This is Wadi-us-Salaam (وادي السلام) cemetery located in the holy city of Najaf, Iraq, and is the worlds largest. Burials are reported to have been a daily occurrence for the past 1400 years, and in certain periods, as many as approximately 250 corpses have been buried each day. The cemetery is estimated to contain over 5 million corpses. Wadi-us-Salaam is Arabic for “Valley of Peace”. 

This is Wadi-us-Salaam (وادي السلام) cemetery located in the holy city of Najaf, Iraq, and is the worlds largest. Burials are reported to have been a daily occurrence for the past 1400 years, and in certain periods, as many as approximately 250 corpses have been buried each day. The cemetery is estimated to contain over 5 million corpses. Wadi-us-Salaam is Arabic for “Valley of Peace”. 

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We throw roses and small birds into the gaping abyss
as a gesture of solemn gratitude,
like primitive men paying revered tribute
to the spirit of a great, great enemy;
We offer our bodies to that great, monstrous depth,
proclaiming in a mantric throbbing of the vocal chords
a most sincere respect to the magnificent devil
that almost swallowed us whole…
Slutet ‘14 (via slutetuppsala)

real-occult-media asked:

Physical malformations are not considered "exhilarating". I have some ideas closely related to the intended meaning of the word EXHILARATING: adventure, surprise, success, music, a trip thru space. Are you an aging death rocker, or what?

Indeed, on a deeper level on reasoning, I find everything I post on this blog exhilarating in nature - that is, causing positive feelings of excitement - as it all point towards the exhilarating insight of the true diversity, mystique, beauty, absurdity, awesomeness, ugliness, depravity and pitch-blackness of our reality and our world. Perhaps, in my own life experience, which is - of course - all I have, insights like this are considered a true measure of success, as the greatest success of them all is the confrontation and understanding of everything - not only the happy, sweet, cute parts in which, I take it, you find your solace?

Perhaps is merely your own horizon a little polluted, a little blurry… a little too close to your own face?