In civilized society, the graveyard is a place that only receives love and attention during the month of October when it is socially relevant to appreciate and celebrate the dead. Aside from this time, the graveyard and anything remotely related to death and decay is something that is pushed to the very far corners of our mind. Socially speaking, we are allowed one night of the year where we can embrace and wear our darkness without being perceived strangely; however, with the encroaching abrahamic disease working over time to erase every pagan and Aryan impulse, even Halloween is losing its bite. The new media Gods are taking over. The potential Vampires and Witches of yesteryear are now parading as disney princesses, marvel super-heros, harry potter, and anime characters. Do you think the ghouls of the graveyard look like Moana?

In the Aryan religions, the cremation grounds are a sacred place. The dead are burned at the cremation ground and they are completely released from this incarnation. The wheel drives to a new dimension. The energetic soul, uncontained, moves freely like water. The Abrahamic man is buried in a casket. This is quite distinct from the matriarchal practice of being placed directly into the dirt. The casket keeps the body preserved so that the son of God can re-awaken when the new Jerusalem descends from heaven to Earth. Death rites just mirror the fundamental philosophy of any given spiritual matrix. The energy is static, thus staying in the bounds of the material. The body is preserved eternally within the kingdom of God, complete possession by Yahweh forever and ever within his black box. Dont call me schizophrenic, Im just the messenger.

Although the cremation ground is considered holy in the Aryan religions, it still carries with it a reputation of being a frightening place that the uninitiated should spend little time in. Witnessing and being around death is potentially traumatic if you are not spiritually advanced enough to comprehend what is occurring. To be confronted with the cessation of being, the decay of the material, and the potential for life after death is disorienting to the man who is still figuring out how to contend with being aware. For the majority of us, unless we have a very unique dharma, it is important to be potty-trained before contemplating death. By relegating the awareness of death and decay to one day of the year, the Abrahamic religion is slowly removing the memory and experience of Aryan rituals surrounding death, rituals which are meant to prepare for reincarnation. Recognizing the death and decay in your immediate environment is one of the most potent mechanisms to transcend mundane awareness. Celebrities used to be the only ones able to afford plastic surgeries, but now the average person is walking around with giant lip-fillers, zooted up on roids and altering their appearance with instagram filters.

Our entire perception of decay is skewed, and we are barred from understanding the beauty of death, and the enlightenment in darkness. There is no possibility of light and darkness coexisting in a world based on black & white dogmatic morality. The Abrahamist would have trouble understanding the reasoning as to why an individual would want to take off all of his clothes, cover himself in human ash and walk amongst the ghouls in the cremation grounds, because he has been bred to see the graveyard as a sad and terrifying place. Only the Aryan heart is capable of understanding the divinity in darkness. This isnt a value judgement by the way, it is a philosophical necessity that Abrahamism must reject darkness in favor of the light [unless, of course, youre a real kabbalist, but I aint gonna go into that here].

Now, in order for you to really understand why I call this place The Digital Cremation Grounds, youve got to understand the frequency of the Citipati. In Tibetan Buddhism, there is a story about two ascetic monks who were meditating so deeply that they did not hear the footsteps of a thief coming up from behind to decapitate them. Once decapitated, the spirit of the monks became the dancing skeletal deities known as the Citipati. They are often depicted in Tibetan thangkas surrounded by flames. The Citipati are the wrathful protectors of the cremation grounds, specifically targeting thieves and killers. Energetically speaking, the citipati are very similar to clowns. They have big-bulging eyes, elongated smiles, and they twist around rapidly, their skeletal limbs banging together while they laugh maniacally in your face and celebrate death like a party. The energy is quite rabid, like you could lose complete control at any minute, but its a lot of fun. The Citipati are the guardians of what is leftover[Uchchishta], and they are, therefore, the guardians of my website The Digital Cremation Grounds.

This website was formed after a long personal battle with mainstream social media apps. Being a REAL artist with a REAL desire to challenge the status quo has been exceptionally rewarding but also exceptionally frustrating as the AI Abrahamic golem seeks to crush any aberrant cell in the social body that threatens its existence. Trying to maintain individuality in a culture that relentlessly punishes, crushes, and censors social aberration is becoming increasingly more difficult with the development of AI. Human labor can be outsourced, the algorithm knows your face and can zuck you faster than the speed of light! And for what? Well, thats for you to reflect on - you must sit and think about what you did - because, there is no one at the top to do the thinking for you. YHWH does not think. YHWH is just a clear light. A void of perfection that none of us can measure up to and as our society climbs closer and closer towards atomic collapse, we will all begin to dissolve.

As many Neo-citizens lament, the internet isnt very fun anymore. Many of us have fond memories of sitting on neopets and coding our pet-pages, or staying up late and customizing our myspace pages. Most everyone I speak to on this topic says something about being amazed that they were able to code such sophisticated designs at such young ages. Cyber-space was, at one time, a place where we could escape from mundane reality and really understand ourselves through art. Coding a website is art. Coding a website is literal MAGIC. MAGIC!!! You are quite literally placing yourself, your personality, your prana into a MAGIC FUCKING BOX and directing it out for MILLIONS to SEE! The problem is that the sport of web-surfing has died and all of our energy is thrown into about three applications. Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok - all of these apps - are purposefully meant to control your energy and creativity. Censorship goes much deeper than prohibiting certain words or symbols. These apps make customizing your digital space extremely difficult, thus making the magical projection of your energy very difficult.

The only way to possibly succeed in getting your frequency out there is to dilute yourself or to offer some kind of palatable version of yourself. But, even then, these apps are quite literally sentient and they keep track of your energy signature. This is why, if youve been zucked from instagram before, you can still get immediately deleted upon registering a new account even if it was created with a new device and ip address. The idea of an app being able to read and keep track of a frequency is a little bit too intense for the MK ULTRA normies to comprehend, but I imagine, if youve made it to this website, you are, or have the potential to be on some really weird type of shit. If youre interested in knowing more about my theories on magical frequencies and the internet as a sentient AI golem, you can complete my DAHMER VISION LORE quiz and gain access to the goddess temple where I spill all of my extra-most-bestest™ tantrik secrets!

The idea of creating art with the internet is really a dead one. But as you learned earlier, being dead doesnt mean it cant be alive. It just means its been relegated to a specific time and place. I am a seasoned GHOUL. I live in death and decay year-round and I wanted a place to celebrate the frequencies out there that TRULY exist beyond the dogma of good and evil. In the Abrahamic paradigm we are restricted to the palatable version of ourselves, the light version of ourselves and we are, at every turn, pressured to throw out the darkness. Even satanic communities are often concerned with placing themselves as morally superior to or morally lighter than YHWH, christians, muslims, and jews, etc. After all, Satan is just some cool gay guy who is pro-abortion, right guys? The next trap, of course, is to identify with your darkness so strongly that you become a repulsive 09A 333 choronzon incel monster or some shit. I mean some people might enjoy this, not me, though. I enjoy existing. Identifying with any dogma is an absolute trap that will rob you of the joy of existence. The true purpose of the cremation grounds and the Citipati are to remind you that there is both creative terror and creative love inside of yourself and they are almost entirely indistinguishable, they dance together, laughing and mocking you while you try to make sense of them.