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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While visiting a Gypsy fortune teller, the Shining One receives an
ominous vision of future catastrophe befalling mankind which he hopes to somehow prevent.
All you fallen down spirits
Come rise from your stoned over graves
Come dance with the firelight
As it flickers on the walls of my cave
Stone grown to bone intone
Simulacra whose shadows disconnect
Draw breath and draw pause
To the laws of cause and effect
Nothing can breathe in this air
Statues of lovers
Whose eyes remain locked in a stare
Something is coming I can smell it on the breeze
Something which frightens the animal in me
Shot through the heart with your poison tipped arrows
And the eyes of the eagle are fixed on the sparrow
Burning the maps and connections
To lands long forgot
All the loose ends
To be swept up and tied in a knot
Oceans of causes
Which ripple and steadily swell
All of us captured, enraptured
Still under the spell
Nothing can grow in this soil
Earth has been salted
And yet we unceasingly toil
Something is coming I can hear it in the night
Stalking in the shadows with its eyes glowing bright
Sewn into our comforts we do as we please
Treating the symptoms, ignoring the disease