WELCOME TO THE OCCULT UNDERGROUND.Beneath the living mirror of heaven, above the streets with secret names, there is the world of our desires: the occult underground. You are a part of this world.The occult underground is not made up of ordinary people. It comprises obsessed visionaries, mystic degenerates, hardcases with doctorates, fallen pagans, renegade scholars, drug-dealing hermaphrodites, actors who refuse to be seen or heard, military vets bent for Masons, children raised as gods, sewer dwellers, kill-crazy psychos inspired by Logan's Run, worshippers of cardboard boxes, those who know the language of cats, secret societies of grocery-store clerks, the followers of James Dean, holistic terrorists, stigmatic talk-show hosts, that kid in third grade who ate his thumb, autistic clairvoyants, old souls in new bodies, practitioners of Tantric channel-surfing, JFK-suicide conspiracists, people who believe we never landed on the moon, people who believe they landed on the moon, and people who believe they are the moon.And these are your people.And you are one of them.And every one of you knows a secret no one else understands.That it's not enough to merely believe in something.That you have to become that belief.That the world is you and when you change yourself the world changes too.The mundanes can't figure you out. It doesn't matter if you punch a clock at an auto shop or collect a six-figure salary at a global conglomerate. It's not important if you're the most reliable person at your job or if you get fired every couple months.You just have this vibe that tells the straight world not to look too closely. Normal people who get into your life get out again pretty damn quick. They don't understand that what you do is not who you are.In the occult underground, your people love you. If they don't love yoit at least they understand you. If they don't understand you, at least they tolerate you. If they don't tolerate you, at least they fear you.Beats the straight world any day of the week.
