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Month: February, 2017

Ode to Hekate

Praise be unto Hekate!

She who aided Persephone, in that wild chase through the bitter night

it was Hekate, goodely goddess with warm heart who wielded twin flames to light her way

Praise be unto you, Hekate, Triple Goddess of the three-fold moon!

Praise by and by, Hekate, Older than Zeus, Queen of the Night

My love unto you who dwells in Hades

O Fine Goddess, of three ways, white, black, and red

O mighty and formidable Deity

Ruler of the Underworld, hear me!

Kind and loving Hekate

white as the full moon, your image and beauty and magick I delight in

protecting as a mother, erotic as a virgin lover, Hekate

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Black as midnight on that moonless night

Bitter and fierce weeping angel Hekate

Destroyer of mine enemies, praise be unto thee, Lady Hekate!!

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Scorge-red martian dried-blood and iron Lordess of the Crossroads, HEKATE

where-in a man or woman may make a sacred pact with Old Scratch


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I sing in your honour and in your Queenly Noble Name

Praise by and by unto the keeper of the Black Dog, the Polecat of vermin’s bane

You are never scared, for your essence transmogrifies fear in to COURAGE

Hear me and my gifts of honey, honeyed wine, and sweetened sangre of mine own veins

Be always in allegiance to my highest and lowest and innermost aims!

Hekate! Take heed of my allegiance, for I already have felt yours

Hekate, destroyer of betrayers, eternally faitheful Queen of Night, of Witches

My own lover, in the astral realm, Hekate, Strength of the Anima, Pure

My love unto you, in this ode, yesterday, today, and forever on always, Hekate


Spirits as Frequencies (Declined Technology)

Let’s go on for a moment under the assumption that spirits are indeed a form of frequency, and that so too is DNA, brainwaves, and we know this to be true, that really, everything is energy. So spirits are wavelengths, just as we are.

This being said, the 5G that will be unrolled/rolled out in the next few years, and likely already may be around us. I wonder if one could compare the nature of the ‘retro-wave’ blocker which Gordon brings up in his latest TARL, the device which sends a canceling-out frequency… I wonder if this could be compared in some way to how the return of a counter-spell could work?

For humans are spirits too. And our human mind has been compared to transmitters, and so then on a higher dimensions are the higher octaves, so to speak, on those wavelengths oscillating. And it is the nature of oscillations which we are concerned with here.

For the one is a tube when looked at from the side.

And we are all energetic frequencies emitting and receiving in multiple dimensions, sending and receiving, receiving and sending. A sphere of signals. That may be life. At the centre is Source.

Whatever created humans is NOT Source, it just may be. But a being of vastly more-advanced or highly- “octivised” form. What we call our form is itself a particular given ‘duration’/”duree”, and this seems to be.

And these frequencies are abound in creating the world. The world itself is the massive telecommunications of these frequencies interacting – the shape of which, emanating from SOURCE is a sphere. It seems to logically entail.

However, might this sphere be also a tube? Might it even be a torroid? So in some way, both, and then also a thing, with ‘nothingness’ in-between?

For sounds, which are a most-suitable illustration of wavelengths, oscillate upwards and then too down? But also… both ways in time? Multiple? Hold on. Because this relates to ones and zeroes and how this energy is both a ‘particle’ and a ‘wave’.

The illustration from The Endless River, the final album of the most excellent rock/blues/psychedelic band of all time – Pink Floyd – contains an illustrated postcard with holographic/lenticular motion of particular note.

For this is their final album, one knows they are going to put something massively important and entirely symbolic in it. They will NOT go gently in to the goode night.

We are riding the spiral. This frequency as a frequency so this illustration reminds me of Walter Russell’s work, as well. The two members left of Pink Floyd most certainly know deep metaphysics, being able to create the legacy/legagistic music such as they do.

This holographic image even speaks to the nature of the image’s importance. It cannot be cheap to make, for another thing.

And it is striking in that it is the only holographic design. And it shows a spinning vortex of what appears to be lightning or electric wavelengths orbiting out from source. Which makes me think of prayers, charms, curses, and counter-curses.

Or radio waves as spirits and counter-waves, as spirits. After all, isn’t this what Alan Moore spoke of when we need to bring the psychology, art, language, and consciousness itself back together to REFORM magic? For he says they are all one thing.

Martin Klimas is the name of the artist who drew/photographed the piece of art in question/of our focus here. For if this is also true to ‘form’, then in some ascending and descending and perhaps ‘transcending’ manner, like the ‘Lady of Shalott’ image so popular in this generation I am in (generator!), the spiral is again a particle and wave, and this is why Gordon refers to this all as a timeline. But it may also be a timesphere, or a time-torroid.

Furthermore, the nature of what we call consciousness may have something of a clue for us (even the brain tiself would look something like Klimas’ picture) for it is said that our concentration, our focus, our awareness changes whether something is a particle or a wave. This must be like augmenting the timbre, or the amplitude, perhaps.

Sevan talks about the “dead end” of the timeline, how that’s what greys are, and others say greys are demonic entities. As all is frequency, this is not necessarily a contradiction, however I do not know if it is accurate.

All of the people who have given birth to us, which have survived the evolutionary game that have passed on ‘frequencies’ of powerful resonances. The original human mother still echoes through us all. Her life force is still alive in us all. We are, in some way, her and her mate.

We are all the cosmic children of the original divine egg and sacred sperm. Black egg, white sperm. Red child, golden yolk. “The spiral of frequencies is also the cosmic womb of eternity, forming a spiral torroid.”

It is his ‘point’ on the timeline when this knowledge is related to the public, and where perhaps, if true that this is of value, perhaps it is part of the ‘counter-spell’ to the destructive spirits and frequencies in our global environment.

Disc(h)ord need not exist to the extent that it does, at least not in the form it does now. We can choose a better sort of order and chaos. A chaos of ‘heaven’, and order of ‘heaven’. Of marshaling our inner resources to bring out the best in each other, no matter what spirits are doing.

This falls under the ‘do no shit-giving, and do no shit-taking’ or Don’t give anyone else shit, and take no shit. One can readily see how this is related to PROVIDING VALUE for/to others and having a pleasing personality.

Are the red and blue ‘planets’ the two ends of the torroid, the twin vortices? Are there two centers? Two universes? Is this a war between universes? As Fringe depicted? As FF9 has as part of its plot? or this gets interesting.

To illustrate, in FF9, the plot begins in a theatre with a group of actors (in a theatre ship, in the dark, [d’ark] actually). The game progresses and the scope of the world increases from a forest, to a whole world, to even other dimensions. The amplitudes rises in octaves to more and more expansive swathes of locale. It spirals out.

Is the other universe or parallel universe part of the evidence of the eternal return? Is this spiral of the timeline not only how retroactive sigils and the ‘mushiness’ of history both occurring, the function by which it operates? [note – Kripal’s semiotics of the paranormal as I write this]

For the timeline can be changed both in the future and in the past, what implications does this have for the eternal return, and the potential (mind you) ‘other’ planet, and what the other world/underworld/above world may be?

In this frequency model, are they other points in the vortices/matrix? If all humans are spirits, and spirits are energy, and focus and concentration as means of augmenting these vibrations, and 5G has a counter-spell so to speak and history itself, as does the future, have a counter-spell, and therefore too ‘thoughts are things’, just as spirits are, angels, demons, and even the luminescents/ the planets (classical), are all in a frequency model, then thoughts focused materialize.

All of this goes to say that we are obviously manifesting. What ‘the beard guy’ says about consciousness, what Gordon says about frequency, what Tool wrote The Holy Gift for, and what Sevan says about greys as the dead end of the timeline and the potential of the other planet or whatever it may be, that all thoughts are things… We are re-enchanting an already enchanted world – can this save us? For us we are AWARE ACTIVELY the we choose the outcome.

Tool’s Discography as Prophecy

Tool’s Opiate represents the force of the youth to messianically change the world a la Karl Marx, but it is deluded, and just like any who would force their politics, James Keenan would ‘rape you’.

The Undertow represents the unconscious dragging us down if we do not integrate what the next album repressents.

Ænima (the song is Ænema) is the feminine principle, the force which will drag what we see California way over on the left there get dragged down by – see Jordan B Peterson lectures for more.

Then is Lateralus, which is a synthesis for it is also The Holy Gift.

We are left wondering what will happen 10,000 days from now.



Author’s Wayside: Do note Salival and the original ‘satan on a phone pad’ are excluded knowingly.




manacle freak

take a choking child

heal it and train it

to murder the pedophiles

no one is left

all we are

all we stars

I am a star

every man and every woman is a star

not a single one

is a statistic

Bill Hicks cremated every merchandising advertiser



I am

the hung man

an alpha preparing for blood to spill

washing throughout the streets

thank you Jordan P

thank you runes

and thank you Me

Lick Obsidian Metal Tongue

Her long black tongue

probes my canal with scratching micro-fibers

delicate filigree monads reminding me

the hole inside of my mind

swallows up light

gravity is all that is left of space/time

some say that this

madness is real

they just can’t see a lilith

perched high upon my crown

the walls are made of air

they are closing in

the box gets tighter and tighter

the sky came in to be black

the ceiling is sucking up the floor

I am growing tenser

my dimensions are shifting gear

I am becoming smaller now

life expands in proportion to courage

if I can but

if I can but bite the hand that manacles me

I mangle the mad beast inside of me

something past caring something past free

if I If I if I


control the mind

the mind controls me

everything we think

we think we see

the walls are closing in

the gates of hell are iron

bound to the ground with bone

and screams

and all I can hear

is the lack of sympathy

and the mechamachine of industry

collating the fabrications of what our souls could be

and the good ol’ boys

trained to fire cannons of misery

out through the trauma vision

so keep your eyes peeled, Alex B

there must be solutions

else I will fade away

this snark is a boojum

all I can think to say

Homophily (Sh)

Should I do it?

Should I make a sigil for every one of us here who uses Rune Soup at this time to become hyper-successful


so we can love and protect

one another

should I make a sigil

that makes Gordon’s site the

first site in all the universe of all time

to take magic

and a motley crew

and make millionaires of us all?

because we all need a place to be safe

and to be savvy

and to be ourselves as we care to be


and should I dare to feign to alert you to alarm

the silent cry that is aloud

haven’t you been

hidden enough?

so should i burn this mind

in to the eternal rind

where we all grind

in words and time

and gravity

she can



I know her

‘middle’ name

so I am

I am

I am

who dare doubt

this Ozymandias

with my manpelt

my lion’s mane

my tigerstare

my bearclaws, yes

I’ll yearly tear you to shreds in your nightmares

I infiltrate diamondiacally your dreams

I am the one you have been waiting for

I consume you at your seams/seems to be

to be

to be

I protect



my friends

my senseis and mentors

my influences and my heroes

I will bring you wealth

as you have brought me

and then I will die

so mote it be

The Weather Change

That dude’s favourive Pokemon is Chansey

said no one ever

MewCubed here

dried and delicious mushrooms fill you

ok good human

you are welcome here

the abyss is far and few between when we perceive with these realities

how many angels

on the tip of your pin

this evening?

does it matter?

the atom bomb breaks the silence

except for those cameras there

to film it

cough cough camera says

but otherwise the goodely footage doth still remain

good thing

we could film

the same

in space


and other value meals

enjoy your toy


my dear

darling fearing


It Takes A Minute To Fall In Love

I could see the desperation

in that married woman’s eyes

how her hopes were wound so tight

just like us all I suppose

to break free with her one night

how would we face the morning light

would we be unwound

prepared for the good fight

I say so

I know so

but will it flow

Hedgehog Day

From here-on forth

2/2 on any calendar

is known as

Hedgehog Day