Fet Gede Presentation

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 4^th 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 4^th 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 4^th 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 4^th 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.

La Baleine

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.

http://ashes2infinity.deviantart.com/art/Crucible-of-the-Perfections-68690957

(full size – visit link)

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 4^th 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.

http://ashes2infinity.deviantart.com/art/Creative-Medicine-93177376

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 4^th 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.

Ars Opticka

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.

Synchronic Pluralist

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.