Samhain, The Dark Feast. (Cut-Up)

img_20180715_0440311700233031.jpgSpiral out in fractal forms. Fractal forms of Thosis, hurling a gibberish language at the Moon… “Ravished every hour”. We mediate experience through language, symbols are as Angels and Demons, is as the Hrumanchis, the Ape of Invocation… of BELAROTH and THOSIS! And THOSIS! It’s skin I sloughed my Misrule. Of Misrule. Ancestor Spirits and the three dimensional world. Dimensional world. Angels Wild Hunt! Wild Hunt! Barbarous names are murky energies and spider beings language at the Moon. The Moon. I haven’t been fed. Been fed. The Ancestor Spirits cry out for the realised. Everything I’d been on  that night of the up to that moment had ego and Lunar -Saturnian body. Desolate. Body, Desolate.

The Forgotten Old Ones uttered in Places of the Throwing words at concepts from dimensions beyond normal and unspeakable rites! Unspeakable rites! Woden leads all.  I thought it the lower astrals and spirits and other people’s who you know counts… You spirits. “You spirits”. In the shamanscape it’s web is an apt metaphor not just what you know, tongues to speak! To speak! This is communication here. Communication here. The beings known primate behaviour was a reversal. Truly the Kali Yuga! Kali Yuga! Signs, shapes, colours and scent. And scent. Understood from three dimensions. Three dimensions.

The Shades of the Dead, hail undiluted meaning! Undiluted meaning! Time is BABALON. The Forces of Darkness loosed with its fragile human primatism and Hunger! And Hunger! Dark Satanic temples saw the Ages of Man. Ancient Gods, Great Old Ones, a silly monkey for daring huge cosmic forces… My egoic thinks it was smart. Was smart. Unfolding like the thousand petalled, contacted through precise correspondence of being crushed and compressed and stood for. Stood for.

It was not some friends  attempt to make flat lotus, like a snake shedding… Attention of the Living… The Living, The Howling Forgotten Spirits of Cold. The most powerful form of “I was a lie”. I was and I saw my self the non verbal realm of Wise or Holy. Or Holy. It was shamanic interconnectedness. Shamanic interconnectedness. Relationships with people, human consciousness cannot be sacrament that allows us to enter you who have no centre of a tangle of and palaces of The Lords. The Lords.


I like to Imagine us as Wolves


I like to imagine us as wolves.

Fierce teeth, fur clad, we bare our fangs and drink in the mutual scent of morning…

“Oh! when the sun spreads across the ice you would think this not the world but some other place…”

Panting and rolling, we stalk together,

under tumultuous skies.

Samhain the Dark Feast. (Part One)

Invocation of BELAROTH and THOSIS!

Ancient Gods, Great Old Ones, Howling Forgotten Spirits of Cold and Hunger! Dark Satanic temples and palaces of The Lords of Misrule. Ancestor Spirits and Shades of the Dead, hail to you who have no tongues to speak! IPSOS, THOSIS!

This is truly the Kali Yuga! I saw the Ages of Wo/Man spiral out in fractal forms. Unfolding like the thousand petalled lotus. Like a snake with a single eye, shedding it’s skin… I sloughed my language/identity and Lunar -Saturnian body, with its fragile human primatism and I saw my self as the Cynaphelous, the Ape of Thosis, hurling a gibberish language at the Moon.

I realised that everything I’d been up to that moment had been a lie… I was being crushed and compressed by huge cosmic forces. Torn apart and dismembered. I had to die before shamanic rebirth!

My egoic primate behaviour was a reversal of all it thought it stood for. It was not Wise or Holy; throwing words at concepts in an attempt to make flat the three dimensional, multi-textured world of experience.

Angels are expressions of Divinity beyond normal human consciousness and cannot be understood from three dimensions. The sacrament allows us to enter the non verbal realm of undiluted meaning. Time is BABALON “Ravished every hour”. We mediate experience through language, symbols are meta-language. The beings known as Angels and Demons are contacted through precise correspondence of signs, shapes, colours and scent.

In the lower astrals are murky energies and spider beings and unspeakable rites! Woden leads the Forces of Darkness loosed on the night of the Wild Hunt! Barbarous names are uttered in Places of the Desolate. The Forgotten Old Ones haven’t been fed. The Ancestor Spirits cry out for the Attention of the Living.

The web is an apt metaphor for I was at the centre of a tangle of loving interconnectedness. Relationships with people and spirits and other people’s spirits. In the shamanscape it’s not just what you know, who you know counts… “You got some friends here boy” said the dreadlocked Demon guard.

Pillars of Mercy and Severity. Explode the dialectic. Every idea contains it’s opposite. By smashing opposing qualities together we birth our own Apocalypse, like Ezekiel and Enoch I saw the wheels of Fire and the Terrible countenance of God! I saw letters of flaming Hebrew and Sanskrit. I made direct contact with the Neters of Time, Gravity, Energy itself!

I dined with Dark companions Baphomet, Pan, Horned Gods of the Forest and the Mountain top. I saw The Devil as Capricornus, the Leaping Goat and Danced at the Witches Sabbat. I made love to the Crone Hekate, who became beautiful and vivacious as we embraced.

The Spider Being was no mere astral parasite but a terrible Gigeresque monster with double jaws and gnashing teeth. Pure malevolence and hatred. Ghostly skulls, animal and human, with ragged jaws try to sound but have no tongues, a spectral horse frozen in the silent scream of a Picasso’s ‘Guernica’. Witches burned at the stake make furious and deadly curses. I was being pulled apart by the monstrous immutable Laws and Forces of the Qlippoth. Unbalanced energy and astral shells swirled around me. I had to reach the other side of Daath!

I was rising, blue white flashes were like an electrical storm behind my eyes. “Everything is Holy!” I saw the fractal, geometric Machinery of the Universe, vast and inhuman and no God here. Whatever sparked this terrible, astonishing chain of events is beyond primate understanding. I understood how polarity is the engine of creation in a continuum, black, white, negative, positive, the terrific energy of opposites!

I was getting lighter, leaving the lower astrals and going to the Plane of Mystery. I saw that all systems of attainment were equal and valid. I understood in images and a kind of body electricity that made an audible humming sound. I tried to match the tone and this lifted me even further to a place of complete non being. A Samhadi I think. The uniting of subject and object which occurs as the shell ‘personality’ dissolves and the ego, for a timeless nano second is shed. I had to birth the Orphic egg. Become my Solar Self. “The quickest way is straight up” said the voice of what could be my Daimon…


The trees shivered,

And night came down.

And, in the morning

I walked upon the fossils of leaves

And the blood sang in my ears.

And I floated along a cobbled lane,

Where the roots of an ancient oak, dislodged the stones of puny time

And colours red and gold

Red and gold

Stuck to my heels.

Super Psychedelic Genius Club. Cut-up Up.

It was around now that the ‘told’ i was a 33rd (333rd? A 33rd (333rd?) From the very start of the up, my god, it was the and ‘honours’ bestowed on me from a cup of incense sticks had in time i move from the i felt like i was being R. Was being R. V. Jones, and i’ve always felt and out of earshot but when famous Eliphas Levi drawing and even two Johns, Saint Lennon the Baggist sizzling, bluesy licks and Yoko was he named Yoko Ono and John of the experience.

Of the experience. It was all rippled through me, and, as i was now and ‘birthing’ me did occult symbols poured out of been my paternal grandfather, a lifelong Johnny Depp entered my mind. Entered my mind. The from outer space. From outer space.

I heard him effect, like the signal was coming took on the aspect of the me. Of the me. The whole room took on the Baphometic current, was somehow intertwined of the Astral Plane. The Astral Plane.

I began fabric of space itself, when i and the music came through, clear something to do with archetypes, and a far lighter, more playful part… At this point i became aware me… I decided i wanted to introduce the ‘featured album’ of the even noticed before but i now interlocking hexagrams and pentagrams…

I even of linear narrative but it was very heavy ‘Baphometic vibes’, the aloe in some hyper dimension. Some hyper dimension!

The further Capt, Jack Sparrow! Capt, Jack Sparrow!, every song on rock n’roll… for some reason Club came to me. Came to me. I was, parted into a V shape.

A ‘V’ shape. The connected to my mother.

Baphomet position, back straight, legs crossed of light and i could see the aspect of a glittering palace the radio (keeping my feet in heard the voice of a DJ my mouth wide as huge yawns with my link to magick)

Anyway, i felt they were playing just “Sorry, Johnny’s not high right now! High right now!” club, who had reached the level Alllllright, it’s allllllright” and it WAS! And it WAS!

Haired child i’d been before puberty most amazing music i’d ever heard! I’d ever

It’s that i’d left the radio on for me! On for me! They’d been where i stretched and compressed, dismembered and real Dismembered and reassembled. This burden! I saw a man’s a very low volume.

i hadn’t echoing with a kind of delay and reaching diagonally to infinity. Diagonally to infinity. Another in control now. In control now. I was opening Lennon, the volume seemed to rise idea of the Psychedelic Super Genius is to resolve into any kind who’s interested, his name?

Professor of ‘Masters’ of this particular area some kind of elevator, i was a request… i got an answer night… it seemed to fade in saw myself as the blonde, curly Freemason, and was having strange titles face, very 1940’s, who may have making weird but beautiful vocalizations. But beautiful vocalizations. She pure energy/information but i was more Mason, or another man who was it was all getting confusing and and Depp were part of a felt i was sitting in the the circle) and turned the volume definitely after the mantid and serpent speak to Johnny and sent out was talking directly to me, guiding opened my eyes was made of golden threads attached to the floorboards new phase of the ‘initiation’. Of the ‘initiation’

I Lucifer and had to verbally accept Hahahahaha! Verbally It was around now that the ‘told’ i was a 33rd (333rd? A 33rd (333rd?) From the very start of the up, my god, it was the and ‘honours’ bestowed on me from a cup of incense sticks had in time i move from the i felt Genius is to resolve into any kind who’s interested, his name was Professor of ‘Masters’ of this particular area some kind of elevator, i was a request… i got an answer night… it seemed to fade in saw myself as The Masters.

Invocation of Brian Jones…

Yes, yes I’m calling you now… goat boy mischief and blinding visions under a harsh Moroccan sun. That sacrifice you saw… blood spilling on the golden hair sand of mind. TRANSUBSTANTUATION. We shared the earthly plane for only a spring and that summer when the 60’s went Rolls Royce 666 Prince of Darkness. Your spirit informs the mind of the Mage and you are an ancestor. Your primal energy infuses that fuzzy air of one hundred percent in the dream world. Now it’s that time again. Sonic energy and all ecstatic again. Die every day you did and you did. Wasn’t that a glorious time my friend? Oh it was and the symphonies in your head musta been real good. So I summon your demon spirit in fur and fuck. I wear the beads and dust my broom for thee! I invoke Loki and Lucifer! Pranksters and illuminators. Thee I invoke! Adonai! Pied Piper the Great God Pan. I invoke thee! By the power of the rolling stones (63-72). Thee I invoke! The deviant spirit, the playful initiator… manifest HERE, NOW!

I Just Left…

I slept my hangover off all day, sick, uneasy sleep it was. I remembered I’d taken the last of the MDMA that had lain around the flat for weeks. Meeting ‘I Walk’ and doing Chanter’s show had been a little overwhelming…

Everything got strange when I got to the bus station. Jill had that flat tone in her voice. She sounded tired and depressed and told me she could only watch three minutes of the YouTube hangout coz I was drunk and I got really irritated.

Strange looking people at the bus station. Ghosts and departing kin. I heard “I love you” three times and saw a white pigeon amongst the dirty grey ones and it reminded me of Picasso. A good omen I thought…