I saw proud Ceridwen, great Queen and Goddess, Long blond curling hair and pale skin, a red dress, Alone in the fort on the lake, an evening of storm and silvery light. Her Lord rode hard to hounds and shouted, far away, Full of the joy of freedom and male Continue Reading
Occult
In Search of Lost Time
An Extract from The Hollow Behind the Hearthstone, a novel by Mark Devlin, forthcoming from The Hollow Press, 2021 Taril stood, setting his wine-cup carefully down, and went to the corner where he had leaned his staff. Istorius called Arnauld back, and directed him in moving piles of books and Continue Reading
DREAMS FROM THE END OF THE WORLD : REFLECTIONS ON FASCISM AND OCCULTISM, CULTURAL APPROPRIATION, AND THIS MESS WE’RE IN
It was mid 2019. We were all talking about the End of the World. Like many other people I spoke to, I had been having crazy dreams as well. I had been on a Writer’s Retreat a few months earlier, and while there, overlooking a stormy bay on the West Continue Reading
Josephine and the Witch
[image: Nymphe de l’eau, Wilhelm Kotarbinsky, 1901] Once upon a time, there was an ugly, smelly old witch who lived alone in a murky pond. She got up when she wanted, and went to bed when she felt like it; she had frogs and toads and bats and rats and Continue Reading
A Deed Without A Name
THE WHITE LADY & THE PARLIAMENT OF OWLS
THE first time I saw the Ruined Tower, it took me by surprise, for it was in Summer, and the crown of oak-trees on its motte of earth were in full leaf; it was only very close by that I could see the fallen, ivy-covered building within. But I have Continue Reading
Leabhar Draíocht – The Grimoire Diagrammaton
These are the collected Diagrammaton of the Hollow Collective, from 2000-2012. There are others, of course, and in due course, as we excavate the archives of the Hidden Library, they will be added au fur et à mesure. Venus in Furs, Mars to Measure. DIAGRAMMATON : appeared as one of Continue Reading
THE HIDDEN LIBRARY
Devlin’s Account of The Long Night Nov. 1st 1894 So it begins. The Game is underway, the seeds are sown, the dice are cast. And, despite some rotten looking bruises around the face and head, I’ll hazard that I’m winning already. Crowe can stuff it in his pipe. He told Continue Reading
LEAVES FROM THE LEABHAR DRAÍOCHT : SAINT SWITHIN’S DAY – HIGH SUMMER, 15 July 2012
We had come to the Lost Domain, leaving as the last of the night leaked from the sky under the last wedge of the Waning Moon. I carried with me a glyph of Will-Working, charged in an intense ceremony in which the Dark One-Eyed Wanderer stood before me, covered me Continue Reading
A PAGE FROM THE LEABHAR DRAÍOCHT – PILGRIMAGE TO CLOCH NA CAILLÍ BHÉARA – THE HAG-STONE OF BEARA
Morning 7 March 2019 There’s a great soft sweep of pink cloud in the Western sky ; the sky is someway clear otherwise, after the storms and the wild wind of the night – the Dark of the Moon. Yesterday I went to meet the Cailleach. In the morning after Continue Reading