Blood Moon; Harness its magickal power with human sacrifice…

blood moonWith the upcoming Blood Moon on April 14th/15th, how many people into magick and paganism realize that its power can be harnessed to win mega millions on lotteries?

I will soon be worth £1 Billion (UK pounds) – which means my experiments on the human race can begin…

Another 18 months and our accountant says I’ll be worth a billion UK pounds. Not really a big deal. Money and wealth are pretty meaningless to me. Cash is nice, but I can take it or leave it.

Still, one big bonus of being worth a billion will be I can have some real fun. I will be able to begin my experiments on the human race.

Beyonce’s feminist stance born of vanity and ego-based thinking Beyonce Endorses Sexual Freedom for All: “Men Are Free and Women Are Not”

The 32-year-old singer told OUT Magazine for May’s cover story:

“There is unbelievable power in ownership, and women should own their sexuality. There is a double standard when it comes to sexuality that still persists. Men are free and women are not. That is crazy. The old lessons of submissiveness and fragility made us victims. Women are so much more than that. You can be a businesswoman, a mother, an artist, and a feminist – whatever you want to be – and still be a sexual being. It’s not mutually exclusive.”

PR expert Tim Pendry, commenting on Facebook, said:

“I am not sure what planet Beyonce lives on but I don’t see many sexually free men around…”

Wu-Tang Clan one-off album hugely innovative marketing move – a game changer!

Via The Guardian:

Wu-Tang ClanThe above story is hugely important from a business, marketing and economic perspective, and it can be applied to other forms of entertainment, not just music. It concerns Influential hip-hop collective Wu Tang Clan who are releasing ONE copy of their upcoming album Once Upon A Time In Shaolin – offers of $5M for it.

This is brilliant marketing. Changes the game.

Babymetal – the future of death metal and the crash city metropolis blues…

So you’re sitting in a bar in some crash-city metropolois, post virtual reality blues churning wretched visions across your visual cortex. You feeling burned and cindered out, little left to cling to, nothing left to believe in. And seems like your spirits will never lift from the debilitating bleakness…

How to get empty?

How to get empty, that’s the question. Camera pans onto house, into rooms, then to the writer’s desk… Desk has lamp, guitar slide, Mac laptop, Posca pens, drawing stuff, paint, spray cans, 8-track recorder, power supplies, a shrunken head… endless stuff.

That’s just the desk.