


if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality


the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory



What’s My Name

The True Artist develops pseudonyms (masques) not as something to be thrown away, but as constant components to her complex existence to be integrated and transcended. When a completely new and radical unfolding in the artistic vision becomes apparent, where all old rote and rituals are suddenly and often violently rendered (not useless but) null; it becomes a sacred honor to consecrate this new awareness with a name.

In so embodying (inhabiting, remembering) this new transcendence, the artist must remain totally aware that the previous personalities of her now transcendental vision are still required as components in the maintenance of the new Genius thus attained thereunto. And the ultimate first calculation is a karma person such as it stood when the artist first began the habit of redefining and naming herself … apropos, all Genius requires the component of the original person you were programmed to be before you got to play your hand at hacking your own awareness.

By giving these states of awareness attained a name (masque), we can investigate their character by a process of objectification. In integral jargon: “the subject of your current state of awareness (subjective perception) becomes the object in the awareness of the higher transcendent state”. The proof of this occurrence is the negation of all conflicts experienced at the previous states. These conflicts may remain within the older, deeper, and component masques (pseudonyms); negation simply means they cease to leave a karmic trace … they now equal zero. This ‘equaling zero’ of the spiraling architecture of artistic personalities is called ‘transparency’. The metaphor here being of divine light, stained glass, nakedness and vulnerability, etc.

This process of the artistic evolution of Intellect has been alluded to everywhere by the wise because it is purposeful and is a process which is more accurately described as an operation (fnord). Some of my favorite axioms pointing to this secret can be found in Crowley’s “Love Under Will”, Wilber’s “Transcend and Include”, Falco’s “Arrow of Complexity”, and Dee’s “Hieroglyphic Monad”.

But what is important in Dancing the Masque is that there is a thread of continuity. That the Transcendent state comes ‘back to market’; befriends all the demons and enlists them in the honour guard; loves, embraces, maintains, and cares for all the previous states of personhood which are still so essential to the complex expression of artistic genius as it is right now. All masques must be given their proper timing and groove on the ballroom floor.

This may seem like a lot of work … and it is. But this way of working does not cost energy when the entire proccess is accounted. The act of transcendence radically liberates energies that had been locked away inside our unexplored kinks. This way of heaven, this way of immortality, purity and superiority was summed up by the most interesting man in the world when commenting on Masquerades:

“If the only thing that comes off at the unmasking hour is the mask, you have done something wrong.”

This is a good metaphor for transparency, and is a kind of vulnerable nakedness much more difficult than nudity. Its presense emits the sweet perfume of genius, intellect, myth, and artistry into the air like inscense. This is the eros and eroticism of all true sapiosexual potion; because the consciousness (soul) is the seat of transcendent wisdom. And the infinite of consciousness can paradoxically contain the void incomprehensibleness of pure Intellect; pure Wisdom, and that is Big Love. And the body in gross matter, ludicrouslly paradoxically can contain all of this; and that is power and bliss, and force and light.

This is why having the names of yourself and others remain in your pure heart is power. This is how developing a relationship with your global-centric self can allow you to put the entire planet and its complex symbiotic ecosystems into your pure heart. And this is how wisdom inhabits courage and acts in power. Through alignment, through timing, groove. Heat and Moisture, Vital Force and Subtle Electricities; the transmutation happens right on time.

Stay Thirsty, Stay Foolish.