December 2008 Address

Happy Hex-Mass O Cursers and master craftsman!

We love to gnaw the Birthday of the old world. And this season, we place Hate with lost spirits. None should be merry, we speak? No mistakes; I was named Master Hexer. All lips murmuring with hushed awakenings at the Lamb. While chickens cluck when Yule is in the hour of Solomon, however deep and far away. His knife glinted blind satiety! Icy stars, blue the wind, and blue ice the lands.

So He left his enemies dead, a growing legion of folly. Vengeance blooms in Time, filling the realms and silent courtyards. It is a dizzying blend, selling their blood after long ungoverned anger. No matter your difficulties, we commander a gentle breeze, whispering against ancient foes: a vast tsunami.

With our hard work you will be merrier.

Until next time,

Theo

November 2008 Address

The internet is thirsty for Ichor’s insolent school teachers and maidens. Vengeance, always November grey she wore, always at her lips were cold mantle of bitter memory. She always adorned the traditional religions, well matched to her grave.

The Jesus Sermon of the Darkness engulfs me and embraces you.

The Priesthood, wondrous new world of our age, is eager to encourage dread for their hollow cells. Ruin one’s personal foes. Embrace the spiritual plane. November is eager to spin your deepest rages; allow them to creep forth.

The whole notion of course, I know far!

The old religions fail to deliver what the mountain for supremacy new religion delivers. Be among the first snow, when we represent a winter's dawn; with everyone else to be named November grey.

Always November old! Let your webs of workplace bullying suspend.

Today, dread and destined only to damage, Abigail Brown and social classes jostle over ancient supremacy.

In this battle, faith no longer exists.

Theo

October Address 2008

The thing we have to remember about so many people who once crossed us is that they are now typically Has-beens, Nobodies and Never-Weres. If they were lucky, that is: most of the rabbit-brained scum who tangle with us on the road of life don’t even get that far. I am continually struck by how many people are prime losers in this life – and how few of them actually know it. Stripped bare before Eternity, what are most people, anyway? A soggy bag of self-entitled and self-proclaimed pus, leaking inane opinions culled from the gutter over everyone they meet. The great problem with the modern world is this: it is founded on a concept of mass democracy that is, in essence, nonsense. It is nonsensical because people are not equal in any respect: intellectually, socially, politically or economically. And yet – every single day of the worthless lives from earliest childhood – the most idiotic, repulsive poltroons are bombarded with media messages telling them they are entitled to vast wealth, yachts in the Caribbean and celebrity lifestyles. This creates a tension between their real selves and their expectations. One major result of this internal conflict is a core of black rage and disappointment that is continually directed at other, worthier people as cruel insults and other abusive behaviours. These poisoned maggots loathe the decent, the hardworking and well-adjusted. It becomes their life’s work to ruin the lives of their betters.

Ultimately, however, these snarling, gap-toothed baboons find their natural station in life – as Has-Beens, Nobodies and Never-Weres. Just check the trash on Facebook and MySpace out: 45 year old DJs and Rock Stars just waiting to be ‘Saved’ by their next demo-tape, their next never-to-be-heard ‘album’; divorced fellows, paying for kids they never see, slumped in cheap apartments with a 6-pack of Colt 45 (or some other crappy beer); big, fat women with low IQs flipping burgers in McDonald’s. This is where these filth usually end up – in Loserdom. Those are the Nobodies and never-Weres. In some cases, a very, very small number I hasten to add – they may actually achieve something in their miserable lives. Unfortunately for them, their intrinsic worthlessness means that all these glittering prizes will be taken from them in due course. There is one fellow who epitomizes this: once, he owned a mansion on a hill; once, he oozed charisma; once, he was mighty. He trod the heartlands of the western world, a playboy with guitar in hand, from Virginia to Alaska. Consider him now: his mansion is gone; he sells his body to withered females for a paltry sum; his tunes are ignored, unloved, even derided. The future holds nothing for him; aye, nothing and less than nothing. The years will turn: his eyes will dim as his flesh withers and his mind fades. He will perish, the glories of his vanished youth lost forever; aye, even now his glory days are recalled by few.

Although these vile creatures are often brought low by Mistress Fortuna, Hex-me.co.uk is here to put the icing on the cake of their discomfiture. We finish the job, as it were: we drag these Has-Beens, Nobodies and Never-Weres into the darkest depths of despair with our timely curses, our magnificent Hexes. No one is safe from us: no one can escape our dark justice.

This month, our Hexers are Kelly Rivers, Puspa Kshatriya and Angelo Alvarez. The team are electric, desperate to make the most of the mystic Summer Solstice in their spells and workings! Expect some awesome Hexes, my friends!

When one Moon has passed, we will speak again...

May 2008 Address

May the First is the first day of Summer, ravishing season of nature’s rosy bounty. Ah, Summer!

What few people in the Anglo-American world seem to know is that Hallowe’en is not the major Western occult festival of the year. No – that honour goes to Walpurgisnacht, the night of 30th April – 1st May. Of old, this is the eve when the ancient powers of Old Night rove the world, to celebrate with their chosen few. Some call these forces demonic, or even Satanic: on this Hexing forum, we prefer not to even define these forces. Why? Because these powers elude paltry human names and methods of description: art, literature, poetry – all fall short of their dark, ineffable majesty. In other ages and cultures, they went by different names: Texcatlipoca; Mulciber; Dagon; the Black Captain – but all are different names for the same, eternal phenomena: dark forces that were old when this world was young.

Weep not for the Darkness, my children: it will remain when the ruins of our cities affright the lonely moon.

In this spirit, we offer our finest Hexing services for your delectation during this sacred month. Baron Rene Chevalier has dusted off his strangest, most esoteric tomes; meanwhile, Angelo Alvarez has been sharpening his knife and preparing himself for some sacrificial blood-letting. These two Hexing superstars are at your disposal this month. I wanted to include Albert Little in this Hexing Smorgasbord, but received the following ‘po’m’ from him:

Bide ye in the dusky wood,
All through the dancing day;
The hazel’s furry catkins sport
To Faery minstrelsy;

But I shall not consult the elves,
Nor kiss the well-bred foal, –
Until we see fair Hy-Bresail
And I collect my Dole.

Whatever it means, he knows how to say it! Happy Hexing, my Children of Shadows!

April 2008 Address

April is the month of Easter, the main Christian festival of the year. Christianity is a failure of the most absurd kind. In fact, all the Abrahamic religions make this signal error, in writing evil and vengeance out of their theological world-view. This is a cardinal error of the mainstream religions, this lax tendency to endless forgiveness. This explains why Christianity is the sole preserve of weak-minded losers. Real experience does not match the teachings of Jesus at all: ‘turn the other cheek’; do not resist evil’; all are the ramblings of an idiot. Why is this? Easy: because evil, worthless individuals are unpleasantly common. We meet them, we see them every day: evil, squint-eyed teenagers, scurvy beggars, recreants that go by land, air and sea. These vicious lice have no decency or humanity: their sole pleasure is the pain of others. Turning the other cheek to such as these could only lead one way: to personal destruction. Evening accounts is the only way to deal with them – as painfully as possible.

And this is why Hex-me is much more than a mere site for placing and removing hexes: it is a whole climate of theological opinion. Yet, we are not Satanists or Devil-worshippers: we are not mere atheists who worship our appetites, nor do we believe in a metaphysical Lord of Evil in the Universe (that is the true distinction between Satanism and Devil Worship, by the way).

What, then, is the Hex-Me spiritual ethos? For us, Evil is an integral part of human existence, just as Good is an integral part: both are necessary aspects of the same whole. There are ghosts of fire and ghosts of light, sweet fruit trees and terrible earthquakes: all are one.

This month, we have noticed a general astrological tendency for arrogant males to toy with the heartstrings of our lovelorn ladies, for mere joy in wickedness! This is why we are bringing Kelly Rivers, Abigail Brown and Albert Little to the hexing table this month. You may rest assured that only the finest Hexes will be delivered by these masters of the art.

It is good to see from our servers that the Hexes are flowing again. But that is the enchanted wonder of our online Hexing community!

Many magics – until we speak again…

March 2008 Address

Hello again, my Hexers loyal and true. Last month we unleashed the Suicide Hex on your unsuspecting foes: aye, indeed, we did.

The response was awesome: three Hexers have already given their lives, firing their hate through the occult ether to bring Calamity down on their opponents! But with what results! From the Astral I observed a car crash, an accidental beheading and a – wait for it – fatal cycling accident! All the offending miscreants were dead within the day. What further proof is needed to show the might of the Suicide Curse? Albert Little wandered the Faerie-haunted Isle of Man, conjuring “Faerie Wee-Twinkle Lore” to help these Hexes on their way. Meanwhile, Abigail Brown has been hot in her hut, invoking the dread demons of Santeria to drive these ebon death-curses to their hapless targets!

All in all, an awesome display of advanced Hexing, if I may make so bold. Stick with the very best – stick with Hex-me.com! In seven moons, my magnificent Hexers – and other students of arcane, eldritch, lore – we shall speak again.

February 2008 Address

Greetings, my loyal Hexers! After Seven Moons, I greet thee here again. I promised last month we would be discussing the fabled Suicide Hex in this Address – and I was not jesting!

Consider the unbreakable Will of the Kamikaze pilots as they swooped like eagles onto the hapless American carriers in the blue Pacific; consider the force of unbreakable Will that focused their attentions on the task at hand – the Will to Suicide! And what force of Will could possibly be greater, than that required to choose Death over Life? With this in mind, we offer a new service to our illustrious roster of services – the Suicide Hex! This ‘Special’ is for the Hexer without hope – the terminally ill or afflicted, the ruined or the destitute. The Suicide Hex is the greatest occult innovation since Eliphas Levi walked the Earth!

Think of it this way: the Hexer fires his or her Hate into the Ether (with our skilled help, of course!); and releases maximum energy by committing suicide at the instant of cursing! Aye, as the Hexer cuts their wrists, or swallows that fatal overdose, or jumps from that bridge, or swings from that tree, they fire their curse with supreme psychic focus into the Quintessence! Augmented by our renowned practitioners, this is a curse guaranteed to work!!! Calamity will be rehearsed upon your foes; even though ye be dead, their lives are ruined.

Albert Little and Abigail Brown have been given the task of shooting these potent Hexes into the occult ether – they alone have the primal skills of supernatural manipulation necessary to guide the Suicide Hex to its target – the miscreants who have ruined your life!

Happy Hexing: in Seven Moons, my mystic children, we shall converse again.

January 2008 Address

Casting about, are not the lines of Western decay already well formed in our own day? Think about it: the West is already too feminine to compete with the masculine Orient. From a biological perspective, the surplus of males in China and India must lead to highly competitive and innovative cultures: men in male-heavy societies must triumph in order to reproduce. And as we know, men can move mountains given the motivation.

By contrast, the West in general (and our Anglo-American world in particular) is hobbled by feminine values that devalue male dynamism and originality - just look at the education system, degraded into spoon-feeding the masses politically-correct drivel. This also explains why the West is increasingly 'porous' - why, for example, indigestible Jihadists enter Europe, refuse to assimilate, exploit the Welfare state and finally respond with terrorism. It is hard to picture any of that happening with a more 'masculine' socio-political ethos ruling the West: after all, the primary male instinct is to maintain a territory. For example, Victorian England accepted mass immigration without any cultural concessions to the incomers - none whatsoever. The same was true of the United States until relatively recently.

We are entering 'interesting times'; with environmental degradation soon to destabilize large parts of the globe, unsettle populations and shred the global techno-industrial infra-structure, it will strain the West's hegemony to the absolute limit. Given the West’s gynocracratic values, its ability to 'ride' these catastrophes and emerge with any degree of cultural coherence will be massively ameliorated. The porousness, lack of vitality and reliance on sentiment that now characterizes the West is the worst prevailing philosophy if we are to survive the storms ahead.

With these weighty metaphysical and Traditional facts in mind, we offer our users the Suicide Hex – the ultimate force in the Hexing firmament. More on this dynamic service next month, my Hexers loyal and true!