Perceptive Reality, is it real?
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I've been quite interested lately about Elizabeth Bathory's personal history that I delve into some articles about her and found out something amazing..
Elizabeth Bathory born in Hungary on August 7, 1560 and died in Agust 21, 1614 is considered the most famous Serial Killer in Slovak and Hungarian History as well as the world's most prolific mass murderer. She's also known as "The Blood Countess" or "Countess Dracula"
It was rumored that she have been exceedingly vain and obsessed with preserving her youth. She believed that the servant's blood had made her skin young and fresh that's why she conceived the idea of bathing in blood as a magical restorative. Her methods of torturing are sticking pins under the fingernails of maids, covering young women in honey and leaving them to be stung to death by bees, and dousing naked victims in cold water during the harshest parts of the winter. The people who lived with her inside the castle even hated her so much that they wanted to slaughter her but the fact that she's so powerful, no inferior being could stand up against her.
I could not believe that there's something like Elizabeth Bathory. I mean, you can't blame her for being that inhuman heartless sadist because she grew up in a very brutal environment. Infact, I think I even idolize her for being a famous mass murderer and a very fearless but debauched sadist.
I know it's very eerie, right?
It's like a perception of something when you feel that someone is watching over you. Reality takes place. What is reality? Well, in my own opinion, reality is..when all is said and done-- That's what it is. I think where we get caught up in the idea that reality is an illusion, or that reality is a hallucination, is in our own limited ability to sense it. We have 5 senses and a mind to interpret what those senses, well, sense. It's like the connection between our concious selves and reality.
Oh yeah, here are the studio pictures from last Saturday..
Perceptive Reality, is it real?
I'm so bitter but I've seen better days. :)
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I've been quite interested lately about Elizabeth Bathory's personal history that I delve into some articles about her and found out something amazing..
Elizabeth Bathory born in Hungary on August 7, 1560 and died in Agust 21, 1614 is considered the most famous Serial Killer in Slovak and Hungarian History as well as the world's most prolific mass murderer. She's also known as "The Blood Countess" or "Countess Dracula"
It was rumored that she have been exceedingly vain and obsessed with preserving her youth. She believed that the servant's blood had made her skin young and fresh that's why she conceived the idea of bathing in blood as a magical restorative. Her methods of torturing are sticking pins under the fingernails of maids, covering young women in honey and leaving them to be stung to death by bees, and dousing naked victims in cold water during the harshest parts of the winter. The people who lived with her inside the castle even hated her so much that they wanted to slaughter her but the fact that she's so powerful, no inferior being could stand up against her.
I could not believe that there's something like Elizabeth Bathory. I mean, you can't blame her for being that inhuman heartless sadist because she grew up in a very brutal environment. Infact, I think I even idolize her for being a famous mass murderer and a very fearless but debauched sadist.
I know it's very eerie, right?
It's like a perception of something when you feel that someone is watching over you. Reality takes place. What is reality? Well, in my own opinion, reality is..when all is said and done-- That's what it is. I think where we get caught up in the idea that reality is an illusion, or that reality is a hallucination, is in our own limited ability to sense it. We have 5 senses and a mind to interpret what those senses, well, sense. It's like the connection between our concious selves and reality.
Oh yeah, here are the studio pictures from last Saturday..
