Occult Fan

Master no Self

Sides, Choosing

There’s blood in my mane

I’m tearing apart the zebraflesh with authenticity

I, the Holy PEDIGREE

The constant warrior

the field of electric dreams

I am the razor’s edge

of a mirror when you find your self

screaming

and falling

and falling

and screaming

oh disdain!

a popular

masochist

semiramis

hold the machine gun

and fire at red ice a million

times until their blood

cells are white and red and not

racist

cunts

little shits

you owe me money

I own you, honey

and to the stink crooks

who stole 8 by some times

I have your number

it is

it is

it is

mine.

choosing sides

I draw square

I perambulate

I attack

and eviscerate

holy angel, guarding me

NO FUCK ING APOL OGIES

to burn is to be

to be is a brief

utter glimpse

of reality

are you even aware

of how you even be

are you really so real

or are you a rude tool

rough shape

hard case

for reality?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

blessed be.

A Slice of Seventeen (Happy Birthday, Rune Soup!!!)

In a slice of Lynch, David is talking numbers near the end

with longtime associates/friends John Wentworth, Kyle MacLachlan, and Madchen Amick, Madchen mentions when David says he likes the number 7 (as we all do) Madchen made the innocent mistake of thinking added ‘intensity’ to it (tens, see?) but what she got was an, my number, 8… and notice how 17 is the star card, as David notes…

 

and note how he says it is 8

now look at your keyboard and see what number is the shift of 8

 

and look now to get your self a copy of Gordon White’s Star.Ships.

 

and happy birthday, Rune Soup!

xoxoxoxo

new president same old boss

trigger cut pulled hyper loop functional praxis metamorphic exorcism

hail baphomet

tears streaming from my eyes

all the fucked up paranoid little itty bitty bad guys

still sharing the same old synthesis of phantasms and bigotrich’s

all the same sick sycophants

these pedophiles with their indolence

me and my violence

the protection of

the innocence

and Gaian

you son of a bitch

you can’t handle

this opinion

The New Elite

yes yes,

that is Me

So suck my dick

Coz God Chose This

no messin around with God’s plans

please do

continue

to read Occult Fan

Oh I get it

Saturn’s day being six, the hexagon

making Venus and Friday yesterday’s phive

fit in perfectly before Jupes’ ‘4’ (of 1,2,4)

now that makes 3/thrice great Mercury/Hermes/Wodin’s day

Two’s day is red iron Mars volcanically resplendent Augustine

the one is the loneliest number moon you ever swoon to too (second place!)

the real one, the hidden one, the 0 with . is the Sun day, Golden!

mew3 or mew ^3 or mewcubed

I have a new pet-name

for those dear to me

and I dear to you…

just call me

mew3

Shadow Land Other Land Faerie World Wonderland The Fae Folk Passages and other Lingo de lo Occulto vis a vis Parallel Space/Higher/lower Dimensionalities

Carroll wrote of it, it’s the hot charge when it comes to whatever has evolved from quantum physics, animism is the tubular return which is only natural and without apology we shall speak and act from the animistic perspective. Immediately we note the concerns of one Dr Joseph Farrell which pertain to, as raised on the most recent Higherside Chats he was on, the fear behind what may come of such beliefs, for he espouses quickly ‘anything could happen!’ – well, I mean, yes, it can. That’s just the point.

So I too say that virtues are important, which is the logical rejoinder for this affect when the telos is quickly reached like the stop-point for a noosemann’d neck. Not to put too fine a point on it. Your time is valuable, dear reader, and I say this to you simply that the world of this realm and the world of the next are interrelated by ‘chaos’, not necessarily ‘western morality’. This is, there IS karmic effect. It’s just beyond my comprehension at this point – but further, may I say, I like being ‘goode’ because I like to be that character. If I should stop desiring to be goode, then I would.

Notice I use ‘goode’ for this specific denotation is required to differentiate the virtue usage we specifically use here, usage ‘a’, and from usage ‘b’, which is just the common // use it for a crappy nostalgic nineties pop song title type of good. Hope that doesn’t leave you desperately wanting. Off through the wet grass we go, top speed. And speed is a unit of measurement we use to differentiate between the dimensions,

not morality

speed

density

aire

if one will.

these are the days of Æthyr

The Æthyr Dayes. Ha! :3

We need more adventurers, we need a new generation of diplomats

of poets

of political powers

of elite entities

how we can

connect to the otherside – via our consciousness/social [as above so below individual/human body]* connections (‘guanxi’ AND hyperdimensionally via the usage of mantra and other methodologies) so again through our social connections through which the spirits arrange to have us meet, etc, just like the journey of books) – morality exists on this plane, for sure, however, all IS chaos and we seek to establish parameters around or ‘within’ and through, and the difference is right there – are you a perambulator or are you a penetrator?

or are you both? one in the same?

I think I am.

I VALUE transparency.

I value having nice things.

I value being fair.

Fairness itself is a virtue, and I will not cheat a man or woman, nor will I be cheated.

I am a libra sun, with a leo moon.

Do not doubt for a single second the matter of ferocity which drives my justice

my lust for adjustment, you may

my pisces rising gives me direct access to the netherworld, the heavens

I am Occult Fan

I want to use my power for goode

I am a largely neutral chaos in one mode

my other mode, and there are basically two

is this heroic savior

I want my resources, my land, my horses and my dogs

I want my wives (my four warrior wives, how I’ve taken to calling them these days)

I want my children. I want my friends. I want my experiences and my memories.

I want you to see that besides the particulars, and as you free yourself perhaps some of you from the grasp of fear behind what is ‘occulted’ is nothing more than fear of ‘what is hidden coz it be INSIDE OF YOU’ and more to say there but the netherworld is accessible for the man or woman who can go inside themselves.

For the person who gets flipped on their gender, I think they are expressing a mutation of this individiation process, for the next part is

I want those things for my life as much as I also want YOU TO HAVE YOURS TOO

I want in union with

not at the expense OF

oh MAN

it feels GOOD to say that.

It’s so true.

I love you all.

I FUCKING MEAN IT

I do. I do. I do. I do.

ok. so. anyways.

space travel not real.

gonzo style blogging 2017 occulto de lo creato masterpieco de FUCKIN POP CULTCHA

mutha fucka

so this is my blog

thanks for

uh

doop de doo

anyone reading?

LALALALALALALALALALAL FUCKING SHIT FUCK and I’m seven.

QUICK NO ONE IS LISTENING AND YOU CAN SAY ANYTHING

ANYTHING

i chose fuck shit.

welp. neophyte. at least you can laugh at yourself.

and be yourself here. I think this might be the value.

uh.

Huh.

Isis-Urania wants a shout out +

Osoronnophris

Hecate

Odin

St. Joan

St. Brigid

St. Cyprian

St. Nicholas

St. John the Baptist

St. John the Evangelist

Jesus Christ

Hermanubis (different from but including in similar fashion read Gordon White for more)

Thoth

The Four Archangels of the Quarters – Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Auriel

The Four Kings – Oriens, Paymon, Ariton, Amaymon

Baphomet

Ararita

Abraxas

There we go. Ah. That feels better.

Well, thanks for writing this, Occult Fan.

Being realistic about your readership kinda makes the writing feel a little more real and genuine and tastes a lot more like …. this is fuckin THICK. Oooooo I know you like it.

I like it.

This is good.

Ok good bye.

Oh the thing about the other universe. well, it’s this one, we are living a in torroidal dream state – I cannot for the life of me explain the geophysics of this place, and the only way I would finalize a consideration of joining with any group of individuals would be based on my ability to propose and get support for my torroidal earth proof.

I mean, that’s fucking big shit.

And it’s not exactly NASA’s first choice of coke pepsi draino mummified cat butt extract or the torroidal earth theory – seriously, that’s seeming to be the order of popularity – using pop and then apoptosis and then pop will eat itself.

Ahhh this fucking blog is fucking insane

I bet this is a good thing.

Cathartic.

And we’re all taught to be little hollywood denizens via the Disneyification of Merka so here I am always aware of the 24/7 Snowed in at Wheeler Street, and the least I can do is make it work for me.

For those who get this

I love you

I want to know you

you are The Others

I am The Others too

we are going to be fast friends

and I look out for mine

my mane demands I protect my pride

my innocence is my ferocity

I will return the scales

to their just emotive attitudes

I will reconnect the dispossessed

I am the holy bridge of light

I will rescue the lost souls

I will damn the wicked violators of tranquility

I am the mould of a perfect weapon

I am the tincture Lucy is given with which Phoenix’s share their secret song

I am the wonder which surrounds your heart in the glowiest morning

hear me

I am the Æthyriumn Lion of the Interstellar Word

I am Forever Faithful to Infinite Intelligence

I am Permanently Protected from famine and pestilence

I am here to heal everyone

or kick ass

You’re going to get one or the other. Libra, Leo, w/ Pixies Rising. I mean Pisces.

But really, I am so tender. I care. A lot. I love LOVE

I love reality.

I love REAL

ok

I love REAL

I WANT THE TASTE OF YOUR EXCITEMENT FROM MILES WAY ELECTRIC IN MY HEART

you fuckin know what I’m sayin’?

some do.

I just winced, and laughed – at anyone trying to quote me here.

I am a libra, wince, laugh. I’ll make ’em laugh, I’ll make ’em cry

but I’ll tell them the truth

just long enough to bring back a smile

faces

all the faces

the millions and millions of human faces

all smiling

crying

living

not being alive any more in this form but rather transformed

formed in to a new transition a new life a new form

and this is good

this is the choice we made this time

to come here

this manifestation in a phi-based forma-

so big-forma this

mother forma

atom heart forma

the truth is that we are chosen by our higher selves to incarnate here

the yoni and the lingga – come to me, little zodiac of my loves

my four elements, my own quintessence

we form the pyramid

and in to this world

twelve loves we bring

to save the future

with our everlasting song

the echoes

have already

washed on the shore

of eternity

crashing

she, it all

wakes up

and there is no more

I love you all

what a fucking daydream

Blood On The New Ground

There is blood at the new ground

this Country, America

2016, we must defend

our true principles our virtues and our kindnesses

and our truth and sexual ecstasy

too bad for you the truth is this

you have been lied to and raped

and ravaged and been mislead

as to your true nature

and how you incarnated here

you are a birthchart, and a meaning

no one can steal that from you

and you must rise to your own occasion

no one can do this nor anything for you

you are your own saviour and you are

your own God, it’s true

the first emanation was the word

and that is all – now we are all that

as we come to become come to become

and if you should start to falter

remember this phrase

you are as brave as the day

you were born to be brave

and you are here reading this

so you are born to be brave

and this time is yours

you are alive now

and nothing can fucking stop you

you are the most important and precious

you are the shining gem of time and space

now be the most bold and impressive

and be the outlier you wide vast span you

integrated, I, the new all-I-versity

blood at the new ground

all those worthless weak meager dragger-downers

fickle and fault-blaming, they will not rise

instead of trying they pale and imitate

and there is no reaching through to them

they are the blood on the new ground

they are the fascists of the old age

I AM THE POET

this is the new age

we ate the vicious cowards

we are now the virtuous chaos

there is a line

we are within

there is a line

the good is within

we destroy the fascist

so level and plane

we are the rising field

the heart of the sun,

the flint and the grain

hear me magicians

we are come untame

hear me Americans

This is Our Day.

Questions for Mr Leve (I did my best!!)

Pater Peter I have so much to ask.

 

First thank you. I own and have read Sinister Forces I – III, incredible yet foundational – My next was my favorite, indeed, between II and III it was read this summer, on T Vaughn, wow, Mantak Chia take note, and all readers too, this is one incredible book. read it by a pond in a park in the summer and you’ll have a perennial favourite as I do now, but perhaps it’s because I strive along similar lines and now also my Grandfather was a Master Mason and The Secret Temple I read and it put to bed all of my questions lingering about and now Masons are no stranger than Catholics… wait… oh ok… moving on, Stairway to Heaven really opened my eyes to the nature of our times and our lives – and I’m about half thru The Mao of Business and it is just making me stronger, along the lines of 99u but even more precisely. Think new Dark Journalist w CAF for better reference with some Marty Armstrong thrown in.

 

All of that said, Tantric Temples is not only a feast, it is incredibly learned. This is a textbook, and that’s all I can ida or pingala up me own spine for the worth of the reader. Now, to finish as quickly as I tried to begin.

 

Mr Levenda this work you are doing draws much wonderment to say the least as it should for it ties in to the clearing up of the banal ‘conspiracy’ aire which once shrouded the concept of UFO/UAP/interdimensional phenomena, and it is to this latter point which I direct the energy of this question.

For we are no stranger to it, I shall use pop culture as my example, one movies, one music, all the small things, add up to one pointallistically-dimensionally-accurate pictoral. I say, in Toy Story, we are, with relation to Sekret Machines, granted toy aliens, and these are the little green men so many have sought to disenfranchise, or that is, to use to disenfranchise, but then there’s Lam. So, the X-Files big thing was the ‘other’ little green men which Toy Story uses, if one follows. Simply I speak to the banal connexion which is the old-world cover-up.

But again, to be clear, one will examine briefly the closing Lateralus track, by the band Tool, Faaip de Oiad, that is, Enochian, or Lam, our third-eye alien/interdimensional being but not space creature… ok – the more ‘sinister app’ aside (the other lgm a la Chris Carter expose – it’s so erotic) – the lyrics to this song reveal the famous (infamous?) Art Bell ‘Area 51 hoaxer’ who was ‘cut off from on air’ after being ‘triangulated by military men’.

What am I asking? Thank you for your patience. I do not expect a direct answer for I suppose I am not posing this as a ‘hyper-direct’ question but I do wonder your experience with space ‘outer’ itself and travel, for I contend that this is … highly misunderstood. NASA is great and all, and I would love them to hire me and all, but really, the north polar star I learn about in Stairway is kinda … well, it’s a very spiritual thing, the stars, and solid-state fuel rockets are a nice JPL trick (o Mercury), but here’s my question.

 

Is there a Rupert Sheldrake aspect forming behind all of your findings? Are these something in line with the ascent to the highest star/7 stars? are you finding things that have to do with the hyperconnectivity of us all (astrology to say the -least-) and that being expressed through the high and the mundane from eros to guanxi? And through this morphogenic (spiritual/consciousness) field we are actually not so much traveling through outer space but acting our lives out as cosmic dramas on this gigantic i-ching (or rather at this phi-based time, perhaps we are so far from a nine-based matrix/Eden, well) excuse me I’m going to allow that tangent to stay.

 

I thank you for your time Sir, and your work is monumental and I am very VERY much looking forward to your Lovecraft Code. I think it’s going to be a smash. Super to the stars of Hyperion and past the lines of Saturn, this book is going to soar mightily with vivacity and awe.

 

Blessings and Fortune Upon You

Nathan Lee Miller Foster

aka Occult Fan

ψ

Dispossess

broke upon the milling stone

clavicle quatrain return to the ovoid again

now we are a world

and alive

and a soul enters body that is made up of spirit and we

are alive one more time

and we are feeling the pain

and we are forgetting that we

are eternal and we are only acting

only

aging

again

act age

age of acting of action kings and kind til aging again

and again

only

it’s only

it’s

only an eternity

I’m only

I’m only alive while you’ve alive reading this and we die

we die we die we die we die we return to the artifice

was only a story

a loving memory

experience

dispossess

experience

dispossess

experience

experience

experience

experience

experience.

Gnomish Bread

honey she said

I’m gonna cut your throat

and bleed you senseless

put you out where you belong

amongst the otter and the swan

body rotting all cold year long

never to be found

 

sweetheart he whispered

between sips of sangria

and hits of deep blue smoke

you’ve already killed me

and I’m here already

haunting you

you wept in my graveyard

contempt for regret

I stormed your open psyche

and took hold of your neuralnet

syncopated with your rhythms

my spirit overcame

I run you from the inside now

the real inside

from whence you -really- came

 

honey she said

I’ve slit your ghostwire’s throat

you have no hold

over my mind nor my hopes

I forgot about you

a long time ago

the person I’m talking to

is only a ghost

that I only thought of for a moment

a brief sharp note

then I came to my senses

and transformed mirrorwise to a wolf