Muse = Musick! The Sphere Of The Mysteries

In the sphere of stillness chaos came into existence to create a vibrate flow of energy. Before existence, we need vibrations in order to manifest creations, such as forms and so on. Strangely, these vibrations can be interpreted as expressive forms of musickal energies manifesting creations in the unfathomable infinitude, the essence that has bestowed us life. Muses flow through us, unaware of their origin. But as you contemplate, these inner muses come from the unfathomable essence. Though they be marginalized in the modern age, but they still retain an essential importance for guidance. They come to us in sounds of words, but these sounds of words can be considered a strange form of musick nonetheless. Thus the inners muses which flow through us, coming from the primordial essence of life being a form of musick. And needless to type, muse is sounds similar to musick.

More fascinatingly, we hear about such musickal geniuses such as Mozart hearing a continuous flow of musick in his inner self, helping him create  his masterful pieces of music long unforgotten since it's inception. Mozart, presumably, was connected to higher state of being, where he possessed a more distinct clarity of these expressive vibrate energies from the primordial essence of creation. This enabled him to attune himself to something higher, where he can not stop hearing this inner musick flowing through him from the limitless Mystery of being.

It almost seems higher the connection to the divine essence, clearer & stronger the vibrate energy you may feel. Musick, communicates to the right-hemisphere of the brain, which is the flexible, feminine side more in connection to the limitless mystery of creation. So it may be reasonable to say, when musicians engage in such an art, their connecting to their higher selfs, channeling the vibrate energies to them, then expressing how the energy flows through them by playing it on their instruments. As may you hear them say, it almost seems as though the music wrote itself. Unconsciously implying that a higher essence possessed them, helping them create their music by channeling these vibrate energies to them.

To my fathoming, the vibrate energies of the limitless Mystery is an infinite muse that only a lucky few people possess a direct communication with it, where they feel it flow distinctly through them and hear it as musick. This ability is also known as clairaudience. There was once a case of an adolescent, living in New York who used to walk and sing in rhythm continuously, play Mozart backwards and cultivated his own symphonies at the age of 12 or so. He was possessed by the rhythmical energies of the Universe, feeling their vibrations endlessly. His mind was strangely ripened to the musick sphere of creation. An unending ebb and flow of energies. This ability is also  latent to all of us. But only a few have a beautifully ripened mind where they can hear the musick of the spheres in clarity.


Some scholars and researchers such as Michael tasarion claim that ego-consciousness is a recent phenomenon, that our ancestral predecessors had a direct communion to the musick of the cosmic spheres before we fragmented our consciousness from disastrous catastrophes in distant antiquity. That hearing our voices in our head is something new. Before such woeful tragedies we had direct communion with the divine essence, such as Mozart hearing that endless musickal muse from the inexplicable Mysteries of life.

Is The D.N.A The Stairway To The Heavens?!

As an adolescent I had a cultivated interest in the anatomy of the body & mind. It was a fascination I had until I entered the school system which brought my fascination to an end, amongst other fascinations. Thankfully, I was never a follower, always tried to develop my own opinions and seek unique, interesting material whenever I could. But when I endeavored into esoteric studies my reality took a significant shift. I realized our mind and body is infinitely more interesting and exciting than what we with have been told by teachers and mainstream scientists who are purveyors of wretched nonsense. In fact it possesses divine (I)Magick.  This is why we have a faculty called the "Imagination"

When watching this rather interesting lecture on D.N.A gnostic notions came to me that the latent part of our D.NA, ( which is ridiculously called "Junk D.N.A" by the moronic fools who possess no knowledge about anything) might be the stairway to the Heavens(or stars you could say). By accessing the latent part of D.N.A it might  give us a more intimate connection to the mysterious architect of reality. In other words, bring us to the stairway to the heavens where we can posses our real potentialities to gave us a luminous upgrade by the architect of reality (GOD)

Unfortunately it is not predominantly known that our D.N.A is an expression of energy, not a physical manifestation that is unchangeable. To say that is mind-tyranny. This indicates that our thoughts can change our D.NA, for the fact that our psychology rules everything else in our body. 

It was known to the mystics and sages of old that frequencies and thoughts can change the vibration and state of our D.N.A 

Saying this, is it possible to imaginatively visualize our D.N.A being activated to unlock our latent potentialities so the stairway of the heavens  can open for us to send electrical surges through us to open the doors of perception?!

Perhaps it's possible, but I'll let you decide that possibility for yourself!

William Blake - The Stairway of heaven

                                Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven Live 

And as we wind on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all is one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

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Alchemical death!

Mind inflamed with intensity 
When the feeling of perceptible subtleties comes
realizing your state is on the precipice of insanity 

As you enter the temple of death
where Cronos awaits your burning flesh
in the pits of blackened flames
For a murderous alchemical slash

Melancholy sounds are made
as death yearns
to make the resurrection earned

So feel your mind & body burn!

As the epochs takes it turn!

Evil Disguised As Freedom

"Evil is the obstruction of freedom"  When you spell evil backwards you get Live. How can you live without freedom?! You can't. So bear in mind when you see freedoms and rights being taken away it's an act of EVIL, not a political necessity. Furthermore, anything that's a violation to my free will is thus EVIL. Because an external force is in opposition on how I should live. Hence it being EVIL!

For instance, if I was outside smoking a joint and policeman approached me so he could  apprehend me for a smoking joint. This is considered an act of EVIL! Because, according to Natural Law. I'm allowed to do anything I'd like as long as I don't harm a fellow citizen. In reality the policeman's idea of reality is backwards, and this is why he commits acts of Evil. Remember, evil being the opposite of Live.

The definition of live is ultimately about having free will. As long as the free will is not used to violate someone else's free-will to commit acts of Evil.

It should be obvious, if thoroughly understood. we have evil disguised as freedom. What's written as law by man is irrelevant. There's only Natural Law!

The Priestess On The Forbidden Isle

Do you want to wonder?
Well, read the mystery - warlord's literary ponder. If your fancies are incline to fond to these strange worlds that lie yonder
that will make the hemispheres of the brain go asunder
Read this strange, literary ponder.

These are forbidden utters
From the world of crazed wonders!
To make the burning luminosity of your brain
go asunder

So are sure you still want to wonder? Fools!
Heed but be careful, because these linear symbols are sinful seeds
that will cling on to your brain like tormenting weeds
So are still sure you want to feed your brain to these crazed ponders?

Well, too bad. And I don't care if it makes you sad
Become wicked, like me, and ferment the brain with crazed wonders
Of hidden worlds that lie yonder
in the depths of the mind
that has been ripped asunder!



I was an outsider, misfit and no friend seeker in this wretched, levithanian kingdom filled with treachery and deceit. The bards, belonging to the cult of the dark light were told by heretical mystics of an isle where the choassophian priestess dwells, where she possessed strange apparatuses, if used wrongly would torment the mind endlessly, and perhaps give people permanent  insanity. She was also known to possess forbidden powers of magick. I was given unforgettable wonders when the bards imparted me these sayings, when the moon expressed it's crazed luminosity at the levithanian kingdom. They were strange bards, though. Bards that wore rings which had effulgent opal stones on it that expressed plemoric intelligence through it. Some say they possessed the power to make those opal stones to their personal universe, where they would enter into and fragment their conciousness to a multitude of expressions as they did this during their meditative state where their physicality would shed off , then they would go into a wondrous state of amnesia. Once they did  this they were able to enter their own world they personally created in a state of forgetfulness.

 They had long, pointy eyebrows and strange, tired bags under their eyes from the insomnia consequences of possessing a thousand and one tales within their minds. Their garbs were velvet black, with intricate purple designs, which took years to professionally fabricate. Upon the precipice was their dwelling, with weird ruins, of statues of forgotten gods and palaces. The wizards there would communicate with the forgotten ones by simply touching the ruins, being chanelled forgotten lore through their communications. Up the serpentine stairway, broken and decayed by recallless ages, stood mossed statues of weird gods. On  top of the hill stood a baphometic goat with a flute, for a fountain statue that water specifically poured out of it's flute, covered with radiant moss from the olden ages. It was known that the wizards, with their ageless wisdom would skry through the water that was contained in the fountain. Communicating with bizarre entities that inhabited planetary abodes, in highly intricate galaxies and cosmoses. To try to give proper articulation to such visions would be unnecessarily foolish. The awes that came to me were divine, godly sentiments. To put into words would lessen those precious awes & sentiments.

Afterwards, when finished listening to those queer sayings of the isle and priestess from the bards of dark light . I commenced a desire to flee this land to the forbidden isle. I went to my dwelling, in the misty forestry beyond the levithanian kingdom. It was a cabin, given to me by a heretical witch. She drew weird artistry on the walls, of cthulhuian monsters,ominous cosmoses and abysses. She also had drawings of astrological charts of this worlds and other worlds she would visit through her acutely intense dreams and astral explorations. She left me her dragon leather-bound books of occult lore from remote antiquity to me. When you hold such books in your hand you felt the energy of the ancient wizards and sages. Such feelings are miraculously thrilling. The leather was from androgynous dragons that have been long extinct. The remnants of their recollections lies in our tales and legends. Sometimes dreams would come to me of this heretical witch dancing ecstatically on the stars, while the  cthulhuian beings would fly hideously on atheric oceans of space, as they made guttural rhythms and chaotic dances. I was told rumours by the village folks that she stole the key to the chaossphere from the levithanian priests, in their foreboding palace of horrors. She wanted to dwell there eternally so she could  fuse her soul with the primordial energy of chaos.

When I entered into the cabin I decided to grab my sword, cloak and silver coins. The sword was made by a blacksmith, who was deaf and blind, but possessed high mastery of blacksmithing. He also was an incredible musickian, though he was deaf, he was still able to feel the rhythms of higher cosmos. Later, at the sea ports I traded my silvers coins for a boat made from ancient oaken wood. According to the fisherman, who I bought the boat from, the oak roots back to the primordial creation of this planet. I thanked him kindly, for it, and departed these lands to the forbidden isle I sailed. The boat was made by the small-folks who dwell in cavernous mountains who have cults with pre-dominating dogmas of not living in the light, but only in darkness. They believe the luminous rays of the sun will turn them into perishable dust. Though they are superstitious, they tend to be enjoyable folks to be around with. And needless to say, their craftsmanship has stunning merit.  They carved a oaken statue of their goddess, in front of the boat with angelic wings and strange horns on her head. I was told it would protect me when ominous things would impend. Sailing through the devia sea, known to be populated by the merfolks. Sometimes sailing through it, especially at nights, you would gaze below and see their radiant kingdoms shine visibly in the deep, sinister sea. At times, though, merfolk sorceresses would be lying on large  rocks compelling you with ther pernicious seduction. When you look into their eyes it seemed as they had diamond-esque pupils in their eyes. Their blueish white, and they had green long hair.

Later, on arrival at the forbidden isle. The land was odder than mine. It was told to me by the bards from the dark light cult that certain parts of the land was invaded by extra - terrestrial plantations that transformed people's physiology to become fungus-esque in nature. When the men had their physiology transformed to preternatural characteristics, and their women were left to their original appearance. They were afraid to what happened to their men until they showed them what they perceived with their new, radically altered conciousness by imparting some of their fleshy plantation to them to digest. When digested, they saw a radically different reality, filled with radiance and luminosity. Then they voluntarily became plantation beings , and ultimately a new race of people. Normally called the plant-folks. Now they do rites and ceremonies, with the folks made of mist dancing on the ground and  trees. As I walked by them, in the distance, upon the hill was the priestess of the forbidden isle, who knew the magick of chaossophia. Wolfs were by here, she wore a black cloak with subtle mystical designs. Her skin was fair, the hair was dark red. But strangely she had a black vertical flame painted across her eyes with purple tips to represent the black flame of feminine energies of chaos.

She brought me to her tower, by the forestry where demonic tree-esque folks dwell. Inside, I was taken to the room of conjuration, which had a cabalistic design on the floor. She gave a string instrument to me , which expressed droney rhythms while she danced to them. The cabalistic tree of life had purplish crystals in its 10 slots, which led to spheres unknown.
She approached me and said" Some people believe flesh is a trap, others believe the flesh is necessary for you to create your own soul. Regardless which one is true, we shall transcend our physical bodies by conducting sexual magick rites on the cabalistic floor. So we romantically took off our clothes, and begun it. When our states of consciousness were acute, our astral bodies were able to leave the flesh and go into the crystals in the cabalistic slots to journey to the spheres unknown. We travelled into unimaginable, strange worlds only known by mystic's of high merit. Sometimes we travelled to worlds where our astral bodies would inhabit physical bodies, then we would lose each other and find each other again through a perilous journey . Other worlds were totally spiritual, with menacing lords. And vistas with incessant serpentine labyrinths.

Finally, we came back from whence we came, then we lay on the ground from this perilous,long venture of horrors and wonders to the spheres unknown. Suddenly, a premonition came to the priestess when her raven came by. It spoke to her in raven language of deadly perils on the distant parts of the isle. She understood the language perfectly, it was taught to her by the wizards of the isle who long used the ravens for communication purposes.

Right after she told me we'll have another astral exploration and transform our astral bodies into ravens and see what perils that are taking place. This we did. And we travelled to the empire of the living dead. Made by sorcerers who posses the art of necromancy, and have made an army of the living dead to support their ruthless empire by subjugating villages on the forbidden isle to increase their power. They had  nefarious plans to awaken the old cyclop sorcerers long slumbering in the ground who posses astonishing capacities of the dark arts.
So we flew back to devise our plans at her tower to triumph them.

To be continued.

The Elusive Reality Of Psychopathy part 5 - The Wolf In Sheep Clothing

The wolf's in sheep clothing who have infiltrated our social institutions have a great weakness, once they are detected as psychopaths. They've lost. It doesn't take a professional to spot them, it takes knowledge to spot them out. Once our awareness increases about them, they have no where to run.  They are pinned against the wall. The reason why the world is in a state of turmoil is because corporations and resource companies have been infiltrated by psychopaths. It's psychopathic behaviour to ruthlessly kill animals, in those corporate farms, and it's psychopathic behaviour to commit vast ecocide. It's not human nature, it's a human condition. Unfortunately, a lot of humans have been conditioned to be psychopathic. Don't misunderstand me, either. Humans are always responsible for their actions, but unfortunately a lot of humans who participate in such actions don't realize they've been conditioned to be psychopathic. A psychopathic doesn't feel no remorse, but humans do, especially when they exercise their conscience.

Fortunately, for us, it's easy to spot a wolf in sheep clothing once you're aware of this phenomenon. Perhaps when people are more cognizant about it, they will make it mandatory to test if people are psychopathic before they want to attain to certain positions in our society. Especially the prominent ones. When they become a powerful influence in our society their intent is to dehumanize. Look at what the media has done to certain area's in the states, it has totally destroyed people psychology where they rampantly claw at each other for cheap rubbish at wal-mart. Because the media has a psychopathic influence where they directly aim at people's desires and insecurities to destroy them in a cloak of benevolence. These people are deeply paranoid as well, this is why in certain areas in the world they have constant surveillance to watch everybody. Worse yet, they like to treat people as children by telling us obvious things at airports such as this" As you walk down the stairs please put your hand on the handrail when you have luggage in your hand. This is absurd to the extreme. People know this naturally, they don't need to be told this on the speaker phone.

If you want the desecration of art, ecology, free-thinking, animals and most importantly human's lives to stop. Do your self a favour, learn about psychopathy. Then pass down your knowledge to someone else so this awareness can grow. This is very serious!

As in dune, one teaches ten, then ten teaches hundred, then a hundred teaches a thousand, then a thousand teaches ten thousands. This is what needs to happen within the next 5 years, if we don't want to live in a permanent dystopia.

The Elusive Reality Of Psychopathy Part 4. Toxic psychopathy in the psychiatric industry.

"We don't have an epidemic of mental illnesses in the world, we have an epidemic of psychiatry in the world"

First of all, the human is born inherently perfect. It's the system that's broken, then psychiatrists try to fix what isn't broken with their crude methods. Psychiatry has been a history of torture. An intelligent psychopath is perfectly intrigued in psychiatry so he can have the deceitful mastery over people, then play mind-fuck games with his patients. Since the inception of this institution it has been coarse, always trying to convince individuals their mad because they can not fit into society, prescribing chemical drugs to problems which are spiritually based. Now we are living in a generation where everybody thinks they have a mental illness, because Pharma likes to meticulously target people about certain issues to the populace which makes them feel less efficient in society. However, it never occurs to the majority of the world that trying to adapt to an abnormal society will make you neurotic. And therefore accepting the pharmaceutical drugs will just make you psychically dead, an emotionless zombie in other words. 

It's totally apparent to me that a lot of psychopaths have infiltrated this institution, otherwise safer methods to heal the psyche would be employed. Not this dangerous madness. Perhaps it's time to realize that not all people are the same, and have their own specialities and weaknesses. Perspectives are not collective, everybody sees reality differently.  Sometimes what is known as a flaw can be a latent virtue. In indigenous cultures, if they witnessed a child acting strange they would take him to a shaman to see if he was a potential genius, or if the child simply was deranged. Some of these people psychiatrists  deem mad may have certain mystical faculties which allows them to see reality in a radically different view than the majority of people, which doesn't necessarily mean their mad. In fact, it's the psychiatrists who are stark mad. According to some psychologists, some schizophrenics can see through all the deceit and lies in society, and doesn't want to participate in it. Any time when someone explores new methods, it's denounced. Once realizing this, it's apparent that the people who triumph this institution are psychopathic lunatics. A sane person would be receptive to new methods, and fix it's follies. Unfortunately, we have a lot of decent people in these institutions who can't think for themselves so they abide to the crude methods and continue the dreadful torture.

It's really terrible hearing children get treated with pharmaceutical drugs and deliberately inflict pain to themselves so they can feel alive because they have been thoroughly medicated. This isn't right. So this is why learning about psychopathy has necessary importance, so people can detect them and not allow them to infiltrate institutions where they can abuse people against their volition. It's now, or never. We can let these people keep on damaging brilliant minds, because they don't fit to the accordance of their pre-conceived notions of reality. Such as this"You don't fit in the system, you're broken" Perhaps its time take into consideration that all these so called add,adhd, autistic children (or people) are here to show the world different ways to interpret reality. Perhaps its the pre-dominate view of what sanity is that needs adjusting.  

Now I leave you with the luminous star, Roky Erickson. A genius who was sent to prison for smoking marijuana and was given lobotomies, for being considered a "Mad Person"