Tuesday, 28 June 2016
The House of Love
Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, friends. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the connections between love, sex and creativity. Anyone who is familiar with my work will know full well that I view these subjects as deeply interrelated. Over the years I’ve made hundreds of videos for this blog. It’s a process that takes a lot of planning, dedication and finesse. Much like magick itself. And make no mistake, I consider the art-based conjurations I perform at Amid Night Suns to be genuine acts of magick and spellcasting. Creating a piece of art – even the kind of video-collages I create here – can be a deeply erotic and revelatory experience. I learn things about myself through communing with my muses. For me art is an encoded rhythm of contraction and expansion, like breathing, like life itself. It unfolds within our sentience like a gifted flower of meaning and resonance.
I hope I am able to imbue my art with these rhythms, with hidden meanings and secret spaces that might be revealed on closer inspection. It’s a bit like falling in love. You begin to see the true beauty and majesty through the acts of your devotion. Some people call my art ugly, profane, dark. And with a secret smile I would hope it is all those things. But I also hope that you, dear reader, might see compassion, beauty, sincerity and power amid that darkness. The shadow is useless unless it enriches us, unless we begin a process of integration with it – a workable path to a deeper lucidity. Flesh is useless unless we feel it, unless we honour it. The predator-elites who control our world want us to believe that we are ugly, imperfect and shameful, that we must look to them for permission to live passionately and with depth. We are all casualties in the War of Imagination. But there are soldiers in this war. Truth-tellers, artists and sorcerers.
So hear this, my friends. Find ways to remember your kiss, your divine fire, your meeting of Heaven and Earth. It doesn’t matter what religion or spirituality or spellcraft you cleave to. There is something much, much deeper beneath it all. I am one of the Ragged Magi. I live in radiant darkness beneath an ageless star, a hidden sun. We Magi will not abandon the voiceless, the weak or wounded. We serve the House of Love, eternally.