Ashmore Transmissions

Radio Silence Funghi on my Skin A recovered transmission. Single-voice audio. No return signal. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

The Rauhnacht are the twelve nights between years. Stories are spoken. Silence is kept. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

Jane Dougherty wrote a poem as a response to my note. I lost my breath, and it didn’t return until now. There is a dark, quiet magic in her words. Something that reminds me of what I have lost. What was taken from me, she carries it. All I could do was read back what she created. If this were a battle, she won with the first three words. But it isn’t, and I am proud she wrote these lines that matt...

Edna St. Vincent Millay lived in defiance of the world. Her words offer no consolation. She did not bow to death. When she heard his calls, she sang a dirge stripped of music. No heaven. No comfort. No surrender. Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 † 1950 Dirge without music I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time o...

César Vallejo was beaten by life. He knew hunger, prisons, and exile. His blows of God meant the world itself. The fascists and their wars broke him. When they reached the Mediterranean, cutting him from his beloved Spain, he died in pain. No salvation. No glory. César Vallejo 1892 † 1938 The Black Heralds Some blows in life, they’re so heavy . . . I don’t know. Blows as if dealt by God’s own wrat...

I Am The Demon Of The End contains the final words. Nothing more can be said. Mystery, Babylon The Great (Aurora Gamourtian) summoned this voice, the last to speak. It reveals the ultimate truth. The last truth we need to hear. You shall enjoy no longer . The enjoyment was always destined to be mine, for I am the demon of the six rhythms of Hell and you could never hope to know my depths. Everythi...

A Hunger speaks from the depths. JLG Noga summoned this demon. It shows the way to Nirvana—a place that could have been mine. But I turned from the light. Now, show them the light we see. In slow gorges, if you can. The slower, the better. It’s more tender that way. I know this hunger. My memories have returned. Read all the words here: Leave an offering. † Secrets. I know a way out. Background im...

Kenotita has spoken. Katharine Kapodistria summoned this demon. The demon of the void drank my moments I should have lived. Am I good enough? Am I enough? No… no. Oh gods, I am so hungry. Have you forgotten you’re a child of the universe, that you’re stardust,That you have an animal body and an eternal soul? Kenotita tells me of the slow erasure of what I should have been. Read all the words here:...

RUIN: has spoken. Edward. Marlo. Ruiz summoned this demon. The altars of madness echo with the many tongues of RUIN:A demon that shapes even the voice of Ashmore. We are the shift between the sands of time. The darkness between the grains. Don’t you feel them between your teeth? It is you. It is me. Look at us. Read the words of RUIN: here: This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss th...

Kasra of the Cracks , has spoken. JR Phillips summoned this demon. I promised myself not to surrender to the lesser. I would have welcomed it if Kasra called me back to the sheets and named me darling. But my demon was not like Kasra's. My demon left me alone in the dark—no words that made sense. Others are haunted by Kasra’s love nightmare. But for me, Kasra is a loving mother. No price,for you h...

Marasme, Demon of the Lesser Evil , has spoken. Saint-Lazare summoned this demon. So long have I summoned this demon, day by day, year by year. I drowned in mediocrity. I became a master of excuses. And to thank you, I will not let you feel any pride. I forgot the taste of pride. I will never remember, not while I live beneath Satan’s sun . Now Marasme has named himself. I know what he is. It is t...

Dagavik, Lord of the Unseen , has spoken. Bradley Ramsey summoned this demon. Dagavik tells a story I’ve lived myself. One, I thought I could silence. But I know that scream in the dark: WHY? WHY WON’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE! Drowning Dagavik didn’t help. I tried. Reasoning didn’t help either. I tried that too. He didn’t leave me. Now, I know the breathing behind my shoulder. And when I turn, he hides...

A letter to my father . Read aloud, before the silence. † This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cicadacult.substack.com

I was told a story was waiting for me. So I looked at it. It spoke in a tone I don’t often hear—outside ritual. The language was casual. Modern. But the story had weight. It pulled me in. I’m not an e-book reader. I don’t aim to become one. But I promised to read it. And I did. The Chiroptera on the Ceiling works because of pacing, voice, and the feeling that something deeper moves beneath the wor...