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My Work: Between Dust, Shadows, and Forbidden Truths

Being an archaeologist of the occult is not a profession.

It's a calling — one that leads me to walk the edge of the visible, where official history falls silent and the repressed whispers on. I don't just excavate soil: 1 excavate the collective psyche, forgotten places, and symbols that frighten.

Every object I recover — a relic, a ritual fragment, a cursed book - is a knot of meanings. These are not mere artifacts: they are vessels of memory, of extreme belief, of madness. Some of them seem to look back at me. And I meet their gaze without flinching.

The places I enter are never neutral. Crypts, abandoned asylums, desecrated temples — they are saturated with what society has tried to forget. Inside, time bends, logic frays. And yet, it is there that I find the most authentic traces of our past.

I often encounter people who live on the margins of reality: witnesses, heirs of cults, obsessive collectors.

They speak in riddles, in omissions, in symbols. The danger is not just being deceived. It's being absorbed.

Losing the balance between observer and participant.

And then there is solitude. My work is met with suspicion: too dark for academics, too rational for mystics. I live between two worlds that refuse to speak to each other. But it is precisely in that fracture that I find my place. Because I'm not chasing the sensational - I'm chasing the truth. Even when it terrifies.

Yes, it's dangerous. But it's necessary. Because every civilization has a shadow side. And I am one of those who has chosen to step into it - with rigor, with respect, and with eyes wide open.


Doktor Lazarus




 
 
 

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