Epstein was perhaps the most successful ritual magician of our era. He had dedicated ritual spaces in his private properties, most notably his island retreat, where he entertained the modern equivalent of kings and priests—world leaders and media figures, regardless of stated creeds—where he led his sexual ceremonies openly in a place of power. Simply put, among the highest orders of black magic practitioners, the total annihilation of a person, specifically a child, is among the most potent and respectable of acts, perhaps the only worthy goal after all others have been made trivial. The rape of hundreds and the facilitation of these rapes, the destruction of all normal bonds between an adult and a child, and the establishment of a space of utter freedom for the master of the dominion; all these things point to something worth admiring in a spiritual sense.

As perhaps the one figure in modern history with such a potent ritual space as Little St. James, with his decades of activity, and with his ties to the highest offices on this planet, it could only be speculated how if he had lived for another decade, would his goal of immortality have come closer to reality? He was the last great figure of the Piscean Age, certainly the epitome of its unpleasant ideas, and perhaps the greatest figure of the most important member of his tribe (Jesus Christ, after all, was nothing less than a Pisces). It is undoubtable that Christ had an erection as he died; Epstein’s death, false or not, was a cession of life as absolute but liminal as that of Christ’s. Did he leave that ‘prison’ alive or dead? It is impossible to say. Are those who associated with him, the foundations of the media and social world, forever tainted by him regardless? Of course. Like a specter, he vanished into nothing, after violations of the souls of hundreds and establishing the loyalty of the kings of the world that make mere mass killings and the obliteration of tribes look paltry.