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saguarosorceress · 2 years
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hi again- I’ve spent the last year studying & doing shadow work in order to emerge as a fully fledged practitioner.
I am eternally grateful to King Belial for His enduring love and guidance as my Daemonic Patron. The lessons i’ve learned since pledging myself to His path have profoundly improved and shaped me as a person, practitioner and artist.
I have firmly committed myself to the Goetic Demonolatry path. I plan to continue with my film photography with a focus on Demonolatry, as well as offer tarot readings and spellwork.
The most important thing is I am working on an online resource specifically for Goetic Demonolaters to learn and grow in their craft. In the meantime, I will post Goetic Demonolatry info here on my Tumblr for you to use.
Many exciting things coming soon… 🩸🖤
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roadtripcores · 3 years
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"wanderer's ache"
uquiz / tumblr / Source Decay - The Mountain Goats / blackpalm / Wanderlust - Frank Turner / me / deadman-suggestions / realmofdrifting / Nashville Tennessee - Frank Turner / rottenfishbabe
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saguarosorceress · 3 years
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fever dreams in the backwoods (35mm & 40mm)
shot by chiara crestani (@mortis.nox)
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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the gods have become unhappy with us,
the crops have long been failed
to appease their rage, my only hope
was to put my soul up for sale.
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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carressed by burns from the devil’s sun,
an enternal inferno you’ll never outrun.
- chiara crestani 2020
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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i called to you across the dunes
your echoes came back, you’d be here soon
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saguarosorceress · 3 years
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a million years i have wandered these wastes
i’ve watched every flower grow into decay
sat under the skies and begged for the rains
no deliverance comes, but still i wait.
it seems it’s been years i have been in this place
where every step closer takes me further away
cursing the skies for the lot i’ve obtained
it’s never enough, i can’t make them stay.
you see, it’s been years i have dwelt in the wastes
and all that i’ve seen still serves me today
alone i was born, alone i must play
i’ve wandered for years, still nothing has changed.
but these are the things i will take to my grave -
all that is beautiful eventually breaks
like the paint upon buildings, everything fades
whether people or plaster, they all flake away.
- chiara crestani 2020 {instagram}
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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perhaps the sign had told me what i already knew
down this forsaken highway, only death ensues
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saguarosorceress · 3 years
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after almost two years of running a desert / rural American gothic and witchy blog i finally found the perfect username for my aesthetic… it was heavily inspired by Sorceress by Opeth which you can listen to here, it’s also included in my Desert Gothic Playlist 🖤
more desert witch aesthetic posts will be going up tonight & i have set to recording my first mixtape of songs so i eventually will be uploading that to Soundcloud. :)
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saguarosorceress · 3 years
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my instagram
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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Desert Gothic Playlist
my mental image of “desert gothic” has always been largely inspired by music i listen to that i feel fits the vibe of desolation and wandering the cusp of evil in a relentless march to death. I’ve compiled a playlist of some of these songs in case anyone wanted to listen. There’s a variety of genres on here, but each song fits the overarching theme. I’m always adding new songs to this playlist, so there will be more tunes added on a regular basis 😊
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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the blood we’ve spilt has spoiled the dirt
the crops are dying, the fruit they bore was cursed
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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I was walking to a friend’s house when I passed this strange, abandoned residence several blocks away. I was drawn off the road, towards the wrought-iron gate. Something about this place felt inexplicably uneasy, and it certainly stood out among the rows of American craftsman homes that openly embraced the curbside. This large colonial house appeared to be a remnant of a past age of architecture, the only one of its kind remaining in the neighborhood, and that alone compelled me closer. The pull from this place was almost magnetic, beckoning me to uncover its secrets.
The first thing I noticed was the flowers behind the gates in full bloom despite the absence of a soul around to care for them. Wildflowers do grow commonly in my area, but these bulbs were not wild - they were planted long ago, and showed signs of being cared for ever since, while the house did not. The juxtaposition of large, colorful blooms with the crumbling facade of an aging manor had an eerie beauty to it. I tried to open the gate to get a closer look, but it was bolted shut. It was then that I noticed the signs, hastily scribbled on boards of plywood and left propped against the collapsing retaining wall. The large spraypainted messages served as an ominous warning to passersby like myself: “PRIVATE PROPERTY - KEEP OUT” and “NO TRESPASSING”. I couldn’t help but wonder whose property this was, as it was so clearly uninhabited. I decided to take some pictures of the property and come back later to explore some more.
To ensure the gate was actually locked, i tried shaking it to see if it would open. While I was doing this, a car driving by on the road slowed down to watch me. They rolled down their window and I saw two guys not much older than myself looking at the house with suspicion. Before I could process the situation, the driver rolled down his window and shouted at me “that house is HAUNTED!” before slamming on the accelerator and peeling away, giving me no chance to ask questions. I almost laughed because it seemed like something out of a movie, but I couldn’t help but wonder if they spoke from experience. Something deep inside me was screaming at me to investigate further. However, as I had somewhere to be, I left the area hastily. Perhaps the guys in the car thought their warning would scare me away from the house, and perhaps I should pay their warning some heed. But ever since that day, I keep finding myself compelled to go back to this house and find out what really lies behind the iron gate...
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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i see no sanity in my reflection
ascending to a different dimension
ig: realmofdrifting
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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passing places with fleeting faces
ig: realmofdrifting
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saguarosorceress · 4 years
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on the wind I heard the screams reverberating through the valley my bones bleached brittle by the sun, decaying where you found me 
 instagram @realmofdrifting for more of my photography
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