Michelle Remembers was the first book written on the subject of Satanic ritual abuse and is an important part of the controversies beginning in the 1980s regarding Satanic ritual abuse and repressed memory. Published as non-fiction in 1977, Michelle Remembers became an international sensation, achieving bestseller status and arguably doing more than any other publication to incite the Satanic Panic of the 1980s and 1990s, a twentieth-century witchhunt in which a great many people faced trial and even imprisonment for crimes they did not commit: in many cases, for crimes that did not even happen. The popularity of the book was such that the Vatican launched an official investigation, and Hollywood studios approached the authors about movie rights. Those authors-- Michelle Smith, the self-proclaimed former object of the cult's attention, and Lawrence Pazder, her therapist-- responded enthusiastically. The story, in fact, prompted multiple investigations. The various findings should have calmed concerns that her claims were anything but the product of imagination. Sadly, however, many years passed before people stopped taking the book seriously; in some circles, people still regard the authors as brave mavericks in the fight against an imagined international satanic conspiracy. Smith claims that the cult met in Ross Bay cemetery in Victoria, British Columbia. The problem is that this old graveyard faces the bay, with houses surrounding it on the remaining three sides. Much of the grounds, including the mausoleum where key events took place, are clearly visible from the neighborhood; it would make a very poor place to hold secret, illegal rituals-- particularly in the conformist, law-abiding 1950s. Other events simply could not have occurred. Smith claims a woman lifted the plaque covering one of the graves so that she could be placed within. None of these plaques work as lids, and all are too heavy for even a very strong person to lift unassisted. She gives details of a complex car crash staged by the cult; a thorough check by reporters Debbie Nathan and Michael Snedeker failed to find any record of an accident resembling the one described within the given time-frame. She claims the Satanists cut off the middle fingers of their left hands, and that despite this conspicuous mark, they remained unidentified in their community, and remain at large, even now. Several of the rituals resemble distorted versions of certain traditional African rituals-- rituals which therapist Pazder had earlier studied. The Roman Catholic Church concluded that Michelle believed in the reality of her claims, but that they most likely originated in her mind. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtaSHDs3nO4

Reward on Moozar : http://reward-my-music.com/21508 Grave Groove We have a tip on where to find the gothrapocrypha and some info on what it will take to obtain it. We hope to get this process on film. Of his madness many things are told. I, P. Emerson Williams, Ferenc Teglas and Aidan McGoran marauded mythic R'lly'yeh, or City of Pillocks, and to have found beneath the ruins of a certain nameless desert town the shocking annals and secrets of a race of atomic supermen older than humankind. They were only different Gothramaritans, worshipping unknown entities whom they called flogsogoth and necro cryptu. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs02FUVdFj4

A scene from the dark timeline. it could be felt in the air when it was written, could be seen becoming when it was released and wait for the scaffolds to appear any morning now... http://digital.panicmachine.com/album/the-last-dream https://play.spotify.com/album/1bN2Alw2fDc1IDri3LnNyT The music that flows through P. Emerson Williams haunts his mind un til it can be given form, such as it is, like a transmission from the abyssic depths, just as the music transmits to Erich Zann. The guitar and voice arrangement grows tendrils and tentacles, being recorded in odd locations using subterranean reverberations and energies that flow thorugh the earth. This EP is a weird tale scribbled and scrabbled feverishly im the last dimming light, echoes of the last shout, the last dream. Is this collection declaimed for human ears or the watchers, to record the tale in their eternal silence? That remains to be seen. This short collection of pieces came about in the cpourse of recording the piece Den Daude Spellemannen Spiller Fremdeles, which was written to open the set P. Emerson Williams played with Jarboe during DARK MOFO for an evening of music in Hobart, Australia that included JG Thirlwell and Chelsea Wolfe. About P. Emerson Williams: P. Emerson Williams is a multi-media artist delving in music, art, writing, and video. More people listen to the sounds of P. Emerson Williams every day than realize it, for much of it is embedded in extensive transmedia projects past and ongoing. A visionary artist and an illustrator, his work takes projects spanning physical and digital media, genres and modes of performance to strange realms. "Given P. Emerson Williams extensive track record of cross-medium and genre art over the past thirty years, it is likely he will become an underground legend. This may have occurred already, yet given his reclusiveness, it’s unlikely he would notice." -James Curcio, author of Fallen Nation, Join My Cult and The Immanence of Myth P. Emerson Williams is a Necrofuturist Highwire Artist – Dr. Hyatts Black Book Omega, The Original Falcon Press, 2009 credits released October 19, 2016 P. Emerson Williams - Guitar, Vox ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T78g4fGnvdA

https://digital.panicmachine.com/album/no-future-no-past The spoils go to those who leave the most dead in in their wake, Space-Eaters rest in the luminous Now. Some entities start to seep through in the bliss line return reaching thousand far pressure In synthetic crazy contrition device. Your raw psyche drowns in its own issue as you run through places of worship in forbidden parts of town. Your form is embraced by the mouldering earth where the mist of artistic life weaves a fiction of despair ruminations. Your reality is a story created in a history factory where scholars are held in stasis with brains jacked in to be used as the CPU of the machine. Mad secret theory hiding that disease rage in a sanctum of dance, of understanding and exploiting want. You resurrect eternity, the future reality of will its sacred conspiracy. The two fake Elder devising include frantic pleasure highway dead-eyed worship. Each bridles its forces down the elements of creation in the haste of power. Forbidden are living thoughts, the saplings of consciousness in an infrahuman universe devoted to suppression. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rAjRyW2Svc