Here is a description from the former YouTube channel (by Eternal Priestess):

“Live! From the Mauve Zone is a psychedelic horror talk show centered around the occult, memetics, art, philosophy and culture hosted by two demented egregores as they traverse Subtle Space in search of Gnosis…and eternal life."

L!FTMZ was a show created to explore memes, art esotercism, and internet culture. We wanted to interview "schizo" / "esoteric" meme page admins and explore the magic of gathering followers on the internet. The episodes of L!FTMZ would tell an overaching story and include live interviews. Episode 1 PART 2 was never released, and therefore the interview with Dark Margaritaville was never released... UNTIL NOW!!!

L!FTMZ was a project cooked up by DAHMER VISION (aka ME) and a cute little married mischling lady who called herself Eternal Priestess on the internet. We were both on the same art-hoe BPD shit and became really close friends... some may say... suspiciously too close.

As much as I'd like to trash her and throw her under the bus for hurting my feelings and triggering my BETRAYAL TRAUMA (just rx pluto girl things), she was pretty fucking cool despite having that crazy pisces shit going on. Look, I don't have any pisces in my chart and I have zero planets in my 12th house. I'm also a 6th house chart ruler, ok, so the pisces shit really makes me feel NOT OKAY! She and I always wanted to work together and had planned to create some ritual content in the late summer of 2023. Unfortunately, she decided to up and disappear on me for almost a year or something because of a spider bite or some shit. She really did get bit by a spider, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know there was more going on.

When she reappeared we immediately went right back to being friends and became EVEN CLOSER due to realizing we had both been working with the same demon - the demon MEPHISTOPHELES! GEE WIZ - what a coincidence! We decided we would create a ritual art show devoted to Mephistopheles and ask that he help us become the greatest internet artists!

Making a deal with Mephistopheles is just asking for it. Mephistopheles is a businessman, but he's like a fancy infernal used-care salesman. Would you buy a used car from somebody who looks like this?:

Making a deal involves two people, but what happens when you try to involve another? Kind of changes the chemistry a bit, don't you think? Who gets the glory? Who gets the business? Who gets the money and the love? Mephistopheles is the third wheel driving the car from the backseat. You might think you're in-control, but this is really just an illusion. The moment you even inquire about making a deal, you've already given yourself over to him and he will pull on your heart strings and make you act like demonic pinnochio. Evil exists in everyone's heart, Mephistopheles capitalizes on the Prima Materia.

Eternal Priestess explained it best when she created this powerpoint to explain The Mephistopheles Liminal Marketing strategy.

We released the first episode and I began editing part 2 - but it all fell a part one night when EP called me while I was TRIPPING the FUCK OUT and DRUNK! We both confessed our love for each other and then she proceeded to WARN ME that my boyfriend was becoming possessed by Mephistopheles and that I needed to get him away from me AT ALL COSTS and that I'd be much more impressed by her special forces husband! Look my brain is fragile if you haven't noticed, I WAS SCARED - I didn't care about her husband (who I suspect could be a damn FED BTW, don't @ me!!!!), but I did care about my soul being eternally damned to HELL!!! She sent me some hypnotic video to listen to that would "reset my nervous system" and I, being a dumb inebriated bitch, listened to it! Along with this, she kept telling me that my husband was going to do to me what her ex-husband did to her (not gonna air out the details of that trauma she wen't through but it was some really fucked up magical psychosis induced shit that I wouldn't wish on even the worst pseudo-ex girlfriend)! Long story short: I went fucking insane and had an absolutely UNHINGEDmeltdown on the telephone with her believing my husband was POSSESSED BY THE DEVIL because she said he was and I have a soft-brain and am easily mutable under the influence of drugz and alcohol hehe!

Number one magical tip for you all: never trust a pisces moon, especially one telling you your boyfriend is the DEVIL and creating cursed artwork of you loving on Goetic demons and shit. Black magic makes people behave strangely.

I woke up the next morning knowing that the chaotic BPD pisces moon energy needed to be far, far, far, away from me. The power of our enmeshed friendship was going to burn us both alive. I preformed a banishing ritual and about 10 minutes later EP announced she was leaving the internet because her baby fell out the bassinet and she needed to "basically be a christian now." The whole ordeal stressed her out pretty badly! But this is what happens when you fuck with this sort of thing. Let my retardation be a warning to you.

Shortly afterward she sent me an e-mail about her postpartum hormones causing her to go berserk on the internet (and this could be a legitimatae explanation...I think...). Of course, it was also riddled with subterranean insults placing herself in a position of heightened awareness and moral superiority over me - like really suggesting I was jealous of her house and wealth. Whatever helps you sleep at night, I love being poor and travelling with my unhinged husband in the Tantra van miss thang. She sent me the song "Are You Crying Coz I've Got a Big House?" - which is insane mars capricorn "my wealth is a show-and-tell prison" energy. The best part, of course, was this line: "DV, I have always harbored feelings for my female friends. It’s not unique to you." DAMN, LMAO!!!! RUDE MFER!!!

If I am being completely honest, of course, I'm not exempt from blame. The night where I was inebriated freaking out was SCARY AS FUCK to her and the magical aspects surrounding the scenario placed her back in that horrible space with her psychotic golem-ass ex-husband.

Did you know the word "faust" translates to "fist"?

The definition of fist is: "a person's hand when the fingers are bent in toward the palm and held there tightly, typically in order to strike a blow or grasp something."

Do you know the difference between grasping and approaching others with an open hand?

I want to make it clear to anyone reading this that my energy is a chaotic force of fire and if you really want to get close to me just know that my essence is going to burn down everything in you that is illusory! Despite the traumatic lunacy that occured I am generally thankful for meeting the psychotic little mischling lady that helped me create L!FTMZ! I love this shit! I'm proud of it! Madness is the gift that keeps giving and this is my relic to the goddess.

I could write about this for hours but the details of the entire situation are too motherfucking schizophrenic for any of you Mk Ultra Normies™ to even BEGIN to understand or entertain, and trying to explain it will just make look crazy and not in the fashionable, cool way. What I will say, is that working with deities like MEPHISTOPHELES is not for the faint hearted and if you aren't careful you will end up like me and my homegirl: DIVIDED and SELFISH AS HELL!

In conclusion, We all need to be more like Dark Marg: DETACHED AND ON ISLAND TIME!!! (A margarita a day keeps the spiritual psychosis away...)

To learn more, please consider checking out the Mephistopheles Portal.