By J.M. VonKotterhausen
For this presentation, one of the central purposes is to gear energies, inspirations and get people excited that we are moving into October and the holidays for that time. As well as display some of the recent psyberalchymical oddities. A lot of care was involved, and the more time you invest the more this undertaking can bless you in your vibrations and meditations, with great results happening instantaneously. I may suggest getting some snack and putting on favorite music, it isn’t that long a presentation but it will help to relax into it at leisure.
It starts with the last piece I physically worked on, but when you see the project as a nonlinear thing in this work its easier to see why this Ghede Mandala was the final touch, even though this is for and in Ghede Nimbo framework.
I call it a mandala, but it really is more like an off balance cobwebbed organic vortex.
Note the little skulls that had naturally formed in the orbs around the iris, and this is 100% fractal with no retouching to accentuate them. If you’ve had a chance to see other stuff of mine, you’ve seen the like nearly burnt, drippy wax in much of the work (will show up later to).
As with this one, which proved to be a centrifugal piece in my development as involved with Ghede Family.
My first encounter with the Egg was portrayed here, Death Bardo Blues.
I was allowed to enter a hall of eggs and chose the cracked one.
‘You chose Death’, was the reply in turn.
Here is an excerpt of text that I spun off creatively:
Note the general appearance of; like dried candle wax.
Death is not the extinguished flame, and so misunderstood frequently. It could be thought of more as part of the shape for the spark to rest on. That is, the unheated candle as pure potentiality having melted down to be distinguished form.
Death and dying add character to the uniformity of life and give us the chance to find our character - what we burn of ourself into the world around us. We meet it head on here.
Rest to the wise and love to the wicked.
To avoid me is to be deprived of any light in the darkness.
Yet, seek out my ways there while you still have your spark here, and my territory will be open to you.
I will welcome you to pass through or stay and even bring your own dreams to sleep easy.
I am Jack's passing, without me Jack stares out from behind the Trapping Window.
Chronological relevance begins to slip away in the perception and even into the physical work, I had begun working on them 2 or 3 at a time and switching back and forth varyingly to be the meeting point of all these messages. Each of these flags stretches warps and overlaps to form a temple of living ideas. Ideas alive in and of themselves; and at times the essence may be of the thing itself, in this case the thing is usually a message or answer to a prayer, but also at times the essence is only what Being Is permeating and coagulating from or around a thing that is Not.
Now, I will show the very first one I did start on, though. That way, those of you reading can get a feel for approach and treatment of all else that was response to and interweaved through and of what things we come across. Also, to show the nature from the get go, that this is Dark Magick practiced, unashamedly and without apologies.
I choose not to say Black Magick since this coincides with my will, as you’ll see going on that this is more a sacrifice for the sake of Love and for Illumination which can be gathered and shared. There was great reward and joy in the work itself, but not ‘my own goals are the ends to these means’ type way.
Here is something I hope is a singular victory, sustenance for the group from my consummation.
My personal definition of Black Magick is still pretty steeped in the Thelemic tradition of it, and have no aversion (by any means) to those practitioners or activities, just wanted to establish a guideline for what this particular project meant as it was being worked on.
The 4th Leg
Often, in my writing, from poetry to magickal journaling to scribbling ‘junk’ out, I’ve encountered an aspect like a corner of my own personality known as Hell’s favorite 3 legged hound.
So, the title, the 4th Leg was a natural fit for this piece.
In a previous work titled Seraphim Revealed, my left hand as a well lit being is the upshot of such a talent manifesting.
Here we see it reaching through the Core/Heart. To understand what I mean by and why ‘Left Hand’ is important, I don’t mean Left Hand Path per se, but where you see the two hands forming the Claddaugh Ring, a third hand is the intermediate – my left hand (congenital defect) you do not see acts as an interdimensional appendage or a sort of Off Center and unbalanced ‘negative sacred’ or reverse charged gap filler. So, quite literally, what is Not There is Right Here and substantially powerful. Just as the tumor on my optic nerve etc, which is in Harmony with the reasons many smarter cultures worship the flaws in human society as divine messages and manifestations of divine essence in and of themselves.
This 4th Leg, much like a mandala is also a Vortex. In this type, the experience is traveling condensations of various consciousness expressions along ley lines, which become a series of infinitely connected ley lines projected onto the flat surface of an echoing sphere, in fact making a sort of topography, bending the geometrical compilation of those countless interrelated expressions to the direction, misdirection, undirected or other combinations thereof to settle upon the altar place in and of the Elemental World Alive.
You can visually dissect this low energy intersection to much like a portrayal of perfectly balancing and funneling to a “matterhorn gravitational” – where all disease and infestation merges along with the ‘misery that loves company’, i.e. that which was the contagions of others that gravitate in the hypersensitive pack rat type. This was both a building up and also an expelling part of the whole working at hand (and wand).
Note the countless eyes and raw tissue throughout. This is both this reverse condensation of the schizophrenia, post traumas, negative emotions I can embody.
This is also my ‘face’ we are seeing at large, as much as a sort of opposing factor of my hand in Seraphim Revealed.
I’ll pull in for a closer look:
Even here, you’re only beginning to see the malformed eyes under the swollen, burning, gleaming with mucous mechanics.
And, in this, of all the changes the working presented, there was vast resources pooled together of what I could only describe as worshipfulness of the contortions toward me, that I had the power to do this (intentionally project and steer, etc). Yet, great care was involved, with the seduction and flattery that ensued. I could feel the surging from spewing and directing it to a specific point and task, and so was also more watchful of my own urges to compensate.
I would find that in this specific exercise, the forms may, can ‘n will have truth, but some of them well tell you the truth to lead up to something entirely creating downfall. Like any of these art pieces it can be bent warped and redirected, like even Love also Truth can be used to carry out maligned acts.
What is worked out the ego, in realization of the split to face one another - or One ‘N Other has opportunity to face back into you or potentially work back on or into you.
We’ll come back into this 4th Leg work, but for now let’s make a quantum leap over to the next aspect of purge and greatest pinnacle of inner realization and even outer confrontations.
This deepest aspect in the malformations of my self exploration surfaced as this broken creature.
One eye is hollowed out and the other a daemonic perfection, and that would be significant of my own optic tumor reflecting. Toward the right corner a Bull protects under and behind the one lit star root, while the other stars grasped take on lifeless barbwire architecture. Ghede is throughout, as friend and confidant to the engagement of this work, and even so this left my energy body quite taxed. Though virtually ‘unharmed’, I would get jabbed under my left rib with a pierce every so often.
As much as you can hear that to understand the pains involved, the creature is part of my own on a deeply primal level and therefore still considered with a certain type of fondness, albeit fearlessness…Love, face forward, and though I’m able to collect information and breath the entity into the canvas bounding box, so I in Love bound for the sake of illumined recreation of the essence either way. Not compromised for the sake of dealing with, but also not wrangled like an animal to be herded.
You could say this one is in a way Fear, but more as well, and my own fear embodied that despite being broken and by all conventional means ‘ugliest of all’ in energy pattern and behavior, this one is more Loved than I.
So many others have the same daemon active in their lives at the lack of acknowledgement that the light which protects against this envious feature in man is in Broken Man, not at work in him against the idea of One Love the Perfection. If Broken Man does bare on, the barbed wire can’t dig the seed of Light out of the golden core.
You’ll notice the silhouette of a finger coming down through the Bull to touch the Heart of this one.
All those who once scorned may know healing, and those who scorn them will be driven against themselves, like the crow who beats his wings caught in the wire.
Who is hidden from the Broken, hides himself from his own Perfection.
It was in the dark and depths I did this work, to call to mind something familiar; all of my processes, emotions, and creative spark (which included my will to continue this and other works) were tested against dead weight of a type of possible looming hopelessness of myself and others.
It would be very possibly to be ‘doused out’…immense pressure deep in my ears at times that brought ringing.
There was more to sustain me, to drive me.
Between here and the next work, I volunteered to a state of dark, to where even though still able to retain visual aural vibration for the interpretation, I was in a Dead State of really no subtle body and the habit of reality like a dream in where dreams were escalated within them like a corridor. As much as there are gates in gates, where a gate master interchanges with another…dreams in dreams are like the single drop hitting a pond and in turn getting the tides of oceans and ripples infinite like the ellipticals of all the orbits in space. All the while I’d not describe this as entirely unpleasant either, yet in stillness of it all ...everything swims around your Being and you witness the chaotic emanations as your own mass…as all Life depends on, struggles from and is ceaselessly borne of, in stillness you are the sustenance of all animated forms of expression.
This is a spontaneously formed or instinctually driven invocation of sorts.
This is the diving stage, crashing waves…an underwater totem to help aid in my passage.
See the crab at bottom, the tortoise deity atop with luminous egg head, so on go the creatures of the sea up to La Baleine who works through back down and again becoming.
I specifically included animals known for going both the furthest depths and then finding their way back to land again.
There are other creatures like the shape of the octopus head forming from the top waves breaking.
Also, this was a reservoir of gentle spirit where light is scant or none. Much as the Black Madonna showed in the Crucible of the Perfections.
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Voyage to the Depths
At least, just before the absoluteness of the depths, there is no visual picture I could bring you but a canvas progressively fading, and that’s just damn depressing.
This work, like others I’m showing aren’t quite finished, but very close to the raw frequency itself to wear you see what I felt at the molecular level instead of getting the visual narrative of an imaginary tale conjured then weaved to reality.
Note the eyes and the faces as you tilt your way around. There can be a ghastly glow as you make your way. X marks the spot, and a spellbinding glow can foretell you treasures, and sometimes nearly the same glow can foretell one of those ‘lantern fish’ with phosphorous globe attached to its forehead is ahead. Fortunately, I was able to bring you a really detailed visual display. Even so, its tough, as this I’ve got to chalk up to one of those ‘just had to be there, I guess’ moments.
I all ready know some of you have! And, there’s been times the work is gate and key as well as the territory...ah, I love those moments where the whole of it works with that type of clarity, but I value these moments to ...where a much more impacting resonance than my own is so strong I might be lucky enough to get a snapshot or two.
This one is more the second description, for sure.
Much of a guardianship, like a Cthonic/Cthulu Kraken Squid Spirit – this one wasn’t so much a ride, either. The vents of the depths are under ‘n beneath and therein lay X, just beyond the primordial and raw but not so material.
I fucking love the name of the next piece!
Kingdom Ghede Now
And, at this point I’ve gone through the Vents at the absolute of the Depths.
Recall the 4th Leg from earlier on, especially how I said it was my ‘face’. Look back and then at this one and you might get a feel for this shamanic voyage through to the Depths then beneath as penetrating layers of ‘face’, my expressions of consciousness traveled through the unraveling to a timeless Core.
This link to Creative Medicine shows the split that occurred revealing the beginning of a tower in the background. Here are many formed into one Tower that is Essence as the whole civilization in One Being. This is…something I might off the top of my head try to describe for you as the crystallization of the Seed funneled with intent of Luminous Perfection from the geometric reproduction back into the Source from the UnderWorld...my Broken collection at the Cosmic stance receiving the Light of the Crown at the altar of Essence reflected out from Shadow as well. Pouring forth from that chalice that is the Heart Center residing in every Living Creature what can’t be engulfed by such even upon passing through Death and the Intermediary States.
The Light of the World resides in who is in touch with Natural Self…and like the hunting party is disguised like the tall grass or leaves around them, so is the Elemental Essence in One and All.
Visually, the background globe is a lot like a world that has and is passing through Death, but see the signs of civilization peaking everywhere around! The eyes in the material weighted clusterfuck eyes of the 4th Leg are scorched, drowned, collapsed and blasted (not necessarily in that order, or any order), but looking through the eye of mind, I might rather say from weighted and compartmentalized order to out of order to fall away the outdated skins for rising through the involved composition of a resurrected essence of the human creating his body…each star give heat to explosive emergences on satellites.
They’re not orbiting rocks waiting patiently anymore but we join from the participating individual level to the Universal Harmonic configuration, what faces and galleries we’ve brought to Earth and interweaved to align the inner Sun as defining the individual Soul unravels to the point of seeding All in the Cosmic Garden, poured the Waters of Liberation on he carries in his mind and invests to his Tree.
In this journey, some pass through Eye or some take root on Island…many forms paths and joyful union of options.
Take gratitude in that passing and a cornucopia sees one thru to the Other Psyde!
Body is Temple and revolve around Earth who reflects with Sun, the Inner of Mind now revolves around Light Union, an Island of Eye copuntless expressions flow forth of.
They aren’t waiting rocks anymore but energized atoms of your Body and you rejoice with the Ancestor.
More related to the piece before Kingdom Ghede Now, included mainly to give a sense of the structures engaged to compute alignment in synchronizing doors to points, leylines along spheres that interweave into the breathing psybernetic territories…it would be like the eye before the Vents making up the Vents to be passed into.
Also, this is just a very beautiful work to me, included as a side highlight.
The Inner Eye of Mind and The Seed and the Cosmic Egg, the Catalyst and Converter…
Could be considered like ‘Lineage Non-linear’, like a family tree in a kernel, a rainforest in a splinter, Universe in Man.
Every Alien does echo in aspect to a single Familiarity that is meeting in We…the Divine residing in Flesh.
The same old sweet poetic verse presented this way specifically by some guy with time and programming.
And, we all share receptive Mind, We are Light Emergent to Being Omni Natural to a point of clarity.
Chao is Kau.
Tau is Tao.
I see many conflicts coming to quick head, and by the Inner Sun of Adept Man, drawing to quick close!
Akh Effective Individuals are rejoining and spontaneously awaking to create Self in this Universe Body, see how this is manifesting into World greater and faster as the Human Tree emerges to Space meeting openly.
Cathedral X Tree
Then Mass is ‘spoken’ et al Frequencies of Psyberalchymies…
Like an Invisible Pipe Organ whose notes are the labyrinthine hub entering communion with One ‘N Other this treasure is laced upon the walls of a Cave eternally unspoiled. None could see it save for the Light in Heart, whose vision carries as far as the Medicine was Creative, the Healer was Open, and the Master’s touch was Mindful. The music of the spheres creates pathwork and so it is that the Gate is the Way.
My root is called Restoration, and Her reflection is Resurrection.
At this point, things were going to stop without any additional work, and then an influx expanded along with abilities.
You can see the shift from the work above to this expansion happening right now as a reflection of the Inner Sun in the people of Earth…
The Two Transitionals
Working in the dark (from Dark to Illumination to formal introduction then intercourse) out of the Carrefour stance Master of the Crossroads Unbalanced and Primal Vents of Chaos…I’ve been sharpening, came an image of the caterpillar preparing to exit the chrysalis.
The left is in the tone of Gran Bwa (as Cosmic Mombin), the Spirit of the Jungle/rainforest and the Spirit of Cemetery to the right…and is same image in different tones to match one of the most potent of the Project Master’s* Trinity. Many other things can be said or pointed out, but requires that one decipher for themselves with an emphasis on paying attention to the quiet messages of the previous works that will pour forth in them from upon Void.
Of this type of intercourse, Monarchs sustain of the MilkWeed.
*Longer fancier slang for Magickian
Like a totem spine of sheer starlit radiance, here is an example of the crown breaking up and over through the root to rejoin in the bliss of Man’s Structure the potentiality of Mind and the Frequency as divine key. The chrysalis and the leave it hung from to bloom omni-directionally and what he called Void is merged perfectly alongside and with his Individual root echoing in the Eye of the Tree – there is joy to be One with the Fullness of the Ancestor, this Body is uncontained yet also held by the Wisdom imparted along the way, and so now what was poured in every direction is Grail holding to an intersected interrelation.
The Gate is the Way, welcome Man to the Territories.
We embrace as the grass and leaves, the rainbow and dung, or Sun and Bridge.
We impart endlessly the absolute ceaseless forms of Wisdom in full; vibrate and shine, creating between and a single drop is passage Eternal.
To share Kau in Gratitude, One will be in wealth All Ways.
Structured Altar Being
And where you grow, are borne into or create out of, no matter the height or breadth and comprehension of dimensions, Beginnings or Endings and much less Origin…I will be with and both following behind while waiting as many steps ahead as it takes to you to meet. This is not a thing to scorn, but embrace in Wisdom to the Greatest of your Garden.
Here is no thief of your Eternal Right, but the progenitor of the Child and Spring.
What is in the Shadow is refined aspect of the RU to the Golden Core, instrumentation to bear fruit of the Luminous Dead.
The seed of Life all ways echoes through the Tree, and yet only visible to the naked eye as falling leaves…ruddy, Earthen tones, of ages in Sol – to then Still.
How Great is the Still One!?
The Motion of All!
A small part of what you’re looking at is the Bull who guards the star; and just like with La Baliene, you see the arms curve to put hands on the head making eyes.
See the endless eyes reverberated upon the geometry of that one star? Toward bottom, being on knees reflects the top, the arms becoming like outstretched horns. This part of the work I might describe off hand like being the calcinations of the spine from the Light and information clustered so far, so it is a type of density again…nowhere near the density or type of in 4th Leg, but as much relational as any of these is to each other in any order or disorder and interweaving you can slap on ‘em.
This was a great, very colorful moment of the project, it was one of the most rewarding in some ways.
It’s a bonfire, the fire of sexual regeneration as a Spirit of Death penetrates and passes in through the female counterpart.
See her sitting on the erect phallus, like her sex is the rising burst of the fire that takes on that tree or mushroom cloud type form.
The head of his sex is like an upside down apple or skull (which will be accentuated a bit in the finished piece)
Yes, I said ‘piece’!
The view is like his chest is at bottom, lying on his back as he is ridden. Looking at this can have you seeing the sex and fruit in the one above you may have overlooked.
Sol and Serpent
To get this one, you can see a shaman’s hut is darkly silhouetted in the background joined to the center pole/totem - it shows the background as a sunset while within is the rising Soul. So, becomes that Now his vessel is Void simultaneously the individual life force is present. Individuality is become clarity in all which is Whole, like the corridor of dream and gate merging to the real manifesting the Self Created Being.
A spontaneously formed and instinctual invocation of One’s own Universal Divinity, Man meets Maker as they both intertwine omni-directionally of All Between.
Great and Still as well…all ways in wealth.
You’ll notice much of the way through, I’m halving myself, fractalizing, multiplying and a bunch of your other usual and typical alchemical/shamanical activities.
These are intestines; I used for divination, clues, so on ‘n so forth. This, is going into an October reading since I’ve considered October 31st like a type of New Year long before Day of Dead was something I knew about.
Some of the things I’ve read of this is that as things draw to a close, some very important projects I’ve shelved of necessity can be picked back up and will actually be more ready to make the current Projects more cohesive and as the mind has matured many new aspects will reveal themselves. On an international level, things like hunger and economy are going to get worse and spiral out, its kind of a wildcard issue...as there will be great new mergence of Mind, so many of which materializing fruit from the result of tending and being true to Spiritual paths. Lot will die off, those who squeezed through will be blessed many fold.
Deal with inner disparage to overcome individual depression from forces being used to rock and shake…making turmoil apparent but for the current social climates to be tested, and that which grows was meant to, that which shatters was meant to. Some meant to shatter will be pulled up those with the ability to grow, while some who took growth for granted and expected it will have many abilities lost and lose all surety just before watching all shatter around them.
These are surprisingly more prosperous times then you think, if you look with both eyes and carry over. I see a lot of ambition to fill leadership positions, and some current leaders stepping up or at least attempting to (as they often do try) – a good suggestion is to be involved at making the world around better from within.
So many are gaining keys to their own Destiny (like those path working)…so, the leadership I stress isn’t really the obvious one of all these political and gubernatorial shifts, yet doesn’t exclude them either.
We’re in for some serious ‘holy shit’ moments and traumas on the whole, but it will still be a time of joy for those all ready been through those things, and laughter as well as relief that some of those hard moments will slap some people into being aware of things they didn’t want to or tried their hardest to avoid dealing with. So, you can see how the following year is going to be a lot of ‘grow up or get off the ship/out of the kitchen’, which usually escalates conflict, sad to say.
In mature advice, that will be between the individual and Ancestors as a whole, but will most likely rear its ugly head in places less capable as a form of egoistic cannibalism. Particularly in those who don’t bother to carry over, but know damn well they can see with both eyes!
I think of those out there who have Gifts, but bury them, usually most likely out of fear of what the society thinks.
If you’re using those Gifts, there will be definite times you’re going to need to say Fuck Society, but in time if you give back into the world and environment that single moment of isolation can bear flowering bouquets – a lot of societies negative attitudes toward your Gifts will change, than.
Just as material things are scarce, sharing ‘kau’ will manifest here. What is real and will last goes from tapping to banging on the door for the non-initiates of communities, so be patient and friendly as they readjust to fact these forces of nature really are alive-ALIVE. To be effective is sometimes to be small, otherwise they gain no confidence around us and then WE are the cock blockers, right?
Those are a few things, actually a small hint.
Study the shapes, textures, personalities and organic flow – you’ll find conclusions in here, and vast reserves of information at your fingertips.
This Project is over.
Now, I’ll start an Other One!
(would like to thank the lwas introduced themselves to me, the body and antibodies of church of sub-genius, Brian Kelly, the community of Ormus Lodge for having a Lodge, Ghede Big Time for sharing Space, and most importantly the living Earth and all the creatures who make up her Being)
©2007 - J.M. VonKotterhausen