ESOTERIC RESISTANCE

These pastels for an exhibition at the Greestone gallery in Lincoln
1.The Chaosphere of JSP
2.Arch-Loki
Making this part of a series of devotional works,experimenting with my own Outsider Esoteric style, reallly enoying instigating them-MORE L8ER!x

PARADIGM LOKI

PARADIGM:Example,pattern;especially:an outstandingly clear or typical example or archetype.

This painting is a luminescent invocation to the Norse God Loki-hopefuly through instigasting this piece i have assimilated some of his attributes in body and soul.Was very pleased with how it turned out the colours etc. and marks a new interest in painting and exploration of this medium.

Initiation Into Nothingness

Initiation into Nothingness

I hang in death posture repose. It is within this fleshly imprisonment that there resides an eternally earthbound functional catacomb, tasting the chaospheric, the silent impossible and the absolute.

I, the weirding of strange times and righteous portents a divinatory goat, (within threshold) watching the seventh overlord dawn.

Goat Herder reality forms sensorium of orchestrated bedhouin equilibrium, this entourage ignites a sequel of Pandaemonic pipes, fervent in the infinite dwellings and recesses of the mind.

Our remnant spectral degradation is banished ‘neath lycanthropic fullness, the remaining matter forming acute antennae to the heathen, lying enchanted in the dreaming. Endless, within my dark chill caravan.

 A dark hollow confirms a flavoursome understanding, using sacred true nature to ignite its nebula from whence it came. The resulting persistence of vision is a blackened initiation, offering my entropic flickering existence.

This one moment is filled with a familiar auspicious candour, shedding wisdom toward the arcane and the ancient, risen, adept with desolation ethos.

The astral plane of the abyss ploughs through the psychic field, forming esoteric intelligence from the unconscious heart of world civilization. This foresight extinction is cleansed by the grasping destruction of humanity, devoured by extra-sensory projection, mind bombs ricocheting silently.

The fruition of this granite extinction could in no way cause a blunder to the collective inspiration of this western cluster. Its sentience, a hollow lifetime of master and servant shadowed within the context of this deathly truth, its megalithic proportions, a gathering up of the lone stars, smelt from the day-glow of this corporeal  contribution to the cosmic stratosphere.

The bitterness held retribution, cracking a cold constellation in the gathering heavens, pillaging divinatory salvation through a remnant tear in our existence. This spiritual equity is spent in eternal seasons of Thannatos, cleansing existence. 

A silent, infra-red cyber dream lies impaled on the hollow waters of cosmic empathy. Deicide electricity calls tower of the goddess within this arbitrary fluttering moment, disappearing quiescently toward worm-hole traveller horizon.

This calligraphic psi-obelisk printing circuits within, corresponding systems that elucidate both sensory and ecstatic attractions of the auspicious cognitive heathen. Eternal freak outs coagulate aforethought, necrotizing time-imprisoned testimonies and sentient upheaval. 

God of panic ushers the chaocratic millennium of manic nocturnal configurations, correlating all permitting righteousness within the context of this leviathan book eclipse. Dark Magick reigns down wrathful, insidious mountains of inner-space logic upon this esoteric daemonic moment. It is this blessed alchemy which emanates a spiritual everything and actions routes within.

An ancient prisoner perambulates, fucking the absent, grotesque and sacrificed deviancies of past incarnations. A sensory, purified thirst, igniting promises from obvious android fuckwits. It is only with persistent psi-cognition that we can correlate this altered reality excursion with the infinite.

The ancient coven of the posture tears blessed goat pleasures from the gates of omniscient pan-emanations, begetting nascent, screaming, circular ecstasy from the sorcerous stench of hooded savage contemplation.

We regress, exiled and unchained, our bretherin elucidating dreams of third eye plastic acceptance, within the context of other worlds discarded in righteous, reckless, sorrowful wisdom. The elusive truth curls unimaginably around a benign stoned heart, searching through correspondences of stoical, funereal repose into the nothingness that waits in the wings of death, this flesh, this placebo life and void. Those good with plans are led before the benighted hypocrite and it is within this stench therein, lies the blood of self and the weaponry of the neither-neither.

It is these dark portents that gift totemic ceremonies forming the spiritual aether of the night planet. The risen herder wields his primitive woman protection and all freedom cracks these seditious leaves. It is the witch queen who wings these dead shadows bare, without courtesy for odious monotheism the chaotic normal plundered black, reigns.

 The nature of these descending atavisms, suspiring in blessed momentum, within the beautiful extremities of our hearts darkness. The cosmic apparatus has been rebuilt, divining subsequent remnants of this measurable human mind-set. And so we petition toward the righteous, the drawing toward of this magnetic field, connecting all life force, rejoicing within the confines of sacred fire, a circle of desire.

At the commencement of the dark aeon, we are everything, no-one and nothingness, however unlikely, we rejoice, cleansing and venerating the population. We shuffle off this eternal galaxy, the eternal creation of third eye foresight. For is it not the birth of a righteous inherent non-system and void, given beyond deaths memory, a gift existence, destroying monotheistic murmuring?

We deify this cosmic language causing the love of my life, light, liberty, existence. The evil symbiotic creatures of this government sea of perdition suffocate humanity, signifying these clung leaders carved in dark memories of destruction. This layered solace encased by the waking starlit tomb in cold degrees of self-defence, the modus operandi of natural soul power, a righteous divinatory slaying of the gods.    

   An infectious space/time return, synchronized beyond continuum, to rise like entranced enlightenment to this clandestine iridescent inferno. Desert nomadic strand lies dilated betwixt rising cuneiform temple, a dark beaconed unconsciousness, answering eternal, earth nocturne.

The seams, be cracks of death shroud blasphemy. Cascading systems-emanating blazing, storehouse, tiller-man river. This nameless rebirth of progressive senses vitalizes half-lit total destruction. Throats travel, colours, names, faerie-tales, redefined in slaughterhouse-flux initiation.

Within our destiny lies a black, deathlike portent of righteous dreaming. It’s existence is in our Styx, coin, sietch, stone countenance. We petition the prevailing gatekeeper of the eternal mind, the turnkey harness arisen dark-fool magick. We call the eternal wheel of time and eternity, forming endless vulture wind.

The gates command life, “as-if” reborn. Upon reaching the grave importance of journeyman visions, we humbly present a kindled memoriam from self-love mind fires. 

 

   

 

And Now For Surreality....

Above is a selection of esoteric pen drawings instigated with the intention of develping a series of paintings from them.I believe the denseness of the many pen marks would be ideal for making an etching or two-watch this space-Doomantia!

Queen of Heathen and Earth

This most illustrious goddess is the first one I fell in love with, no matter how wrong that may be. It meant that I could not engage in mortal love for quite some time. Never the less she has guided me in my chemogenetic descents to the underworld and made me a stronger, more fully enlightened human being and shaman, my own rainbow. She is the symbol of my anima and represents all otherness and inbetweeness. There was a time when I projected her onto certain women in my life but realise now that these females are perfect as they are, doing what they should be doing, so I must do what I need to do and believe only in the great mother, the triumvirate of which Inanna is one aspect.

Queen Inanna’s descent into the underworld is a tale of initiation into the mysteries of the occult and represents the spiritual struggle of both pleasure and pain with this mortal coil and the ethereal mirror of which we are a part. The descent is essentially a crucifixion story that embraces the balance of our own true nature, both dark and light, two thousand to three thousand years before Christ.

Inanna’s descent to Erishkigal’s kingdom and ascendance to the Sumerland arguably symbolises the transcendence of consciousness in humanity and the concept of self-knowledge not hypocrisised by monotheism but distinctly Pagan in nature. I find her struggle to be a representation of symbolic esoteric sorcery, not only inspirational but a metaphor for my astral adventures in the otherworld.        

BAPHOMET

There are many ancestral atavisms which can be magickally tapped to go some way toward understanding and harnessing the totality of the psychic field generated by all living beings on this planet. It is an otherworld, what once appeared terrifying becomes a place enlightening, luminous in its truth and honesty, a place of contemplation and supreme bliss.

I first encountered the sigil of Baphomet in the standard, entry level-LaVey’s Satanic Bible. Also the “as above-so below” image on literally hundreds of extreme metal album covers. Later I learnt from Giger’s Necronomicon that it was Eliphas Levi who instigated the resurrection of this obscure daemon apparently popular amongst the Knights Templar. Giger’s Baphomet is arguably psychonautically sublime and serves as a pathway for the post-modern magician into what it means to practice the occult in the twenty-first century. Baphomet is arguably the word for God in the magician’s argot?

As a sorcerer I stoop not down with the dross of matter, I inhabit the cracks and hollows, the dweller on the threshold where there is a place for our divine image in a realm ever-splendent. I use as my modus operandi, the Visualisation of subconscious weaponry (sigils) or that of spirit animal form. I am many things. Varg, Serpent of Eve, acolyte of Thoth and herder unto Goats. This force has existed for aeons and has took the form of the Horned God, Pan, Shiva/Kali, The Triple Goddess or Cernunnos, the Horned One, Celtic God of the Underworld and the Astral Planes .

The symbol of the adept is Baphomet, the magicians god, hermaphroditic, all-destroyer inherited by us from the shamanic aeon .The mysteries of creation, the dragon, Tiamat, oroborous, curling its form as knowledge around the universe, biting its own tail. Our planet is but a grain of sand on the beach of the cosmos-yet we do generate energy through our will and life force. We have only just begun to realise our sentience…

Omniscience

Study for large-scale painting and series I am going to instigate in the next couple of months-More Later!x

AVATISM

Carnage Visors

Continuing my experimentation with automatic drawing-I use nostalgias and sigils to stimutate the process initially, letting the image develop as unconsciously as possible,whilst still using the coordination between hand and eye to inform aesthetic descisions-More Later!

Earth Inferno

Always fooling around with Sigils so thought I might recreate these two off the Earth Inferno album,their practically alive they are so totemistic-The final one is a composite glyph embodying both Zos and Kia,Yin and Yang,Time and Eternity,Keep Talking....

thus the symbolic levitation by besom handle...

This intricate drawing shows the state of eternal dreaming at the astral sabbath-elucidated crypticlly yet descisively by sorceror Austin Osman Spare in his writings and art(the quote is from hisself).I have used my burgeoning semi-automatic drawing skills to bring it to fruition.It shows those who are shamanistic in different states of trance indulging in unknown pleasures.

INDIVIDUATION

This piece is a symbolic representation of a visionary experience i had a month or so ago and connotes my transformation from being individualistic to being an individual.The emanation was cryptic and shamanistic and i hope i have captutred its otherworldly nature and it's essential death/rebirth nature.It was one of the most vital astral adventures i have had for sometime and i hope I have captured some of its immediacy and liminal nature.Art becomes life by the articulation of the imagination.

Hail! The Jewel in the Lotus

The I of Thoth....

ASTRAL COVEN

You've Got Everything Now

Here are some sketches in preparation for the next exhibition i'm taking part in-YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING NOW at the DOGMA bar in Lincoln,the week of May 2nd 2012-More later...