Two Shadows Walking (Poem)

Two Shadows walking...

Who did what, I do not know???

But I saw the man who walks between the raindrops, and he showed me where to go:

"Lay her body in a creek and break it up with stones.''

"The blood is love and life you seek and sweetness is in the bones."

Now ..her eyes, still asking why?-

Gain the immortal glare.

And look upon this world's great green gods and live within their stare!

 Beyond, beyond the moss and rocks, I felt a shock! T'was nature's face unveiled.. 

Eternal cycles, birth and death -my sense of self assailed.

Then smiling vines pour evil wine to reward me with a kiss, 

Dionysus brings great lust and horror -...we'll live forever in his bliss.

Oh Three shadows know now where to go to for the sacrificial rite, 

Where the creatures of the darkness meet the creatures of the light.

 

The Will to Energy...

 

I believe the Will to Power -as formulated by Friedrich Nietzsche- is also a Will to Energy. 

It is the driving force which motivates us, because we are always craving life-force energy. As we need food, air, and water to survive, we also need interaction with the world and ourselves to give us the force and meaning to our existence

Moving through the 3D world , (which is really just a projection of our consciousness) We experience a flux of validation and invalidation. The effects of which depend upon our perception of the occurrence of events which in turn reflect our self concept and unconscious programming.

So it's basically a feedback loop between the 3D and 4D worlds and the conscious and subconscious mind.

Very often you will notice momentum either upward or downward based on the validating or invalidating experiences you have. As well as the self-talk and suggestions that are running through your thoughts.

A good example is you run into a friend or neighbor and you have great discussion or interaction. You may then notice the uplifting emotions and vibe carry on to the next person you talk to and so on. Likewise say, if your favorite sports team or political party wins, there will be a high and a transference of the energy of winning. Here you will feel validated by association.

This also happens through self-expression. When you are able to speak what we feel, create artistically, or move towards a goal it is a Will to Energy. Even venting anger (while

not always constructive) will release negative energy that would otherwise be suppressed or turned inward which can only fester resulting in physical and emotional illnesses. 

What we think about, focus on, and who we keep company with will determine our experience. A bad memory or obsessive worry will play out again and again in different forms. The important thing being in control of our states, moods, and what roles we put ourselves in. Also being selective of we watch, read, and who we associate with is vital.

If you notice, reading a post on social media or article online (whether you agree with it or not) can send you into a negative spiral. Thys, sapping your energy, and taking away the control you have of your experience. In fact I believe that the algorithms on these platforms function as simulacrums to what our subconscious would be projecting out into the 3D world. As if one film or recording crossfading over, or overtaking our regular thought patterns and perceptions.

I recall a period where I had no internet access. I was able to meditate calmly, focus, have some consistent manifestations come about. This is not say technology can't enhance your experiences, but you must use it to your advantage and not be controlled by the wills of others.

To summarize here: Everything is about the accumulation and discharge of Energy/Power. With the proper knowledge and implementation of this principle, we can harness the means to achieve our highest aspirations, and ultimate destinies.

Phases of the Sacrement-a new film project!

 

                               The sub- creatures prostrate themselves....

I have now begun a new film project continuing in the vein of my previous erotic-psychotic art films "Rites of Birdexx" and "Saturn in Scorpio". This is a collaboration between myself and fellow traveler of esoteric extremes Lux Ferrous.

Here we will continue to explore themes of various inter-dimensional transfigurations and evoke powerful imagery to alter the consciousness of the viewer. 

For too long have underground and independent films been focused on camp, copycat horror, or insipid messaging of the latest political trends. My goal is to project this art as a living will which takes on its own forms and values.

"Can we now revive the great spirit that lives beyond good and evil?" 

"Let us now bring forth the creatures of light and darkness and enter the vertical axis of being to bear witness to divine victory!!!"

I will post updates as the project continues....

                           The 'Warlock"

                           "Capricornus"

                            "Gemini" 

 

4th of July Poem (A brief slip into nihilism)

 

Staring at a black canvas, everything is slowed down. 

Stabbing, burning loneliness... 

I'm imploding into myself

Fractured and unalive..

The era of an error,

No sense of self, no sense of worth.

A punctured past, and a stolen future...

I see no meaning- just a cycle of absurdity.

A chain of failures, and humiliations with only some brief recourse to  moments of hope.

Firecracker-Duds Firecracker-Explosions to celebrate a freedom I will never have.

Daemonium Cage-

                                                  
                                

                                   1.          

 I am a Demon. My name is Relentless.

I was born a flaming-shifting -black and opal ball of plasmatic afterbirth.-Out of mother oven!

The grated clanking gates opened, another birth? Rejection. Eject-ulation….

(the wanted children are consumed back into the infernal womb to fuel the rebuilding of chaos’ creation. )

Still, I have many brothers…but unlike them, I have escaped to other realms. Shirking the requisite duties of torment.

Now I create my own imperius storm. 

Bubbles of electric craze, swirling phases and dazzling deaths. 

A carnal kaleidoscope of bestial indulgence!

Sitting on my violent globe of fires, there stands a cage to keep the acquisition I sought. Daemonium bars, and my sigil on top

                                                

                                   2. 

I  found her by the glowing ocean.

She was almost an escapee, like myself.

Far away from the darkest forest, 

Teasing squids, and naiades,

pissing on mermaids.

A gleeful, mischievous specimen…….

Yet within her, something of the storm.

As indicated by these baneful activities...and her spiteful glee.

As she skipped on the cerulean waves, my grasping hand reached out from the sand, and the eye in it could smell her!

….She went out from the flaming shock.

                                    3.

And there she appeared,……in my Daemonium Cage-

Upon an obsidian throne I sat, my forked member growing in such joyful anticipation.

Oh, wet and wistful, eyes like carnelian and glass…

I entered her sweet labial lips and gush my worlds trajectories. Pleasure’s pain, Powers came!

Now we are all …..Pools of eternity....

A Nietzschien Verse

I saw a man on fire walking through a blizzard. He was a beacon of hate in a land of death and loneliness. All here were frozen by the engineers of "equality" .

Only this flame of truth and immolating vengeance could endure. In his smoldering footsteps the ice began to melt and a dead voice spoke from beneath the snow covered graves.

-"Are you living to die? Or living to expand yourself upon the compass of the world! Are you consuming to just work the treadmill? Or consuming the very fabric of life to reach your higher aspirations!"

"Stay here to freeze and be equal to the dead or follow this man on fire before he burns away! And let not Lord Saturn eat your life. Step out of this time and make your own Aeon!"

-BLR

"Throne" (a poem)

What color is your throne?

As bleeding rats move reliquaries,

to entice the wind with chimes and bones, 

and move us past the cemetery gates...

Are we now awake?

Or still encased in glass,

with tinted glow-light moving past,

dried dead skin and empty veins-

though stained glass windows broken pane.

Sepulchre holds your sceptre's grace,

and shines eclipses upon a wounded face,

with weathered eye's of solid stone.

That gaze at empty scrolls and broken relic's-

shard's of skull and tortured edicts...

As the dust of souls moves-

down an altar stairway

past curtain's veil and statuary,

to secret crypt's and chambers,

whose eternal nameless moans.

Through torches gasping breathe 

light dark epiphanies of death!

Uncloaked now!- immortal sin, 

let Heaven's Hell begin--

And only now reveals the color of your THRONE!!!!!