It was the start of the year in our old Celtic lands, and we'd be waiting in our houses of wattles and clay. The barriers would be down, you see, between the real and the unreal, and the dead might be looking in to sit by our fires of turf. I am speaking of Halloween, the festival of Samhain. The last great one took place three thousand years ago, when the hills ran red with the blood of animals and children. The Olde Ones were, the Olde Ones are, and the Olde Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Olde Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. I bought this this mask with the intention of turning myself into a gateway, to hasten the return of Lord Satan and the other Olde Ones. Blessed Be and Happy Halloween!
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