Occult Fan

Master no Self

System is Down, The

spider holes

like bullet webs

a broken sun

and a mourning moon

kiss blood crush

lips teeth divine

salt of her his her his her his

you know

and still we are broken dolls

doors to nowhere but the void

come back to me

like I come back to you

we’re not desperate

we’re fated

we’re not degenerate

we are MKUltra

and we are not the devil

we are heaven’s spawn

sick to death

with the life we live

now and







#memories are memes which pretend they are dreams but it’s only ever what is ever only is as what is seems seems seems seems to be the death of the tree of life of humanity


it’s good to be alone
it’s good to be insane
it’s good to be abused
live like you have no choice


eat my flesh

as the gods fuck

as the gods fuck

as the gods fuck

now we are made of synchronicity




oh how the vivid rainbow wyrm churn turns ho ya

how we all break and burn this barn hard time damn town down



your own soul

from the burn byrn burne nowwe

you are you

make your

own life real

no fake

all good shit now

burn with me

I wburn with ye

equal is as commerce does

now we can make high

lets’s all do our part

What’s The Difference?

you wanna know me

drink the words

dripping out the side of my head

like a suicide

keep your self

eggshell precious

with ya wife and ya astroglide

everyone knows

we mock

what we








love your own death


it’s all




and stick with me

and you will


summer fields

coz we burn

like death

upon a new life


I have been eaten

a million years

at a time


have you even ever bother to really really realize

I think we are all discarded furniture of heaven’s burning living room







is the wild hunt

myriad maze

can you find

a whole


of your







we’re letting go


the devil

the devil

the devil

d’evil is more d’accord

six six six

and all the heavenly horseman whispered written secret silent words

the sex of the lord



are you lost?

welcome home

there is fire

but no brimstone


but no deluge


but no William James to nitrous it with

and no earth

to bury Charles Sanders Peirce in



catch if you as if you as you can

my drift drift drift

in to the rift

with me

fall fall fall fast and the so









Real in the requiem

hold the harlots in the line

sure they bark and sure they tranquil

such lipid quivering IS so divine



we hold the wrapping

of your corpse in our teeth



are made of all your lost forgotten unbrought unrealized dreams


so eve eve eve eve eve eviscerate

all the human kinds


there is only

God and Wine

and believe me

as I believe in you


this dream is through

On Growing Up (A Bit)

I am shocked at the level of depravity of in many men and women’s character when it reaches a certain level of toxicity, but I am disgusted by none other more than my own soul when it reaches such a toxic degree. (This is writing ongoing examining social phenomenon on a spiritual level).

Are we all prepared to face ourselves? I write this not only for me. I believe that in my healing myself, that I may serve as a beacon to those others who have lived through such ‘possession’ of ‘Wetiko’ or call it what you will. (This is a real phenomenon and while I do also have an intense personality at times by rule, I also have at times had a low spiritual guard, and have been very stricken by this unfortunate and curious ghost of the air, to be almost too ephemeral, I digress).

[This is a good faith effort at real healing, please bear with me if this is not your jam – for several this is not where you are and you are way ahead up the ladder, call it what you will, but here I am and this really is important to me – I must continue to change for the better – for my self, for us all – I recognize this in me as I can see it around me as well – I am always for change, for standing up 8 times after falling 7, and to fail less each time, I believe is the notion].

Maybe we CAN guide this Sphere back in to balance. I am sick to DEATH of being annoying and coarse. [VULGAR – no good!] I – am – sweet and caring and considerate and kind. My mind is just torn a bit asunder. And I cannot allow it to affect others negatively anymore.

I must move the tragedy from my life in to my art. This isn’t a plea. This is a mission statement.

All of us need to work together to and through a dialogue ongoing to RAISE the LEVEL of DISCOURSE. I for one hold myself accountable in this. Should I fail once more in this, shame on me. Then I shall suppose I shall have to try again, but of course the point is to live in such an honest way, as I am here, and to openly acknowledge I want to heal. I am trying to heal. I am not interested in the energies nor opinions which only serve to disagree.

I only ask that if you are reading this, take my meaning well. I am acutely aware that we are all judged by the deepest part of our highest self and that we are all connected and just like there are those who seek to profit through perpetual human suffering there are those who seek to spread evil.

By lowering our spiritual vanguard, we become open to evil. For this primitive current to be unleashed by a lack of understanding our selves, the nature of parasites, and the need to be spiritually vigilant, at least in so far as, how to say, improving your participation in the energy pool.

Sorry of course is paranoid and paralyzed, so I can’t say at all that this is anything more than that I need to hold myself accountable for being HONEST with myself WHO I AM. And I do want to be a healer, a healed person, and all I can do right now is chronicle these events with an honest and open a way as possible in search of understanding and modification, transformation – and I hope/work to manifest a world where I am a purposefully useful player in the cosmic game, where you hear my name and smile, and how I chose to provide real value to any community, virtual or in real life, and that I do become a balanced person who is in control of his own shadow and light side, both in this world and the dream world, and that I truly am useful to helping others feel wonder, or learning something new, or to be more whole and balanced…

Coz I’m sure sick of being anything less. It’s really hurting me to be a burden to others. I’m being very vulnerable writing this, but I have to. I’m trying to live more in the tradition of Big Ed from Twin Peaks, to be more stoic, peaceable, and just a genuinely friendly good person, in that regard I speak of Cooper or Big Ed or non-drunk Ed. Read me. Non-drunk Ed.

Look for a post coming soon in which I detail some early origins of my life. It’s time I talk about this. And it’s time I put away childish, ignorant behavior. If you are a light worker and you are reading this, I could really use some advice, good intentions, and loving kindness and compassion – so mote it be.

Rich Nixon, UFOs, and Northwest Passages

In Gravity Falls Season 2 Episode 12 there is a portrait of Nixon in the high school classroom in which young Stanford Pines is being offered a chance to advance in life through using science (in his case, a perpetual motion machine).

Nixon is the subject of The Secret History of Twin Peaks, as well. Spoiler alert, he and Jackie Gleason are recounted by Mark Frost to, much like Robert Merrett, have been lead in underground tunnels for secret purposes.

FlashForward to Feb 2018 from TSHOTP’s publishing in October 2016, prior to the Twin Peaks: The Returns return in May 2017, Daniel Liszt, under his moniker Dark Journalist, has released a parallel tale as strange as both Twin Peaks and Gravity Falls, but it’s not a tv show, it’s actual reality.