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I did not wish to write this entry, but the clerics here said it's a good idea, to help me let go of falsehoods. I don’t know what that could be but it does not sound appealing.

A terrible thing has occurred. The worst thing that could have happened, in my view. My soul is in grave peril. In my blind curiosity, coupled with my desire to attract an Arkati, I foolishly and impulsively, prayed to the soul-eater on accident. There are no words to express the regret I feel for what then happened, and has happened since then.

I am sure I am cursed now. The dark thoughts that creep into my mind, while I lay in my bed at night, are not only my imagination, they are a clot in my soul. The divine or celestial sign I sought, to make my destiny known, finally manifested as one of pure blind hatred towards me. Not only does my mysterious Arkati not see me, the ones who do see me,hate me.

One of the teachers told me, they've seen far, far worse amongst the younger grades, and from one of the old clerical families of Ta’Vaalor, they had to break up a cult of teenage V'tullians who were trying to sacrifice their sister for favor, in order to gain entry into a prestigious military teacher's class. I didn't go that far, but knowing the fact that there are far worse than I doesn't seem to help much.

      I will try to explain how it happened, so that other students do not make the damning mistake I did. I was resting in the park in Vaalor, where all the cunning women sit in order to work their herbalism, and empathic magicks. I had a problem with my arm, but it was all scarred up from the magickal herbs I had eaten out in the field, so that the empaths couldn’t do anything about it. One of the ladies at the park felt sorry for me, so she gave me some of her healing herbs, which are quite rare, so that I might regain the use of my arm.  So I sat there watching my arm heal, watching the people go by, wondering if I should go to the temple and pray. I was feeling especially anxious about my lack of a divine patron.

     I noticed a kindred folk walk up to one of the empaths, he stuck out because he was dark skinned, like the Faendryl I hear tell of and have seen pictures in books, I couldn’t tell if he was or not. He was wearing the symbol of a little green snake on a bronze medallion.  

     In my family, we know Luukos as the soul-eater, I don’t have any illusions about that. My mother says his purpose is to teach us respect, and, to punish the evildoers. My father doesn’t agree, says Luukos is a moron, yes, a moron, an Arkati gone mad. He prays to Jaston, because, he says, “At least he’s one of us.” and “The Lady is too busy we needn’t bother her with our grievances.”, meaning, our mother, Imaera. Neither will speak any more about it, lest a quarrel ignite.

     I greeted him, because my curiosity forsook me, and I wanted to ask him about the symbol he was wearing. I’d heard about the folk who worship the soul-eater, but I’d never seen one myself. He turned and looked at me and I felt a heat in my chest, like someone had stuck a hot chunk of food in there, like when you take too big a bite of something and it doesn’t go down right all the way. That’s the best way I can describe it. I don’t know what it was.

    I immediately thought the cursed prayer, that I would never say aloud to anyone in Vaalor,  “Lord Luukos please send me a sign that you want me to work for you if this is the sign you have sent me.” After all the dark skinned elf had appeared right after my arm was being healed up. I don’t even know what made me pray such a silly thing, whether it was my own daft brain or something else, but it worked immediately. The most dreadful thing occurred: the lady who had been so kind to me dropped dead within a second after the thought crossed my mind.

     My heart leapt into my throat and I nearly fainted from terror. I thought theywere all looking at me, it felt like, and I screamed “Oh no, I’ve killed her!”. They all immediately denied it. But how could they know? The ghost of the lady reasoned it was her own fault, for taking too much blood loss, by healing too quickly, but I knew better. It was Luukos answering my prayer in a cruel way, making her forget herself or something.

     I turned and ran, though I don’t care to admit it. I ran all the way back to Koar’s altar and prayed there for an hour before heading home. At religion class the next day, the master noticed me all red-eyed from the night before and had me stay after to talk. I didn’t want to tell him what had happened but I didn’t know what else to do.

     He was put off by what I had done, I could tell, but he didn’t say so, he just told me to stop praying to Luukos and focus on my studies. It didn’t help that I argued with him and said that I *don’t* pray to Luukos, not *normally* anyways. He also thought it would be a good idea to separate me from the class for a while, so I’m being sent away, with a more senior class of students, on a field trip to Solhaven.

     This is to be considered a punishment I suppose - the cleric guild requires students to have familiarity with at least one foreign city to get experience travelling for battles, they teach us to march for weeks on end, and then to take the edge off  they go somewhere that’s supposed to be fun -  but not very many Vaalorians wish to go to Solhaven, or any of the Western cities. The thing is, the Cleric’s Guild isn’t run by the Vaalorians completely, they have their own administration, so they do have some trips that run there, though not as often as in other cities. That does create problems for visiting clerics, who need to return home, as it’s a dangerous trip and one can’t go alone unless they are very heroic. So they end up staying for months waiting for the roster to fill up, and then it’s about a few week’s trek to Solhaven. Young guildies get punished by being sent off for a stay.

     The older students know how to march, and use their spells, and I don’t, but I’ve been assured by the head ranger that he won’t leave me behind. Besides I’ve trekked along on many a fast paced hunt back home so I think I will have no trouble keeping up.

     I’ve also been told to join the Order of Voln. I went to see the grandmaster and he was very kind to me. The acolytes gave me a schedule and told me to see them again after I'd attended a few hunts. That spooked me. I haven't been brave enough to go on the hunts to the graveyard. I’m not required to go undead hunting until next year, anyways. I’m very worried about it. I feel as though I’ve been cursed by Luukos and now that I’m tainted no Arkati will lend me their aid.

Such is the lot of a sylvan who dares leave the woods. I’ll be fine. I’m too exhausted right now from the nightmares and sleeplessness to be excited about Solhaven - they are rumored to have some of the finest temples in the world, funded by the human emperors and empresses. They even have temples to the Lords of Lornon. The master here says, “They foolishly believe that building elaborate temples to the dark Arkati will slate their unconscientious blood-letting and disobedience to Koar. Well, time has proven that that isn’t the case, it only makes things worse.”

     I don’t know about all of that, but I for one will be especially glad to get some fresh seafood instead of the pickled and dried stuff available here - the fresh fish is too expensive around here. I can live on manna bread, but it will be good to have some affordable food around for once.

    Speaking of manna bread, I try and try and woefully keep producing these terrible little seeds covered in a mixture of sweet and pepper. They’re really awful. I found a dwarf who liked them but you know how they are. I have prayed to Koar to grant me the ability to make just plain manna bread, so I might do something right at least.  All the other students in my class can make perfect white loaves. The teacher went ahead and passed me since the seeds seem to be manna-infused sufficiently , but it was very embarrassing. They all think I’m backwards and shabby.

I will try to calm the dark cloud cast over my life right now and look forward to seeing the splendorous temples and the famous markets of Vornavis.Perhaps I'll even find the favor of an Arkati there. One can always hope. If all else fails I can always move back to the forest, but I would hate that.

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It’s spring and I’ve been here in Ta’Vaalor for a few months now. Everyday, I go to the temple for a few hours to meditate and listen for a voice or a sign from the gods that I am to become their student. The temple itself is beautiful. It isn’t true what they say about Ta’Vaalorians, they’re aloof and serious sometimes, but they mean well, and they’ve got their own style of fun to be had. The thought of the thick city walls between me and the haunted graveyard outside that’s rumored to be full of cursed undead is a very nice thought when I’m tucked away at night. I stay in a nice little room for theology students by the cleric’s guild down the way, so it’s very close, which is convenient. 

The temple itself is breathtaking, and ancient. The gods outside are beautiful as well, and handsome, and a feeling of immensity of power and grandeur surges over one caught up in the holiness of the perfection of art. The cleric’s shop has an amazing and huge golden drake statue and I found a little crystal drake necklace there. If you’re in Ta’Vaalor that shop is a must see, they have just about everything relating to drakes and all of the Liabo Arkati. 

Outside the temple, the statues of Koar and Eonak remind me of my uncles a bit, stoic, busy, all-knowing, and responsible. Kai reminds me of my brothers. I did a little combat training with a fellow journeyman, not sure what he does actually, but his name is Ravicta. He suggested I study up on Kai. I had somehow forgotten from my studies that Kai is known for his brawling skills, and I’ve trained for it as I’m damned good at wrestling, especially when I’m beating up on my bigger sisters. If I ever make it through my journeyman hood I’ll be able to afford a Hammer of Kai perhaps. The crown will let me repay my seminary scholarship as long as I spend a year tending to the dead in Ta’Vaalor after I pass my testing. 

I do miss my family but I’m truly exhilarated to be following my calling. The boredom at home was stifling me, nothing but hunting for the winter larder and sometimes watching my father make potions and elderberry wine. That’s not for me. I’ll value them more when I go back and visit, as I plan to each summer. Here all of my studies come to life, and I’m surrounded by other people my age who want to be a part of the world. 

The girl I share the student room with is also a cleric, as are most of the residents in the dormitories. The man down the hall is not young, he’s an old Vaalorian but he got me a job in the catacombs helping out the city clear the rodent problem down there in those ancient underground passages. It’s not at all like hunting in the woods and I could really use a good ratter hound to pull the wretches out of the holes they manage to scamper into. Haven't gone too deep into the catacombs but I already discovered some very peculiar things. Old carvings and other graphics on the walls. Seems the young ones wander down here every now and then because I hear children’s voices in the distance laughing. 

Since I’ve started meditating at the temple I haven't received any signs nor visions indicating the Arkati have accepted me, but I feel accepted being there, if that makes sense…. as if they are indifferent to my case but still responsible for me. It’s not exactly what I hoped for coming to Ta’Vaalor, although I am very lucky of course and very grateful to my patrons, the lack of an Arkati weighs on me. Worse, every time I go to the religion class they make us announce our Arkati. Most of the students here are Vaalorians training to be combat support for the military. On occasion, when the teacher leaves the room for an emergency or to fetch something, while we are left to quitely read to ourselves, they all immediately jump up to clear the desks in order to create a wrestling ring, and post a guard outside to watch for the master. They’re not supposed to do this 

The proclamations every day are the same, when the master, Father Malfiloorius, asks us to announce our Arkati allegiance in orderly military style: “Kai.”, “Kai.” “Kai!” “Kai!!!” and so on, in a crescendo, until it’s “KAI”, “KAI!”, “KAAAIIIIIIIIII” - this goes on for several moments you see, until the last few students are literally screaming. The teacher rolls his eyes every time. It’s very amusing. Then a deep “KOAR!” from the lone wolf - handsome red-haired fellow but keeps to himself mostly. They’re not interested in me much and are even a bit teasing but I can tell they feel sorry for me. I can’t blame them at all. I don’t know why we stayed in the woods. Since I’m Sylvankind they put me last of course, and I don’t mind that, because there’s no pride in shouting “UNDECIDED!” like some idiot in the middle of all that.

But I say it normally and no one pays any attention, except for a few curious stares the first day, so it’s bearable. I’m told there’s even a sylvan scout in the army. On the first day at class, Ralor, the boy next to me told me so and the others chimed in to express admiration for sylvan utility in the scouting profession. That made me feel welcome as I was quite nervous about my classmates disliking me. I was simply being nervous and there was nothing to fear. 

I’m looking forward to being chosen by an Arkati, at the same time, I’m scared it will never happen or I’ll be rejected, or I won’t like it. I’ve been told that most folk who go on as long as I have end up being a cleric of Voln, as he’ll take any who will swear the oath. I’m dread terrified of undead, so I’ve been putting it off. If I don’t get a sign in a month I’ll go to Voln and sign up for their program, supposedly they will send out more experienced members on the first few hunts for training. Not looking forward to it.

With all the hand-to-hand combat I’ve been doing, everyone expected me to be chosen by Kai, eventually, but it hasn’t happened yet. They all encourage me to come to martial practice every week-end, and I’ve gone a bit but I’m more interested in exploring the western wilds, which are full of strange creatures. I caught a few snakes in the field and they were quite unlike the ones at home, bright green with blue eyes. 

Perhaps next time I write I will have a divine mentor, but as of yet it looks like I’m still out of luck. I hope this journal assists my fellow students in their journey and please forgive my familiar style if I have offended anyone, I’m not familiar with the ways of the world yet and I am very ignorant. 

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Aeonelas' Journal, part 0: Onar
 on 05/05/2017 03:45 PM MDT

<posted at the local cleric's guild. ooc replies are fine>

I'm writing from my room here in Ta'Vaalor, for the student paper, I was told it would be a good idea for me by a friend at the Cleric’s guild here. My name is Sister Aeonelas, I’m a journeyman cleric, a pilgrim too, from “the woods” or “the boonies” as some of you like to call them. No offense taken, I didn’t like it there anymore than you did. Family is great and all, and nature is beautiful, but I wanted culture, like I read about in our library. The same thing that called our cousins out of the forest thousands of years ago they say. 

My family is very devout to all of the Arkati, every single one. My mother always used to say “Respect them all Aeon, they’re all here for a reason even if we cannae see it.” Despite this, I still don’t feel a pull towards any one or another, so my cleric told me I should spend some time wandering around, visiting different shrines and temples until I felt something, saw something, a sign or vision. I decided that I would scour the lands from top to bottom visiting every blessed and damned temple I came across until one of them decided to pick me up off the turnip farm.

I’m currently residing in the beautiful and surprisingly friendly Ta’Vaalor. Different town than the landing, and although I suspect it’s because they feel sorry for me, they won’t stop feeding me interesting foods. The guards were a bit scary at first but I appreciate the safety and protection of the city.

My hunting skills have been enlisted by the local furrier who has an endless need for cheap leather, supplied by the overgrown rodent population in the catacombs. In my spare time, I chat it up at the local temple and cleric’s guild, learning all I can from the more experienced. I’ve been told that a good start for my quest to gain the favor of an Arkati is to publish true and perhaps somewhat flattering information about my experiences at each shrine, temple or with each priest. 

I’ll start at the beginning, about a year and a half ago. I didn’t start on my quest straight off, I decided to have a bit of fun with some friends who had set off with me. We went to Wehnimer’s, the closest big town to my homelands. 

We stayed by the beach first, as I’d not seen the ocean before, I was holed up in a shack with my then boyfriend, Tyvieriidh. We ended up having to move out because we couldn’t afford the rent. He’s got a knack for building shelters and finding us food, but he’s not much interested in the Arkati unfortunately. When the local fishermen told me about an old shrine in an ancient primitive cave dedicated to the “Death God” Onar, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit it. Tyvieriidh is claustrophobic so we parted ways, and after being there a few months most of my friends went back to the forest. Here’s my journal entry from that time:

Within the mysterious Mossy Caverns near the Coastal Cliffs of Wehnimer’s Landing, strange bloated gaseous beasts called “whisplings” by the locals, and properly dark vysan by bestiary tomes, float about, eagerly grasping at anything fleshy or metal that comes within range of their stubby arms. Deep within the caverns is an ancient bridge carved of stone that leads across a large underground pool to an equally ancient stone altar. No vysan dares to cross the narrow bridge.

The scene is eerie. Seven monoliths of stone are arranged into a triangle. The architecture of the monoliths is so old, no one remembers where it came from, to the locals of Wehnimer’s it’s always been there - to those who know. A natural hot springs is located within the cave, and it’s theorized that ancient humanoids lived in there, taking advantage of the natural protection of the cave and the warm springs. The evidence lies in the tool carved vent holes above the hot springs as well as the shrine itself, which is undated. It’s rumored that the cave later was reclaimed and became a haven for pirates and bootleggers until the elementals drove them out. While they’re easy enough to avoid for a seasoned traveller and a blood-born huntress like myself, the vysan pose a serious nuisance and a danger to most folk resting or to curiosity seekers. There’s also orcs in the area it’s rumored, I didn’t run into any though.

A woodcut engraving is here: <Seven monoliths form a crude triangle in this room. Thin beams of wood with glowing vines growing on them have been placed on the top of the stones. The strange canopy and silent stone guardians seem to lend the shrine a dark sense of security. You also see a hewn obsidian altar, a narrow stone bridge and a pitch black hole.>

Though you can’t tell from the picture above, the monoliths are emblazoned with a broken white skull, the brutal and sinister symbol of Onar, whose epithets include “Vengeance of the Gods”, “The Obsidian Blade”, “The Divine Patron of Assassins”, “The Dread Hand of Eorgina”, “Prince of Death”, “Hand of the Dark Lady”, “Snuffer of the Light”, and in relation to his hand in teaching Man to make instruments of death, “Gifter of Blades”

The Elves have never taken as much of a liking to Onar as humans have. Kai is the elven soldier’s god, some would say. Perhaps it’s fitting that one of their old folk tales frames him as a tremendous villain who is sent to slay some primitive folk for using fire (lent by Fash’lo’nae in some cases). The myth has varied over time, at first it was a tale about primitive people, now it’s usually a thinly veiled racist-moralistic tale about why humans are bad and shouldn’t have weapons or fire, told to children. In the tale, the folk, human or nae, are astonished as one after the other, each who uses the new gift of fire perishes by having their throats slit.

The confused and simple folk, human or elf as the tale is told, of course look upon the deaths as a sign that fire was responsible for creating the deaths, not realizing the potential of murder yet (absurdly, our history has been violent since the beginning, but it is a folktale after all). One clever woman sees the truth, and in doing so earned the right to wield the blade of Onar, the obsidian dagger.

This confusion is the hallmark of Onar, and indeed, Death itself. In some theology the amorphous shape attributed to Onar is connected to the formless confusing darkness experienced immediately after death. Those who have experienced death and lived to tell the tale through Lorminstra’s instrumentation know this place well. 

But this is not only an ornate theological musing. Widely documented cases involving witnesses of an Onarian possession claim that this is exactly how he appears. I am a believer, anyone who thinks Onar doesn’t exist is a fool in my book. Sometimes the witnesses’ testimony is embellished with red eyes, sometimes not. He’s a very mysterious, very subtle fellow, almost catlike were it not for his mechanical, unfeeling intent. One has to wonder what the motivations of such a being might be. What does he want? I couldn’t find any true Onarian priests in the Landing, only theologians who took him seriously. It turns out none of them had actually seen an Onarian posession in person.

But the incidents are not uncommon. In the town of Wehnimer’s Landing for example, during the year 5100, a rash of incidents with bold killers murdering people in broad daylight at the local tavern became so prevalent it spurred a special inquiry into the phenomenon. By the month of Lumnea, the deathtoll had risen to 23 cases of murders, with multiple witnesses, and these were just the ones that were reported to the constable.

Without exception every report records the description of the murderer as a black figure, with some of them detailing the assassins as having a black mist like appearance, others described it as a figure that sucked in all the light around it. Only two of the murderers were ever identified concretely, one of them was pinned to a known criminal underworld figure known as Blades who seems to just wear a lot of black. The other turned out not to be a murder at all, a local Faendryl character, Setzier VonEvenlore, exposed his cloak to a local peasant who promptly had a heart attack and died for reasons not documented in the archives available. VonEvenlore was not charged. The other 21 cases are as of yet unsolved and bear all the markings of an Onarian assassination.

Onar has always been highly revered in a wide array of circles, from the soldier’s tents of the Turamzyrrian Empire to the halls of the rogue guilds and even in the legal courts his power of possession is acknowledged in cases of homicide. His knowledge of Death is said to be unparalleled and highly sought after by those in the martial professions. 

Another aspect of Onar that often goes completely unnoticed by those who fear him is that he is not without reasonings in his slaying of mortals. This is why I wasn’t afraid to go spend the night at the shrine.The analogy that can be drawn between this unseen reasoning and the murky causality of life is obvious. There are unknown reasons we cannot hope to calculate for, mysterious churnings of the social spheres we cannot possibly comprehend until it is too late. Delving into the strange and the unknown is like the chaos learning how to use fire for the first time, a knowledge that will lead to a mysterious downfall we have no way of apprehending until it falls upon us. And in many cases, perhaps just like the folk tale, the downfall will not come from the newfound gift itself but from another interference altogether. This is society.

So it is that Onar could also be called the Master of Unconscious Ignorance, the nemesis that plagues us all. It’s a reminder to be conscious of the world around us and not to attract the wrong attention, and even to avoid any attention at all in case we have missed something dire. The primitive environs in which the shrine is housed are hauntingly beautiful, echoing the ancient times when our ancestors struggled against a hostile world, the same time period in which the old tale is set. 

But here I am trying to attract the attention of one of the most dangerous beings upon Elanthia, going about it in a completely haphazard way. I suspect, even in writing this I will have called down the wrath of some unseen enemy, somewhere, who will out themselves only to strike at me.

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Roleplaying is obscure in Eve online, but for the roleplaying afficianado, you will be pleased to learn that this small community is great. Roleplayers in Eve are supportive, tight-knit and welcoming to outsiders. If you are a seasoned roleplayer you may want to jump right in to the two main roleplaying chat rooms:

The Summit


Intergalactic Summit

Both of these have their fans. The Summit is player run, while Intergalactic Summit is run by CCP. I have a favorite character who plays in Intergalactic Summit so I mainly frequent the IS with the limited amount of time I have to roleplay, and I am just getting back into it after a long period of disinterest.

There are accompanying rooms for out-of-character discussions, respectively OOC and Out of Character (The official CCP room). 

There is also the official In-character RP forum, Intergalactic Summit! Some players do all of their roleplaying there. 

Finally there are specialty rooms for the various factions.

For a full list of all of the channels in Eve visit:…

One channel that is almost always active day and night is Imperial OOC, where all are welcome. Imperial Congregation is Amarr loyalists only, in character, beware. :) (but also be aware that there are enemies of the Amarr Empire in disguise in character here. Trust no one.)

Backstage is the biggest and best forum to talk roleplay outside of Eve Intergalactic Summit Forums. 

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To make your character do something type "/me <insert action here>" Like so:

/me smiles slightly.

*The Golden Serpent smiles slightly.

I also have a coupla tips:

1. You are not your characters. One will rarely believe or agree with any of the absurd or futuristic things their character can and will say and do. 
2. One character doesn't know another character just because it is an alt. However you can do funny things like play a couple of relatives or something and make them fight.
3. Roleplay what you like, but don't ever think you have to agree with what your character thinks. Good roleplayers will never judge you the person by your character's beliefs.
4. Even if you are new to roleplay, most advanced roleplayers will forgive many mistakes. Roleplaying is very hard to do well, and the longer you do it the more you understand how hard it is. It's not necessary to correct spelling (we can figure it out if you're missing a letter) and it's not necessary to 'just run with it" if you make a mistake. If you say something completely wrong you can do a "takeback" for example, you thought it was part of lore but it turns out it wasn't. I don't know of any roleplayer who wouldn't forgive you for such a mistake. 
5. I know it's hard but try not to mix up OOC with IC stuff. This can be hard, but sometimes it will be necessary (as self regulating gamemasters) to share major spoilers about your character (which can be "discovered" in Galnet or by hackers) to avoid kinks in the story, or you might want to let people know you are meeting someone in secret to give people a heads up there's interesting things going on in the background to lubricate the community to rally around a storyline. I've never seen any storylines that can completely avoid OOC talk and it's the same in LARP and tabletop gaming. Try to tell as few people as you can. And trust people. Most roleplayers are very good at keeping a secret believe it or not.
6. I try not  to hang out in OOC channels too much. I want to learn more, but I don't want spoilers to my favorite show anymore than I want spoilers to my favorite characters. Beware you may either become addicted to OOC information and socializing or it may ruin your RP experience as it does for me. Occasionally it really adds a lot to my friendships and my roleplaying experience so it's a very mixed bag. You'll have to figure out what works for you, but try not to automatically label one way as good and the other as bad. 
7. Roleplayers tend to value roleplaying above all other activities in Eve, but don't assume that conventional RP channels are the only place to find it. There's a lot of lite roleplaying to be had amongst PVPers especially in Faction Warfare. It's okay to roleplay everywhere in the game, drawing other non roleplayers into the fun. But try to drop "clues" that you are roleplaying for them, like making your character do things which cannot be mistaken for really being butthurt about the Minmatar "scum". 

(using /me)
The Golden Serpent continues gibbering on and on in a high pitched nervous voice over comms, quoting morbid bits of Amarrian scripture.

This puts people who arn't used to roleplaying at ease that I am not really a crazy bigot IRL, it's just that my character is a more than a  little bit neurotic.

Roleplaying with non-roleplayers is a great way to practice your roleplay if you are rusty. It's less intimidating that dealing directly with roleplayers who are very sophisticated in their roleplaying careers.  This is mostly not something you need to worry about at all, like I said before the longer you roleplay the more you realize how hard it is and the more you want to see new roleplayers exploring the wonderful world of roleplaying.

Finally enjoy roleplaying and don't pay attention to hecklers or those with roleplaying phobia. Roleplaying is improv theatre, nothing less and nothing more. It helps relieve stress, ignites creativity and builds friendships that can last a lifetime. Many creative types, people suffering from illness, disability or social anxiety as well as people looking for a social connection, roleplay for one or all of these reasons. The connections you make in roleplay are real and worthwhile, and are some of the best memories I have in my life, even though I have had a very full and exciting life. 


For more information on Pazuzu, please check out this wonderfully well-researched article over at Shadows of the Sun by Sarduriur:…


“While Pazuzu is most frequently referred to as “King of the wind-demons” in various ritual texts and accompanying incantations recorded on tablets and other Pazuzu artifacts unearthed at Nineveh, Sultantepe, and Uruk (Heeßel, 2002), I claim contrary to Heeßel in particular that it is made abundantly clear by a number of artifacts that Pazuzu was respected as a God, not merely as a helpful demon Who reigns in or banishes malevolent lesser demons. A remarkable item on display at the Israel Museum, 93.45.73, is a bronze head with a suspension loop on top. What is remarkable about this Pazuzu head is that it possesses pair of horns which encircle the top of the head, and turn up at the front, typical of those shown on crowns festooning the heads of revered Gods such as Šamaš and Ištar. (Gabbay, 2001) Another find that shows Pazuzu with Divine rather than mere demonic trappings also comes from the Israel Museum’s collection. It is an octagonal pyramidical carnelian seal — BLMJ Seal 1060 — that bears a well-defined relief of Pazuzu on its bottom. He is depicted in His unmistakeable chimeric form with a leonine or canine face, four wings, erect penis, and scorpion tail. Here He is given a crescent headdress and a ball-staff, which rests before His feet. (Gabbay, 2001) Both the crescent and the standard have obvious Divine connotations, though the reader should not assume that Pazuzu was in any way being merged with the Moon God, Sin.” –  Sarduriur

Pazuzu seal at The Israel MuseumPazuzu seal at The Israel Museum

Sound familiar? Yes, the figure of Pazuzu in the Israel Museum resembles the creatures on the Ningishzidda Grail. They are Djinn! Fire critters:



(Featured Photo: William Bougueurea, workaholic extraordinaire, champion of poor French girls and boys and the man who allowed women into the Ecole De Beaux Des Artes.)

Welcome to another page of From One Nuit to Another, the text log of conversations between women in the occult. I am your host, Izi Ningishzidda, and our guests today are Niguma, a disciple of the Tibetan Shangpa Kagyu and closet Thelemite also a previous guest.

Valeria Diocletian who is a witch in what she calls the “Latium” tradition.

We have “S” who is of the theological Satanist leaning.

Finally, Darcy, who is a Wiccan with American Indian roots.

Names are changed to protect identity, the conversations are transcribed when coordinated by telephone or Steam chat.

New interviewees are welcome. Call me at 360-688-1242

First Interview: Niguma

Izi: Hello.

Nigum: Hey Izi. What’s up?

Izi: We’re going to talk about jobs. Like, what does it mean to have a job that sucks or doesn’t suck, as an occultist.

Niguma: Okay well, I can confirm I don’t really work I just sort of live off my parent’s good will.

IZI: K how did that happen?

Niguma: I graduated during the recession and there were no jobs, especially not for newbie women. I saved like everyday I didn’t eat out or buy any new clothes I just saved up and went to Nepal.

Izi: Wow. I’ve heard that’s how to travel is you just have to say “Okay fuck this I’m out of here.”


The morning commute in Nepal. Photo by Krish Dulal. CCLThe morning commute in Nepal. Photo by Krish Dulal. CCL

Niguma: Well it wasn’t a decision I made without consulting my parents who were supportive and offered to cushion me if I needed it.

Izi: Did you live off food stamps?

Niguma: Oh yeah. Embarassed to say but I did.

Izi: I don’t think it’s anything to be embarrassed of. It’s probably the only social program that works to counterbalance all of the evil the government is guilty of like bailing out banks and protecting foreigners during war instead of our soldiers.

Niguma: The government I believe did ruin the economy, it’s true. I can’t say I really love this country or what it’s become and I don’t care if someone scrutinizes my food stamps, I guess because it’s like “Hey grandpa this is the world and country  you have left to us. It sucks”

Izi: It sucks so bad now.

Niguma: Armageddon or whatever it will probably be better than this. Anything would be.

Izi: Okay so you don’t have a job, do you plan to get one and how does it relate to your occult studies?

Niguma: Oh geez. I have no idea? I guess write a book about my travels…oh and I’m looking into freelance editing. The pay like, sucks but it’s a job. My parents are cool they know the job market is wrecked and the world sucks so they are glad to afford me the opportunity to become an enlightened being.

Izi: I’ve talked to the TwinStar and it stated that while it can’t help one find a job, it can help you align to the 418 current and survive. That’s enough. No jobs needed.

Niguma: What do you mean by that?

Izi: What I mean is that the “job” is the Great Work and it will do anything to help you survive to accomplish your part in that. It may not be a standardized job or a position you think is best for a certain “career”.

Niguma: Well, I would like to see a different pattern emerge than the one we have now. Working appears to be much more frenetic than say, a farmer’s day 500 years ago.

Izi: But we have better amenities, because, science.

Niguma: right science. And medical care. Although if Obama hadn’t passed Obamacare I would be soooo fucked.

Izi: I havn’t really used it because I hate doctors and dentists.

Niguma: Oh? Like personally or just going to see them.

Izi: No not personally just generally. They often don’t know anything or they make stuff up. The smart ones are angry bastards. Especially the women. God, women doctors are so bitter. It’s the gender inequality gap in their field I’m sure.

Niguma: Yeah that is a really hot topic right now and for women basically every career sucks.

Izi: This world and this country can straight up go eat a dick if they think I want to join their unfair workforce. I’d rather be on minimum wage and food stamps than contribute to this BS.

Niguma: What if they took food stamps and minimum wage away?

Izi: I’d live off the land like my ancestors it’s a lot easier than the job market.

Niguma: Wait so you don’t have a job?

Izi: Oh I do, I work for TAI. I have held a dayjob in the past. I usually just find something I like or people I like to work for.

Niguma: So you are just purely working for TAI – The Abrahadabra Institute?

Izi: Yes I always have wanted to grow up and be an artist and work for a wizard and learn magick. I studied all of the pre-raphaelites work and knew it was possible even though wizards are rare.

The Wizard by Edward Burne-Jones. Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery, BirminghamThe Wizard by Edward Burne-Jones. Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery, Birmingham


Niguma: Yeah the ones who arn’t flakes or fakes.


Niguma: The tattoo business is an interesting specimen for studying this. Goetia for instance, tatoo art has swung more in the direction of occult themes quite strongly over the years.

Izi: Yeah thats of a career or industry that is banking off the occult and admires it. There’s a few other jobs i can think of that are like that…some coffeehouses and curiosity stores would welcome occultists. There’s a number of giftshops here in Washington that have tarot readers. Metaphysical shops are the one holy grail of jobs for a student occultist who want to learn about the craft from a shop owner or an older occultist who wants to be out of the closet permanently, as a business owner. I would love to own a occult shop, in some ways.

Niguma: Theres a lady downtown here who has had a tarot reading shop for 20 years. It seems like occultists almost have to start their own business.

Izi: Yeah. And why not? Maybe that’s the directive of the new aeon. Start anew.

Niguma: Yeah.

Izi: Sadly I don’t have the money to start an occult shop in 3D, but I did start one in cyberspace, and it’s been a ball. m1thr0s and I have fun everyday. It’s never a ball and chain. I have other things in my life that suck, but not my job. Okay last question, what is your dream job as an occultist?

Niguma: Well I would live in a monastery and meditate all day and do chores to maintain it like they did in Nepal.

Izi: Really what do you think is holding you back from that?

Niguma: I am not sure that low-tech is the way to go, like…the internet seems to be like, the magickal child. You know? I’m not sure I want to give up all the modern amenities.

Izi: You should be able to do both. Meditate and…

Niguma: Well I do that now, it’s true. I worry about the future though like when my parents are gone, what will I be doing.

Izi: I am sure that the universe will manifest something.

Niguma: I’m glad you’re sure. Lol

Izi: Lol.Thanks for being with us again.

Niguma: Oh, yeah, sure.

Second Interviewee: Valeria Diocletian

Izi: Hello Valeria. It’s Valeri-a not Valerie, right?

Valeria: Yes after the region.

Izi: What region  is that?

Valeria: Ancient Rome, far northeast part in modern day Hungary.

Izi: Oh, cool. And your last name?

Valeria: The emperor.

Above: Triarii’s awesome Emperor of the Sun from their album ‘Exile’ which anyone should buy immediately.


Izi: Great. So, we’re going to talk about jobs. How they relate to us as occultists or women. So, what is the most fun and most occult job you have had?

Valeria: So you want me to start?

Izi: Sure or if you’re more comfortable I can start.

Valeria: Okay why don’t you start?

Izi: Well I have held a lot of jobs. Not all of the jobs I have had were ideal but, they all had fun aspects. The most crazy fun job I had was at the biggest hip hop club in the South – Senses. I worked as security and sometimes as a backup bartender. In security I was part of the “Wolf Pack” they called it. I was the only girl on the team, so I handled pat-downs for women and restricted access to VIP and the ladies lounge.

Valeria: Wait you had to do pat-downs?

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The Thunderbird is a creature documented all over the lands of American Indian territory. They are birds of prey, giant creatures who shoot lightning from their eyes and live in the sky. I know that they are real, for I have met them. Their power can set one’s feet on the path of The Great Work as nothing else can.

Devilry, to the Christians, and perhaps Superstitious Nonsense to the less religious, but both, non-conforming to White Opinion. Opinion, for it does not contradict science or evolution, yet the Thunderbird does not reveal itself either, just like the Christian God Atheists hate so very much. I do not blame them. It is a lifeless force to me and to many others in the world of magick. Christians feel Jesus, and so he is real to them. I am not one to argue with them but would rather see them be free to explore on their own.

The Stupid Atheist,  comes from the famous Carl Sagan quote “Atheism is very stupid”. Sagan didn’t like being labelled an atheist because he was a careful scientist. He was a true agnostic, and wore it on his sleeve as a symbol of his cautious rationality. All religions, one could argue, are merely a symbolic gesture of one’s inner self, or an allegiance to one of the Gods.

So all of us occultists have been watching the drama playing out between Atheists and Theists in the land of metaphysics from our corner in the dark primeval forest of weird. While I was writing this, several threads populated on Reddit’s little occult corner, with a few people expressing concern over the rabidity of the Atheists about the web.

I knew then I had to publish this, even though I might be talking about it alot. Over half a dozen or so articles at any given time may find themselves in my recycling bin, as I warrant topics to be non important, a passing trifle, or too much, too soon. Not this one, as it seems I know something a few other concerned occultists do not, though it is obvious to me. There is absolutely nothing to fear or be concerned about with the so-called atheists and their hate filled diatribes. (So-called, because they’re not strictly atheists, they’re anti-theists.)

The New Atheists could have been brilliant and progressive, but instead they’ve decided to adopt the same brand of hate filled bigotry Christianity is well known for.

The problems within the Atheist movement are rampantly snowballing, from the snide sexism of Richard Dawkins to the whole radioactive rationality of “We are the New Moralists”. Dawkins stated something that spells the deathknell for anything Atheists hope to accomplish, before they have even begun to make any progress: “”Mock them, ridicule them in public. Don’t fall for the convention that we’re all too polite to talk about religion. Religion makes specific claims about the Universe which need to be substantiated and challenged.”

This use of force and harassment to force another to believe they believe is merely a rehashing of Soviety style collectivism. I greatly value the rich culture and diversity of the world’s belief systems. They are fucking fascinating, the architecture that their religion inspires is beautiful and their insights into the nature of man are often very astute.

Birla-Mandir, Hyderabad, IndiaBirla-Mandir, Hyderabad, India

Occultism abandoned morality over a 100 years ago with “Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be the Whole of the Law” and we’re doing just fine without it. The absurd little sideshow of Wiccanism which is incapable of not thieving and pillaging everything it gets its grubby little paws on, including American Indian beliefs and Thelema, harangue us with “And it harm none, do what though wilt”, basically rejecting everything The Mother and The Father ever, EVER stood for. Satanists tried to embellish the axiom a little further, without actually quoting it, but the religion has all the signs of becoming an outdated shibboleth. Patenting a scary god you don’t even believe in is a sure way to lose all the followers you’ve ever had, once he loses his shock factor.

Immorality is a different story altogether, and The Book of the Law pins that down to Restriction. Immorality and Morality are human ideas, not universal ones, although Nature has his own sort, based on economics. It’s really all simply harmony and disharmony, and only the framework of Will in “Do What Thou Wilt Shall be the Whole of the Law” is relevant.

There isn’t a lot written about Will that is right or even does us much good. It’s a force connected to what the Ancient Chinese called the Tao. I say Ancient Chinese because the last few generations in China have abandoned everything the Dragon taught them. I don’t proclaim to know everything but I do know this  – if everything went as planned, I wouldn’t be typing this from The United States. As it stands now, one can be killed for believing in such things as we Abrahadabrites do in China. The Federal government here in the states has it laid out in their monuments and city arrangements, they’ve embraced it so. And they’ve been rewarded for it.

Choronzon Club by Michael BertiauxChoronzon Club by Michael Bertiaux

I think the stench of Choronzon is all over New Atheism, mostly because they are really out to point out how mediocre man is. Abrahadabra states that mankind is a miracle, a marvelous star destined creature. Choronzon’s mark has been made, in the past, by belittling man in any way possible. To degrade and discourage him. To make him out to be an impotent and miserable creature lost in a sea of irrelevance or under the dominion of terrible forces only gods had control over. The New Atheist is saying the same thing, just in a way that preempts the Nu Aeon’s movement of empowering Man with the adage “Every Man and Every Woman is a Star”.

Courtesy of the Egyptian Museum, Cairo; photograph, Hirmer Fotoarchiv, MunichHrw with Pharoah Khafre at the Egyptian Museum, Cairo; photograph, Hirmer Fotoarchiv, Munich (Khafre built the Sphinx and the second largest pyramid in Kemet)

Gamergate, the movement against the rampant sexism in the gaming industry has been more prominent than the misogyny scandals affecting atheism because people like games more than they like morbid and astringent rationality. They’re really worried the scandal threatens games, and they should be. Sexism is an even bigger threat to Atheism, as it has no inherent economic value. The evidence set forward by Rebecca Watson, by the admission of many atheists, tolled the death knell for New Atheism. She wrote:

“Dawkins’ seal of approval only encouraged the haters. My YouTube page and many of my videos were flooded with rape “jokes,” threats, objectifying insults, and slurs. A few individuals sent me hundreds of messages, promising to never leave me alone. My Wikipedia page was vandalized. Graphic photos of dead bodies were posted to my Facebook page.”

Since the 2008  incident, the movement has been mired in a debates about equality. Admitting you’re an atheist, especially a New Atheist, is about as attractive as admitting you have the plague. I don’t want anything to do with them. When I think of atheists I think of nerdy, unnatractive alcoholic nihilists hating women and nyucking it up about how clever they are and how stupid everyone else is, in their easy chairs on internet forums, with perhaps a neckbeard and a toaster pastry in hand. I know it’s a cartoon image but I can’t imagine that they’ll ever recover from this debacle in time to head off the more ecstatic and neo-shamanistic Visionary movement, or the Occultist movement which embraces Science, Magick and Spirituality in one seamless package, sometimes hand in hand with atheism and sometimes with theism.

The New Atheists could have been sparklingly brilliant and progressive, but instead they’ve decided to adopt the same brand of hate filled bigotry that Christianity is accustomed to poking the “Other” with. Just another dogma. Just another oppressive meme to degrade humanity with, starting with women and non-white culture of course.

Liber al Vel Legis has some interesting things to say about this.

27. There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.

28. Now a curse upon Because and his kin!

29. May Because be accursed for ever!

30. If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.

31. If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.

32. Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.

33. Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!

34. But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!

Why do we believe in gods? The straight up truth is that occultism is about embracing Doubt.  As Crowley said  “I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.”

m1thr0s and I believe in all the Gods but we believe Gods are an expression of a higher mind. Not believing in any limits for Nature means that if universe extends multidimensionally so does Nature. Strato was a Greek philosopher, the first to espouse the notion that the universe does not require any other cause, and posited the universe is sufficient first cause unto itself. That which we call God is in fact, the universe, and universal mind. They are the same thing. This is not to say the Gods are not capable of individuality. Individuality is built into the fabric of Nature.

Gods were identified and catalogued by humanity for the purpose of inspiring growth and evolution, Perfection or Completion being the ultimate lofty goal. One may reconcile the inner and outer world, microcosm and macrocosm, through the use of the idea “There is No God But Man” and forgo all of the baggage of slaves.


Nature urges us on to become perfect, pointing at us from all directions with immense mystery and the promise of an ever unfolding evolution, in our only real heaven, simply the here and now and whatever we choose to make of it.


Main article photo credit: The Brooklyn Museum, Thunderbird Transformation Mask by Namgis 1908.

By Stanislas de Guaita [Public domain], via Wikimedia CommonsBy Stanislas de Guaita [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Occult Art is a term I had to use to describe what a small group of artists have been doing for some time. H.R. Giger, Aleister Crowley, Eliphas Levi, and many other occultists and occult conspirators have all produced this genre of art.

Occult Art talks about Mystery. Not only this, it does so in visceral and scientific ways - talismania and the magickal schools go hand in hand with the Occult Artist.

To be apprehended appropriately, it requires the viewer to have some knowledge of what they are viewing - not necessarily an initiate, but someone who knows at least a bit of mythology, religious iconography or so forth.

Here are some examples of Occult Art:


Seal_of_MarbasSeal of Marbas, The Lesser Key of Solomon: Lemegeton, Translated By Mathers,Samuel MacGregor Liddel [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons


Some of the best paintings of the Tarot were created by Lady Frieda Harris under the instruction of Aleister Crowley. The deck combines past ages of alchemical and hermetic art with Crowley and Harris's view of the New Aeon.

In the past decade or so, occultism has spread throughout the arts, quietly and mostly in the underground. It's an important response to the materialistic nihilism of the 20th century and represents a modern revival of ancient art methodology which has never been fully accounted for.

The 15th century Rajasthani Tantrikas

Rajasthani has always been an artistic region of India. The Tantric paintings from there are abstract and seamlessly blend with modern minimalism. There are still a great many Tantric artists active in India using the same shamanistic methodology of the ancients.

tantrasongimageRajasthani Painting depicted in the b ook Tantra Song: Tantric Painting from Rajasthan by Franck André Jamme and André Padoux

The Medieval Alchemists

Not only speaking in cypher and proto-chemistry speak, the alchemists delved into exquisite depictions of their theories and workings, creating some of the most spectacular woodblocks and paintings ever to come out of Europe.

Matthäus Merian the Elder [Public domain], via Wikimedia CommonsMatthäus Merian the Elder [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The Ancient Daoists

China has been involved in the Occult for a very long time, since the beginning of their recorded history in fact. The I Ching came to us from prehistory in China, where magick, called Wu, gave rise to the post-shaministic practices of the Daoists.

By Felix Andrews (Floybix). (Own work) [GFDL (, CC-BY-SA-3.0 ( or CC-BY-SA-2.5-2.0-1.0 (], via Wikimedia CommonsDaoist (Taoist) symbols carved in stone: yin-yang and animals of the Chinese zodiac. Qingyanggong temple, Chengdu, Sichuan, China. Photo by Felix Andrews (Floybix). (Own work), via Wikimedia Commons


Anyone involved in the arts or the occult has something in common - that is, being a part of a community that for the most part, has little access to personal wealth within itself, and is exploited a great deal by unscrupulous corporations, business people, and far too often, other artists and occultists. Lobbyists are constantly trying to strip copyright power away from poor and disenfranchised artists.  While the community often rallies in powerful ways against predatory "design molesters" as I like to call them, it's never easy and it can lead to burnout amongst artists who if they achieve even a little success, see it ripped off.

Concept art god Randis Albion wrote a slick article on the subject of crowdsourcing and artist exploitation:

"The way our profession is treated at times is sickening. No one would dare to claim a free meal at a  restaurant in exchange for telling friends that it was tasty and yet in our industry some people do not
even bother to ask. Artworks get stolen on a daily basis as if this was a natural thing to do, as if art grows  on trees or is generated with a single button click in mysterious apps like Photoshop."



I would point out that these are not some backwater fleamarkets selling ripped off designs, (which also happens, alot)  but big corporations with huge legal departments. RGMagazine wrote in their fashion blog: "cheap teen retailers such as Forever 21 re-sell low quality versions of both high-end and indie designer work to serve the girls who cannot afford the real thing. [...] Forever 21 has a fully staffed legal department, that deals with lawsuits and attacks from designers who Forever 21 steals from. "

One website aptly named "You Thought We Wouldn't Notice" (www.youthoughtwewouldntnotice.…)  tackles the issue by publishing every instance of art theft it finds, in order to leverage the tool of social ostracization to stop the practice.

Below is one horrible example. The wonderful occultesque artist Katie Scott created a very intricate and powerful image which was ripped off by a big clothing company called General Pants, who without her permission, sold them online to the global marketplace.
The Original by Katie Scott:


The ripoff:


It's so painful to see an artist's original design mass marketed - stolen - for some corporation's bottom line. The artist rarely recovers any of his or her lost income and work. The company makes their buck and moves on to the next idea to steal.

This predatory practice is part of the problem facing third world nations who get their native designs ripped off by mass market nations who give nothing back to the culture except a legacy of enviromental abuse and a generation of kids who can look forward to a short lifetime of severe disability. (I'm talking about the dangerous factory conditions afflicting women and children which lead to nerve damage). One of the hardest hit communities is the Native American tribes of the Southwest. Authentic pieces are purchased by factory buyers from the Pacific Rim who go back to Phillipines or China and reproduce the design enmasse, probably using child labor. For the Zuni, Hopi and Navajo artists who depend on making art for a living, this has a devastating effect and is cultural rape.

The example below is a fake fetish necklace, being illegally advertised as Native American. The seller admits it is made in the Phillipines. While a true fetish necklace is hand carved from genuine local stones and can take an Native American Indian artist months to create and cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, the resin copy below is sold on places like Ebay or Etsy for as low as $40.

A fake cultural-rape necklace made in the AsiaA fake cultural-rape necklace made in the Phillipines sold on Etsy. This is one example amongst thousands that hurt poor artists living on reservations in the Southwestern United States.

To be fair, Ebay is much stricter about abusing Native American art. They warn every seller whenever they use the term Native American on a listing. Etsy, once though of as a crafter's haven,  is a horrible and  unethical company. It has become the central hub for design theft of all kinds, made out of cheap plastic and factory made items.

Artists are sort of the canary in the mines in any society. When artists are downtrodden, chances are the society is not a very enlightened one. They're also a reflection of the world at large. An exploited artist is an exploited underdeveloped nation. That is what the United States is becoming.

Crowdsourcing, bad education in a broken college system for artists, copycat mass-market art you can buy off the shelf at Old Navy or Target - this is what is exploiting artists.

Jason Manley, a cultural creative, artist right's activist and art school reformer behind, wrote that "It just gets worse every day with no end in sight" in response to yet another report on his forums that one of the community artists had their art completely stolen - copied and pasted - for a vulgar car advertisement, by a famous ad designer.

The outrage is still just a tiny voice in a sea of theft and corporate debauch. You Thought We Wouldn't Notice, an art law and theft blog, keeps the community up to date on recent outrages perpetrated by thieves.:…

It's probably under-pressure corporate artists doing this - ones desperate enough to sell their soul to pay off their college loans - the ones that paid for a diploma with little or no education in actual art creation attached to it.

The question for the emerging artist is how to stop it. A small time artist doesn't have a lawyer standing behind their catalogue raissonne at all times waiting to go vampire on any corporation stupid enough to steal something from their treasure.

1. For starters, start watermarking your work if you put it online. We had to start doing this at The Abrahadabra Institute because the fucking Freemasons were claiming some of m1thr0s's proofs - never before published or depicted anywhere in the world - were part of their ancient "legacy".  Bullshit. For this reason I never trust Freemasons. Here's a couple of different examples of watermarks:

Seven of Blades - Futility by Izi Ningishzidda and m1thr0sSeven of Blades - Futility by Izi Ningishzidda and m1thr0s
yoga by m1thr0syoga by m1thr0s


2. Use small resolution images. Anything larger than 800x600 is asking for trouble. If you want to show off your work at a larger size - for xst's sakes, save it for an opening show and print it off at Imagekind.

3. Put your name on your work. Even if you don't watermark it, at least put your name and/or website address on the work so if it gets passed around you get the advertising credit. Just remember it can be cropped off by evil people.

4. Don't put your work on the internet. This, I can't really recommend unless you're living in New York City and already have strong gallery representation. First you almost always need the publicity of the internet as an emerging or even intermediate artist. Secondly, in the unlikely case you become famous in this post 1980's art world, your images are going to end up online anyways. I do advise not showing your work until you really are familiar with how to get stolen art taken down and how to protect it using watermarks and Google search.

5. If your work is stolen for profit, send a bill to the art thief. Be civil and try to explain that you make art for a living. You can always try getting paid by the company. This only works if the company actually has money, reach and legal concerns and isn't some shack on the beach  somewhere in Rio or something.

6.  Threaten legal action, and if they don't respond, follow through with a lawyer and a good cease and desist.  A lawyer costs about $50-$100 an hour on average, but only bill based on collective hours spent, so it may not be as expensive as you think. It's important as your work grows that you start a relationship with a lawyer or legal service. (I recommend Prepaid Legal Services, aka LegalShield)

7. Talk about it. Division is the Tool of Restriction. Find an artist's community to ally with and talk about tough issues facing the industry such as crowdsourcing and illegal copying. Make people aware of what companies like Forever 21 and Walmart are doing to artists.

8. Report image theft to the ISP. I have successfully had m1thr0s's art removed from for-profit sites that did not pay for his work by going directly to the ISP. Even ISP's not bound by hard  copyright law such as those based in Israel or South America will often honor the request - they have a reputation to protect and most people who don't sell art will protect artists. If you don't know who the host is, do a whois lookup on the domain.

9. Stolen physical works. Have you ever had a framed piece of original work stolen? I have and it sucks!  I have never gotten these pieces back, as it's hard to track stolen art. Report it to the police as soon as possible and save the copy of the police report. You can use it to retrieve stolen artwork. Post local ads on craigslist asking for the crowd to help find the work.  Even years later, don't hesitate to continue the search by posting photos of it online and ALWAYS sign your work so that people know who it came from. Get digital photos of the work as soon as  you create  a work so you have a record of it.

10.  Lastly, don't encourage art theft of any kind, and don't engage in such behavior yourself. Torrenting movies and music that have not been released by the artist for such a purpose is also art theft, and one little theft can lead to an attitude of appropriating anything. Go through a service that pays the artists, like Netflix or Pandora.


As always ask questions in the comment section and I'll do my best to answer.


Artists need  to be free to create. They can reinvent themselves anyway they choose, and they can show other artists and non-artists how to reinvent themselves in the process. They are linked to the realm of imagination where anything goes, and they are  a portal to this realm, bringing back artifacts to alter our reality.

It’s especially important that they are able to do this online in the plebian lands of the WWW. That’s right, I called the WWW plebian – it isn’t really the internet as a whole – just a tiny tamed slice you can view with your browser.  The patricians of the internet are the code ninjas, network admins and deepnet denizens who grew up in the silicon wilds in the 80′s and 90′s, nursed on silicon titties of the Erisian internet goddess.


this weird and exotic journey through tarot and hexagrammology finally bears some motherfucking fruit in the form of:


Firstcards by ningishzidda

MythMath sent us these prototypes to look at and examine (they smell rather beefy) and I was in awe of how fantastic this card stock was. The playing card stock pro poker decks use is very hard to find, only one man in the world buys it in bulk and resells it just to be a good guy cuz you basically have to buy like a literal ton of it. 

He sent us the full decks after a few bugs were worked out and man they are awesome!
All The Cards by ningishzidda

At a $1 a sheet, these decks will run about $200 but we're working on the cover letter to US Games. ;)

In the real world, if your art is awesome, and you distribute it anywhere in publications it will get nabbed. People will save it if you put it anywhere on the internet, and they will even print off copies if they think it's super awesome. Putting up neurotic "do not steal" warnings, threatening viewers with homeland security or the FBI not only makes you look lame, it makes you look ignorant. Copyrights are in place as soon as you create an image. It's not going to stop pirates from stealing your work, either. Ones who do it for a living make their living breaking the law. So while you're doing nothing to deter thieves, you're doing everything to alienate possible fans.

The clever artist will limit damage by limited access to the original. If you don't want to find prints of your original oils, for example, on the streets of Hong Kong on cell phone covers, don't let people have huge images of your work. Don't upload big images unless you want it redistributed.

If you are drawing fanart, you have no right to the copyright. Nada. Claiming copyright or proclaiming that no one can steal your work when it's of Batman or say, The Smurfs, is absurd. You have no claim and no original idea. You are the one who is the thief - but since the "theft" is free advertising for the corporate brand, most companies tolerate it.

A true artist makes his or her way in the world of art by finding their voice. If you are still drawing fan art of World of Warcraft characters or making a DeviantArt account dedicated to some franchise without being hired to do so, you're not becoming a true artist. You're serving someone else's vision. Companies love fan art because it helps their bottom line. You're not doing yourself a favor though.

Be original. Come up with your own dynamic characters and stop following tired visions like some sad media-poisoned sheep.
armchair magician
izi ningishzidda (signed as naomi chan)

nude study
izi ningishzidda (signed as naomi chan)

giuliano de medici after michelangelo (cast drawing)
izi ningishzidda (signed as naomi chan)

Why do artists, particularily students, work in grisaille (monochrome, pronounced "gris-sai")? The reason for this is because it teaches the artist value gradiation. After learning how to properly measure angles and negatives spaces, and before learning how to mix colors and achieve compositional harmony, the student must learn how to use light and dark. Grisaille makes use of very inexpensive supplies, such as vine charcoal or simple white and black or dark brown (typically van dyke brown). This makes it a very attractive and logical choice for students. It is still incorporated into the curriculum of contemporary realist studios working in the academic traditions, for example at The Contemporary Realist Academy, in Memphis, Tennessee where I studied, at The Ryder Studio in Santa Fe, New Mexico and at Ted Seth Jacob's Ecole Albert Defois in France. The end of the phase of value gradiation study is marked by the time-honored cast drawing exercise, where the artist selects a white cast of a master's work from the atelier's collection and makes a copy of it.

The Abrahadabra Institute will be showing at The Bandha Room this October 5th-6th 2012.  The theme is Myths and Masks. We have some spooky art to share with you. There will be performances throughout the evening and we will be doing tarot readings as a fundraiser for the Abrahadabra Institute all night.


izi ningishzidda


izi ningishzidda
fenris and yggdrassil

izi ningishzidda

izi ningishzidda
vampire's kiss


kaos star 03 : black akasha
The Faery Queen of Thorny Relationships

Izi Ningishzidda
The Faery Queen of Thorny Relationships
Ink on Parchment

In highschool when I was working in the local Seattle art circuit I worked almost exclusively in ink as I was a huge Timothy Bradstreet fan, and it was a cheap easily available medium for a young artist.

Ever tried stippling? This is the most time-consuming artform I have ever experimented with. I'm not going to say I won't ever do it again, but I must say it was a gargantuan task.  It does lend a lovely antique feel to the image that calls to mind old woodblock prints. It's also a good for developing patience and concentration.  I think this small work (11 x 14) took me 30 hours to finish. Almost a full week's work.  So don't get into it looking to make a quick buck!

You can either use a kohi-noor pen with interchangeable nibs (fussy, but my personal favorite for ink work) or a range of different nib sizes.

I used parchment for this image but it looks good on a variety of papers.  Experimenting with different paper colors and quality can lead to some very interesting results.

I also advocate the use of filling in areas with black and line work, it adds interest and complexity to the work not normally seen in softer "pure stippling" works.