Tuesday, August 7, 2012

True Mystic Science, 1930s

While Minnie & I are vacationing on the ragged coast of Galicia, we wanted to check in with a stack of magazines we purchased from a regionally-renowned crystal gazer while having drinks at a blissfully atmospheric little grotto bar in the capital city of Santiago de Compostela. The club resembles the glowing, magical jazz dive in the movie Bell, Book & Candle, but is decorated with actual "souvenirs" from the Spanish Inquisition's 17th Century pogrom against the Magickally-inclined, including various torture devices & large pieces from extremely graphic murals, depicting all manner of absurd unpleasantness. Though I'm sure some would object to lounging among such a museum of cruelty, we found the place very cozy & returned again & again for their long, luxurious Happy Hour. On one such occasion, while lingering over queimada cocktails (served in the traditional manner -- in small pumpkin shells!), we met our crystal gazer, a humble little seer in well-worn Oxford baggies, a blindingly white starched shirt & a threadbare Irish plaid blazer. He divined our fortunes with so little aptitude or showmanship that we were instantly taken with him & two days later he found us again pleasantly lazing through our queimadas while staring blankly into the spiked recesses of a particularly grisly Spanish version of the Iron Maiden. From a cracked leather valise he produced a stack of the 1930s magazine of the occult, True Mystic Science, with all the issues in perfect condition. As if he was afraid we wouldn't accept such a generous gift, he placed them quite firmly in my outstretched hands without meeting my grateful gaze, made a round sweeping caress over the topmost magazine cover & hurried from the bar. So far he hasn't returned to our spot, but we do hope to see him again in order to buy him a few drinks as a thank you. 

Have a lovely late summer & we'll see you all again at the end of the month. Until then, Hail Satan!


  1. charming! the young lady in the first image never has to say "my eyes are up here, Lucifer..."

  2. HA! I live for your comments on these, professor!