Occult Fan

Master no Self

Three Hares (Lucky)


Number three, Ricky –


This Steely Dan song off of Pretzel Logic (1974) begins using the sound of when the Lepus are about to attack… Chris L Knowles notes importance of opening tracks).


CERN etc spinning


water pot Solomon


dimensions veils glamours




demons? angels? aliens?


three rabbits multiplied


cube the equation


everything is illuminated


in this


unbearable lightness of being


when we’re spinning


Nate Is Link

I am the Link between ages

The rising phoenix of the morning’s tide

smile on my face

despite their lack of grace

I shall summon all

the holy forces to my rise

Blood Orchestra







Cigarette Dream








Today is the one year anniversary of my being Entered an Apprentice in Freemasonry.

One year later, my Father is beginning his Masonic journey as well.

There are no such thing(s) as coincidences.

Sacred Looks

the taste of your face

dripping down my skin

you are the world

that I am living in

through the dark and the light

through thick and thin

feathers drifting in the sunlight memories

making love like Armageddon

tryst on the cliff far above the jagged crag’d rocks

we thrust free, no need for locks when I’m in your heart shaped box

trust and passion and long-lived fidelity

a roses scent and a blossoming tree

the way that you talk, and how your shining eyes sing, secretly, just to me

a world of keys folden gold like ebony and ivory

celestial witness, my rescuer from purgatory

your love may alone be

why the devil will never ever get to me




shadow shadow cinema

vision of the cliff

high upon the overlook

path nirvana wonderland

stellascopica iruv rosirc

red is the dile tide

stain petal blushing flame

metal in the well

purple in the well

golden over horizon

where the astral summoning

dials the entry

common cause to be open

let’s rock

Hold Your Head Up

where stars are made

that never fade

turn to face

the killing time

spitroasting soul

ghostlift the body into the aire

gift ghost the gilding girl

cutting and slutting without a care

bloodsport is a palindrome

quiescence silt and lyme

vagaries surrounding sacred laws

something about not killing

something about not coveting

what is not mine

something something

killing time

Proetic Edda

the fire in the minds of men

is kindled by a golden bough

grand chessboard faltering

at the face of a thousand heroes