Saturday, 29 September 2012

Letters to the Demiurge

Since I was a child I have always been fascinated by religion, mythology, spirituality and apocrypha.  Yet from a young age I had a problem with what I perceived as traditional religious teachings.  I saw that there was an overemphasis on fear and subjugation.  It didn't make sense to me that God, the true creative force, would be such an authoritarian and dictatorial presence.  It seemed to me that if there was a creative sentience behind the visible universe it would wish to empower us rather than enslave us.  Of course, as a young child I couldn't put these thoughts into cogent words - but I sensed these things intuitively.  Perhaps I was an Outsider even then.

As I entered my teens and was better able to articulate my intuitions I began to pay closer attention to the literature and themes of Gnosticism and the mystery cults.  Broadly speaking, the Gnostics believed that the realization of Gnosis (esoteric, intuitive and spiritual knowledge) was the true path to salvation from the brutality of the material world.  They saw the material world as a creation of an intermediary entity -- the Demiurge -- rather than the work of the true Creator. In some Gnostic systems the Demiurge is seen as deeply flawed, in others as the expression of Evil.  Such ideas seemed incendiary to me, and I began to read voraciously on anything that touched on similar themes.  I cross-contextualized between fiction and non-fiction, looking for clues and insight.  I began to realize that human beings did not need an intermediary between themselves and the divine.  Indeed, the direct personal experience of the divine is what seemed to be fueling any serious explorations of the unseen realms.


At Amid Night Suns this is what I'm attempting to do - to present my own personal experiences and art concerning the unseen realms as a serious exploration of what we call the divine.  Much of my art has a dark aesthetic, seeing as how since I was young I've had a somewhat Gothic sensibility.  But I try to create art that illuminates darkness, and leaves the recipient feeling more empowered or aware than they did previously.  Empowerment is the driving force behind everything I do here at Amid Night Suns.  I believe in storytelling, magic, dreams, beauty and love.  I believe these things have the power to set us free from the various forms of bondage we experience in this world.  I believe they can upset the balance and threaten the structural integrity of a corrupt, fallen system.



I believe that the human race is far more powerful than our authoritarian religions are willing to admit.  I think the corporate and military-intelligence elites of this world have always attempted to suppress the better angels of our nature - because they know something of the power that dwells there.  I call this internal power the Innermost Light - the liminal radiance that animates all things.  Others might call this power the true God, or the Spirit, or Love.  Regardless of what names we give it, it is a presence more awesome and intelligent than our oppressors wish to admit.

The elite power-brokers of this planet know on some level that a liberated human consciousness has the power to blast apart all forms of slavery.  As professional slave-masters this terrifies them.  And so the better angels of our nature are kept in exile, as we are force-fed horror and desecration.  But there are Magi among the human race, individuated expressions of the Innermost.  We are not perfect, but we are warriors - and we have love in our hearts.  And we are doing everything we can to bring an end to this exile.

The Ragged Magi are everywhere
Just beyond the boundaries of perception
We have assembled
Imaginale is no longer your City
We are taking it back
Are you listening, Unholy Father?

 We are Everywhere...

 And we Stand, we Love, we Protect


At Amid Night Suns I try to show those who come here that I truly believe in the empowering, transformative power of art and storytelling.  I try to put my money where my mouth is by consistently creating videos and writing posts that are exciting, intelligent, provocative and inspiring.  It is my goal to remind people of the shape of freedom and joy and passion.  I often use a dark or rebellious aesthetic to convey my message, as these are the true flavours of my soul.  I live for art and insight.  I live to gain knowledge.  Although I try to present these explorations in a fun manner, make no mistake; I take the work that I do here very seriously.  Dear Reader, never lose faith in the power and majesty of the human spirit.  Together we have the power to overthrow our oppressors, to remind them we are not slaves, not playthings.  We are Ragged Magi.  And with one another's help we can become the shape of infinite things.

Monday, 24 September 2012

Midnight Mystery Cult

At Amid Night Suns I try to convey to my readers that the concept of magic cannot simply be reduced to the status of mere fantasy, nor can it be explained away as the deluded belief-systems of primitive, 'uncivilized' cultures.  Rather, the idea of magic is something that throbs and pulses and breathes within our psychology and our art.  Magic exists everywhere, animating the dead letters of our poetry and prose into vehicles of communication and transformation.  It lives in our pop-culture and our emotional, qualitative states - sometimes it even creeps its way into our quantitative science.  This is because there is magic in storytelling, and it is through storytelling that ALL the aspects of our vast experience are negotiated. For the Lucid there is no denying the presence of magic and mystery in our world.


The Ragged Magi have always known of the reality of magic.  Many of us are from realms beyond this one. In ancient times, as now, the Magi worked tirelessly to liberate human consciousness from the dark forces that seek to ensure our perpetual enslavement.  It is a vast, complex undertaking - a spell-casting of immense proportions.  It requires discipline, patience and resilience.  This is the Gathering.  Bare witness to how the fire burns.


Art is a sigil and a crucible, a gateway into realms of unimaginable potential, realms that exist alongside our own, unseen by most human eyes.  In these unseen realms enemies and friends and guardians dwell.  Some of them wish to keep us in bondage, and some are already trying to set us free.  You can call on these beneficent forces to aid you in your art, in your magic-making.  We have gathered our materials.  We honor Love, Insight, Creativity and Passion.  We have seen how the fire burns.  We are Initiates, many.  This is the Invocation.  Bare witness to how the fire speaks.


To possess true power is a responsibility not to be taken lightly.  Power can be dangerous if it is not honored and channeled effectively.  Power can spill blood, topple empires and shatter entire worlds.  But power in the hands of an Initiate of the Innermost is used to defend, to protect, and to liberate.  To walk in unseen realms, and to understand them, requires a discipline and a respect that must be continually honed to a razor's edge.  If you are a Magi, a warrior, you fight only on Love's behalf.  You protect the children, the weak and wounded - and you never raise your swordhand unless absolutely necessary.  But when you do, you strike hard and fast.  This is the path of the Netherwalker.  Bare witness to how the fire walks.

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Merging of the Magi: Warriors of Imaginale

At Amid Night Suns I work very hard to present videos and posts that are provocative, intelligent and empowering.  I believe in the sacredness and magic of the human psyche, and that we all contain an ancient prophecy within us.  Your particular prophecy will be different to mine, unique, and spoken  with the intimacy of a personal language that only you could understand.  If you ever felt like you were different and destined for something much greater - you were right.  Your prophecy is encoded in your DNA, your Soul and Spirit; it even teases and beckons you while you dream.  This is because you, as a unique human consciousness, are fundamentally connected to the Secret Truths - ancient forms of magic more powerful than our oppressors could imagine.  Never forget this.  Hidden somewhere within you is a poet and a warrior who rages at Injustice and glorifies Love and Fearlessness.  It is the most dynamic, creative, perceptive and sexiest version of yourself.  This warrior of Imagination within you demands to be unleashed.

We are the true citizens of Imaginale; the First and Oldest City.  Archons of the Absence Brethren, take heed.  The Magi are Coming...

"When the enemy is relaxed, make them toil.  When full, starve them.  When settled, make them move."
- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

In the War of Imagination the Ragged Magi seek to protect these Secret Truths I discussed earlier.  They are part of an ancient order, and although they are deemed to be a fairytale by most, they are real.  They exist.  The Ragged Magi are not merely warriors, they are alchemists, poets and shamans; believing with unwavering ferocity in the prophecy contained within every single human soul, and other souls besides.  The Magi also have amid their ranks monsters and demons that have disavowed the horror of dominion and now fight to honor and protect human consciousness.  Have you ever felt like a kindly but mighty angel whispered a word of wisdom in your ear when you needed it most?  Perhaps the Ragged Magi were near.  Have you ever walked away from a potential catastrophe virtually unscathed?  Perhaps the Magi were quietly holding your hand.  Have you ever felt a calling for justice burning so deep within your heart that you would dedicate your life to it?  Perhaps you are a Sleeper Magi from the ranks of the Ragged, and perhaps you are beginning to awaken.

The Ragged Magi, like all true heroes, will do everything in their power to protect the innocent and punish the guilty.  Their weapons are Insight, Creativity and Fearlessness. They are armed to the teeth, and on your behalf they fight.  They stand on the Front Lines.

Ok, I'm not gonna lie
I've seen nightmare-things on the battlefield
Things that have scarred me for life

Can't you see that we are running out of time?
I am dying
But I will not die...

Lightning from other worlds cracks the midnight sky
Things are briefly illuminated
Angels and demons moving through the ruins of the old city
Dear God, I never imaged such a thing

Ok, I need to accept that I'm seriously injured
In body and in mind
How can I find the time to heal
When I am still forced to fight?

Fires from other universes are burning on the bluff
Strange heat scorches my dreamflesh
Things I barely understand are happening all around me
Impossible, hideous things

An angel finds my broken form lying in a deeper recess
And stems my blood, healing my mortal wounds with a single touch
She has the face of everyone I've ever known
And speaks to me in my secret language
Things are briefly illuminated
Dear God, I never imagined such such a thing

Ok, I begin to realize that I chose to fight this war
In the ruins of Imaginale, the First and Oldest City
How can I give up now
When I still believe in Love?

Can't you see that we are shifting space and time?
I am dying
But I will not die...

There is room in this world for revelation, transformation and Gnosis.  There is room for Mystery, Spirituality and open-source communication.  There is plenty of room for Love.  The ruins of Imaginale are slowly being rebuilt by the engineers and artisans among the Ragged Magi and other groups of benevolent entities.  A glorious Sun used to shine down upon the First and Oldest City; bathing the citizens of Imaginale in the otherworldly power of the Innermost Light.  It will do so again.  But first the city must be rebuilt -- dream by dream, story by story.  You are a fragment of the Innermost Sun, a glowing ember that has forgotten where it came from.  Or maybe you have not forgotten, and my words make you smile because you remember.  We are all Embers of the Innermost, struggling to recall, grasp and channel our Light.  The Ragged Magi remember this.  We were all fearless once, reveling in the passion of Never-Hide; the oath we swore to uphold.  We took this oath at the Gates of our City.  We still believe in its truth.  Humanity can prosper.  Love and Friendship and Storytelling are the oldest forms of magic.  We are the Warriors of Imaginale...and we will fight until our City has arisen once more.