
more pain reciprocated
into the halls of the cold throne of
his infernal majesty
confusion sets within my path,
so many doors but not one key
silence is my only exit
the burning cross my weapon,
the pentagram branded upon my breast,
chained to the sensational torment of the real
but romanticizing my diabolic image,
a tyrant of burning war
the spark of electric fire shooting from my blade
the taste of death upon my palet
i seize this infernal path to glut on upon the sheep
a wolf with goat horns breathing the blasphemies of man
my dream is babylon rising
the great city of brimstone
she who is the gate way to my darkest desires,
my true form birthed through her labial gates
the citadel of sadness burdening my every step,
as i heed baphomets call
my heart a stone of fused fire and ice
stitched with hatred and bliss
where does this labyrinthine world choose to take me
as the harlequin takes my hand
to tour the canyons of sorrow
to cut my enemy's left hand
my sanguine sacrifice to the goat
who i kiss with honor and pride
and as mother-night tucks me into my graven bed
the journey continues within the kingdoms of nocturnal illusion
a lucid flight in realms beyond death,
the kingdom of shadows is where i dwell
in my world of diabolic romanticism and i the wraith,
the wandering wolf
ethereal horns of the goat glistening upon my head,
traveling to the lunar archive in the city of cold stones
to watch the child dance a blissful dance
in an illusion of fields of snowing ash
my hatred consumes me when seeing
those who take pride in disgrace
the winter moon guideing me through my brimstone world
soon babylon shall rise and all that has been said
shall birth this daemonic world
till that time i am trapped in these mortal coils
bound by pain and fueled by the hatred that drives me
in this world of the real ….
soon i shall wander the city of cold stones
and the labyrinth shall witness this disgraced world
till that time a shall be anathema to those unworthy
and a champion to the honored soldiers of baphomet
through the eyes of a Promethean
these words are write
bound in blood upon my brow
and silence shall be my key
to a kingdom that shall never be found.

how do i feed off the fires youve bleed
a hatred so deep sanguine wine so thick
shalt i cannabalise you breed you out with
my mind,cast you away like that you so righteously doid to me
my eyes the burning cross to your blissdull crusade
my mind a curse in your doorstep
my demonic rage and sardonic insanity
you where nothing till i made you
but i am higher
i am you
the way you breath the things you say
i am the pages you burn away
you thought i was gonne a curse always is there
you thought you found heaven i left you dispair
and on blackend wings i raid your emotional depravity
for it is the most bountiful treasure
and i eat your love a very hearty feast and spit back
the most blackend of hatred
if you were a church a holy place of hippocracy id burn you till you were cinders
and if you were dead.....id piss on your grave
i am the eater of bliss i am the curse upon your tounge
i am that wich you say before you said it
i reap your every enlightend moment
and at some point in your most decreped of age and i passed you as you crossed a busy street id trip you in front of a speeding truck
and i would be entertained by your pain
in my labryith of comedy and tragedy you fail and fail and never exit the suffering
i am the god of spite that watches you fall from your own self anhialation and as you walk as a cursed soul upon this rock of earth
i will see you always and never see you at all
hatred is my name of course and my blasphemys your ten commandments
thou shalt feel mr to your death and even after my pleague shall follow
and time and time again i will watch fall deeper into the abyss
and i shall shead not one tear......but dance with insane glory
and jump about i am mephistos harliquine and you ary the fly that annoys the rabbid dawg
i shall chew you up and spit you out because of your bitter taste
and when the black sun rises and you cry for help i shall turn my back
and see you smolder because i am alive and you will be crawling in desprate death
i shall set a fire so large it will be the middle finget pokeing gods own eye
and the black clouds shall fill the sky with eternal darkness and only the moon shall shine i am unstopable because i am so great i am the monster in your nightmares that keep you paranoid and awake
vengence you may call me
curse is a prefered name
i am your pleague of maddness
and yes.......i am great

PRIEST 666 /FEB 14 2008 YEAR OF THE CLOVEN HOOF /AGE OF BAPHOMET

I dreamt i was in a school but all the children were walking dead but moving speaking as if they were alive,(Maybe ghost's of my past) but in the midst of the school was a river of blood....a small child sat there stairing at me.....And i asked her if she would like to go into the water, at first she shook her head no....but then tears came from her eye's....and then she shool her head yes....and she went into this river and floated down to its ending......at the end of this river was a chasam....which i could not pass threw.....it was deep....and looked as though it was bottomless

that was what i remmember from this dream.......not sure the relavence of it?

PRIEST

there is one whom i want to remain annonymous a fallen angel many miles away,this angel i have felt a deep connection to and i have known for many years,and i would by a ring for and give her all that i have to keep her happy,but i realise that if i were to meet this person and touch here cashmere skin,and kis her velvet lips....the deep connection that i have with her would or could become corrupt,things would change,and the connection could change and a brifge that has been there an ear that never judged and a heart so pure as that of a delecate rose could be broken,so i can not meet her,the flesh can corupt,as i do love her so deeply i am afraid to loose the connection that i have with her and it could all burn down and hate could find its way in,if you are crying,please wipe your tears and understand,that my love for you is so great,and my heart so deeply connected with you that i cannot allow us to meet,so that what we have now dose not get destroyed,i have not ever ever lied to you but i feel that persueing each other may change the coarse of our interactions and a connection may be severed,you Know me,i know this,and i know you,you know that what i say is real and not fake,because this love is so deep,and i never want flesh to get in the way or anything to corrupt our silent agreement we have had for so many years,even one whom cannot truely make moral decisions as i ,must make this decission to protect what we have......i dont want things to ever change

you have the deepest love any one has ever gotten from me........



you must stay at a distance,we must protect what we have know and not let flesh ever be touched or kisses within our sacred winter kingdom evrt be embrace fore it will only leave an opening for cottuption to find its way in to that wich we have

I do love you oh my Dark Queen but we must keep things sacred as we have for many years

Hideing in my insanity so deep consumed by chaos the burning rage of the pentagram the essence of damnation unalltered,i seek to burn this cross i bear to walk the shadow path ,my path the wolf,a burning crusade

I bear no mind to a god who looks away fore i spit on the ground he walks ,i am above him,i am man a virus that which progresses past immortal eyes his phallic temples should be burnt and his word recrucifyed and the tounge wich spoke it tied in knots

The whores of christ raped and his divine monks tortured there eyes plucked to feed hungrey ravens

you say "thou shalt not" and i smite you and say in hearty heathen words..
"But i will!"

you may say i am evil and i have no moral but doest not man have the same needs as any animal?

i say i am more willing to further my experiances past that of the christian two dimensional box,I am shameless fore i care not what my fellow man thinks or assumes of me,I am the way

I am the free thinking philosopher of a new Roman empire.

I am the satanist!

PRIEST

Found two mayan reliefs......one of the jaguier god of the under world...the other of a guy making a human sacrafice....found them in an avangelic christian thrift store....both for two bucksaint that some shit....and the new wolves in the throne room album :two brothers: is fuckin sick......I also bought a book on magical alphabets.....very usefull and not that lewelyn shit wiser is a bad as publishing company...ill pay for the're books.....but ill burn lewelyn books along with my random acts of bible burning.....all apart of the recycleing un needed knowledge campaigne.......


As well ive been itching to go to a show....and the only one i actually wanted to go see ....which id rather see IN DEATH I BECOME

www.myspace.com/idib

is a doomsyndicate show....but i am not sure if thats even gonna happen...fuckin evangelics are hindering any progress to the lynchburg virginia metal scene......its fucked.....any one wanna help me burn some churches in a rebellious act to purge the fuckers....not......unfortunately an act like that will auto maticly put me in with those jihading sand niggers....anmd im quite higher on the food chain than that

christians.....do me a favor.......KILL YOURSELVES....YOU ARE WORTHLESS TRASH TAKEING UP MY AIR



ARRGGGGGG any way

D.T.F.M

PRIEST

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the realisaztion that my grandfather is gone is finally kicking in ...i still havent cried but i know tommorows funeral is going to hurt .....................i dont even want to go i dont want to think that hes gone it brakes my heart that when the last time i seen hgim he looked so terrible and that he was in so much pain.......i told him that he was going to live forever and that if he eat somthing he would get better ........even though i wasnt that close to him i hate that i didnt go see him one last time i know he dosent feel pain any more but it aint right that the cancer took him i knew he was going to go but i didnt want to believe it and the realization that he has passed even though it was in his sleep he shouldnt have gone he should have fuckin eat more he he would have gotten bettermaybe if i would have gone to see him more he would have had more hope he would have had the streangth to keep going ........................he loked so bad ........he had given up and i could see the pain in his eyes


he should have fuckin eatin



he was a good man hard workin

ill miss him.....ill hate the pain and sorrow when i go to the funeral tomrrow but ill have my sisters and my buddy mogan there for me

im haveing a hard time admitting that hes gone

but i know he is .....and i hope he makes it safely to the fields of allysium..........where he will have peace

as i was browseing today i found a pretty cool game called Dark throne

and if any of you readers want to check it out heres the link

http://beta2.darkthrone.com/recruit.dt?uid=V30243B30362Y30243X30277V30345H30294T30294

its free to join and its an mmorpg......Browser based nothing fancy,but entertaining


SEE YOU ON THE BATTLEFIELD

FOR THE HOARDS.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HAIL WOTAN,HAIL BAPHOMET

Tuesday January 08 2008

My granpa died today......kinda sucks...he had cancer and chemo wasnt working and he was suffering he died this morning in his sleep...painlessly, where for weeks all he had was pain,


Im happy he went in his sleep where there was no pain,but i am upset that hes gone.


Rest well Grandpa Mens


See ya on the other side


Sorry i wasnt online the Internet got shut off last night but its been turned back on


Ill be floatin

Well today im hopeing is going to be a good day ,I am going to finish getting the rest of my things at the previous place i was liveing...which i put off for two days.....And tonight theres supposed to be a local BDSM get together, A gathering of kink freaks....lol.....the world is soon to be Satans.....just have to Burn some churches,crucify some priests,and rape a few nuns....but ya the Bdsm thing is going to be intresting i think......hopefully ill be able to learn some things and im sure ill meet a couple new aquaintences.......but ya....in other news i hope my buddy shanens doing well.....ive been either busy or reclousive,and i need to go and see him ...im his only friend and hes in the Hospital with pneumonia,he went into the icu....he was pretty bad.....so i might go see him also...and plus i miss hangin out with him......


but ya......more tommorow....or later

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