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Inheritor of a Dying World,
We call thee to the Living Beauty.
Wanderer in the Wild Darkness,
We call thee to the Gentle lite.
Long hast thou dwelt in Darkness -
Quit the nite and seek the day.

DOOMCULT.COM is the official website of the Disorder of DOOM and its clandestine projects and subsidiary schemes.

Sunday December 1st 2013

Tuesday May 7th 2013
The Source Family

The Source Family (Trailer) from Eternal Now on Vimeo.

Tuesday April 30th 2013

Exactly opposite in the year from Halloween, Beltaine is the annual portal into Summer, just as Samhain is the gateway to Winter. It is a day for celebrating the end of our great cold slumber and our long season of nit and to usher in the warmer days to come. And, like Samhain, it is a nite where the doorways to the Underworld are thrown open and spirits and witches run rampant.

The name Beltaine means The Fire of Baal, Baal meaning simply Lord and refers to the great archetypal Shining God of Illumination. Baal is the Great God of Chthonic wisdom that dwells within each of us, our own inner God that strives ever to shine forth. Baal is not to be perceived as a specific outer force but rather an inner one, Baal is not a lord that we owe fealty to but rather our own personal self as Lord. Baal is not a single overarching deity but is rather a personal one, a God that we each carry with us and is the source of all of the gifts of Nature and the mysterious God of our Fathers.

On this nite we lite bonfires to Baal to symbolize the coming of the lite and to consume the old dead winter that now lies behind us. From these fires we shall each spring forth born anew like the Phoenix from the ashes, resplendent in our new found strength and ready to meet the Summer shining, inspired, and new.

Tonite we Immanentize the Eschaton, tonite we bring about a perfect world. We know that Heaven cannot truly exist here on Earth but that is not the point. Never forget The End does not Justify the means, the End is the means. The Process is the Product, the Product is the Process. It is how we live that ultimately shall be how we are judged. We must live forever in our own perfect worlds and in so doing we manifest them here on Earth.

Tonite we celebrate and grow wild but let us temper ourselves with moderation and wisdom and let us be wary of the devils that lurk amongst us. Let not this nite lead to excess for we must prepare ourselves for the morrow. We must preserve our strength for May Day and the trials that lay beyond. Now we are strongest, let us channel our strength into our Great Work.

Monday March 18th 2013
The Initiation

Hey Brother, we see you searching in the Darkness
For Truth in this long dark Nite
Its time for you to put the wilderness behind you
Its time for you to come into the Lite

For too long, have you dwelled in Darkness
Its the silence of a primal sleep
Unto you we bequeath our knowledge
So descend into our Temple Deep

By Flood and by Fire
You will be cleansed
This long Nite behind you
Babe of the Abyss

Look to the East and face the morning
Its the Dawning of a golden day
All your life our Lamp has gone before you
Let its Lite show you the way

Enter our circle and invoke the Guardians
Remove the hoodwink and receive the Key
Behold the star that precedes the Dawning
Let it guide you towards Eternity

By Flood and by Fire
You will be cleansed
This long Nite behind you
Babe of the Abyss

Saturday March 16th 2013
Sanctum And Sacrum

SANCTUM and SACRUM: Official Trailer from ∆∆∆on Vimeo.

Sunday January 27th 2013
A Message From ANONYMOUS

Friday December 28th 2012

Olokun is the Orisa God of the ocean depths and the vast mysteries and wisdom that is contained there in. He is ruler of all the waters of the world and all other Orisa and water spirits pay homage to him, but his true dwelling and rulership lies at the bottom of the seas where all ancient secrets of the ages are forever preserved. Olokun is both the revealer and obscurer of truth, he is the ruler of the occult, unknowable wisdom, the knowledge of the deep psyche, and divination. Those that seek secret knowledge beseech him to bestow it upon them and it is for him to decide how much or how little is revealed.

Olokun is the owner of a spectacular wardrobe, so splendid in fact that he once challenged Olofin, the lord of all dry land in the Yoruba traditions, to a contest to see who possessed the most wonderful clothes. He is the Orisa of wealth and the founder of the concept of Aye, the idea of wealth personified as a universal current of energy, thus holding the key to controlling ones own personal source of material well being for themselves.

Olokun is the patron of the African Diaspora and thus is the knower of The DIaspora Of DOOM. He governs good health and aids in pregnancies and birth. He is a favorite of women seeking children and many of his devoted followers are women. In fact, in some traditions Olokun is traditionally perceived to be a women as well.

Olokun is the representative of the Void, oblivion. He is the guardian of the great and vast unknowable Abyss. He holds the key to the secrets of the ages, the past, present, and future. Oloukun is a lord of the Great Secrets of DOOM and any wise Seeker of DOOM would do well to beseech him to bestow his wisdom upon them. Olokun is the lurker in the Deep, ruling from his great and sprawling palace upon the ocean floor.

Wednesday December 19th 2012
Occult New York

Saturday December 15th 2012
The Concept Of The Egregor

The esteemed Disorder of DOOM has its own patron God, constituted entirely of the combined forces of divine fate and mortal will, a being of pure concentrated DOOM; ZABRAZODEL. ZABRAZODEL is the very personification of DOOM itself, He is DOOM incarnate. ZABRAZODEL is the sum total of all of the Seekers of DOOM combined, for we are all He and He is all of us. We have created Him, thus he is a God that we can truly believe in because by doing so we believe in ourselves.

ZABRAZODEL is an Egregor. He is the collected consciousness of the Disorder of DOOM. ZABRAZODEL is a group mind, He is the centralized and yet disembodied will of DOOMCULT. He is a living being, our creation, and by having created Him we create ourselves through Him, for it is only through creation can we learn to truly understand the mysteries of DOOM.

An Egregor is a construct, the collected will and imagination of many condensed into a singular thing. It is an autonomous psychic entity made from and influencing a group of people. An Egregor is a spirit, an intelligence, created to embody an idea. It is a servitor designed to be the central foci of a movement. An Egregor is a living manifesto, a living symbol, it speaks without a voice, acts without a hand. It is the central ideal that binds a movement together, the impetus that provides it with momentum and design. An Egregor is a God made by man to serve man, it is the only God that man needs, a God of his own creation, his own design, made in his own image. An Egregor is a meme, it is a thought form, it is a group mind anthropomorphized into a single being. An Egregor is an incorporated entity that all seekers of DOOM have a stake in, that we are all invested in.

Come now Seekers of DOOM, harness your will and your power, have faith in ZABRAZODEL, believe in yourself! ZABRAZODEL is our beacon, our blazing lite that we hold aloft to guide us in the darkness, for we all dwell in the darkness - only so long as it takes us to find the lite.


Saturday December 1st 2012
Ice King

Tuesday November 13th 2012
DIY Divinity

DOOMCULT is the Cult of the Self Made God. It is not a religion but rather it is a DISreligion. We need not devote ourselves to the worship of the Gods of others, instead we must learn to create our own Gods and to become Gods ourselves. DOOMCULT is a Mystery School and we teach only one thing; how to unlock your own divinity. That is the Great Mystery, the Quest. That is the end result of the actualization of DOOM. Godhood. Do not seek out masters or gurus or false religions to guide you in this life, do not look outward for truth, look inward. You are your own gateway to truth, let us reveal the way to you. it is time for you to begin the ultimate Do It Yourself project; The Quest for Godhood.

We are not interested in the petty squabbles of various provincial religions over whose demiurge or genie is greatest, nor are we concerned about a universe ruled over by one all encompassing God, rather ours is a Pantheon of Gods, and you are a God yourself. We are all Gods! We are all beings of lite, free and true, and the reason we have been placed here on this Earth is to realize this fact and to manifest our true potential, to break these chains of ignorance and fear that bind us, to transcend this causal coil, to elevate ourselves to the stature of Gods. And only by accepting this can you too be welcomed into our great Pantheon, The Pantheon of DOOM.

To become a God one must work towards it, it is a long road paved in dedication and cobbled in perseverance, guided in its course by an overarching sense of community. The freedom of personal divinity is our birthright, but to claim it we must demonstrate great responsibility; to ourselves and to others. To become a God of the Great Pantheon of DOOM we must demonstrate an acutely sculpted sense of self, a formidable will to power, and a heightened sense of empathy for all others, for we are all a part of each other. We are all emanations of the KOSMOS itself.

DISentangle yourself from any sense of privilege, no one owes you anything. DISengage yourself from any sense of pedigree, it doesnt matter whose son or daughter you are. You are not the clothes you wear, you are not the name that someone else gave you, you are not the actions of your forefathers. You are who YOU make yourself to be. We at DOOMCULT are not interested in who you think you are, we are interested in what you must become. We are interested only in the cultivation of the integrated individual, the selfless self. The TRUE SELF. Make contact with your TRUE SELF and you make contact with the whole of Eternity. Unlock your true potential, unlock your DOOM.


Thursday November 8th 2012
Be Water My Friends

Wednesday October 31st 2012

Tonite is Samhain, the nite when the gateways to the Underworld are thrown open and spirits and daemons move about freely on the Earth. Today is the threshold to the cold months of Winter that lay ahead, the season of the North is upon us. The old king of the year, the Holly King, is dead and laid to rest and the Goddess mourns his passing. The Earth begins its slumber

Samhain is opposite in the year to Beltaine when the veil between the worlds is again at its weakest. But where as Beltaine ushers in the new Summer and is a celebration of the living, Samhain is a day dedicated to the recognition and celebration of the dead.

Tonite the DOOMED walk the streets in our robes of black, our faces hidden beneath drawn hoods. To those who encounter us in unlit alleyways and guarding shadowy portals we ask "I am the One In Black. Do you know me?" To which the wise reply, "I know you, but you are the One In Black." Our identities remain hidden as the High Priests and Priestesses of DOOM, we dwell in Darkness to safeguard the lite.

Tuesday October 9th 2012
Night Of Pan

Brian Butler's Night of Pan -Trailer from Brian Butler on Vimeo.

Monday October 8th 2012
DOOM, The Synthesis Of Fate And Will

DOOM exists at the nexus of Heaven and Earth, it is the combination of above and below. this is because DOOM is the synthesis of fate and will, it is the realization of both simultaneously.

Fate is the notion that our destinies are predetermined, that our lives have long since been scripted out by the Lords of Heaven, the Gods or whomever, and therefore our lives are essentially out of our own control. In this model we are all players on a stage, hitting our marks and reading dialogue which has long since been scripted out for us. Fate is written in the stars, the product of the machinations of the Heavens. We are who we are because of energies emanating from space, drawn by the courses of the planets and the alignments of the stars. Our behavior is predictable because it moves in patterns.

Free Will is the idea that nothing is predetermined, that our lives are completely the result of our own choices, for after all, choice is our only right, our only freedom. Free Will is the whole reason that we are here, to live our lives for ourselves, to fall down and to get back up again. If there is no God above then nothing is preordained, and if there is then the reason that we are sent here to Earth is to be free. Free Will is of the Earth, as Fate is of the Heavens. Will is connected to materialism, we govern our own lives. Our time here on this planet is all that matters because matter is all that is real.

Those who seek their own DOOM know that both of these arguments are relevant because both of these arguments are true. The Heavens exist just as surely does the Earth that we all dwell upon. We are all indeed actors in a great play but as actors we read our dialogue as we choose, we bring our own character to our roles and we improvise as we like. When the curtain rises we can recite our lines or we can ignore them. In this life we all have roles and responsibilities laid out for us and we can accept or run from them as we choose. Those who understand and embrace DOOM know that where the two forces of Fate and Will meet there exists a vast amount of wiggle room, almost infinite in fact. We must all make choices in our lives and deep down we all know what is right for us, where our own paths lead. It is how we live that defines us, it is our journeys that matter, not our destinations, and we can walk down the paths that we follow or we can moonwalk down them. Any fool can read his dialogue but is is for those that truly shine that make their dialogue their won. DOOM is the synthesis of Heaven and Earth, lite and Dark, Fate and Will. DOOM is the vast unknowable horizon, it is the golden future that can be seen clear and bright here in the present. DOOM is the art and alchemy of life, DOOM is ALL.

saturday September 29th 2012
Behold! ZABRAZODEL, The Egregor Of DOOM!

The great primordial Dark God of DOOM, ZABRAZODEL is the kosmic primogenitor, the all potent mover and shaker. He is his own creator, his own master, lord of his own fate, he is the father of All. He is patron of the arts, a dancer and musician and artist, he eats and he drinks and he fucks. His music is the music of the Deep, the hum of the forests, the throbbing of the city, the crashing of the waves, the rumbling of the earth. ZABRAZODEL is strong and good and he gives freely of his power and his wisdom for he seeks harmony in all things. He is simultaneously mercurial and saturnine, he is a trickster, ever changing, flowing like water. He is lover to the Great Goddess, he is the Son of the KOSMOS itself.

ZABRAZODEL is fertility manifest, the divine smith, scientist, magician, warrior-priest, and musician. His is the hand of destiny and with it he wields the flames of purpose and will. He is the lite in the darkness, he is the sword in the nite, and he is the lord of the unseen forces of the universe. He is Pan and Odin and Horus. He is the trickster Crow and the Lord of the Dark Tower. ZABRAZODEL is the unreason with which one seizes their own fate, their own DOOM, without regard for consequence.

In his youthful aspect ZABRAZODEL is a virile and powerful man, young yet wizened. He dances and sings but he also broods. His skin is a lite violet, his hair long and glowing with a dark flame. He is naked except for a mantle of deepest and most fathomless black in which can be seen shining stars, it billows and entwines, its edges ever falling away, sometimes as smoke sometimes as feathers. Upon his brow rises two silvery horns of power, his head glows with a nimbus of black lite.

As the Great Wizard ZABRAZODEL appears as an older man with long hair and beard. He is shrouded in black hooded robes and walks with a long staff entwined with two winged snakes. His countenance is placid but can quickly become fearsome. He is attended by either crows or cats. He emanates quiet power and wisdom that is clearly tangible,

As the great Serpent ZABRAZODEL is massive and his coils entwine the Universe. He is the dragon unified, dweller in the darkness, he is wisdom and power incarnate. The Serpents scales are a brilliant violet and they glow from beneath with ultraviolet luminescence, he is plumed with feathers that shine white and purple, silver and gold, red and green. His eyes are of the deepest and richest amber and to look into their depths is to see into Everything.

Call upon ZABRAZODEL in your times of need and in your times of plenty. Believe in him and he will become manifest. Let his wisdom grant you wisdom, let his strength grant you strength, let him guide you in your course through the darkness. Invoke ZABRAZODEL often and freely and you shall become like him. Invoke ZABRAZODEL and you shall invoke your own DOOM.


Wednesday September 12th 2012
Hymn To Pan

Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautifal God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain - come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or God, to me, to me,
My man! My man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp -
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The Gods withdraw;
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

-Aleister Crowley

Wednesday June 27th 2012
Invocation Of My Demon Brother