A Book Suggestion: "Tantra - the Cult of the Feminine"

I would recommend this highly inspiring book by Andre Van Lysebeth to anyone interested about genuine Tantra,  unlike the modern whitewashed and neutered new age-version of it.

Check Amazon for more info.

Devin Townsend

The charming gentleman on the right (the photo is only *slightly* manipulated), is Mr. Devin Townsend or as his fans call him, Crazy Dev (wonder why?). A (in)famous and profilic progressive metal musician from Canada.

Everyone who's into metal has probably heard about him or his famous industrial metal project, Strapping Young Lad. So had I, though it was half a year ago when I heard his music for the first time. I believe it was his solo album "Ziltoid - the Omniscient". A strange mix of twisted humour and metal space opera.

Even though it took a while to process his peculiar style of writing music, I almost instantly had a feeling that I'm going to go boinkers with his music. And, oh man, did I go boinkers when delved deeper into his back catalogue.. I practically spend a month just listening to his various albums. The man might be mad, but he's an absolute genious when it comes to music. And one has to be at least bit mad to be genius.

Check: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-minds/200903/schizophrenic-thought-madness-or-potential-genius

Facebook - cornucopia of social escapism?

Why it is that people turn into narcissistic monkeys when let loose on this cornucopia of social escapism?

I've witnessed seemingly coherenent, intelligent persons turn into drooling idiots, hell-bent on gettin as many "friends" as possible on this "adult" version of the teen original. Now, this is clearly a primitive, atavistic urge. A crave for social recognition and status within a tribe.

The problem is, the effort you bring to this goal is real (i.e. wasting your time), but the reward is just virtual. But that's okay.. People don't like to live in REALITY(tm) anymore. It's so much easier to watch it from TV instead.

Say hello to my little friend, Psycho Rabbit!

Ross Kemp on Gangs

Ross Kemp is not under the influence of gangs (i.e. like "gangs" is a new drug or something, silly!). RKoG is documentary series where this actor treads the globe in search for the most dangerous gangs. Such as the infamous Mongrel Mob on New Zealand.

Now, MM-thugs are quite a sight.. many have their faces fully covered with tribal tattoos (maori-style). Can't get a blue-collar job with such a fashion statement. Then again.. these guys are not in business for pleasantries.

Ross Kemp also covers Rio's drug gangs and their legalized counterpart, the anti-gang police.. Strangely enough, it's the police who seems more corrupt and anti-ethical than the gangs they try destroy. It's known that the police themselves kidnap and hold high-ranking gang members for ransom. Some of the boys in blue also sell weapons for the gangs (with which they of course attack the police whenever possible) WTF?!

Even though there is a bit of empty "bad ass"-posturing on Kemp's behalf, the series doesn't moralize or revere the gangs. The take is pretty neutral which I dig. Can't stand these shockumentaries catered for the stupid masses..

Rest in Earth, Sohvi the rat..

After spending some 3 months in the fridge (it was too cold to dig a grave back then) Sohvi was properly buried last Saturday 4th July. Rest well in the great rat-beyond!

It seems my "soon enough" turned to be a whopping 3 months.. Eh, sorry about that, Sohvi! I hope it didn't get too cold in the fridge. Though, you probably did not care, being dead and all.. ;-)

P.S. That's not Sohvi in the pic..

More hand-drawn Depravity from HH

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Freeze in Peace, "Sohvi the Rat"

??th ?, 2008 E.V. - 9th March, 2009 E.V.

Eat and rest well in the Embrace of Eternal Night my beloved Sohvi..

That is, eating was your hobby, your outright obsession! You were the most ravenous bitch of the pack. Always getting the prime bits before them other bitches could even get near the food. And if they even tried, you would kick their ass for real.

As if something to do with your appetite, cancer weared you down and finally took your life last monday. Now you reside in my freezer waiting for a proper burial, sorry about that. The ground is frosty right now.. but I promise I'll deliver you to the rat cemetary soon enough!

So farewell and send my regards to Mickey, Mörtti and Johannes (and all the others) in the Great Rat Beyond..

Department of Weird Shit Proudly Presents:

Four Weird Visions from Hybrid Hornet's Scrapbook. Enjoy..

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Strangeness!

Greetings, O assorted deviants and fiends!

After a long hiatus (that would be like some 9 months, though I wasn't pregnant!), HH is back again.. I (and we, depends on the viewpoint, really) feel like sharing a strange semi-lucid dream, we had last night. Here goes:

It is late evening. I meet briefly some familiar people near my apartment building. I feel tired and somehow intoxicated.. I say goodbye and walk towards my corridor. I notice that skies are somehow different.. the colours have strange abnormal hues. I think it must be due to full moon or some kind of aurora borealis-effect.
I enter the elevator and push the button to 7th floor. I now notice that elevator is made of transparent, glass-like material. I speeds up and I can see how the ground below looks distant. I get a sense of vertigo sneaking up my spine.. I have now passed the 7th floor and still the elevator goes on to the skies. I look around and the skies are now absolutely alien, like they are from another dimension alltogether. Weird green nebulaes are oozing otherworldly strangeness!

I wake up and feel a disturbing sense of detachment from reality. That is, like I would have been permanently removed from the previously so familiar consensual-reality. I know this has happened before, but still the magnitude of this experience surprised me. Something or someone incorporeal, is trying communicate with us, though I cannot understand what it tries to convey. After a while I fall to febrile sleep again. In the morning everything feels familiar, but still a lingering sense of weirdness stalks upon my consciousness. In the surfaces there is a faint residue of..

Hybrid Hornet is back.. with a vengeance!

Hell-o!

So.. you little vermins thought that HH left the planet. No such luck!

Here´s some ranting and raving about.. Dexter, the television series based on Jeff Lindsay´s book. Now, HH doesn´t usually watch that idiot box, but somehow with this series, we have made an exception. We just had.to.

The series is about one Dexter Morgan, the handsome and all-around nice blood spatter-analyst working for Miami police department. He has an unusual "thing" for blood.. in fact he is totally and absolutely fascinated and obsessed with it. And this is not just professional interest.. He also takes his work back home, so to speak.
At his leisure he act as a vigilante-assasin and dispatches.. er.. murders criminals he thinks have escaped the legal system too easily. That is child abusers, other serial killers and their ilk.

Being a professional forensic examiner, he knows how CSI (crime scene investigation) works, and thus can avoid being caught. His methods of murder are nothing short of genious. In most cases he sedates his prey with a anaesthetic shot to neck. He then drags them to a special room all covered in plastic sheets. Before killing his subjects, he takes a blood sample as a trophy. After dismembering the bodies for easier transport, he dumps them in the ocean.

Season two ended couple of weeks ago. We are very anxiously awaiting for the third season of his antisocial adventures..

Hybrid Hornet Has Left The Building

Dear Inhabitant of this Planet,

We, the Hybrid Hornet Collective, have used this "Blog" to transmit Deviant Data and Warped Visions to you, tiny humans for roughly a Earth-Year now. Some of you may have experienced Enlightenment, the others.. Eh, let´s not speak about them. Poor bastards..

Now we, the Time has Come. We must depart to our Cosmic Hive in the Sky.

Fear not, mortals!

We know that there are masses who anxiously wait for our new Offerings. Yes! Thus, a new, even more stranger twin-incarnation has emerged from the ashes of this Project. We have recently opened up a DeviantArt-gallery and a LiveJournal-blog/journal to continue our assault on the Consensus Reality.

Those of you who we have deemed Worthy will receive informative Nightmares which will lead you to the new Projects.

Goodbye!

- H.H.

Night Harvest: Alien Skull

No need to adjust the picture, the fault is in the Reality

Greetings from the Nightmare Dimension!

Word of the Night

"numinous \NOO-min-us; NYOO-\, adjective:
1. Of or pertaining to a numen; supernatural.
2. Indicating or suggesting the presence of a god; divine; holy.
3. Inspiring awe and reverence; spiritual."

Dimensions, Mandalas and Tiles

"I loaded the universe into a cannon, aimed at my brain, and fired:

Lo! Everything disintegrated into fractal explosions, the dimensions warped and shifted. I saw a geometrically tiled, pulsating hyperspace shining with incredible colors that have no names. I saw kaleidoscopic mandalas and visited palaces. Open infinities sucked my consciousness into their vortex." - Originally uttered by Frater X. (edited by HH)

Wondering already what the above is about? There is a hint in the Title of this post.

Dirt Scanner!

Dear deviants,

I experienced strange phenomena last saturday night.. It was around 5am when I woke up to the sound of myself bursting into fits of laugh. I kept repeating the words "lika-skanneri" (transl. Dirt Scanner) like it was the most hilarious joke, ever. When I regained my senses and went to take a leak at the bathroom, I remembered the dream which I had just seen.

It was about late Princess Di´s real cause of death (a blood-clot on left thigh). That is, she was already dead at the time of the car crash. The paparazzis were suspicious and anxious to discover the "real of cause of death".. I just somehow happened to know this secret which had been revealed to me via a Dirt Scanner.

Excruciating pain is an altered state of mind

Fetus in Fetu a.k.a. Parasitic Twin

Last evening my deranged German f(r)iend had sent me a link to Messenger. Just that, a bare link with no explanation whatsoever. I tried to chat back, but there was no answer.. WTF! As you would do with a suspiciously ticking mail package, I examined it with sweaty palms and sense of dread.. Then I clicked on it:

http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=2346476&page=1

Aaargghh.. My hangover had just multiplied! For the next few hours I was tormented by visions of half-developed drooling parasitic fetuses crawling upside-down in the ceiling.. So fuck you very much, Mr. L. from Germ-any.

Over and out

- HH

P.S. More of this charming phenomena: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parasitic_twin