The Whisperer

Hello, valued traveller. Welcome to my little online space.

As you may know, I go by the pseudonym "The Whisperer".

Edgy, I know. Don't worry, you'll be seeing a lot more of my insufferable edgelording as this blog progresses. Tell you what? You can just call me Sam if you'd like. :)

Anywho, let's get into the introductory phase.

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A little about me:

◇ I am a self-proclaimed Artist, Writer, Occultist, Chaote, History-Enjoyer, Plantkeeper, Dumpster Diver, and Taxidermy Enthusiast.

◇ Some of the things you will see in this blog include, but are not limited to:

Discussion of Horror Movies

Discussion of Music (Alternative Rock, Goth Rock, Hard Rock, Death Metal, Black Metal, Thrash Metal, Gothic Metal, and Doom Metal just to name a good handful)

Random Musings

Witchcraft/Occultism—Sigils, Writings, Ritual Successes, Opinions, etc.

Morbid Facts/Topics

Crafts/Art/DIY

...And of course, memes.

◇ My pronouns are He/Him, but I'm also okay with It/Its because of... Well, my pseudonym. Keeps it eldritch and primordial, just the way I like it.

◇ I am Canadian-American, originally from Alberta, holding dual citizenship yet currently residing in the United States.

◇ I am mostly Asexual and possibly some degree of Aromantic.

◇ I am autistic. I say this because sometimes I say or do things that are misinterpreted by people as backhanded rudeness or sarcasm, which is rarely ever the case. Also, I use tone tags here and there when I feel it's needed.

Want to know anything else? Feel free to click the "Scream into the void" (AMA) button. I won't bite.

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Disclaimer: I do not have an established DNI list, at least yet. Instead, I just block everything that mildly inconveniences me very freely like a maniac.

As always, graphic content will be marked with a "read more" for your convenience.

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Second Disclaimer:

I am a sick fuck who likes to read sick fucking things. If you have a problem with that, you'd probably benefit from clicking off.

As always,

Have fun!

One of the lakes I spend my time at. Beautiful, isn't she?

The rednecks that fish this place often trash her with fishing lures/hooks, metal, wrappers, beer cans, and tons of string. It hurts to see sometimes, especially noting the fact that some of the wildlife can get caught in the string or poked by the metal.

I clean it up—two weeks later, the water is back to where it was.

Sometimes I wish I could cleanse this world of people like them. I'm trying to be a tranquil ray of moonlight, but believe me when I say that I want to tie people like this to a pole and throw their trash and hooks at them.

When was this? Exactly two days before his assassination.

Of course Jezebel edited the article shortly after and apologized—saying they don't support political violence—but this is going in my top 100 list of "WTF, wow" moments.

I had a dream a couple of nights ago where a demon in a half-goat form came up to me and asked if I wanted to learn something. I didn't say yes or no, just kept staring at it awkwardly, but it just went something along the lines of "Well too bad, sit down."

I sat down at a desk with a paper in front of me, and I learned something from that dream entity as they stood over me. It actually had me going "Wait, this makes a little too much sense but I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this" when I woke up. It finally clicked with me just now.

So, letters of the alphabet have numerical value to them.

A = 0 because A is alpha, meaning beginning. Life begins at nothing, 0% progress.

Now going forward:

B = 1

C = 2

D = 3

E = 4

...

And so on, until you reach Z, which hits exactly 25. That's the Omega number, the end. 25 is complete, the end of a cycle before it resets to zero.

Now that you have the numerical values of these letters, you can figure out the number correlating to a certain word, name, phrase, anything you can spell out with the alphabet really. All you do is take your word/phrase, such as:

MONEY

Going forward, MONEY is 12 + 14 + 13 + 4 + 24.

So, therefore, the number for money is 67.

There are two things you can do from now. Keep it at 67, or use the numerology method to reduce it to 7+6 (13) then 1+3, which finally leads to 4 being one of the money numbers you can use for whatever.

"Hey, O' Whisperer of the Void mine, what do I do if my prompt is "Obtain 500 Cats?" Where does the 500 go?"

Simple. Account for your "Obtain Cats", then add the 500 to your number and reduce if you wish. This is specifying the amount directly.

Also, you can use the initials of two people (Let's say M + Z for example) which is 12 + 24 (35), then reduce it to 3+5 if you'd like which is eight. Therefore, their number together is an 8, or just a 35.

(I consider even numbers much less cold, rigid, and authoritarian than odd numbers, but I'm autistic so take this like my weird inner UPG. I have no idea what goes on in my own head myself.)

If I remember, I'll make a quick number reference chart, but it's pretty easy. Just start with A at 0 and work your way up to Z, which is 25.

Note: Different wordings will have different numerical outcomes, that's just a result of... Well... letters spelling words differently even if they mean the same thing fundamentally. It's kind of like a sigil, so experiment with your favorite wording and see what happens!

To be fair, I hate temperatures above 20°C (Or 70° in Freedom Units), but I feel like the seasons have their own benefits if I can get past the spontaneously-combusting-in-the-summer thing.

Winter is hands down, 100%, my favourite. Cold, no mosquitoes, lots of snow, best dumpster diving season, I get to wear my coats and black clothes 24/7, and late winter is arguably the best time for bone hunting for animals that died the previous year because there's barely any foliage. Also my birthday time!

Spring is my prime foraging and hiking month. I love to forage for morels and other spring mushrooms. Not too hot unless you live in the Lake of Fire part of America, and also a decent opportunity for bone hunting as well—but this is when the mosquitoes begin to wake up, and it is the bane of my effing existence.

Summer is fucked; I spend my time inside most of this season. However, it has its perks. Summer is my best season to forage for topping off my mugwort smoking reserves and harvest a lot of my domestic herbs that were planted in spring. I also tend to find a lot of dead insects to pin in my leisure time. I dedicate this season to cozy reading, plant foraging, jewelry-making, stargazing, and writing grimoires.

Fall is my second favourite part of the year. This is when I forage all the early autumn mushrooms (Notably puffballs) and harvest all the plants that weren't harvested in the summer. This is also when I start getting back into going outside and taking my nature walks! Sometimes I like to be weird and go on my midnight forest walks; I do these in winter too, especially when it's snowing. I have a special spot by a pond where I can sit and meditate.

Switzerland said a while ago that they're releasing the previously classified files on Josef Mengele. Historians have been bugging them for decades only for them to vehemently refuse, and now it's finally happening. We can read through potentially hundreds of files and figure out how the hell he was able to forge his identity so many times and escape justice. So fun, eh?

However, Switzerland's officials haven't said when they're releasing them. Nonetheless, my sick fucking ass is really excited because German war crimes have been a part of my really fucked up special interest for years now.

Will update... Whenever Switzerland feels like doing something.

Blocking them feels wrong because they did nothing against me, and the "I'm not interested in this blog" button never seems to work, but I'm so sick and tired of seeing the same social topics on my page over and over again.

I dig the Orthodox theme. It has the dark theatrical thing going on that I feel the band Ghost should've been instead of arena rock. Live shows look awesome as well.

The reason? A bunch of parents and individuals from the logging industry claimed that it was "Improperly representing the logging and business industry."

They spoke out about how the book could be "brainwashing" children to become anti-establishment.

It even got so chaotic that these fuckers The National Wood Flooring Association made a parody book called Truax, which was meant to be a countering story conservative rambling session explaining why cutting down a surplus of trees and wildlife on a mass-scale level is okay and essential.

Of course, this choice to ban the Lorax was eventually lifted, but the jokes write themselves.