OCCULT HOLIDAY: The Marriage of the Beast
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“You can hear the sound of the calm before the storm / The waking of the magic that appears before the dawn / Smoke rising from the fire fills the air with Satan’s pride / To consummate the marriage of the Beast to his new Bride…” — Lewis Mathis, “Season of the Witch”
“[The Marriage of the Beast] ceremony is performed before the autumn equinox, approximately around the 5th to the 7th of September, and most likely held at a castle or palace. The principle ceremony is likely to be held in Europe. Lesser ceremonies may be held here in the United States. Witnesses claim that Satan appears and interacts with his human leadership. He provides them with detailed instructions for what he wants done until the next “Feast of the Beast.” In other words, he provides the top Illuminati hierarchy with their future long-range plans.” — Fritz Springmeier, author of Bloodlines of the Illuminati
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Soooooo…who’s getting fucked by a goat this weekend? Place your bets!
I first became aware of “The Marriage of the Beast” when I was Freshman Theology Scholarship student at that small creepy college in West Virginia. I heard about it from a guy who I realized, years after, was positioning himself to be my mentor, or something, a tall handsome blond Junior in the school’s Theology program, also with a scholarship, who lived off-campus in the unofficial Christian not-a-fraternity house.
He was, also like me, devout but a little off-kilter. Very smart and articulately gifted, he could quote The Bible, chapter and verse, but he was also into Dungeons & Dragons and science fiction and had a quirky but cute and smart bespectacled GF who I found highly desirable but stood no shot.
I got invited into the Christian Dungeons & Dragons crowd my first week on campus, an elaborate fantasy board game I was of course aware of but never played before. I enjoyed it okay, more for the camaraderie of the group than the game itself. But from game-play it evolved into intriguing informal classes about “the enemy” that were held once a week after classes, where my would-be mentor seemed to be taking me under his wing, leading sessions about occultism and Satanism, their religious practices and rituals, and..and…hell, in hindsight, I’m not sure what it was all about.
There was one informal session where the Junior student was explaining the High Adept Satanic holiday and ritual of “The Marriage of the Beast,” taking place annually at the end of the first week of September. When describing the ritual, the guy seemed a little too…into it for my taste.
I don’t remember how he explained it, exactly. Instead, I’ll turn to Kerth Barker, the bloodline Satanist who got out, from his hugely disturbing yet enlightening book that I cannot recommend highly enough (if you’ve got the capacity to handle it), Cannibalism, Blood-Drinking, and High Adept Satanism:
“The Marriage of the Beast ceremony would begin on September 7th and end on September 8th. The observing initiates were kept awake the whole time. They were sleep deprived and on stimulants by the end of the second day. There were rituals, lectures and tests. All this would lead up to a sexual ritual which involved a woman having sex with a goat.
“First the goat would be dressed up with a crown, vest and cape. Everyone would bow down to him and say things like ‘All hail Satan.’ Then a woman would have sex with the goat on a stage in front of everyone. The goat would then be stripped and tortured with fire. They would harvest the goat’s blood and then cook its flesh. The observers would drink the blood and have an orgy. Then, after the orgy, they’d eat the goat’s flesh. It is considered to be a kind of communion with Satan.”
I had more about the ritual and its aftermath, but cut it short. You get the idea. I strongly Strongly STRONGLY recommend you purchase Cannibalism, Blood-Drinking, and High Adept Satanism, if you can handle it, just so you get a clear-eyed idea of what we’re up against. It’s only eight bucks and I bet you’ll discover you end up with 100x the value.
Anyway, 18-year old me found the whole explanation waaaaaay more than I wanted to know about (perhaps exactly how you feel rn), the whole “Jesus vs. Satan” thing was proving far more unsettling than I wanted to contemplate — not to mention the things I was hearing about Jay Rockefeller, the college’s former Dean who was just elected Governor, no way that craziness was true —and I sure didn’t want to hear about women fucking goats, holy shit, particularly the way it was explained with a maniacal (or something) gleam in the guy’s eyes.
This was only about a month into my first year away at college, in the middle of freakin’ nowhere. The session took place around the same time I was discovering my would-be mentor wasn’t nearly as well-liked or highly regarded as he presented himself; in fact he was considered rather cult-y and weird, seeking impressionable acolytes. Moreover, I went to a different actual fraternity party one night with another transplanted guy from Jersey in West Virginia, where I got high on weed for the first time and discovered I liked it a lot more than Dungeons & Dragons, and began a quick exit from the Christian crowd and fast entry to my hypocritical double-life. That egress was made a great deal easier and faster when the Junior guy got the gist I was shopping around my leisure time, went out of his way to display the chip on his shoulder about it, and killed my “chaotic good” Fighter character — he was Dungeon Master, he was always Dungeon Master — in what felt like a set-up.
One more thing about that Dungeon Master guy: He was constantly lecturing the young men he wanted to cultivate about how important it was for us Freshman to remain celibate and save ourselves for our bride on our wedding night, as God wanted. Quite the ask: The creepy West Virginia college had 1,800 students, only roughly 600 of them men. The two primary Majors at the school were Theology and…Nursing. So the campus equation tossed a smaller number of religiously righteous and often uptight yet hormone-heavy men among a much larger number of mostly liberated, free-thinking, comfortable with the human body, young women.
It went pretty much exactly as you’d expect. A year later, during my Sophomore year, when I was completely out of the off-campus Christian circle, the gossip hit my radar that the Dungeon Master guy, now a Senior, and his girlfriend had dropped out because the girlfriend got pregnant. Between you and me, I don’t think she immaculately conceived the Second Coming.
I heard about “The Marriage of the Beast” again when I was running the family’s fresh cut flower wholesale business in the ATL with my brothers. We hired this smart guy who knew all kinds of esoteric and occult information; I really liked him until I gradually realized he was charming and well-spoken but lazy and a liar.
Before I discovered that, however, I rode around with him on one of the sales routes, showing him the ropes for a couple days. We talked a lot, he impressed me, claimed to be a Christian, and we discussed a bunch of satanic rituals he’d researched and read about, the “Marriage of the Beast” among them. Then again, he also said that the “X” made in downtown Atlanta where highways 75 and 85 intersect — the primary Masonic lodge in Atlanta sits at the northernmost intersection of that “X,” for whatever that’s worth — was an “X Marks The Spot” area where a nuclear bomb would be detonated during the 1996 Olympics. Which, far as I am aware, did not actually happen. We later caught him stealing from us.
Finally, the “Marriage of the Beast” would “circle back” to my attention after reading Kerth Barker’s book in 2017. Rule of Three and all that.
I’m bringing this whole thing up not to dismay you, but because I’m curious to see if the Revelation of the Method types might telegraph who this year’s victim is. I’m not sure they can help themselves during this American Age of Apocalypse. What I do know is that should they show us, they will mask it, in hopes of fooling a majority of fools. Same way they inverted their goat into The G.O.A.T., “the Greatest Of All Time,” one of the more effective pieces of black linguistic magick to wrap its hoofs around your cultural mindset.
I doubt it’s Veep Kneepads; I’m sure she got drilled by that goat years and years ago at some fetid fetish throw-down in San Francisco, 1966 origin town of the Church of Satan (“Year One” in Satanism, at least according to Anton LaVey). Same goes for nasty Nancy Pelosi, hell-bound hammer-er Hillary Clinton, any of the aged and crazy crones who exist only make our lives miserable because misery loves company, and anybody who gets fucked by a goat has got to be as miserable as it gets.
No, it needs to be some younger beauty, maybe a pop star or movie starlet, maybe a rising politician, likely not even an American; the EU is in even worse dire straits than the USA, and with an even bigger roster of nefarious political and pop culture witches. What’s Greta doing this weekend?
Perhaps they’ll slyly clue us in, perhaps not. But whether they do or don’t, be advised this “Marriage of the Beast” ritual is intended to slide us into the “Season of the Witch,” with black magick rituals coming in the “Fall” much bigger than bestiality, things like the 9/11/01 terrorist attacks — “an occult-driven script for a Global Luciferian MegaRitual” — or the 11/22/63 JFK assassination, or whatever it is they’re conjuring to cause chaos during the coming Election and it’s immediate aftermath. They like their “elevens” and I’ve known several people who claimed to be my friend throughout my life that have said 11/11 is going to be a Very Big And Bad Day one of these days. November 11, 2024, exactly one week after Election Day, doesn’t seem that far a stretch.
Of course, that doesn’t mean it’ll happen that day, or any day, or they’ll pull it off if they try. The Death Cult has suffered a lot of setbacks in 2024, they really are relying on a clown car of incompetent klutzes, and it’s causing them to become ever-more obvious in their evil mechanizations. How obvious will it get? You may see it, you may not, but if you pray that, God willing, this year’s wicked weekend wedding goes badly awry for them, you’ll do team humanity a solid whether we see the results publicly or not. I promise you. I promise you. Thanks.
Great piece again, Tom. It’s weird because I was just thinking about my first semester of college, back in the fall of 1979, and all the weird weird aspects of it. I was sorta contacted/recruited by this “Christian” campus group, which I was open to, because years earlier (long story) I had been an extremely devout Christian in the sorta long-haired liberal 70s sort of way, and having slid backwards for several years was very willing to jump back in with the right group of people. The leader of the group, who seemed sincere enough, but had a vibe I couldn’t quite figure out, invited me to his apartment to have a sincere talk. His apartment was icy cold and he sat on a stool directly in front of me, a little too close, and gave me this hard sell on Christianity, which he didn’t really have to do. I was freezing and he seemed as cold and expressionless as his stark, colorless apartment and the whole thing left me never wanting to have anything to do with him or his group again.
I was instead persuaded by my brilliant roommate, who went on to get a PhD in physics from CalTech, to embrace agnosticism, and he provided an example by being the most steadfastly moral human being I have ever encountered in my life.
Now well into middle age, I have returned to God. I regret ever leaving. But at the time I found it impossible to live up to my own standards of what a true follower of Christ should think and feel. Having Jerry Falwell and his cult burst upon the scene at that time didn’t help either. They did their best to destroy Christianity for millions of people.
This article reminds me that, as a boy, my ordinary desire of female companionship helped me steer clear of being pulled further into elements that might have kept me from escaping the cult I grew up in sooner.