Thursday, 18 December 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Keys of Further


Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, and to the third vision in the Innermost Chronicles series.  I wish you all Happy Holidays and a Merry Xmas.  I mean it sincerely, but it might seem cold comfort considering all the madness and horror going on in the world at the moment -- religious fundamentalism, corporate profiteering, war, murder and mayhem.  It’s so huge and complex and disturbing that our minds can scarcely bear to look at it all directly, let alone even begin to process or make sense of it.  For those of you who are like me, far too sensitive to block it all out, I hope my modest blog posts can offer you brief comfort, insight or empowerment.

Often times it hurts to see the truth, to be awake and aware to what’s going on around you.  It’s easy to see why people choose meaningless distraction over meaningful action.  We feel powerless, tiny and insignificant.  Between our workday struggles and complicated private lives we feel we have very little energy to expend on looking at the political, social and spiritual state of the world we’re living in.  We fear to do so will only leave the taste of ashes in our mouths and a sinking feeling in our hearts.  And we are often right in our suspicions.  But the alternative – allowing the Archons, oligarchs and elites to obscure our vision and grind us into apathy – it will only end in more fear, more bloodshed, more controls and curtails of our basic freedoms.  I empathise with that feeling of powerlessness, I really do.  But we must always attempt valiantly to open our eyes to the contexts, hidden agendas and power-dynamics of the world in which we live.  To do otherwise is to invite perdition and to allow the coming of a Perfect Dystopia.

But looking outwards with lucidity at the world is only half the battle.  We also have to gaze inward with the same resolve.  Without this earned Gnosis of who and what you truly are the apparent darkness of the outer realm may well paralyze and consume you.  So how do we gaze inward?  How do we attempt to truly know ourselves?  Well, we seek out and network with compassionate like-minds.  We attempt to build small communities of people who truly desire to understand the numinous, the Innermost – and who desire sincerely to share that strength with others.  People willing to speak for the voiceless, and fight on behalf of the weak and wounded.  This is what humanity is supposed to do, and it’s what we are supposed to be - warriors of truth, of beauty, of the fiercest love.  


But it’s really hard to fight for others when we barely understand ourselves.  I hope that my work at Amid Night Suns can aid you in that understanding.  I hope the Innermost Chronicles can give you a glimpse of the radiant flame within you; that spark of divine light that is your truest and most dynamic expression.  It can grant you armour against the unrelenting horrors and corruptions of this world, whilst allowing your mind and heart to remain open.  It can help you to forge a path through the chaos, through the portals of your own blind-spots and gaps in cognition, and towards a brighter, greater purpose.  

This knowledge has saved my life many, many times.  This Innermost Light can unlock doors and gateways that you didn’t even know were there.   
  

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Raze the Gods


There are gods, and then there are gods.  One is a religious, metaphysical or spiritual race of deities, while the other seems an oblique group of beings that straddle the darker realms of the numinous and our own tangible world.  These oblique gods are of a different kin, seeming to broker real economic, social and spiritual power on this planet.  Powerful institutions in media, science and religion are being continually revealed as rotten to the very core.  This is currently happening for all the world to see.  But very little seems to be changing.  After all, how do you hold a god accountable or culpable?  Gods have no oversight, and they seem to act unilaterally when it comes to mortal affairs.  They have no accountability except to other gods.  But those are wars in heaven, knowledge of which is unfit for public consumption.  Often gods will tell you that there is no heaven, and no such things as gods.

For those who see economic, social or spiritual power as some kind of nebulous abstraction; this is because they have to a greater or lesser degree forgotten that gods exist.  A close and crucial look at the distribution of these forms of power in our world will garner some valuable insights.  Eventually such analysis of these powers – where they dwell and in what forms – will reawaken in you the knowledge that gods do indeed reside here among us.  Many of them are mortal demigods – flesh and blood like us – but dwelling in an experience so rarefied, insular and devastating that to call them demigods is not an oversimplification.  For these elite predators psychopathology is an artform, and appetite is everything.  No desecration is off-limits.  One war or murder or rape is simply not enough, not in the pursuit of true economic, social and spiritual power over others.  The entire world must be turned inside out to assure their deification and the continuation of their Regent.  And then there are the truly hidden and invisible gods; those who like to hinder and hurt and feed, and who are far more than mortal.  It is these unseen ones who guide, manipulate and whisper in the hearts of their human counterparts.  Gnosticism calls them the Archons.



There is a vast difference between the various gods of antiquity and these Archonic forces that currently control, rule, shape and reshape our world.  Perhaps at some time in history these predator entities took it upon themselves to wear the masks and skins of our gods, to better consolidate and wield power over the dreaming, imagining human race.  Maybe they still do.  But in the modern world our gods have changed somewhat.  Today our gods are leviathan corporations and draconian trade agreements elevated by billionaire disciples and millionaire neophytes.  Our gods are fetishistic complicities, ruinous slaveries and deeply harmful inversions of spiritual truth.  We all seem to be chasing the next chic negation.

Our stories are being defiled, humiliated and swept away by the incoming tide of filth that constitutes the spiritual gravity of these darker gods.  All the violence, chaos and war surrounding us cannot attest otherwise.  It is true that Darkness and Light have always occurred side by side in human history.  It is true that there has always been chaos and depravity, and as a result there has always existed this frightening dynamic between the powerful and the powerless.  But never before has Darkness had such a huge industrialized playground in which to prey.  Never before has our spiritual wisdom been so acutely outmatched by our technological and scientific ability.  Like drunken, shambling gods ourselves we begin down dangerous paths of creation, without accountability or oversight.  And we are ignorant of the things we might bring forth. 

Our ability to tell meaningful stories to one another is being eroded, or else further and further marginalized.  But our appetite for meaningless distraction is growing.  This is a dangerous dynamic.  Violence and violation are becoming acceptable, even rousing.  Mercenaries and pornographers are becoming sexier.  True dissent and activism is becoming more and more frightening.  The lies are becoming more spectacular and ridiculous.  And as a result the Blind Eye is getting harder and harder to turn.

Pathology is not art.  Sociopaths are not true demigods.  The truly powerful are not worthy of your trust, or your submission.  Magick is art.  Truthful and considered creative expression is art.  And it is this expression that is getting harder and harder to protect.  But there is a place within you – within each one of us – that recognizes there is truth in these words.  There is an Innermost within you, full of ferocious intelligence, beauty and wisdom.  It is the Sanctum of the Lucid, a chamber of Living Light that is the source of all that you are.  It remembers everything.  It knows lies from truth.  It understands with great depth and tenderness the complexities of the human experience.  It is this Innermost within you that I seek to connect with in my work.  Amid Night Suns is all about reconnecting, healing and quickening that vast inner cosmology.  It is from this deepest place of truth and love and ingenuity that any battle must be fought.  If the predator demigods and their patrons desire the human soul eternally in bondage – cut off from all true growth – then it is from these very depths of the Innermost that our resistance and rebellion must be waged.  

It’s from here that we must unmask these false gods whilst seeking our spiritual liberation.            

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

The Innermost Chronicles - Anima Noctis



Things are going to change at Amid Night Suns.  I’m going to pull out all the stops.  I’m going to work harder, I’m going to think more creatively, and I am not going to lie down without a fight.  When you’re an Intuitive like me, as well as an artist, your intuitions can often muddy your vision rather than help it.  It’s a kind of psychic burnout, a loss of sharpness and efficacy that comes from being overwhelmed by all the subtler dimensions you are sensing.  When grief or fear or any kind of acute emotional pain stemming from your private life becomes particularly intense, it’s easy to get lost in the psychic maelstrom, the glimpsed intimations of other realities.  It can be incredibly paralyzing, in fact. 

That’s why art is so important.  Sometimes it’s the only thing you’ve got left to hold on to.  Art comforts us, nourishes us, and opens us up to a deeper cognizance of who we really are.  We are stories telling stories.  This is true in a physical and biological sense, as well as a spiritual one.  We are organisations of systems within systems all telling stories to one another, sending energetic signals encoded at varying registers of reality; cosmically, socially and neurologically.  Because art doesn’t just teach us to imagine, or how to imagine, it teaches us how to cohere, how to persevere, how to brave the odds.  Art gives us the discipline and context with which to interact as meaningful and compassionate entities, both individually and as members of a larger system.  This discipline and context is of an order of sophistication beyond what we can rationally comprehend, but we know it is kin.  I have said before at Amid Night Suns that art is the twin of cognition.  You cannot perceive anything without Contrast, Context and Association.  These three things are the fundamental geometries of sentience, bursting open infinitely like a fractal or a flower.  It’s through stories that we muse on what our souls are made of.


I am such a flawed individual, but I try never to be cruel.  I hate bullies, and oppressors all.  I want to connect and uplift others.  I want to give them power somehow.  I despise that the world continues to find itself in such a horrific state of affairs.  The night is endless and the human soul is in chains.  It makes me seethe.  I have always tried to be a guide, despite feeling blind myself much of the time.  I have always tried to help fellow seekers through the liminal places.  I’m nothing special.  I can just see in the dark a little better than others can.

This post is going to be part of a larger system in the Innermost Chronicles series.  My work at Amid Night Suns attempts to explore the inner cosmology of the human imagination, and of Gnosticism itself.  I intend this series to be a further exploration of that charge.  I always try to create magickal sigils with the videos I create – light and sound working in concert to allow a transformational space where the person watching might come to know themselves a little better, might remember something crucial that empowers them.  To feel the uplift, arousal or joy of those you love is a sublime experience, and it’s nice to have helped create that, if only for a few moments.

If I can offer you a gateway, however brief, if I can show you things that make you stronger…then maybe we are not forsaken.  Maybe all the anxiety and pain and suffering recedes for a moment, and we remember who we are.  We remember who we can be.  And if the River of Forget crashes in on us once more, within our most private depths our flame and flower will be glowing a little brighter for that brief glimpse.
    

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Postcards From Magonia

"How will you go back?" said the woman.
"Nay, that I do not know. Because I have heard,
that for those who enter Fairy Land, there is no going back.
They must go on, and go through it."

         - R. Macdonald Robertson
           Selected Highland Tales

Thursday, 11 September 2014

As The Storm Rages



Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, dear readers.  The last few months have been especially challenging and chaotic for me personally.  My private life has gone through very trying, frightening periods.  When the health and well-being of the person you hold dearest is tested again and again it's easy to despair.  But I’m always fighting tooth and nail to not give in to such despair.  I go through moments, days or weeks when I fail in that fight.  But I always attempt to dust myself off, reflect and then persevere with even greater conviction.  I fail at this too sometimes.  But failing is not the point.  The point is that each new attempt at success – each new attempt at battling private demons – must be met with a more sophisticated and stronger plan of attack.  It isn’t always easy to do, especially when you feel like you’re groping blindly in the dark.  Those failures demand insight, brutal self-honesty and careful recalibration.

But the fear and uncertainty I've experienced in my personal life recently seems reflected in the world around me at the moment.  The world seems poised at a crossroads or on the edge of some kind of cusp-event.  However, all men see their own private struggles reflected back at them in the stars.  I think it’s just the nature of consciousness and individuation – a metaphysical paradox through which the physical and spiritual dimensions of experience are fundamentally interdependent.  That living link between the personal and the global, between internal and external; it seems like mystical gibberish to some and hard-won common sense to others.  Place your bets and take the ride, I guess.

But I think at times like these, with global chaos unfolding and all sorts of wars waging or looming on the horizon, it’s even more important not to give into despair or apathy.  A certain sobriety of outlook is useful, as is a certain measure of detachment from everything happening around us.  But those things are not the same as complete disengagement, sociopolitically or personally.  It does us no good to pretend we don’t hear those personal demons hissing in the darkness as they search our psyches for wounds or anxieties that they can use as leverage.  Speaking symbolically at the very least, it seems the Archons and power-elites are doing what they have always done – trying to find a million different ways to get us to love all the horror.  And if not love it, then at least getting us to feel semi-comfortable with it.  To battle evil, a certain amount of horror is necessary, right?  But there are various evils, and the most pernicious of them often go unmentioned and intellectually unchallenged.  Corporate, gleaming utopias where warlords wear three-thousand dollar suits and genocides are planned in five-star hotels…this isn’t the stuff of near-future science fiction.  

This is now. 


Most of the Earth’s market is a black market - lawless, corrupt and elitist.  Think about that.  Really think about it.  Most of what happens on this planet is conspiracy.  But it's even more complex than that.  Even at an immediate and personal level every family harbors a conspiracy of some kind, completely unknown to outsiders, or else knowledge of it obfuscated for various reasons.  My point is that secrecy and subterfuge can be both negative and positive.  Even love is a kind of conspiracy, isn’t it?  That old black magic called Love is full of subterfuge and strange intimacies, hidden codes and private interests, certain nuances or subtleties that go unnoticed by others.  What I’m trying to say is that some secrets keep you alive and sane and healthy, or keep you safe from the clutches of various oppressors.  And some failures can help you to better forge the mysterious path ahead, if you let them.  

So, as the storm continues to rage all around me, both privately and globally, I take a long hard look at my failures.  I try to be brave, to gain insight from those failures, and to recalibrate wisely in my next attempts at battling my demons.  And when I feel broken and defeated, I slowly begin to rekindle the faint embers of the seeker within me.  It’s slow and painful at first but I try to remain diligent even at the edge of hopelessness, until those sparks are fanned once more into an Innermost Flame.  And if the old hermetic adage of ‘As Above, So Below’ is true, then that newly kindled flame has the universe within it.   

Friday, 1 August 2014

The Rule of Three


War, chaos and nefariousness of all kinds seems very prevalent at the moment, doesn’t it?  It seems at the forefront of most politically-engaged minds right now.  At least, it’s on the forefront of my mind, as is the deeply sinister path we are being encouraged to blithely tread. The current United States administration and its military-intelligence apparatuses are using the recent downing of Malaysian Airlines Flight 17 to manipulate public opinion, stirring Western distrust and hate towards Russia, further attempting to capitalize on the Crimea-Ukraine conflict – framing the situation as the ominous re-emergence of the Cold War, or at least a distorted echo of it.  

It doesn’t take a genius see that key players within the US military-intelligence elites have a long con in mind – and that one potential endgame of this con is to bait war with the former Soviet Union, who along with China is seen as one of the awakening BRICS economic powers.  This is a very, very dangerous time.  I have alluded to the idea for a while now at Amid Night Suns that various global power-broking factions are just itching to spark a worldwide conflagration.   A third global genocide to complete the unholy triptych that was begun in 1914, furthered and expanded in 1939, and which these elites wish to engineer, provoke or expand for the opening cusp of the twenty-first century.  

We mustn’t be fooled by our own closeted faux-intellectual sophistication; that war always happens in some other, stranger place…a peripheral and casual knowledge that barely registers as real anyway.  Instead we need to work towards discerning lies from truth, finding a way towards understanding the hidden complexities and hidden gains of the situations we see unfolding all around us now.  Make no mistake.  War is conceived, written and engineered in blood.  It is a holocaust metaphysics.  Down here in the physical realm it is also a holocaust economics; a profitable familicide of incomprehensible depth.  We all know war is profitable, but there are different kinds of profits.  Who benefits?  And why?       
  

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

All My Heart



Do not worship, attend

To your broken imageries

Of love lascivious,

Scorn like the brightest star.

Even poets lack subtleties

When pushed to doubt self-doubt

That any could find it right here.

Purple asides, aside

What is the dreaming left with?

Hunger for the genuine

On the altar of authentic

The non-mediated.

Love, aside, crouch low

Silent footsteps

Or the rush, prick, twinge

Ache, for those with secret freedoms.