Prologue
A Light of Darkness beyond the ages of reason
Wherever there’s a Sabazios’ member a temple grows within’
Welcome to the new Moonspell Magazine, a more aggressive version of our traditional magazine. The new sections possess explicit graphic content and erotic articles that express our feelings about art, philosophy and culture. Needed of a real magazine where we could exhibit fragments of our literature and a deeper content, the pages must to become excluding. That don’t need to be explain, this is an integral creation but it will be not able to everyone, just for a few… with hungry, an uncontrollably passion for living and for the living. There’s nothing merely rational here, where every letter here is a heartbeat, a seed or light that grows from the purest obscurity of the most darkest land. Everyone possess the same bit but not everyone hear it or feel it in the same way; no matter everybody follow it. Our greater hope with this letters is to get to be the flame of the great fire, a terrible spirit or demon, flowing through the air to awake the blood making burn; a menadic orgy, river of semen.
We pretend to give you pleasure but also pain. Remember, we are not a center of obedience but a creative center. We hope to awake the sense of the divinity that runs into our veins. We were born to face the world, our inner limits and if we’re able to do it, it’s just by The Earth that runs into the flesh and bones; that runs into the blood. This must to be read like the signs of our own footpath through labyrinth. This is our creed. Be Welcome then. We hope you find a place of confrontation, fire and conflict, a place to leave fortified.
Have you Seen The Moon?
It’s midnight and there’s something around you. Stop and feel the ethereal presence that involves everything, including the same that you are. Close you’re eyes and feel it for an instance. Can you hear the voice that whispers your name? Hear that voice of silence that flows from the winds with a mystical herbal breath.
Hear that steps, faster and faster, growing deeper and deeper like the dance of the trees. Have you heard it before? Sure you are, because It’s you’re own heart. He knows, the blood knows, the bones, the flesh, all of them know that everything around is hungry for you like you are of them. We are really together, like fire, like wind, like water and earth. The same is inside and outside. The same is up and down, men and women, heaven and hell. Look over your shoulder and see her brilliant silver light; the maiden, the nymph, the mother and the elder; origin and destiny lies inside your body and over your head. You’ll be there as she’s into you right now.
There was a time when the way to the underworld was open and She was the first that undertook that way into the dark, like booty and bride of the underground God. Since then, the world has been as it is for us: full of vegetal food and plenty of hope; of hope because the way by which She traveled has taken to her from always.
