The book is a collection of reprints of several recruitment pamphlets issued by an underground musical/spiritual cult known as the "Cloak Of Nazili" in the early 1970's - complete lyrics with full color plates of original artwork by PS Perkins.
This edition serves as the minerval guide to the Cloak, a mere introduction to the the world of and beyond the confines of one of the world's most underground, elusive and bizarre hermetic cults. A basic cosmogony and foundation of the surface mythology is cryptically laid out for eager believers and bold adventurers alike. A fusion of reality and fantasy, a "megafictional" blend of myth and fact that at once seeks to explain not only our current place and predicament as a species, but how we got here, and where we might be headed.
What secrets will the next installment hold?
What new strange and esoteric truths are waiting to be revealed?
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The Shining One searches for the seat of the soul
through the practice of necromancy.
lyrics
Wandering around in the wilderness,
Wondering when I’d fall off the edge
Watching as the goat slips and trips over the ledge
Besides the bloody bones, there was nothing that remained
Oh…landing on a landslide, insects, we slip and slide
Wondering around in the land of the lost,
Watching as the highlander Searches in vain,
With a subtle psycho-pathetic black candor
He seemed to have lost something at great cost
So he slaughtered a lamb
And cutting up the cadaver,
He took a shower in the falls
Wandering around in the wilderness,
Through the eyes of a necromancer
As he digs up the remains of a long-passed ancestor
Skull, spine and hips, thigh bones and ribs
were all that remained
Landing on a landslide, like insects we slip and slide
He crushed up the bones
And mixed them with the soil left of the flesh
And with his blood, and that of the lamb
And of the mountain goat
He was flying full of fire, spitting sparks, ever higher
Spinning on the threshold of the heavenly desire
As he gazes out over the grasses
The stars form a picture,
his light begins to flicker
As he soars up over the tower
Poles, charged with power
And sparks like stars in showers
He moves inside you, hunting you down
A Multimedia Puzzle-Story Of An Immortal Being's Struggle To Define And Exert Their Will Upon A Wholly Deterministic And Ambivalent Multiverse, And The Strange Cult Who Loves Them.
From harpist Sarah Pagé comes an album that feels like a fairy tale, full of mystic beauty and gentle, fluttering melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 1, 2023