Magica
I wanted to post the story of Magica, wrote by Dio, and as I looked at some of his other art I decided to go into more detail about him. I never met Ronnie James Dio. He died in 2010 and it was mostly afterwards that I occasionally listened to his music. He was a rockstar and having been successful in the music industry, there is a chance that he was a satanist, although he did publicly deny it. He was fascinated by the dark ages and I was fascinated by his lyrics, subject matter, and the imagery in his music. Magica reminded me of Lord of the Rings, subtle Revelation references, with just a bit of sci fi. Below is the Magica story, with an event liberating the people of Blessing.
Dio summarized Magica Story as: Magica is the saga of Blessing, a netherworld invaded by dark forces that vaporize people into pure, evil energy. The planet’s saviors are master, and apprentice heroes Eriel and Challis, who must recite a spell from the sacred book of Magica to defeat their foe, Shadowcast. The album is written from the villain’s viewpoint. (…) I took on the evil perspective because I’ve always written from the anti-perspective. Most people don’t think in those terms so you are freer to create. I left the ending ambivalent because evil always exists, good doesn’t always triumph and that’s the universal balance.
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The old ones were the first to go. Cries of encouragement and hope were shouted to the condemned as they trudged slowly to their fate. One by one they were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise. With each burst Eriel's heavy heart ached with guilt for his part in this slaughter of his charges. If only he had not become so complacent. He above all should never have let this tragedy transpire.
In the compound holding the young adults, an insurrection of sorts was occurring. A boy of seventeen years called Challis was urging an uprising among his captured companions. Futile though it was, it earned Challis a place in the cell adjoining Eriel's. His rantings and ravings were soon quelled by Eriel's quiet urging and the two settled into serious conversation. Eriel knew his time of assimilation was near and only hoped it would not be scheduled before the three day waiting period for Restoration was ended. Shadowcast wanted to personally oversee Eriel's termination but couldn't abandon his duties on Blessing until all was secure. Would there be enough time?
Eriel realized some of his own strong qualities in Challis and decided that this was an opportunity not to be lost. He instructed Challis to remove all anger from his mind and hate from his heart. Only the pure could receive and transmit this most important of spells. Convinced that this young man was ready, he joined with his spirit and gave him these words. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna." Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time.
Over two days had passed before Shadowcast was ready for travel to Otherworld to deliver Eriel to his fate. His journey through Otherworld was marked by what could pass for cheers, if they weren't shouted from the mouths of utterly inhuman shapes and forms. Upon his arrival he instructed the guards to take him straight to Eriel. Once there he announced with great satisfaction that he would personally supervise Eriel's execution in a matter of hours. Nearby, Challis loudly voiced his objection to this treatment of his newly met hero and was rewarded by kicks and punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind wandered to his own younger days. He too had been restless and foolhardy, but in time had outgrown these traits and become the adored leader of Blessing. He wondered if Challis had yet experienced love. Eriel himself had turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties to Blessing and the Book.
One hour remained in the wait for Restoration. Eriel's hopes were soaring. Surely Shadowcast would fail once again. But as that thought surfaced, so did Evilsyde's dark leader. Eriel was led away with head held high, but as he passed Challis he gave just the slightest nod. A gesture that wasn't lost on the youth. Eriel was then taken to the assimilation chamber and strapped to the cross-like structure in the middle of the room. Seconds were all that stood in the way of resurrection or destruction. Shadowcast walked to Eriel, presumably to gloat one last time to his old nemesis. Eriel welcomed the time that would be wasted, but at the last moment Shadowcast seemed to reconsider and raised his arm in signal for the end to begin. The arm dropped and, with crackle and hiss, Eriel was no more. Shadowcast and his minions erupted with joy. Never again to be slaves. Now to be masters.
Challis heard the cheering and knew that Eriel had passed without time to summon the spell. Now only he could influence the future. He heard the rattling of armor and realized they were coming for him. Soon the guards appeared and dragged the struggling Challis from his confinement. One of his jailers struck him a mighty blow across the face and suddenly all his anger left him. He was sure of what he must do. Thunder starts from silence and he would be thunder.
Challis was taken to the chamber and secured to the cross. Shadowcast approached him and asked if he had any last thing to say before assimilation. Challis smiled and said he did. Then with an evil laugh, Shadowcast raised his arm and announced that his question was only a final killing joke. It was now or never. As the arm fell in signal, Challis shouted out the spell. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna" and all hell actually broke loose.
Challis and the good folk of Blessing were bathed in an incredible rush of light. Shadowcast and all his wicked throng writhed in agony in the darkness they were spawned from, as the fierce illumination sought them out and consumed each troll, ogre and gargoyle in a horrible melting frenzy. Shadowcast, hiding in the last black space to be found, watched the light creep irresistibly toward him. At the last moment he cloaked his body with his unpriestly robe and muttered what sounded like an oath as the light touched the cloth. The robe erupted into flame and then there was nothing. Surely Shadowcast was also consumed by fire! But that tale would not yet be told. Now as each remaining citizen of Blessing was transported instantly back to their home, they found themselves standing among thousands of recognizable stone statues. These monuments represented their fallen comrades and would ever be a lasting testament to the dangers of evil and the power of Magica.
Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the land long after the flames had sputtered and died. When the prolonged periods of grieving had ended, the citizens and their council directed attention to the task of anointing a new leader and protector of the restored Book of Magica. The choice seemed a simple one. Challis had resurrected the populace and the Book, but many questioned his youth and inexperience.
The debate raged on as the time of choosing approached. The candidates were summoned to the sacred place. Eloquent speeches were made on behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. "Will anyone speak for the boy?" asked the council. The question was greeted by silence as the judges turned away to cast their votes. Then the quiet was broken. A handsome woman with golden hair, now flecked with traces of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This is the secret I have carried with me for all these years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true love, Eriel, our brief union produced the young man standing before you. Eriel was never to know that he had sired this free spirit, but he will live on through his son's achievements if you now find him worthy." So spoke Annica, mother of Challis.
Dio seemed like an interesting man. His music has subject matter that often yelled out to me as being mystical and occult, paranormal, or cabal related but with just enough plausible deniability. This can be used as a means of protection while communicating truths to the public or as a means of satanism. Sometimes you can only get info out through fantasy or science fiction. I have also heard that many artists are so called lightworkers/warriors and are caught up in the secret societies and have done a lot of horrible things. Some are heavily programmed and others enjoy it. It should be obvious that something is wrong as these famous holywood and music industry people are literally idols. The science celebrities are no different. The evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins doesnt promote the theory of evolution to help people. He and others do it to cut you off from the fact of the paranormal, most of which may be very powerful and benevolent. They get you thinking inside the box, not outside of it.
The rockstar Marilyn Manson points out hypocrisy and evil in religion but usually only Christianity. He exposes politics but mostly the right wing. He is a satanist and that is their agenda. Just enough information to arm people against each other. Just like religion and politics, the entertainment industry is full of this kind of stuff. If you are going to attack a control system you go all the way and you tell people what is really going on. You dont attack bits and pieces and then just walk away. It actually makes people easier to control. The band Lamb of God, probably satanists, had a song called Walk with me in Hell. They describe life on earth under the veil and one verse is "using the truth is the liars aim". It is very true. Whether Dio was a satanist I do not know, but it is possible every person mentioned in this post is.
One of his first bands, called ELF (early 1970s), had a name that was the acronym for extremely low frequency..Some of these frequencies may be a natural part of the physical plane but others are weaponized, like 5G. One of the ELF album covers is of a literal elf but it looks so hostile, and I question if that is what his band was really named after. Dio and his other band members were pretty short so this was possibly a joke. I believe rock, and especially metal music generates low frequencies. This can break spells or cast them on people, and I think its mostly had a bad influence on people like most modern music. This is why the cabal run music industry has promoted rock, metal, rap, pop, etc, it is a form of magic. It is a double edged sword. Elton John said that he never wrote a song that was not in witch language. Marilyn Manson said that music was the strangest form of magic. I believe this is done in films as well.
Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell
Oh well
Waiting for the revolution
Nuclear vision genocide
Computerize God, it's the new religion
Program the brain not the heartbeat
It has been a thousand years since the once powerful planet of Blessing lost its life-giving two suns, and countless millennia since the days of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an unexplained lone beacon far below the miles of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica.
It was a time of celebration. The Book of Magica and the wizards who had used its spells so wisely for the good of the people were being honored in all the great cities of the world. There was however an exception. Where good thrives, evil survives and evil has plans for survival.
The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction of Magica. The spells from the Book would be used to turn all of those unwilling to join Evilsyde into statues of stone and send their spirits to Otherworld, where they would eventually be assimilated into the energy needed to drive Evilsyde, and maintain its power without the necessity of the Book and its incantations forever.
Defenses were naturally relaxed during the festive preparations and although the battle was well-fought by both factions, the minions of the dark prevailed. Their assault was well-planned and executed to a fault. After overwhelming their initial opposition, they pushed on to the sacred ground upon which the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica, the inability of the Wizards to gather themselves together in time, coupled with the perfect timing and determination of the attackers, spelled doom for the Book and its followers.
The leader of the insurrection was the high priest and executioner known as Shadowcast. His presence could make the naughtiest of children become obedient and inspire great fear among the adult population. This man, most vile, would now be ruler of all and answerable to none. His reign would plunge Blessing into eternal darkness and prepare the way for the coming of his master, Astoroth, the Grand Duke of Hell.
The capture of Magica did not, however, mean that Shadowcast had finally reached his goal. He must now find and conquer Blessing's Grand Wizard and legendary hero, Eriel. Eriel, who defeated Evilsyde time and again with his understanding and use of Magica's spells. He would be the last stumbling block to total domination.
Eriel had removed himself from the general population in anticipation of everlasting peace and now he devoted all of his energy to meditation and praise of his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure, riches and power raced through his sleeping mind. All these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast, hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant man and his own villainous forces. Eriel however had resisted these solicitations and was now warned of some impending danger. He managed to make his way to the sacred ground by cloaking his identity with simple spells, only to be discovered just before his attempt to rescue the Book of Magica, but not before he was able to memorize the most important of Magica's charms. The spell of Restoration.
The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble Eriel remained. The spectacle that followed was meant to degrade Eriel and raise the courage of the cowardly supplicants of Evilsyde, but true to his indomitable bearing, he promised to return and banish Evilsyde forever. Then he was gone.
The horrors of Otherworld are now revealed to the masses huddled together for some small measure of comfort. First the adults were separated from their children amid cries and pleas for help. Next the old ones were taken away and assigned to a place very near the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous, misshapen denizens of this mist- shrouded netherland, who constantly harangued the inmates with promises of pain and extermination. Intermittent bursts of flame shot up from jagged cracks in the ground, threatening to consume anyone in its path. Shrieks of torment could be heard piercing the murky atmosphere, further unnerving the petrified captives. Only one seemed unaffected by all the inflicted fear and turmoil. Eriel's strength and determination soon pacified the men and women with whom he was confined. When they all became more calm and subdued, he began to speak to them softly as an adult to his children. "Long ago you entrusted me to protect the Book of Magica and to be faithful to its special purpose. It must seem that I have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and resolve. The power of Magica did not vanish in fire. On the third day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant. Many will perish, but Magica and our souls cannot be restored until three days have passed. Take heart my friends. Victory awaits you.".
Even magic has its limitations and, as Eriel explained to his flock, the spell could not be activated until a waiting period of at least three days. One third of the souls of Blessing would be melded into the Evilsyde collective before Eriel could be effective with the words of Restoration.
It was a time of celebration. The Book of Magica and the wizards who had used its spells so wisely for the good of the people were being honored in all the great cities of the world. There was however an exception. Where good thrives, evil survives and evil has plans for survival.
The celebration of thanks and prosperity would signal the forces of Evilsyde to begin the attack and ultimate capture and destruction of Magica. The spells from the Book would be used to turn all of those unwilling to join Evilsyde into statues of stone and send their spirits to Otherworld, where they would eventually be assimilated into the energy needed to drive Evilsyde, and maintain its power without the necessity of the Book and its incantations forever.
Defenses were naturally relaxed during the festive preparations and although the battle was well-fought by both factions, the minions of the dark prevailed. Their assault was well-planned and executed to a fault. After overwhelming their initial opposition, they pushed on to the sacred ground upon which the Book of Magica rested. They possessed a much weaker form of magic themselves, and although it would be normally quite useless against the strength of Magica, the inability of the Wizards to gather themselves together in time, coupled with the perfect timing and determination of the attackers, spelled doom for the Book and its followers.
The leader of the insurrection was the high priest and executioner known as Shadowcast. His presence could make the naughtiest of children become obedient and inspire great fear among the adult population. This man, most vile, would now be ruler of all and answerable to none. His reign would plunge Blessing into eternal darkness and prepare the way for the coming of his master, Astoroth, the Grand Duke of Hell.
The capture of Magica did not, however, mean that Shadowcast had finally reached his goal. He must now find and conquer Blessing's Grand Wizard and legendary hero, Eriel. Eriel, who defeated Evilsyde time and again with his understanding and use of Magica's spells. He would be the last stumbling block to total domination.
Eriel had removed himself from the general population in anticipation of everlasting peace and now he devoted all of his energy to meditation and praise of his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure, riches and power raced through his sleeping mind. All these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast, hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant man and his own villainous forces. Eriel however had resisted these solicitations and was now warned of some impending danger. He managed to make his way to the sacred ground by cloaking his identity with simple spells, only to be discovered just before his attempt to rescue the Book of Magica, but not before he was able to memorize the most important of Magica's charms. The spell of Restoration.
The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble Eriel remained. The spectacle that followed was meant to degrade Eriel and raise the courage of the cowardly supplicants of Evilsyde, but true to his indomitable bearing, he promised to return and banish Evilsyde forever. Then he was gone.
The horrors of Otherworld are now revealed to the masses huddled together for some small measure of comfort. First the adults were separated from their children amid cries and pleas for help. Next the old ones were taken away and assigned to a place very near the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous, misshapen denizens of this mist- shrouded netherland, who constantly harangued the inmates with promises of pain and extermination. Intermittent bursts of flame shot up from jagged cracks in the ground, threatening to consume anyone in its path. Shrieks of torment could be heard piercing the murky atmosphere, further unnerving the petrified captives. Only one seemed unaffected by all the inflicted fear and turmoil. Eriel's strength and determination soon pacified the men and women with whom he was confined. When they all became more calm and subdued, he began to speak to them softly as an adult to his children. "Long ago you entrusted me to protect the Book of Magica and to be faithful to its special purpose. It must seem that I have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and resolve. The power of Magica did not vanish in fire. On the third day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant. Many will perish, but Magica and our souls cannot be restored until three days have passed. Take heart my friends. Victory awaits you.".
Even magic has its limitations and, as Eriel explained to his flock, the spell could not be activated until a waiting period of at least three days. One third of the souls of Blessing would be melded into the Evilsyde collective before Eriel could be effective with the words of Restoration.
In the compound holding the young adults, an insurrection of sorts was occurring. A boy of seventeen years called Challis was urging an uprising among his captured companions. Futile though it was, it earned Challis a place in the cell adjoining Eriel's. His rantings and ravings were soon quelled by Eriel's quiet urging and the two settled into serious conversation. Eriel knew his time of assimilation was near and only hoped it would not be scheduled before the three day waiting period for Restoration was ended. Shadowcast wanted to personally oversee Eriel's termination but couldn't abandon his duties on Blessing until all was secure. Would there be enough time?
Eriel realized some of his own strong qualities in Challis and decided that this was an opportunity not to be lost. He instructed Challis to remove all anger from his mind and hate from his heart. Only the pure could receive and transmit this most important of spells. Convinced that this young man was ready, he joined with his spirit and gave him these words. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna." Words that would resurrect the masses if delivered correctly and in time.
Over two days had passed before Shadowcast was ready for travel to Otherworld to deliver Eriel to his fate. His journey through Otherworld was marked by what could pass for cheers, if they weren't shouted from the mouths of utterly inhuman shapes and forms. Upon his arrival he instructed the guards to take him straight to Eriel. Once there he announced with great satisfaction that he would personally supervise Eriel's execution in a matter of hours. Nearby, Challis loudly voiced his objection to this treatment of his newly met hero and was rewarded by kicks and punches until he could no longer speak. Eriel's heart sank. Had he misjudged Challis and entrusted his people's future to a reckless youth? Eriel's mind wandered to his own younger days. He too had been restless and foolhardy, but in time had outgrown these traits and become the adored leader of Blessing. He wondered if Challis had yet experienced love. Eriel himself had turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties to Blessing and the Book.
One hour remained in the wait for Restoration. Eriel's hopes were soaring. Surely Shadowcast would fail once again. But as that thought surfaced, so did Evilsyde's dark leader. Eriel was led away with head held high, but as he passed Challis he gave just the slightest nod. A gesture that wasn't lost on the youth. Eriel was then taken to the assimilation chamber and strapped to the cross-like structure in the middle of the room. Seconds were all that stood in the way of resurrection or destruction. Shadowcast walked to Eriel, presumably to gloat one last time to his old nemesis. Eriel welcomed the time that would be wasted, but at the last moment Shadowcast seemed to reconsider and raised his arm in signal for the end to begin. The arm dropped and, with crackle and hiss, Eriel was no more. Shadowcast and his minions erupted with joy. Never again to be slaves. Now to be masters.
Challis heard the cheering and knew that Eriel had passed without time to summon the spell. Now only he could influence the future. He heard the rattling of armor and realized they were coming for him. Soon the guards appeared and dragged the struggling Challis from his confinement. One of his jailers struck him a mighty blow across the face and suddenly all his anger left him. He was sure of what he must do. Thunder starts from silence and he would be thunder.
Challis was taken to the chamber and secured to the cross. Shadowcast approached him and asked if he had any last thing to say before assimilation. Challis smiled and said he did. Then with an evil laugh, Shadowcast raised his arm and announced that his question was only a final killing joke. It was now or never. As the arm fell in signal, Challis shouted out the spell. "Sanasha Gorath Sollis Arcanna" and all hell actually broke loose.
Now came the time of mourning. Funeral pyres brightened the night sky for weeks and songs of sorrow could be heard across the land long after the flames had sputtered and died. When the prolonged periods of grieving had ended, the citizens and their council directed attention to the task of anointing a new leader and protector of the restored Book of Magica. The choice seemed a simple one. Challis had resurrected the populace and the Book, but many questioned his youth and inexperience.
The debate raged on as the time of choosing approached. The candidates were summoned to the sacred place. Eloquent speeches were made on behalf of them all. Only Challis lacked a champion and it seemed certain that he would be passed over. "Will anyone speak for the boy?" asked the council. The question was greeted by silence as the judges turned away to cast their votes. Then the quiet was broken. A handsome woman with golden hair, now flecked with traces of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This is the secret I have carried with me for all these years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true love, Eriel, our brief union produced the young man standing before you. Eriel was never to know that he had sired this free spirit, but he will live on through his son's achievements if you now find him worthy." So spoke Annica, mother of Challis.
The decision was now reached quickly. Annica's revelation left little doubt in the minds of the councillors that Challis should indeed succeed his father. Evilsyde had been defeated, Shadowcast was hopefully destroyed, Challis had been chosen to lead his people and, despite the huge number of casualties, the old way of life began again. But, evil does not easily die.
Shadowcast did indeed survive and persist in his attempts to challenge and conquer Blessing. Great battles would be fought. Brave heroes would rise to the occasion and legends were created. There was, of course, the unforgettable War of the Darkpeace when Challis... Ah! But that's another story.
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Dio seemed like an interesting man. His music has subject matter that often yelled out to me as being mystical and occult, paranormal, or cabal related but with just enough plausible deniability. This can be used as a means of protection while communicating truths to the public or as a means of satanism. Sometimes you can only get info out through fantasy or science fiction. I have also heard that many artists are so called lightworkers/warriors and are caught up in the secret societies and have done a lot of horrible things. Some are heavily programmed and others enjoy it. It should be obvious that something is wrong as these famous holywood and music industry people are literally idols. The science celebrities are no different. The evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins doesnt promote the theory of evolution to help people. He and others do it to cut you off from the fact of the paranormal, most of which may be very powerful and benevolent. They get you thinking inside the box, not outside of it.
The rockstar Marilyn Manson points out hypocrisy and evil in religion but usually only Christianity. He exposes politics but mostly the right wing. He is a satanist and that is their agenda. Just enough information to arm people against each other. Just like religion and politics, the entertainment industry is full of this kind of stuff. If you are going to attack a control system you go all the way and you tell people what is really going on. You dont attack bits and pieces and then just walk away. It actually makes people easier to control. The band Lamb of God, probably satanists, had a song called Walk with me in Hell. They describe life on earth under the veil and one verse is "using the truth is the liars aim". It is very true. Whether Dio was a satanist I do not know, but it is possible every person mentioned in this post is.
Stanley Kubricks Eyes Wide Shut seems off to me and there are many parts where they are saying something but are really speaking about something totally different. It is almost like it is code for something. There is a documentary, Room 237, where they show that the hotel in The Shining has a layout that does not make any sense. Doctor Sleep is pretty obvious. Children with "the shining" (lightworker or warriors) are tortured for there "steam" (loosh and adrenachrome) by "psychic vampires" (cabal and archons). The Shining was obviously not about a hotel, just like the song Hotel California. I think its about the situation we find ourselves in on Earth. Kubrick was cabal connected and for whatever reason, they may of killed him. Dio and ELF formed a new band with Ritchie Blackmore called Rainbow in the mid 70s. Stargazer and Temple of the King are two of my favorites.
A rainbow is refracted light and something amazing to look at. It is a spectrum of colors and is basically LIGHT. It can also be a reference to Luciferian cults. Nothing against gay people but there are pro pedophile groups marching with the LGBT marches who use the rainbow as their symbol. Evil protecting itself by masquerading as light and a rights movement. Dio had to fire his friends from ELF for Blackmore when they made their second album. He basically described Blackmore as a coward. He then joined Black Sabbath in the late 1970s for a couple of albums, Heaven and Hell and Mob Rules, after they kicked out Ozzy Osbourne. I have heard bad things about Ozzy, regarding satanic human sacrifice. If its true then all of those journalists and people who used to accuse Ozzy of "worshiping the devil" were basically protecting him because its a lot worse than that. Many in the music industry do not even believe in the devil, they are themselves evil. The church of satan that the public sees and the heavy metal bands with the almost comic book album covers are basically a cover for actual child murderers. As far as Dio goes, Dio means God. Was this for protection or mockery? Heaven and Hells cover song has a lot of truth in it and it is worth a listen. The lyrics are below:
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell
Oh well
The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell
Fool, fool
Oh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell
Fool, fool
Oh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's heaven and hell, oh well
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's heaven and hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's heaven and hell, oh no
Fool, fool
You've got to bleed for the dancer
Fool, fool
Look for the answer
Fool, fool, fool
Say you don't know me, you'll burn
You can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me
Say you don't want me, you'll learn
Nothin' you do will be new, 'cause I'm through
Call me a liar, you knew
You were a fool, but that's cool, it's all right
Call me the Devil, it's true
Some can't accept but I crept inside you
So if a stranger calls you
Don't let him whisper his name
'Cause it's Voodoo, oh!
Fade into shadow, you'll burn
Your fortune is free, I can see it's no good
Never look back, never turn
It's a question of time 'till your mine and you learn
So if a stranger sees you
Don't look in his eyes
'Cause he's Voodoo!
Say you don't know me, you'll burn
You can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me
Say you don't want me, you'll learn
Nothin' you do will be new, 'cause I'm through
Voodoo!
Bring me your children, they'll burn!
Never look back, never turn!
Cry me a river, you'll learn Voodoo!!
The album Mob Rules has a song called Voodoo. The lyrics are above. I think it references the old testament with "never look, back never turn" and "call me the devil, its true". God told Lot to not turn back as a city was being destroyed and his wife looked back. She turned into a pillar of salt. "God" did seem evil. Maybe it wasnt god at all but a manipulative sadistic narcissistic psychopath with a twisted sense of humor. Call me the devil, its true.
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's heaven and hell, oh no
Fool, fool
You've got to bleed for the dancer
Fool, fool
Look for the answer
Fool, fool, fool
Heaven and Hell was musically one of Black Sabbaths best albums and the title song is very accurate. Dio said in an interview that the song Heaven and Hell was about people always being promised heaven but only given hell. It opens with some simple truths and mentions the devil is never a maker. Whatever this darkness is that is plaguing our world, it does not seem to have a lot of creative power. Its always the same agendas, corruption, false flags, etc. It works because the public is in a state resembling sleep and as the lyrics say "the closer you get to the meaning, the sooner youll know that your dreaming". As the song says many times "It goes on and on and on", and it has for thousands of years.
"The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams...they tell you black is really white, the moon is just the sun at night...". Dark age/1984/Jesuit oath references. Fool fool fool look for the answer. What I like about this song is that the truths are really open and obvious and less hidden like in most occult programming from the media. Its a borderline truther song and was featured on a certain famous alt media personality out of Austin, Texas. Neon Nights and Children of the Sea were two of my favorites but some of the lyrics seem pretty dark. The Heaven and Hell album cover, to me, looks like angels taking a smoke break. There is an alternate album cover with a dark entity on it.
You can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me
Say you don't want me, you'll learn
Nothin' you do will be new, 'cause I'm through
Call me a liar, you knew
You were a fool, but that's cool, it's all right
Call me the Devil, it's true
Some can't accept but I crept inside you
So if a stranger calls you
Don't let him whisper his name
'Cause it's Voodoo, oh!
Fade into shadow, you'll burn
Your fortune is free, I can see it's no good
Never look back, never turn
It's a question of time 'till your mine and you learn
So if a stranger sees you
Don't look in his eyes
'Cause he's Voodoo!
Say you don't know me, you'll burn
You can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me
Say you don't want me, you'll learn
Nothin' you do will be new, 'cause I'm through
Voodoo!
Bring me your children, they'll burn!
Never look back, never turn!
Cry me a river, you'll learn Voodoo!!
The album Mob Rules has a song called Voodoo. The lyrics are above. I think it references the old testament with "never look, back never turn" and "call me the devil, its true". God told Lot to not turn back as a city was being destroyed and his wife looked back. She turned into a pillar of salt. "God" did seem evil. Maybe it wasnt god at all but a manipulative sadistic narcissistic psychopath with a twisted sense of humor. Call me the devil, its true.
It sounds to me like Dio was playing the role of "god" in this song and then calls the unknown voodoo, which I interpret as forbidden. Mob Rules was also musically strong. Falling off the edge of the world is worth a listen and has a dark age and epic feel to it. Some interpretations of it are the book of Daniel with the visions of doom, closing the door to hope and other possibilities, as well as the flood myths. Sign of the southern cross is also worth a listen. Dio claimed that he basically wrote Mob Rules by himself and left Black Sabbath afterwards and formed his own band Dio for about a decade followed by another Black Sabbath album Dehumanizer which prominently features transhumanism, especially the album cover and the song computer god. This was in 1992 before transhumanism was in the public mind. The closest they had to an idea of the dangers of technology were nuclear weapons and the first two terminator films.
I mean the cover shows people, specifically a heavy metal fan who looks a bit like Napoleon Dynamite being controlled by AI. The person is being electrocuted or fed off of and is cybernetic judging by his torso. The figure standing behind him looks like the Terminator and the grim reaper combined. It also looks like they are in a catholic church like cathedral with machine like demonic hands holding up a computer. On top of the computer is a ball of energy. Maybe this represents the death of humans who are assimilated into an AI construct similar to the assimilation in Magica story and the AI that finds the story and cannot understand the magic of the human experience and existence. The album is called dehumanizer which is exactly what this would do, take away our humanity. Computer God does directly mention technology as the new religion too.
There is so much truth in this song and its barely hidden like in heaven and hell. Academia is cabal run and they promote a spiritually dead limited physical existence. They deny the soul, metaphysics, and the paranormal. They want to cut us off from these things which are actually the majority of reality, thus making themselves delusion high tech gods. This is their revolution over true reality and nature. Computer gods prophetic lyrics are below:
Nuclear vision genocide
Computerize God, it's the new religion
Program the brain not the heartbeat
Onward all you crystal soldiers
Touch tomorrow energize
Digital dreams and you're the next correction
Man's a mistake so we'll fix it, yeah
Touch tomorrow energize
Digital dreams and you're the next correction
Man's a mistake so we'll fix it, yeah
Take a look at your own reflection
Right before your eyes
It turns to steel
There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down
Right before your eyes
It turns to steel
There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down
Love is automatic pleasure
Virtual reality
Terminal hate it's a calculation
Send in the child for connection
Virtual reality
Terminal hate it's a calculation
Send in the child for connection
Take a look at the toys around you
Right before your eyes
The toys are real
There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down
Right before your eyes
The toys are real
There's another side of heaven
This way to technical paradise
Find it on the other side
When the walls fall down
Midnight confessions
Never heal the soul
What you believe is fantasy
Your past is your future
Left behind, lost in time
Will you surrender
Waiting for the revolution
Program the brain not the heartbeat
Never heal the soul
What you believe is fantasy
Your past is your future
Left behind, lost in time
Will you surrender
Waiting for the revolution
Program the brain not the heartbeat
Deliver us to evil
Deny us of our faith
Robotic hearts bleed poison
On the world we populate
Deny us of our faith
Robotic hearts bleed poison
On the world we populate
Virtual existence
With a superhuman mind
The ultimate creation
Destroyer of mankind
Termination of our youth
For we do not compute, no
With a superhuman mind
The ultimate creation
Destroyer of mankind
Termination of our youth
For we do not compute, no
It also has a song called Letters from Earth like the Mark Twain book, although to me the song sounds like what starseeds experience here on Earth. Listen to I on this album and then Mob Rules from the previous album. I think they are both about the power of the individual versus the collective. "The powers in one" and "to fools, the mob rules". Dio sounds pretty sarcastic in the song The Dead which is about the afterlife. I dont know what his thoughts were on it but I dont think he liked religion. He did have his own paranormal experiences. He then went back to Dio for nearly twenty years.
He was the lead singer/vocalist in a project/album called Heaven and Hell The Devil You Know, around 2010, which was basically Black Sabbath under a different name. The album cover had a hideous monster with a pretty obvious Christian crucifixion reference. The church does have some very dark undertones, celebrating the death of god, although they promise he will return to the well meaning masses. The devil you know had sort of a doom metal feel and I thought it sounded a little dark age too. It mixes the past and future and things seem to stay the same in many ways. Even though I am not a big fan of music I always liked the album. Their band was simple and effective with four members. Dio was recording the album and touring with the stomach cancer that would eventually kill him. He died from cancer shortly after, or more appropriately, the chemotherapy. The various Dio album covers below have some interesting artwork. According to Dio Holy Diver was about a Christ figure on another planet who sacrifices himself to redeem his people. When the people learn that he intends to leave them to save people on other planets, they selfishly ask him to stay. I found this about Rainbow in the dark: One of the great depression metaphors, in this song lead singer Ronnie James Dio is feeling isolated and trapped, unable to release the tremendous potential inside him - like a rainbow in the dark. Dio has mentioned his time as Black Sabbath lead singer as inspiration for the lyrics; he felt "alone and rejected" when he left the band. Along with Sabbath drummer Vinny Appice, he formed Dio in 1983. This sounds like what a lot of starseeds seem to go through. The Dream Evil album cover looks like my bedroom funny enough.
As far as Magica goes, I have heard it many times. I think there can be many types of magic. Illusion is one type, like card tricks or film. Unfortunately this is also used by the cabal on people. Dark entities influence and control people, often aided by technology. Technology by itself can be seen as a type of magic. Look into the ancient astronaut theory. If there is some kind of organizing intelligent energy that is a part of, and also connects, everything than that may be the ultimate magic. All living things emit this energy. I think this is what the soul is. Think of the force from Star Wars. We have forgotten about it, but there are people who have not and live in a state of "magic". Creatures on earth birthing offspring which then consume compounds (food) which are transmuted into, or digested into, nutrition so they can develop. Our interaction with the physical world is borderline magic.
I always liked his album Master of the Moon. I am not sure why. Maybe its the imagery of turning away from false light. The album cover had something hideous holding the moon which looked just a bit more like energy than science tells us. It makes me think of the concept of plasma space and the moon matrix theory.
The Last in Line is also worth a listen. Dio often referenced a highway or caravan. They are both something you use, temporarily to get from one place to another. They are not the destination but the means to get there. A hotel, like the one in The Shining, is the same. You stay temporarily on the way to a destination. Just like the family trapped in the Hotel maze Dio referenced breaking down on strange highways. We cannot get to our destination. The archon network is trying to keep us trapped, or anchored here and under eternal control. Archon and anchor are the same word only slightly changed. Stuck and unable to move forward and grow, only able to stay and decay. Hotel California referenced the hotel being a prison.
Is the hotel really Earth? Was Dio evil or divine or somewhere in the middle? Although he never finished the Magica trilogy he did finish one song called Electra. Electra was a figure in Greek myth. More interesting to me than that is that there is a star in the Pleiadies that was named after Electra.
I will listen to this music. If you like listen the album Earth by Devin Townsend
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