Earthbound (audio)

https://soundcloud.com/james-sheer-phaily/earthbound777

Please find attached a sketch in progress-a "handmade" audio recording of one of my latest pieces of writing(EARTHBOUND)-Thanks to Steve Wilson for the drum machine track and Jim Stanley for the bongo's-DOOMANTIA xj

Please "CLICK" the link above to hear the sounds! xj

Orryelle Defenstrate-Bascule:Distillatio Exhibition

Orryelle Defenstrate-Bascule: Distillatio exhibition Hundred Years Gallery, London
 June 25th-28th

Over the last nine years the Australian esoteric artist Orryelle has been involved in the creation of an alchemical book-web of graphic grimmoires entitled the Tela Quadrivium. The books (of which there are four in number) weave a wyrding way through the alchemical process utilising many deific pantheons and archetypes in order to illustrate, with sublime illustrative aestheticism, humanity’s relationship with Godhead, identity, creation and existence itself.

With the launch of Distillatio the artist has graduated from pencil with occasional flourishes of silver and gold to an adept execution of vivid, sensual, egg tempera paintings.

As Distillatio is the white book (in the weave) and white contains all colours, the splitting of this spectrum into the myriad of colours which form the Cauda Pavonis, (Peacocks Tail) exacts as it’s subject a truly beautiful and breathtaking collection of paintings which are not only adept in their execution but resonate with an alchemical immediacy which is somewhat akin, not only to sacred temple art but also to a magical otherworldly resonance seen only in the greatest of surrealist art.

When set in the weave of the book and now upon its completion, in all four books, the magic of Orryelle’s art becomes somehow vital and alive. This forms a surreality which the artist transmutes from the “going of the god’s” into the physical plane of Malkuth. What is also important is that Orryelle’s paintings also lose nothing of their vitality when taken out of the book-weave and placed in the gallery.

 The sublimity of his painterly technique and his mastery of it cannot be denied and as a painter myself, this artist found it awe-inspiring, sensual and very emotional to behold.

In conversation with the artist I found him affable and excited to talk about the process he had gone through in the execution of the White Book. Interestingly enough through working at the easel for many hours Orryelle told us how the distillation of his art onto the canvass induced a kind of hypnogogia which manifested itself as “not only a greatly increased awareness and perception of colour and it’s effects in the physical waking world, but also a delirious array of flickering myriad-hued mandalas when I closed my eyes after a long night at the easel”.

 Surely then the aesthetic alchemical process Orryelle has been involved in during the distillation of this book has not only transformed the apprehension of his art but the alchemist himself?

Performance
On the evening of Saturday 27th June Orryelle and a member of his company (Alison Rockbrand) treated us to an evening of performance music and dance. The set which the artist has prepared for his visit to our hemisphere commenced with an alchemical chess game (complete with newly forged and commissioned set) between the Red King and the White Queen (Red Lion/White Eagle).

As the music and action spiralled and unwound the  cowled figure of Orryelle (complete with voice and violin) was unshrouded to reveal the sacred blue deportment of Melek Taus (Peacock Angel) and the White Queen unveiled. Somehow in that “lightning bolt” moment, the journey of the Tela Quadrivium from Conjunctio to Distillatio was convoked to enthusiastic applause.

It was then that Orryelle (sans Alison) launched into one of this audience members favourite tracks from Orryelle- “Melek Taus” first aired in 2002’s Metamorphic Ritual Theatre Opera “The Choronzon Machine” and it has to be said the artist held us spellbound as the combination of Voice and Violin penetrated our cosmic sphere. The use of a loop pedal was also used adeptly by Orryelle in order to add a very unique sonic collection of cadences to the performance.

Orryelle then played a song called “If ” which can be heard on Soundcloud and of which I first heard last year at a Magical symposium in Leicester with a collective of other Castlemaine musicians called “Well of Wyrd”-one of the most optimistic numbers I have ever heard and one which I hope is on the next album.

This was followed by Sserpent Ssong which I believe is an invocation to Tiamat serpent of the Sumerian/Babylonian creation myth and finally Alison rejoined Orryelle in the performance space for “Kalikaye” from his ‘rechtaWatcher’ album, an awe-inspiring musical evocation of primal energies.

 

 

James Phaily 720 Words 

 

Deux ex Machina(Fifteen)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf4Hk3XsS4Y

During the course of my Master's degree in Fine Art at The University of Lincoln I made a series of large "mythopoeic" paintings and an accompanying book entitled "The Book of Heathen and Earth"-these, accompanied by a recording of a performance I did at thee "Sonics of Magick" gig at FUSE artspace in Bradford enabled me to create this "flicker" film-which was installed in the gallery at the University-Please CLICK on the link above to access this fragment xj 

Tommorow Knows

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHY8d0cnH7A

This film was made as a response to the "Central England Movie Archive"-it features footage of people buying tickets for a Beatles concert in 1962 and my own version of the last track from The Beatles album Revolver(1966)-"Tomorrow Never Knows." As the footage and we are going back in time the film is called "Tomorrow Knows."

I chose this track because it marks the point in time when The Beatles stopped touring and the advent of the psychedelic era, the point for me when music started getting interesting! xj

Please CLICK the link above to watch my film! xj   

EARTHBOUND

 Earthbound

 

Scene: The unfettered primordial darkness, resurging through and from the throne room of the most ancient one...

  Into the astral forest above the sky-blackout!

 I (re)awaken far beyond the valley that cloaks the abyss...

As  i regain consciousness, limber-up and earth-ride on!

 I find myself going back through night and coming forth by day.

It is with this process that i adroitly gather and bind the silent memory of my experience to a relentless behemoth of unquantifiable  funambulatory ecstasy.

 It is with the mi of my belonging that i transform  the sublime omniversant realm of the en-sorcellor-Atu One!

It is with one-pointed  ecstoical purpose that i  seek what is yet informed ,tirelessly foraging in the hundred-handed darkness of Amenta.  

Third eye ablaze!

 My seven souls, the kindling fire of our true nature...

In the Smashan(cremation grounds): The winged stench of rotting flesh carries the Nigredo Solis of death and dissolution  to a fecund scene where(in) the eyes of men are set ablaze and the lumeniscence  of consciousness  projected onto the hand of my most assured magickal purpose.

 

- My nascent starlit skywalk adeptly recieveth me. A negation of thought ,  in metatronic familiarity of dream re-rememberance  aligned to an acute earth-flight ,(a)risen  from behind the light of my kiaoetic shark’s desire...

Persistence of vision tears aside the silent veil as i silently depart this tangled mind-forest...

My heathen purpose rip and rend creating an  esoteric  poesis from the fecund “death and dissolution” of the black earth.

 The aesthetic  nature of this clandestine ritual of self-love is located at the night-side of the eclipse, generating radiations of primal energy through and from the  seventh wind  of the Sumerian way...

 The al-khem-ical  nexus which is hereby created forms the alembic that has at it’s nebula-the eye of the void...

I reify our shamanic playground  through a “know myself not” dream-weave of feather and scale, earth and sky. ..

Through earth and sky i assume the polemic, tooth and claw taking root- in the soil of the nigredo, saturated by the waters of the Nile. The mandragoria of creation reconfigures as a chtonic uprising...

I hurl myself out of the window and into the astral-twin above the sky...

In a parallel universe i stand on the bridge of night casting a malefic working...

 I project my cosmic apparition far beyond the ken of the mundane hustle of day-lit (un)dead zombie hunger...

I am a denizen of reified shamanic  surreality, ascetically carved from  a reconfigured  arcane cadence  of Sumerian haze and malefic import.

 The constitution and chemogenic properties of it’s exacting opaque reflection offers un-summoned  a cloak of fearless, starlit everlasting night which is mine to shield as arcane scimitar’s of sensorial aspect carve illuminating singularities into the hitherto previously impenetrable chaosphere of time and space...

The subjective signatory mind-warp of these nascent astral pathway(s)  and multi-dimensional  polarities gestate righteously beneath the  sublime  lycanthropic fullness of a hundred feathered thousand eyes...

In the Smashan, the heightened atmosphere  of  a most definite saturnalia reaches amoral pandaemonium . The retching stench of my rotting corporeality fucks the seven winds as i hang within  the cracks between the worlds. ..

This death posture stasis resembles  an  odaenism  of sacrificial inner-vision, the abscence of my left-eye-a qlipothic  passage rite into the cave of Lilitu.

A nexus escalating higher and higher weaving it’s wyrding , witch-blood countenance through and from the “blackening” phase of sacred Al-Khem, risen from behind the light-infinite slayerology...

Meanwhile...this twilight realm of death and dissolution, extricates and incinerates   it’s fecund backward-winding way ,infernally ablaze with all that should not be...

I stand shrouded in deadly dark exordium...

It  is here i make my stance – a polemic where no sole apart, as i look through  from behind the scene of mine own eye, guided by a lamp of invisible light-the eye of Thoth.

Out of the deep, i tirelessly seek, in the wake of my seventh gate, transcending duality, breaking dawn- annhiallating the useless  enforced machinery of some kind of man...

 I transcend duality, slaying godhead and identity with the one- pointed clarity of my warrior soul...

I am reborn and am chosen- as i genuflect in the throne room at darkly noon...

 The inner-space metamorphosis of the ever open door razor’s a smokeless fire whose apparition invites eternal anti-systems whom answer the arcane cadence of that which cannot be summoned...

 I utilize the call, bracing the immediate liminality of my surroundings  in painterly omens and portents- arisen, earthbound as i unlock the word- horde of my sphinx catacomb. I form a new aesthetic-steppin’ in and outside the circles of the nuclear winter of all that cannot be...

 Our blazing, flying saucer attack placates an outer -necessitation receptive of one’s signal to noise shamanic  karmic  vision...

Through the initiation i transmute in it’s entirety a selection of geospheric inter-dimensional  messages from the righteous  re-remberance of the magnetic  ziarah’s of the Dark City...

 The burning sky escalates it’s Arch-Loki space-ways through earthbound, folded-in  space, infinite( en-sorcelled by the seven angels of the young light)!

This alembic symbol, this space invading-aoratic medicine hat stand, gazing at my fur-lined  second sight-not taught- but lovingly opposed with the silver dagger of evil against evil...

It is mine I...

 A psychonaut in shroud  of human skulls and nomadic risen form doth  commit the body to solid black amplifier worship  in the wizened “mask  of death” that is the flickering invocation of the  phoenix...

- deep with: in the valley that cloak the abyss...

-Azazel ‘s (aeonic) mirror of doubt shatters shards of the shrouded starlit  glome...

I-stab the analogue cut-ins from the onslaught of gradations in aspect of singularities emitted-sweet nectar from the divine countenance of the thought  of  living moment ...

 A utopian sliver smashes a heat-tip sonic monololith  of Amplifier Worship in the arc-lite constant of neither opposite and i regress  the static...

 We shatter the wounded galaxies-of the Zu Heathen skullfuck-the eyes of men-our hands,  the prescient  prey of our illustrious incandescent Wolf-Father wretching catatonically  through the funerary backward-winding premonition of those  who  paint  with words...

In the run from the fire, i hear godly laughter and shatter the medicine hat of the outer void...

THE  terrestrial mind-fire in the wake of my unicorn sojourn,in the stoner coven of the aaoratic is entirely something else, a laughing jag  of relentless, tireless auteur enquiry?

 Seventh wind-weave of this endaemonic  tattoed mind-chain, keep-looking righteously in psycho-astral  heathen willow  tomes of  clandestine one-pointed cold –blood,in  warrior-aspect of spectral luminescence...

This oroboros  chimaeric  dark-star orbital  bleeds  the seven angels of our fecund black earth-green-blood and blue-skin of genuflected sacred mushroom edition...

 I am the feather and scale of a folded-in  heavy-metal Styxx river re-birth...

Dark globe ellipsis is a blue planet Ka...

A reincarnation of adept unity, it’s nature, a cosmically ensorceling ascetic-luna-(un)a-bashed, culminating in a funambulatory  passage rite. It’s location, the curved consciousness of visionary perception-an intoxicating rainbow convocation on the spokes of the kaaos metatron, space-craft of X-pass(ed)prescient future-daze.

To kindle a fire of honourable unfettered resurgence in the Voudon white darkness of a thousand Skies...

A  denizen of a thousand skies cloaked by the Willow’s that toll the bell...

 An astral mind-forest, ‘cos tree’s are people too... An amoral ,multi-dimensional  summoned entity  that cannot be-seen through the eye of  pale lies which men miscall their lives.

 I emerge from the most ancient one, a channelled Ragnarok laying waste to ill-communicated Ica-rian luminescence...

A pan-theurgic-Varg-ridin’ shape-shift -deadly dark...

I stand-seismically shifing earth and sky- melting above the sky, the sentinels and the blood of heaven-locked: in...

  A kaleidoscopic psychometric  extra  sensory perception, a strong  (shield  o’er )chaospheric  thirteen pointed earth-ride of coming back through night, starlit, sonic ,smokeless fire, carved in an endaemonic  depth-charge, eternally resurging my heathen surreality under  inner-space gloom of the blackened sons.

I -silent inner-space: Loki-Skywalker....

Mythopoeic Bookwork

The nature of my practice is occult-led and deals aesthetically with the manifestation of primal atavistic energies. It is through the invocation and channelling of these essentially spiritual energies in paint, sigil, found object, cut-up or spell that I have in mind the intention to create poetry through these magickal children and offer to the reader and  also myself (as creator) the sense of  an ongoing social/cultural and historical mythology. These atavisms apply themselves to both the conscious and perhaps more importantly the unconscious mind.

 

This mythopoesis takes the form of a book which as you read around aids the magickal process and unifies us for art’s sake for the chance of division.

 

Thus to all I offer, a reification of the Shamanic Playground and a transmutation of flesh to spirit   

 

MURAL777

Originally intended as a response to Crowley’s mural’s at the Temple of Thelema in Sicily, I soon realized that the constraints of time, space and audience were important contributory factors in its realization.

 

The mural was executed at a bar/restaurant called “La Campania” in the Church Square of a village called Los Montesinos on the Costa Blanca in Spain.

 

The space given to me was approximately one metre square, not as large as I had hoped but definitely achievable in the time I had to realize the project. It was an excellent creative feeling to know that I had free reign to do anything I wanted in the space but I also understood that it had to be suitable for the owner “Stacy Burnett” and his clientele

 

I began by whiting over the space with emulsion, after two coats, the surface held none of its original colour and we were good to go.

 

The painting was executed over three days and I worked on it for about three hours on each of those days. I worked steadily, applying the paint in patterned formations until a subject seemed to will itself out of the foundations. This was the point when my creativity really started to take hold and its subject matter achieved dominance.

 

The resulting picture is an example of a Shamanic avatar; the project shows an arcane preacher complete with Medicine Hat and third eye. It used patterned motifs to build up the picture and fills the space nicely. I used all the skills taught to me in my academic career at the University of Lincoln and I am more than happy with the result. 

 

It was great working with the people in the bar; they were all very inquisitive and more than happy to give their opinion. There was a point when I realized that I had actually got to pull the project off and it made me feel very nervous indeed what with everyone standing around watching me paint. Thankfully I had no problems and everything went well. A great experience.