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Proxeeus – Forbidden Horrors

I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic. I’ll tell you something of the forbidden horrors she led me into, something of the age-old horrors that even now are festering in out-of-the-way corners with a few monstrous priests to keep them alive.

Proxeeus – Half-Dead Stars

The human race will disappear. Other races will appear and disappear in turn. The sky will become icy and void, pierced by the feeble light of half-dead stars. Which will also disappear. Everything will disappear. And what human beings do is just as free of sense as the free motion of elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, feelings? Pure victorian fictions. Only egotism exists.

Proxeeus – Artificial Conformity

If religion were true, its followers would not try to bludgeon their young into an artificial conformity, but would merely insist on their unbending quest for truth, irrespective of artificial backgrounds or practical consequences. With such an honest and inflexible openness to evidence, they could not fail to receive any real truth which might be manifesting itself around them. The fact that religionists do not follow this honourable course, but cheat at their game by invoking juvenile quasi-hypnosis, is enough to destroy their pretensions in my eyes even if their absurdity were not manifest in every other direction.

Proxeeus – Shub-Niggurath

The black goat of the woods with a thousand young. The strangest and maddest of myths are often merely symbols or allegories based upon truth.

Proxeeus – Perversion and Insanity

Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion and insanity.

Proxeeus – A Mockery of Diabolism

The increasing thunder must have affected my dreams, for in the brief time I slept there came to me apocalyptic visions. I awoke to red madness and the mockery of diabolism.

Kinesis – Reminiscence

You’re going on a journey. A journey through memory. Your destination? A place and time you’ve been before. To reach it, all you have to do is follow my voice.