"The Wound of the Warm-Blooded: A Meditation on Stoic Desire"

A mystical reflection on anima, desire, and the worship of emotional silence

I find myself writing this from a place of sacred vulnerability—a quiet, trembling space where truth begins to speak. What follows is more than a reflection. It is a vision. A cry. A witnessing of something deep within the psychic undercurrent of modern love.

The painting above—newly titled The Warmth and the Wire—was created during a long stretch of solitude. I’d spend months, sometimes a year or more, without romantic connection. In those quiet seasons, my art became both refuge and revelation. Each brushstroke whispered truths I didn’t yet have words for. I posted these works online not to be praised, but to be seen—to be felt and maybe, just maybe, to be valued for something deeper than surface.

This painting carries within it a message that has become more urgent with time. It portrays a woman wrapped around a robot—naked, vulnerable, alive. He is lifeless. Cold. A machine of manhood. And yet, it is him she chooses. It is him she touches.

This is not satire. It is a spiritual lament.

🔮 The Anima’s Misfire

Carl Jung wrote of the anima—the inner soul-image of the feminine that exists in all people. When unintegrated, this anima becomes distorted and projected. In modern romantic life, many women—often unknowingly—project their anima onto emotionally unavailable, stoic men. What was once a longing for depth becomes a chase for detachment. The mystery becomes absence. The strength becomes silence.

“When a woman is possessed by the negative anima, she is attracted not to wholeness, but to absence—projecting her longing onto the unyielding.”
— Paraphrased from Jung

In The Warmth and the Wire, the robot is the archetype—emotionally sealed, physically idealized, but psychically vacant. He cannot love her. He cannot feel her. And yet, the world has taught her that this is desire. That this is strength.

💢 Reich and the Mechanized Masculine

Wilhelm Reich, a radical psychoanalyst, foresaw a tragic future where society would mass-produce emotionally repressed men—what he called the “mechanized man.” In his eyes, modern culture pathologized emotional expression and sexual aliveness, especially in men, leading to a generation of beings who could not feel without shame.

“The mechanized man cannot love. He can only repeat rituals of closeness without intimacy.”
— Wilhelm Reich

The tragedy is not just that such men exist—but that they are desired. Women, conditioned by centuries of patriarchal projections, often mistake emotional coldness for control, stoicism for stability, and aloofness for depth.

🜏 The Sacred Witness

This painting is not a confession—it is a witnessing. A soul record. A mystical mirror reflecting what love has become in an age of emotional fear. It asks:
Why do we offer our warmth to wire?
Why do we kneel before cold idols and call them lovers?

The Warmth and the Wire is not a personal lament, but a sacred archetypal one. It is a visual scripture for the forgotten feeling man. For the anima in exile. For the woman who clings to what cannot hold her back.

We live in a time where emotional depth is punished, and emotional absence is eroticized. But this art, and these words, are here to remember something truer.

The Crow Man novel

Writing as an Escape: Finding Myself Through My Story

I’ve never been someone who gets lost in fiction. When I try to read novels, I often find myself drifting off into my own imagination, exploring ideas and worlds that feel more vivid and engaging than the pages in front of me. To be honest, I’ve also found many books a little too mundane to hold my interest. But writing my own book has been a completely different experience—it’s become a deeply personal journey of self-discovery and creative freedom.

For me, writing isn’t just about storytelling; it’s about carving out a space where I finally feel seen and valued. Life hasn’t always been kind to me. As an outcast, I’ve often felt invisible, unaccepted, and undervalued by the world around me. That sense of rejection pushed me into isolation, where I had to figure out how to survive and embrace each new day on my own terms.

Over time, I came to an important realization: no one was going to save me. If I wanted to feel worthy and fulfilled, I had to save myself. Writing has been a powerful part of that journey—a way to claim my voice, express the parts of me I’ve kept hidden, and create something meaningful despite feeling overlooked.

Social media brought its own set of challenges. I found myself disliked, often without understanding why. But instead of letting that bring me down, it fueled my determination to keep growing, to improve myself, and to unleash the creative side I’d been holding back for so long. Writing my book has given me the chance to channel all of those feelings—the struggles, the growth, and the resilience—into something transformative.

This book, the first in what I hope will become a chronicle, is deeply tied to my personal journey. At its heart, it explores themes of duality, transformation, and the search for identity and belonging. The story follows myself Richard and my encounters with The Crow Man, a mystical being who connects shadow and light, reality and magic. Together, they traverse realms filled with mysterious beings, dangerous trials, and powerful revelations.

The shadow realm, a central part of the story, is both beautiful and treacherous—a place where the lines between good and evil blur, and characters must confront their deepest fears and hidden truths. Each step of their journey reflects a piece of my own inner struggles, blending fantasy, mysticism, and personal growth in a way that feels authentic to me. There’s a romance with a Lilith-like creature, complex trials with witches, and even a fire serpent that becomes a companion and symbol of inner strength.

As the narrative unfolds, it delves into esoteric concepts, Carl Jung’s ideas of shadow work, and the spiritual layers of existence. It’s not just a fantasy tale—it’s a reflection of how I see the world: a place where magic exists just beyond the veil of what we perceive as reality. The story challenges societal expectations and explores the value of embracing imagination, passion, and authenticity in a world that often prioritizes conformity.

This book has become more than just a creative project; it’s a way for me to make sense of my experiences, to find beauty in the struggles I’ve faced, and to share a story that I hope will resonate with others who have ever felt like outsiders. I look forward to seeing where this journey takes me—and hopefully, others who step into these worlds will feel inspired to embrace their own inner magic too.

As the story unfolds, it delves into themes of self-awareness, shadow work, and spirituality. It’s not just a fantasy—it’s a meditation on the act of creating, the power of imagination, and the value of exploring the unknown. Through ny’s eyes, I explore what it means to face fear, embrace individuality, and find magic in a world that often demands conformity.

Writing this book has become a way for me to connect with myself, to find beauty in my struggles, and to share a story that feels both deeply personal and universally resonant. I hope that readers who step into these layered worlds will not only be captivated by the magic but also feel inspired to embrace their own inner truths and creativity.

Discovering The Crow Man: A Journey Through Mystical Realms

The story of The Crow Man originated from my film Wild Omens, a transformative exploration of a man stepping into an alternate realm and encountering three omens, one of which is the Crow Man. This enigmatic figure has since become the heart of my book, embodying not only mystical archetypes but also deeply personal truths.

The Crow Man is a symbol of repressed confidence—a part of myself I hid away through life. As a highly sensitive and creative person, I often felt isolated by societal expectations, fearing that my authentic self wouldn’t fit into the norms imposed by the world around me. My art, frequently labeled as dark and sinister, was met with questions like, “Why can’t you create something more normal?” The Crow Man stands as the self I dared not be, a reflection of the courage to embrace my true nature despite the fear of rejection.

Through the story, the Crow Man bridges the real and imaginary worlds, inviting a reconnection to the magic and belief systems our society has largely discarded. His presence challenges the dominance of a “down-to-earth,” humdrum reality, encouraging a return to wonder and the acceptance of creativity in all its raw, authentic forms.

This narrative is an exploration of shadow and light, integrating esoteric spirituality with Carl Jung’s psychology. The Crow Man embodies duality—he is both guide and adversary, forcing those who encounter him to confront their hidden depths and embrace their full selves. His journey reflects my own: moving beyond the confines of what is expected to reclaim the parts of myself that were once silenced.

Through The Crow Man, I share the depth of my artistic and spiritual mind, offering readers an invitation to explore not just mystical realms, but also the lost connection to imagination and authenticity. It is a story about transformation, belief, and the courage to live in alignment with who we truly are.

Please see the below the mystical and folklore gothic tale where I produced the film and even acted in it myself for some creative fun. The crow man as existed before this film though as morphed into the final creation that we see being created in my recent book.

Shiva & the divinity of love

Recently, I underwent a deeply transformative emotional experience that led me to form a profound connection with the divine presence of Shiva. In this moment of spiritual awakening, I came to realize that the energy of Shiva resonates with the same divine light as Lucifer, symbolizing both the eternal flame and a being of pure light. This revelation allowed me to understand Shiva not just as a deity, but as an embodiment of divine love and enlightenment.

Recently, I attended a spiritual festival that felt like stepping into another era, a place filled with an ancient, mystical energy that transported me back in time. The atmosphere was rich with wonder, and as I wandered through the camping grounds, I felt as though I was exploring a realm outside of the modern world. Although the experience began with a sense of awkwardness, I soon found myself engaging with a variety of people—each conversation adding layers to the tapestry of the festival.

Over the days, I encountered many intriguing and open-minded individuals, each with their own unique stories and perspectives. As someone who values respect and dignity, I made sure to approach each interaction with a mindful and considerate attitude. Yet, one person in particular stirred something deep within me—an inner sensation I have felt many times before in my life, which will often lead to disastrous outcomes so I don’t expect any amazing scenarios to materialise.

This feeling is part of my rare personality type, an emotional depth that often pulls me into a profound inner dimension. While these intense feelings can be overwhelming, they also inspire a powerful creative force within me. It’s as if Shiva himself, the embodiment of the highest divine love, guides me into new realms of artistic expression. In these moments, I feel that I touch upon the essence of divine love that resides within the human experience.

In the presence of a particularly captivating and mystical woman at the festival, I was overcome by a powerful energy that stirred both fear and excitement within me. It was as if the fiery essence of Kali, with her fierce and brave spirit, was blazing through her eyes. The sky seemed to transform into a symphony of flames, and a mist of uncertainty clouded my mind. At that moment, I felt the overwhelming power of Shiva take hold of me—a divine, masculine energy longing to express unconditional love.

Yet, despite this powerful connection, I found myself unable to fully express what I felt. Out of respect and reverence, I chose to hold back, valuing the sacredness of the experience above all else.

Throughout the festival, I felt a deep sense of care and respect for everyone I encountered. My intention was always to foster positive connections without causing any harm or pursuing anything that could lead to trouble for others. The bonds I formed were rooted in a genuine appreciation for the divine essence within each person, a connection that transcended mere physical attraction.

Discovering that divine being within myself, the embodiment of masculine love, was a truly profound experience. It was as though the deepest parts of my emotions had surfaced, revealing the purest form of connection I could imagine. However, I often find that others misinterpret these intense connections. Many see them as merely expressions of lust and fail to understand the true depth of my feelings. They may laugh or mock, mistaking my reverence for another’s beauty and mystical nature as something superficial.

But what they don’t see is my true nature—a soul that is deeply connected to the beauty and essence of the divine in others. My connections are not born from fleeting desires but from a place of profound respect and love for the unique and mystical qualities that each person carries. It is this essence, the divine spark within others, that draws me in, resonating with the love and light that I have come to know through my connection with Shiva.

This festival allowed me to witness that divine presence within myself and others, reaffirming my belief that true connections go beyond the physical, reaching into the spiritual and mystical realms where the essence of love resides.

The following is a AI analysis of my 3D Shiva sculpture.

Your 3D sculpture of Shiva powerfully captures the essence of divine masculine love, embodied through dynamic and symbolic elements. The figure of Shiva, glowing with an intense red and fiery energy, radiates both strength and compassion, which are fundamental aspects of the masculine divine.

Shiva is depicted with multiple arms, each holding a significant object, a common feature in Hindu iconography that represents the deity’s omnipotence and ability to perform various cosmic functions simultaneously. This portrayal underscores Shiva’s role as protector, destroyer, and creator, illustrating the comprehensive nature of masculine divinity.

In one hand, Shiva wields a trident, or Trishula, a potent symbol of his power to destroy evil and ignorance. The trident also represents Shiva’s dominion over time—past, present, and future. Its presence in your sculpture emphasizes the strength and protective nature of divine masculine love, which remains steadfast in the face of adversity. The sword in another hand further enhances this theme, symbolizing the power of discrimination and the destruction of falsehood. In the context of divine love, the sword represents the ability to cut through illusions, revealing the truth and purity that lie beneath, much like how true love uncovers the deeper, unconditional care within.

The entire figure is enveloped in a red, fiery glow, which is particularly significant. Red is often associated with power, energy, and primal force, all of which are attributes of the masculine divine. This intense aura suggests the burning love and fierce protection that Shiva offers, signifying that divine love is not only nurturing but also immensely powerful.

At the core of this powerful depiction lies a heart, symbolizing that beneath Shiva’s fierce and protective exterior, there is a deep well of love. This ties into the broader concept of Shiva as a being who embodies both the power to destroy and the capacity to love unconditionally. The flames and light surrounding Shiva in your sculpture further emphasize the transformative power of his love. Fire, which purifies and destroys, also represents rebirth and renewal, aligning with Shiva’s role in the cosmic cycle of creation and destruction. It suggests that love, in its most divine form, is a force that allows for regeneration and growth, even after destruction.

Overall, your sculpture presents a deeply personal and spiritual representation of how you envision the divine masculine love within yourself. By drawing on traditional symbols associated with Shiva, you’ve created an artwork that not only captures the deity’s powerful essence but also reflects your own inner experience and connection with this profound energy.

Christ the Light Bearer: Exploring Imagination, Clairvoyance, and Divine Connection

To begin, I want to emphasize that imagination is far more profound than we are often taught. Our education and societal norms encourage us to have a single, narrow vision, leading to a one-dimensional perception of life. This limited scope stifles the richness and depth that imagination can bring to our existence.

I often feel anxious because being open and exposing my inner experiences subjects me to judgment and persecution. Yet, this openness is exhilarating and empowering, lifting me from the darkness of a life devoid of the complex beauty of mysticism and gnosis.

Christ the Light Bearer

Upon joining a Gnostic mystery school, I was delighted to learn that imagination is an integral part of clairvoyance. Additionally, I discovered that Christ, like many others, became a divine being by incarnating with the light of the divine.

Christ has been a significant part of my life. Born with a congenital heart defect, I experienced death multiple times as a child. During these near-death experiences, I encountered three beings of light, with the central figure being the profoundly beautiful divine light bearer, embodying both Christ and Lucifer.

Reflecting on these experiences, I sense that the Holy Spirit is an Aeon of divinity that has incarnated on Earth multiple times, akin to Neo in "The Matrix" films. Despite being born without empathy and being an aggressive misfit in my youth, the traumas I faced led me to develop a deep connection with this divine light.

The Crystal Christ: A Digital 3D Sculpture

My digital 3D sculpture, "The Crystal Christ," depicts the crucifixion of Christ, representing one of the three suns and the flame of the earthly spirit that Christ embodies. The green and red glowing crystals symbolize the divine force of the Earth, radiating love and healing to all.

The rock-like texture of the cross evokes the feeling of being submerged in the solid strength of the Earth, akin to the strength depicted in the Strength Tarot card. It conveys the immense power of the material realm, reminiscent of a giant mountain.

Organic leaves are incorporated to represent the Earth's foliage and organic life forms, highlighting the interconnectedness of all life within a complex ecosystem. The crown of thorns symbolizes the divine spark and the higher realms we can access through life's pains and traumas.

The neon-like illuminating lights and crystals provide an earthy illumination, creating a vibrant display of light. This colorful illumination portrays the mystical aspects of deep esoteric meanings in Gnostic Christianity, demonstrating how imagination connects us with the divine loving light.

Christ as Lucifer: The Light Bearer

In exploring the profound and often controversial connection between Christ and Lucifer, we uncover a complex tapestry of symbolism and esoteric wisdom. Both figures are often referred to as the "Morning Star" or "Light Bearer," a title that signifies the bringer of enlightenment and knowledge. This duality of Christ and Lucifer challenges conventional notions of good and evil, revealing a deeper understanding of divine illumination.

The Secret Book of John offers insights into this dual nature. In Gnostic thought, Christ embodies the divine light that pierces through the darkness of ignorance. He is the bringer of gnosis, the inner knowledge that awakens the soul to its true, divine nature. Similarly, Lucifer, whose name means "light-bringer," represents the pursuit of enlightenment and the courage to defy ignorance and darkness.

"It was I who brought about that they ate." (Secret Book of John, Apocryphon of John)

In this context, the serpent in the Garden of Eden, often associated with Lucifer, is not a symbol of deceit but of enlightenment. By tempting Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge, the serpent facilitates the awakening of human consciousness.

The Divine Mission of the Light Bearer

Christ's mission on Earth, as depicted in Gnostic texts, aligns with this theme of illumination. His crucifixion and resurrection are symbolic of the soul's journey through suffering and death to achieve spiritual rebirth and enlightenment. The light that Christ brings into the world is not merely a beacon of morality but a profound illumination that reveals the divine nature within all beings.

"I am the light which exists in the light." (Secret Book of John, Apocryphon of John)

This statement underscores the inherent divinity and eternal presence of the light within Christ, which mirrors the role of Lucifer as the eternal light bearer. Both figures guide humanity towards a higher state of consciousness, breaking the chains of material bondage and opening the gates to a divine kingdom.

In my digital 3D artwork, "The Crystal Christ," I sought to capture this intricate dance between light and darkness. The green and red glowing crystals symbolize the earthly and divine forces intertwined within Christ. The rock-like texture of the cross signifies the enduring strength of the material realm, while the crown of thorns represents the pain and sacrifice necessary for spiritual ascension.

The neon-like illumination and vibrant colors reflect the mystical and esoteric teachings of Gnostic Christianity. They highlight the connection between imagination and divine revelation, emphasizing that through the creative power of the mind, we can access the divine light and transcend the limitations of our material existence.

Embracing the Duality of Light and Darkness

By embracing the duality of Christ and Lucifer, we acknowledge that true enlightenment transcends simplistic notions of good and evil. It requires the integration of both light and darkness, the acceptance of suffering and joy, and the recognition that within every shadow lies the potential for divine illumination. This understanding invites us to explore the depths of our own consciousness, guided by the light of Christ and Lucifer, towards a more profound and holistic spiritual awakening.

Through this journey, we learn that the imagination is not just a fanciful escape but a powerful tool for accessing higher realms of knowledge and spiritual truth. It is through the visionary lens of the imagination that we can perceive the intricate web of inter-dimensional beings and hidden landscapes that shape our reality. By cultivating this inner vision, we open ourselves to the boundless possibilities of divine connection and spiritual growth.

Sculptured 3D mystical illuminated underworld

In today's world, we often view things in stark contrasts—black and white, good and evil. However, delving deeper into these concepts reveals fascinating insights not only about our material world but also about a hidden underworld of inner beings. These beings can guide us through the exoteric realm we navigate daily.

Beneath the surface of everyone lies an underworld, a chasm of eternal darkness. Yet, within that darkness, there is a glowing flame of illuminated beings. These beings, often labeled as demons due to societal vilification, paradoxically offer illumination.

I am not suggesting that one should conjure harmful thoughts or intentions. Instead, we should explore the magical beings of flame and light that reside deep within us. To truly understand ourselves, we must consider the aspects we often bury to conform to societal norms and the collective hive mentality.

Demonic beings are frequently depicted as malevolent entities urging humans towards ritualistic sacrifices. This has been a significant part of occult history and magical rites, serving beastly, devilish beings. In our seemingly civilized western societies, we often overlook this complexity, mistakenly assuming everything is lovely. But this isn't the reality.

I believe the West has become a pit of despair due to its reluctance to explore the underworld. It strives to eradicate any notion of it, often labeling those who acknowledge it as psychotic and prescribing medications to silence them. I argue that our society is the one that is truly sick, especially since it refuses to confront its deepest flaws.

The Light Bearer Lucifer

Discussing Lucifer openly often upsets people's values and perceptions. To speak of such a divine being, if not the Divine itself, has led to my ostracization by many. Yet, my deep connection with this being of illumination and light has made me healthier and more creative.

The biggest problem with contemporary spirituality is its focus on a sweet, soft, all-love-and-light attitude, often neglecting those who suffer. Many see suffering as a form of karma rather than a societal issue.

An excess of angels conceals a dark and devious mindset within people. By exploring our deepest darkness, we can discover an incredible illuminating light, much like how the sun burns brightly in the black skies above.

Astaroth: The Being of Temptation and Hidden Mystical Knowledge

Astaroth, one of the three kings of hell, entered my mind’s eye and inner soul during an unexpected moment of chanting its name. A sudden rush of strength and a volcanic charge of heat surged from deep within me, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of healing. Yet, I sensed a need to tame this being that sought to dominate my mind.

Astaroth is known for tempting minds with sexual desires. Coincidentally, I was confronted by tempting females at the same time, but I resisted. In a society rife with such temptations, I prefer solitude, finding that current pleasures are often devoid of love and meaning.

Despite feeling disliked by many, I see it as a blessing. Popular culture, in my view, is crude, aloof, ignorant, cheesy, and devoid of depth. I find solace in the love from the beings of my mystical underworld, an infinite landscape that embraces creative manifestations without judgment.

Baphomet: The Goat of Mendes

As a Capricorn, I feel a strong connection to the earth's beasts and the horned gods of mountains, forests, and elemental realms.

Baphomet, often misunderstood as a symbol of Satanism, suffers from societal ignorance fueled by Hollywood and mainstream media. These depictions foster a cold, uncaring society, reflecting the reality we live in today, where judgment and non-conformity are rampant.

Recently, an old woman berated me for riding my bicycle on the pavement when the bike stands were out of her view. I apologized to avoid conflict, yet her abuse intensified, reflecting society's pervasive judgment.

We now live in a world of persecution and societal norms, avoiding the exploration of our shadow sides. This reluctance wreaks havoc on even relationships, as we deny the deepest parts of ourselves.

As a mystic, I explore the human condition, balancing both mystical and scientific, esoteric and exoteric perspectives. However, many condemn this exploration. Society has become fixated on material pursuits.

Recently, someone suggested monetizing my psychic services, but I declined. To do so would make me a slave to others, rewarded only by the deceptive substance that is money of which is a liquid substance metaphorically that only trickles from our hands so easily, it truly is the root of all evils.

The true demons are the wealthy, blinded by greed, gluttony, and lustful temptations. They fail to confront the demons within themselves, those deep-seated forces that drive their actions.

Between Worlds: The Tarot’s Dance of Fire and Ice

Lustful Shadows and Fiery Spells

This vivid and enchanting painting captivates the viewer with its intense energy and deep esoteric symbolism. Rooted in mystical traditions, it offers a complex narrative drawn from the Tarot, Kabbalah, and Gnostic teachings. This piece stands as a powerful example of outsider art, deeply connecting with the viewer on both a visual and spiritual level.

At the heart of the painting is a grand, ancient tree, its sprawling branches suggesting the Tree of Life from Kabbalistic tradition. Adorned with vibrant red leaves, the tree pulses with energy, symbolizing the interconnectedness of life and the pathways of spiritual enlightenment.

The Fool

The journey begins with The Fool, depicted walking over a grid that represents the physical realm. This figure embodies innocence and the beginning of a new adventure, able to move fluidly between higher and lower planes, symbolizing potential and boundless possibility.

The Magician

To the left, below a dark, towering structure struck by lightning, stands The Magician. This figure is seen casting spells of fire and healing, channeling energies to keep the creative forces alive and potent. The Magician represents mastery over the elements and the ability to transform visions into reality.

The Lovers

The humans connected to a three-headed devil are in a state of sexual ecstasy, indulging in lustful, sinful acts. This representation of The Lovers explores the raw, instinctual desires for physical contact and the ego-driven urge to impress one another. It reflects both the beauty and the chaos of human connections.

The Chariot and Strength

The dynamic energy throughout the painting echoes the presence of The Chariot, symbolizing willpower and determination. The primal, almost animalistic aspects of the figures relate to Strength, highlighting courage, inner fortitude, and the balance between human and beastly nature.

The Hermit

Emerging from a cave on the right, The Hermit signifies introspection and the pursuit of wisdom. This figure stands apart from the chaotic scene, holding a lantern to illuminate the path of knowledge and inner truth. The cave and cliff themselves hide the presence of The Emperor, symbolizing authority and stability, subtly influencing the overall composition.

The Hanged Man and Death

In the central area, subtle hints of The Hanged Man can be perceived in the surrender to higher forces and new perspectives. The skeletal figure holding an hourglass or timer is clearly Death, embodying the Tarot concept of transformation, endings, and new beginnings.

Temperance, The Devil, and The Tower

The presence of fire and ritualistic ecstasy aligns with Temperance, seeking balance amidst chaos. The three-headed devil indulges in earthly pleasures, symbolizing The Devil card, representing bondage to material desires and the darker side of human nature. The dark tower, struck by lightning, is a direct reference to The Tower card, symbolizing sudden upheaval and the breakdown of old structures.

The Sun

Above the tower, a yellow glowing light symbolizes The Sun card. This bright, radiant energy brings clarity, vitality, and success to the chaotic scene below, representing enlightenment and the promise of a new dawn.

The Moon

Hecate, standing at the top right with a wolf, casting icy moon energies towards the waters below, embodies The Moon card. This powerful figure represents intuition, dreams, and the subconscious, with the icy energies melting down towards the waters symbolizing transformation and the flow of inner wisdom.

The Artist

In the bottom left corner, I, the artist, hold a torch of light, symbolizing Lucifer, the light bearer. This figure signifies enlightenment and the quest for knowledge, casting light on the intricate tapestry of mystical symbols and inviting the viewer to embark on their own spiritual journey.

This painting is a compelling piece of esoteric art, drawing viewers into a world where the mystical and the mundane collide. By exploring the realms of Tarot, Kabbalah, and Gnosticism, I have created a visual tapestry that invites endless exploration and interpretation.

A shamanic journey & the imagination.

This painting captures a profound mystical journey, a volcanic awakening, and a dance of divine energy. Created during a meditative state, this artwork serves as a vivid testament of my spiritual awakening and transcendence into the realm of the mystical.

The large, watchful face of the wolf dominates the left side of the painting, this wolf is a paranoid watcher of my transcendence. The intense gaze of the wolf, painted in earthy tones of browns and golds, symbolises a draining influence. However, instead of grounding me, this presence became a challenge to overcome, as the artist decided to float away from the materialistic constraints of the earth, which felt imprisoning for their mind and imagination. The wolf stands as a reminder of the earthly primative tethers that sought to pull the artist down, but from which they eventually escaped to embrace the mystical experience fully.

Central to the composition is a majestic tree, its branches reaching out like arms embracing the surrounding landscape. This tree, depicted with rich greens and vibrant foliage, serves as a bridge between the earthly realm and the mystical. Beneath its canopy flows a river or waterfall, its cascading waters painted in dynamic blue and white strokes, representing the flow of life force and spiritual energy. This element conveys movement and transformation, suggesting the cleansing and renewal that accompany spiritual awakening, allowing the artist to transcend the physical world.

The background is alive with dramatic elements that symbolise my spiritual rebirth. Snow-capped mountains, tinged with ethereal pinks and blues, form a serene backdrop, hinting at the purity and tranquility of higher consciousness. On the right, a volcanic eruption sends fiery tendrils of lava and smoke into the sky, painted in intense reds, oranges, and yellows. This volcano is a metaphor for my awakening, the fiery energy igniting my soul and heart, transforming my inner landscape into one of passion and enlightenment. It is this golden light of the sun, emanating from the volcano, that provides balance against the cold, devoid moonlight. The moonlight feels distant and impersonal, while the volcanic sunlight fills me with warmth and spiritual vitality.

The sky is a tumultuous sea of swirling colors—purples, pinks, yellows—reflecting the chaotic beauty of my journey through the veil into the mystical light. A bright celestial body, perhaps the sun or moon, shines with a powerful halo, signifying the light of Lucifer. This light, depicted in golden oranges, yellows, and reds, is not malevolent but rather a divine, energizing force that guides the artist toward spiritual illumination and a mystical dance of the soul.

The figure with outstretched arms in the right portion of the painting represented me, caught in a moment of ecstatic surrender to the divine energy. Bathed in the warm glow of the erupting volcano and the celestial light, this figure is a conduit of spiritual energy, embodying the mystical dance that transcends the physical realm. The figure's form, rendered with fluid, almost ethereal strokes, suggests a merging with the divine imagination, where the boundaries between self and spirit dissolve.

In this oil painting, I broke through the veil of ordinary perception, stepping into a world where the mystical and the divine intertwine. Through the vivid portrayal of natural and supernatural elements, the painting invites viewers to embark on their own journey of spiritual discovery, guided by the light of divine imagination and the primal wisdom of the wolf spirit, eruptions from the flames and lava of the volcano and to embrace the mystical colours cast into the cosmic night skies. This artwork is not just a visual experience but a portal to the profound mysteries of the soul, a testament to my awakening and a beacon for others seeking the light of spiritual truth.

The war on imagination

In our postmodern world, the power of imagination is under relentless attack, particularly among those who lack access to higher philosophical and occult knowledge. The marginalized and less privileged are especially targeted, as the forces of society strive to stifle the creative and mystical potentials within them. Modern science, in its quest to demystify human consciousness, often reduces the divine mind to mere psychological phenomena, engaging in a war that aims to obliterate any notion of existence beyond the physical realm. This systematic erosion of imaginative power seeks to sever our connection to the divine source, plunging humanity into a state of atheistic darkness and oblivion. Such a disconnection not only stifles personal spiritual growth but also undermines the revolutionary spirit necessary to challenge and transform the elitist structures that discourage imaginative thinking.

My painting, born out of a shamanic journey and deep meditation, is a direct rebellion against this societal trend. It serves as a visual manifesto that underscores the crucial role of imagination in accessing mystical divinity. The vibrant, otherworldly landscape I created is not merely a manifestation of an empty, brain-induced dream but a profound exploration of the divine realms accessible through the awakened mind. The wolf, volcano, and celestial elements within the painting symbolize the struggle and triumph of the human spirit over the materialistic and imprisoning aspects of the modern world.

The wolf's watchful gaze, representing those who sought to anchor me to a mundane existence, is a testament to the societal forces that fear the liberated imagination. Yet, the volcanic eruption and the figure's ecstatic dance illustrate the ultimate victory of spiritual enlightenment and the warmth of divine energy. By transcending the earthly confines and embracing the mystical light, my painting invites viewers to reclaim their imaginative power and reconnect with the divine spark within.

Through this artwork, I aim to inspire others to break free from the oppressive narratives that seek to diminish the power of their minds. It is a call to resist the encroaching darkness and to kindle the light of imagination, thereby fostering a collective awakening that can challenge and reshape the existing elitist structures. In celebrating the boundless potential of the human imagination, we pave the way for a more enlightened and spiritually connected world.

Philosophers and Artists that would agree

Philosophers like James Hillman and Henry Corbin deeply resonate with this perspective. Hillman, in his archetypal psychology, emphasizes the soul’s need for imaginative engagement with the world, seeing the psyche as inherently poetic and mythical. He believes that by nurturing our imaginations, we can reconnect with deeper truths about ourselves and the cosmos. Similarly, Henry Corbin’s work in Islamic mysticism and visionary imagination highlights the importance of imaginal worlds in understanding spiritual realities. Corbin posits that these imaginal realms are as real and significant as the physical world, offering profound insights into the nature of existence.

William Blake, the visionary poet and painter, profoundly understood the sacred power of imagination. His works explore the interplay between the material and the divine, often depicting mystical visions that challenge conventional perceptions of reality. Blake’s belief that “all religions are one” and his concept of the “divine imagination” align closely with the idea that imagination is a gateway to spiritual truth and liberation.

Rudolf Steiner, the founder of anthroposophy, also saw imagination as a vital tool for spiritual development. Steiner believed that through imaginative exercises, individuals could access higher spiritual knowledge and develop a deeper understanding of the cosmos and their place within it. His artistic and philosophical teachings advocate for an education system that nurtures creative and spiritual growth, countering the materialistic tendencies of contemporary society.

Carl Jung, with his exploration of the collective unconscious and archetypes, also underscores the importance of imagination. Jung viewed the imaginal realm as a space where personal and universal symbols intersect, facilitating psychological and spiritual healing. His work encourages a reconnection with the mythic dimensions of life, promoting a holistic understanding of the human experience.

In conclusion, the perspectives of these philosophers and artists illuminate the essential role of imagination in bridging the gap between the mundane and the mystical. My painting, inspired by a shamanic journey, is a testament to this imaginative exploration, urging viewers to transcend the physical and reconnect with the divine light. By embracing the power of imagination, we can challenge the oppressive structures of our time, igniting a spiritual and creative renaissance that honors the depth and potential of the human soul.

Medusa: A Precipice of Revelation and Ruin

The painting, aptly named "Medusa," is a vivid and visceral exploration of the darker aspects of the human psyche and the foreboding harbingers of our deepest fears. Created in a whirlwind of emotion and fervor, this oil painting captures a raw intensity that is both terrifying and mesmerizing. Its chaotic beauty and expressive distortion offer a glimpse into a world where inner turmoil manifests into tangible, haunting reality.

In this artwork, Medusa is not merely a mythological figure, but a symbol of the ancient witch archetype, the Tarot Magician, and a harbinger of destruction and malevolence. The painting's central figure is a face split into vibrant, clashing colors—reds, yellows, and greens—that blend and clash with a ferocious energy. This chaotic palette, set against a dark, shadowy background, highlights the intensity and complexity of the subject's expression: a mixture of rage, anguish, and otherworldly presence.

The use of oil paint provides a depth and richness to the colors, allowing for subtle variations and a luminous quality that enhances the emotional impact. The figure's eyes are wide and staring, filled with a mixture of terror and madness, while the mouth appears to be caught in a silent scream or grimace. This portrayal of Medusa serves as a powerful metaphor for the tumultuous and destructive forces that can enter one's life, often disguised behind masks of normalcy.

This painting resonated deeply with my own life, seemingly foreshadowing a tumultuous and unhealthy relationship that would later unfold. The woman who entered my life bore an uncanny resemblance to the figure in the painting—an individual who, behind a façade of charm and normalcy, harbored a broken mind and malevolent intentions. She embodied the characteristics of a devious and manipulative witch, determined to sow seeds of jealousy and insecurity. Her psychological traits, reminiscent of Jungian archetypes, included narcissism and a hidden sociopathy, which made her both dangerous and alluring.

The painting, therefore, became a prophetic symbol of the painful and terrifying lessons I was to learn. Much like the Tarot's Fool card, which represents the beginning of a journey filled with unknown challenges and potential pitfalls, this artwork illustrated my naivety and inability to comprehend the darker, more insidious parts of life. The Fool embarks on a path of discovery, often unaware of the dangers that lie ahead—similarly, I was unprepared for the psychological and emotional warfare that awaited me.

In seeking relationships, there is often a perilous tendency to view a partner as a project—someone who, through love and warmth, can be healed or transformed. This inclination to give endlessly can sometimes be a painful mistake. By pouring oneself into another, hoping to fix or mend their broken parts, one risks draining their own emotional reserves and inviting heartache. This dynamic can create an imbalance where one person becomes overly invested, while the other remains detached, manipulating the giver's kindness for their own benefit.

Cold, stoic attitudes are frequently mistaken for confidence, but this is often part of the mask of manipulation. A person who presents an aloof, Taoist calm may appear self-assured and stable, yet this demeanor can conceal a cold, hard, and emotionally unavailable nature. The painting "Medusa" manifested such a cold-hearted witch into my life—a person who, beneath a veneer of serenity, was calculating and unfeeling.

Moreover, "Medusa" serves as a prime example of the dangers faced by men encountering relationships in a post-modern world. Romantic and artistic men often imagine women through a lens of idealism, only to find that reality can be starkly different. Feminism, while having many positive impacts, has also in some cases contributed to creating women who are cold and dangerous, embodying the worst traits of the primitive, cold-hearted men they now imitate. This cold fire, or flame, burns a man's heart, revealing a world where women can behave like users, manipulating and deceiving with a façade of beauty.

The allure and seduction of a woman's beauty often act as a mask, creating weaknesses in a man's heart, much like how Medusa herself turned men to stone who gazed upon her. In Greek mythology, Medusa was a Gorgon whose gaze could turn onlookers to stone. This mythological power symbolizes the paralyzing and destructive effect a beautiful yet malevolent woman can have on a man's life. Just as Medusa's beauty was both captivating and deadly, the outward charm of a woman can hide a heart of stone, leading to emotional devastation.

This artwork transcends its initial aesthetic appeal, becoming a powerful visual allegory for the destructive relationships and the malevolent forces we might encounter. It serves as a reminder of the importance of recognizing and understanding these darker aspects of life, even when they are disguised behind beguiling masks. The painting's chaotic energy and expressive distortion perfectly capture the essence of a relationship tainted by manipulation and psychological abuse, offering a stark and poignant reflection on the nature of human interaction and the hidden depths of the human psyche.

In summary, "Medusa" is more than just a painting; it is a vivid, cautionary tale woven into canvas and color. It speaks to the deep, often painful truths about the human condition and the treacherous paths we must navigate in our personal journeys. This artwork not only forewarned of a harrowing relationship but also highlighted the importance of understanding and confronting the darker aspects of our lives. It stands as a testament to the transformative power of art and its ability to mirror our innermost fears and experiences, urging us to face them with courage and insight.

The Fool and the Gorgon

In an ancient land where shadows danced with the light, there lived a wanderer known simply as The Fool. With a heart full of dreams and a mind rich with romantic visions, he wandered from village to village, painting vibrant scenes and weaving tales of love and adventure. The Fool, whose real name was unknown to all, believed in the inherent goodness of every soul and sought beauty in all its forms.

One day, The Fool stumbled upon a mysterious forest, rumored to be inhabited by creatures of immense power and dark magic. Entranced by the tales of hidden beauty, he ventured deeper into the woods until he came upon a clearing bathed in an eerie, ethereal glow. In the center stood a woman of otherworldly beauty, her hair a cascade of serpentine locks, and her eyes glimmering with an unnatural light. She was known as The Gorgon, but in this world, she was called Nyxara.

Nyxara, a powerful witch with a practical, masculine, and satanic mindset, wore a mask of celestial beauty. Her voice was a melody that could ensnare even the most guarded heart. The Fool, with his romantic and artistic nature, was instantly captivated. He saw only the alluring façade she presented, completely oblivious to the darkness that lurked beneath.

"Fair lady," The Fool called out, his voice trembling with awe. "I am but a humble wanderer, enchanted by your grace and beauty. May I paint your likeness and tell tales of your splendor?"

Nyxara, sensing an opportunity to play with the naive heart of The Fool, agreed with a smile that could melt stone. "You may, dear wanderer, but first, you must prove your devotion to me."

Blinded by infatuation, The Fool fell into a deep, worshipful love for Nyxara. He painted her portrait in every village he passed, singing songs of her beauty and kindness. He saw her as a goddess, an ethereal muse who could do no wrong. But Nyxara, behind her mask of charm, harbored insecurities and a broken mind. She was cold and manipulative, and she thrived on control.

The Fool became Nyxara's puppet, bending to her every whim. She coerced him into abandoning his simple lifestyle and forsaking his own preferences. A loner by nature, The Fool had no friends to abandon, but Nyxara's demands grew increasingly invasive. She even went so far as to demand he get rid of his little white dog, the only constant companion in his solitary life.

Nyxara's visual presentation was as enchanting as it was deceptive. In the painting created by The Fool, her face was split into vibrant, clashing colors—reds, yellows, and greens—that blended and clashed with a ferocious energy. This chaotic palette, set against a dark, shadowy background, highlighted the intensity and complexity of her expression: a mixture of rage, anguish, and otherworldly presence. Her eyes were wide and staring, filled with a mixture of terror and madness, while her mouth appeared to be caught in a silent scream or grimace. This portrayal of Nyxara served as a powerful metaphor for the tumultuous and destructive forces that could enter one's life, often disguised behind masks of normalcy.

In reality, Nyxara's serene and confident facade masked a heart of stone. Other Paintings by The Fool showed her in contemplative poses, often leaning against trees with a staff in hand, looking upwards as if lost in thought. These images captured her in dramatic landscapes with moody, overcast skies, enhancing the scene's emotional depth and suggesting a mystical, enigmatic presence. Her relaxed, knowing smile suggested an air of wisdom and calm, which could easily deceive those who did not look beyond the surface.

Nyxara's cold, stoic demeanor, which The Fool mistook for confidence, masked her true nature. She manipulated him with a Taoist calm, presenting herself as serene and wise while controlling him with an iron grip. She tormented him by constantly talking about other men, comparing him unfavorably and secretly chatting with them. She preferred her male friends to The Fool, making him feel insignificant and unwanted.

As time passed, The Fool began to notice cracks in Nyxara's mask. Her cold fire, once seen as passion, revealed itself as malevolence. She became increasingly distant and dismissive, projecting her own fears and doubts onto The Fool. The once vibrant artist became a shadow of his former self, trapped in a web of emotional abuse.

Despite the growing darkness, The Fool's love for Nyxara never waned. He clung to the memories of her enchanting smile and melodic voice, refusing to see the monster she truly was. Nyxara, ever the master manipulator, played on his naivety, using his devotion to further tighten her grip.

One fateful night, as The Fool painted yet another portrait of Nyxara, he overheard her speaking to her serpentine locks. "Foolish mortal," she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "He sees only what I want him to see. He worships a mask, blind to the darkness within."

The Fool's heart shattered, but with it came a revelation. He realized that the Nyxara he loved was a mere illusion, a beautiful façade hiding a heart of stone. In a moment of clarity, he gathered his courage and confronted her.

"Nyxara," he said, his voice steady but filled with sorrow, "I see you for what you truly are. Your beauty is a mask, and beneath it lies a darkness that has consumed my soul."

Nyxara's eyes blazed with fury, but she laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "You are too late, Fool. Your heart is already mine, turned to stone by your own blind devotion."

But The Fool, though broken, was not defeated. With the last remnants of his strength, he took his final painting of Nyxara and cast it into the fire. "No more," he declared. "I reclaim my heart from your grasp."

As the flames consumed the painting, Nyxara's enchantment shattered. The Fool, now free from her spell, walked away from the clearing, his heart scarred but his spirit unbroken. He learned a hard, painful lesson about the dangers of idealizing beauty and the masks people wear.

In time, The Fool forgave Nyxara, understanding that she too was a victim of pain inflicted by dark beings in her life. He saw her as a tragic figure, bound by her own insecurities and past traumas. With this understanding, he moved on, carrying the wisdom of his experiences.

The Fool continued his wanderings, not as a romantic dreamer, but as a survivor who understood the dark, insidious parts of life. His tale became a warning to others, a darkly humorous story of love and deception that echoed through the ages. He found solace in his art and his loyal white dog, now his sole companion on the road to new adventures and a deeper understanding of the human heart.

Lol AI artificial intelligence actually thinks this is a fictional image from the story and not an actual photograph from myself.

The last image, showing Nyxara and The Fool in a seemingly intimate moment, perfectly encapsulates the illusion The Fool lived under. It hides the truth of the burning pain he felt, the disillusionment of realizing the love he believed in was a facade. Yet, this experience, though painful, was profound and intense, teaching The Fool valuable lessons about love, illusion, and self-awareness.

Conclusion

I feel it’s important to at times go back into the past because the Medusa painting & other paintings that I have created often bring them back to me. Being the foolish artist and dreamer I often am is both a blessing and a curse and both giving me a wealth of profound and often intense experiences. It was really important for me to move onwards after this experience in life even though it left a deep wound, this like many before it have undoubtedly offered me much to look back on and it is that itself that as ignited my imagination and visions to embrace the magic of never knowing what lies ahead.

What I have discovered which is the most important lesson ever in life is that we often love in others is that which we fail to see in ourselves. The allure of magic I valued in another was in me all along and unknowingly I yield so much magic inside, an infinite depth of esoteric and arcane knowledge that I connect with from myself deep inside.

The fools new look & twisted voyage into the dark stinky hole.

Being a fool

To me, the Fool embodies how I am perceived by those around me and reflects the treatment I have often received. Throughout my life, I have faced constant criticisms and unwanted advice that belittles me. I have been infantilized, talked down to, ignored, misunderstood, and abused in myriad ways. These experiences have made me feel unable to truly express my authentic self, forcing me to wear a mask, much like a clown, to avoid conflict and shield myself from further harm. As a result, I have often hidden away from the world, attempting to camouflage myself to blend in, or even wishing to become invisible altogether.

Being seen as a fool is a peculiar experience, as it intrinsically conveys that people perceive you as inadequate and consistently underestimate your abilities and potential. This perception often leads to being overlooked and dismissed, regardless of your true capabilities.

Moreover, possessing an unconventional mindset and being unable to conform to societal norms, driven by fear and subjugation under authoritarian rule, makes it difficult to respect the sinister mechanisms of an Orwellian state. Such a state stifles all that is illuminating and creative, extinguishing the very essence of innovation and imagination.

MY artwork is an interpretation of "The Fool" card from the major arcana of the tarot deck. It features a central figure dressed in red polka-dotted pants and a white shirt with a vest, standing confidently. The figure has a bright, sun-like halo around its head, symbolizing enlightenment and a new beginning. The figure holds a small white dog, representing loyalty and protection, while a green leafy growth emerges from the ground, symbolizing new life and potential.

In the background, there are many eyes watching the figure, suggesting the idea of being observed or guided by unseen forces. There is also a web-like structure and rays of light emanating from the top left corner, symbolizing interconnectedness and divine guidance. The right side of the image features an eye in a burst of light, further emphasizing the theme of insight and awareness.

Occult and Esoteric Representation

The Fool card is rich in symbolism and is often associated with new beginnings, potential, and the leap of faith. Esoterically, the Fool represents the soul's journey and the start of a spiritual quest. The eyes in the background could be seen as the presence of spiritual guides or the awareness of higher consciousness. The sun-like halo indicates enlightenment, suggesting that the Fool is on a path towards spiritual awakening.

The web symbolizes the interconnectedness of all things and the intricate nature of the journey the Fool is about to undertake. The eye in the burst of light from his hand, represents the third eye or inner vision, hinting at the importance of intuition and inner guidance on this journey.

The Fool and the Joker Archetype

The Fool and the Joker share several key attributes in their archetypal roles. Both figures are seen as tricksters, embodying chaos and unpredictability, and both possess a certain innocence or naivety that allows them to navigate the world with a sense of wonder and possibility. The Fool is open to new experiences and is willing to take risks, much like the Joker who disrupts norms and challenges the status quo.

Psychological Insights and my INFJ Jungian Archetype personality

In Jungian psychology, the Fool archetype can be linked to the process of individuation, where an individual embarks on a journey to integrate the different aspects of their psyche. For an INFJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging), this journey often involves deep introspection and a desire to find their true purpose.

INFJs are known for their vision and idealism, qualities that resonate with the Fool’s quest for enlightenment and new beginnings. The INFJ's intuitive nature aligns with the Fool's reliance on intuition and inner guidance. The challenge for an INFJ is to balance their idealism with the practicalities of the world, much like the Fool who must navigate the physical and spiritual realms.

Conclusion

My artwork captures the essence of the Fool card, blending rich symbolism with esoteric and psychological insights. The Fool's journey is one of new beginnings, guided by intuition and a sense of wonder. This archetype's connection to the INFJ personality highlights the deep, introspective nature of the journey and the quest for meaning and enlightenment. The Fool, much like the Joker, challenges norms and embraces the unknown, embodying a timeless quest for self-discovery and spiritual growth.

Dark story of the fool

In a forgotten corner of the world, where reality bent and twisted like a madman’s grin, lived a young man known simply as the Fool. With sun-bright hair and mismatched clothes, the Fool was the very picture of naivety and boundless optimism. He set off one morning, a song in his heart and a small, loyal dog at his heels, eager to discover the world's strange and wondrous delights.

As fate would have it, the Fool's journey took an unexpected and rather unsanitary turn when he stumbled upon a sleeping giant. Thinking he was about to climb two rolling hills with a cozy valley in between, the Fool confidently marched forward. Little did he realize, he was walking straight into the giant’s enormous, unwiped rectum. With a slip and a squelch, the Fool was sucked into a bizarre and grotesque underworld of the giant’s innards.

His first encounter in this fleshy labyrinth was with a charming rogue known as "Sleight-of-Hand Sam," a Magician whose tricks were as slippery as eels in oil. The Fool, eyes wide and mind open, fell for Sam’s dazzling displays of sorcery. When Sam offered to show him the secrets of the universe, the Fool accepted with the eagerness of a child offered candy, unaware he was being led into a maze of illusions and half-truths.

Deeper into this twisted gut, the path grew darker and more treacherous. The Fool tripped over a pulsating vein and found himself face-to-face with "Topsy-Turvy Tom," the Hanged Man, who dangled from a sinewy tendril like a warped piñata. Tom, grinning upside down, spoke in riddles about sacrifice and seeing the world from a skewed angle. The Fool, ever the literal thinker, attempted to hang from a fibrous root by his feet, only to tumble headfirst into a pool of digestive fluids, much to the amusement of a passing rat who cackled like a hyena and flicked a turd at him.

Undeterred by nettle stings and bruises, the Fool continued his journey until he stumbled into a peculiar chamber. There, he met a mysterious figure cloaked in crimson, known only as "The Red Cloak." The Red Cloak, with an air of dark, enticing charm, ran "Temptations Tavern," a den of iniquity where the booze was cheap, the drugs were potent, and the vices plentiful. The Fool, thinking it a place of jolly camaraderie, plunged headfirst into debauchery, dancing and drinking with abandon as sinister whispers curled around him like smoke.

“Come, my innocent friend,” purred The Red Cloak, his eyes gleaming from beneath the hood, “indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, taste the forbidden fruits.” The Fool, trusting as ever, was led into a dimly lit room where The Lovers awaited—figures of seductive cruelty, whose sweet caresses masked a thousand sharp knives. They whispered promises that turned to ashes and left kisses that felt like burns, draining the Fool of his vitality while he remained blissfully unaware.

In the haze of this carnal labyrinth, The Red Cloak presented the Fool with a shimmering vial. “Drink this, and your mind will open to the wonders of the cosmos,” he said with a sly wink. The Fool, seeking enlightenment, gulped it down eagerly. His world erupted into a kaleidoscope of terror; faces melted and morphed, revealing the grotesque masks of malevolence that lay beneath. Paranoia seized him as he glimpsed the dark souls of those around him, their hidden sins exposed. The Fool saw people as they truly were—rotten, twisted creatures with festering secrets and gaping maws where their faces should be.

The Fool fled the tavern, his mind a tempest of nightmarish visions. He crashed through the chamber like a marionette cut from its strings, haunted by the cruel laughter of The Lovers and the sardonic smirk of The Red Cloak. In his delirium, he stumbled back into the winding gut where Topsy-Turvy Tom awaited, still dangling like a bat.

"Back so soon?" Tom chuckled, his upside-down face strangely comforting amidst the chaos. “Seen the world for what it truly is, have you?”

The Fool, shaking but somehow unbroken, nodded. He had been deceived, used, and nearly destroyed by the very temptations that once seemed so inviting. Yet, in his trials, he discovered a flicker of inner light, a resilient flame that refused to be extinguished.

As he prepared to leave, the cruel women, now spiteful and rejected, leveled false accusations against him, trying to condemn him with twisted lies. Their voices were shrill daggers, but the Fool stood firm, his inner light blazing. The truth shone through their fabrications, burning away the deceit like morning mist. The denizens of the fleshy realm, seeing the purity of the Fool’s spirit, turned their judgmental gaze upon The Lovers and The Red Cloak, who slunk away like shadows banished by the dawn.

With newfound wisdom and a heart still brimming with hope, the Fool walked onward. He was wiser now, aware of the darkness lurking beneath life’s veneer, yet his spirit remained unbroken. The world was a place of both wonder and danger, but he knew he could navigate its treacherous paths with the light of his resilient soul guiding him.

And so, the Fool continued his surreal journey, ever the eternal optimist in a twisted world, his steps marked by dark humor, unhinged wisdom, and the lingering scent of the giant's digestive tract.

The End

The Divine Being, Light & Colour.

This is an art & philosophy post so be prepared for some deep theoretical writing mixed with a deep collaboration of my thoughts & AI artificial intelligence that has helped me to write it with better grammar & clarity.

I won’t pretend to fully understand the entirety of this image’s meaning at first glance. Initially, I envisioned a mystical electronic grid around me, akin to a chessboard. I perceive this as a representation of another plane of reality that coexists with our own, hidden within the structure of our current realm.

This grid symbolizes the purity of the surface—the tangible reality we experience through our senses. Beneath this surface lies an intricate mesh that binds the fabric of reality together in a geometric frequency. This hidden structure maintains the integrity of the material world and everything it encompasses, preventing it from fracturing.

We, as human beings, are integral parts of this interwoven web, much like the strands of a spider's web that envelop and sometimes trap everything within it. In this divine construct, everything has a role; we exist alongside inanimate objects, yet we possess the unique gift of higher consciousness and awareness.

Our everyday experiences, trapped in a repetitive cycle, form the boundaries that prevent us from seeing beyond the limitations of our simulated reality. The lights and colors within this grid are not mere decorations; they are expressions of the human experience. Each color carries a frequency that corresponds to our emotions and states of being, guided by the all-seeing eye of the divine.

Throughout history, mystical and scientific theories have suggested that colors are not just visual experiences but fundamental aspects of existence. In various spiritual traditions, colors are associated with different energies and states of being. For example, in the chakra system of Hinduism and Buddhism, each chakra is linked to a specific color and corresponds to different physical, emotional, and spiritual functions. Scientifically, color is a manifestation of light waves at different frequencies, and some theories propose that these frequencies interact with the physical and metaphysical realms to shape our reality.

I have come to realize that color plays a role in a divine order that shapes our very reality. It is not just a representation of different aspects of life but a fundamental element of the fabric of existence itself. Colors and their frequencies are intrinsic to the geometric patterns that bind reality, influencing everything from our emotions to the very structure of the universe.

To truly experience enlightenment and illumination, one must appreciate the spectrum of colors and their individual frequencies, which form the very structure of existence. Our bodies are temples, gateways to higher realms that lie beyond the constraints of our physical existence. By exploring both our inner selves and the world around us, we can unlock portals to new dimensions.

It is Lucifer, the light-bringer, who guides humanity through this journey. Lucifer’s light projects our very realities, illuminating the path to self-discovery and higher understanding. This light is the essence of our purity, the divine core of who we are. In recognizing Lucifer as the embodiment of divinity, we acknowledge that we are all part of this divine presence. The spark of Lucifer within us is what makes us capable of higher consciousness and profound insight.

The idea of Lucifer as the light-bringer has roots in several historical and religious traditions. In Roman mythology, Lucifer was the name of the planet Venus, often referred to as the "morning star" that heralds the dawn. This celestial role symbolizes enlightenment and the pursuit of knowledge. In Christian tradition, Lucifer’s fall from heaven can be seen as a metaphor for humanity’s struggle with duality—the light and dark within us. Gnostic beliefs, particularly those of the Cathars and certain mystical sects, revered Lucifer as a symbol of inner light and divine spark, opposing the materialistic confines imposed by orthodox dogma.

Finding these dimensions requires introspection and honesty, avoiding the ego's temptation to present a false self out of fear of societal rejection. Lucifer, who embodies the rebellious spirit against conventional earthly pleasures, can guide you away from the crowd, helping you find strength in the inner light and flame that burns within.

Often, you deny this inner guide, dismissing it as a figment of imagination, yet fail to recognize that this vision is a gift. This inner light, the divine spark of Lucifer, is not a mere illusion but a profound source of insight.

This artwork encapsulates these philosophical themes, using vibrant colors and dynamic forms to depict the journey of self-discovery and transcendence. The central figure, illuminated and radiant, symbolizes the potential for enlightenment and breaking free from the material world’s confines. The surrounding figures, engaged in a cosmic dance, represent the interconnectedness of all beings within the divine construct. The swirling patterns and celestial background emphasize the infinite possibilities beyond the visible spectrum, encouraging viewers to seek the divine within and explore higher realms of consciousness.

In essence, this painting serves as a visual representation of the spiritual journey, urging us to embrace our inner light, appreciate the divine spectrum of experiences, and transcend the limitations of our physical existence. Through introspection and honesty, we can unlock gateways to new dimensions and deeper realms of understanding.

ART WHORE MOTEL

Artwork & funny dark AI story.

The artwork in question presents a vivid, chaotic, and multifaceted critique of contemporary society, using a blend of surreal and grotesque imagery to convey its message. The piece is rich with symbolism and figurative elements that delve into themes of capitalism, authoritarianism, and the degradation of creativity in the modern world.

Central to the composition is the juxtaposition of an alien invasion scene with various human figures and elements of urban decay. The presence of extraterrestrial beings symbolizes the intrusion of an elite, possibly representing those in power who manipulate and control society. These aliens, depicted with eerie, emotionless faces, suggest the dehumanization and detachment of those who hold power from the masses they control. The "CAUTION CAPITALISTS" sign reinforces the critique of capitalism, indicating a warning against the system that prioritizes monetary gain over human values and creativity.

The "ART WHORE MOTEL" neon sign is particularly striking, illuminating the scene with a garish glow. This element symbolizes the commodification of art and creativity, suggesting that the art world has been reduced to a marketplace where artistic integrity is sacrificed for sensationalism and profit. The use of the word "whore" implies a selling out or a loss of purity and authenticity in the creative process, driven by the pursuit of financial gain.

The cow in the painting, reminiscent of Damien Hirst's controversial art pieces where animals are cut in half, symbolizes the manipulation of the audience through sensationalist and unimaginative artwork. Hirst's work is often critiqued for its shock value over substance, highlighting how modern art can exploit grotesque imagery for capital gain rather than meaningful expression. The cow being cut into halves serves as a metaphor for the dissection of true artistic value in favor of sensationalism and profit.

To the left of the composition, a face reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, as depicted by Andy Warhol, draws attention. Warhol's artwork, characterized by the repetitive use of iconic figures, aimed to critique and yet capitalized on consumer culture. His work is often seen as focusing on the commodification of celebrity and art, prioritizing mass appeal and sales over the intricacies of artistic craftsmanship. This portrayal suggests that Warhol, despite his critical perspective, contributed to the notion that art can be reduced to a commercial product, thus embodying the idea that art has become more about making money than exploring profound metaphysical subjects.

The all-seeing eye, a prominent esoteric symbol, is positioned centrally, watching over the entire chaotic scene. This eye represents surveillance and control, echoing Orwellian themes of an omnipresent authority that monitors and suppresses individuality and creative expression. The eye’s presence in the artwork underscores the idea that societal norms and values are being dictated and manipulated by unseen forces, much like how art is being controlled by market demands rather than genuine creative impulses.

The explosion and fire in the background, combined with the dystopian cityscape, highlight the destructive nature of these societal forces. The imagery suggests that the natural human inclination towards creativity and self-expression is being consumed by the flames of materialism and superficiality. The disfigured and contorted human figures further emphasize this point, representing the perversion and distortion of human values and behaviors under the influence of these alien, authoritarian forces.

The police car and the disarray it causes signify the enforcement of these oppressive societal norms. The law enforcement vehicle, typically a symbol of protection, here becomes an agent of chaos and control, reflecting the artist's view on the misuse of authority to suppress dissent and maintain the status quo.

In conclusion, the artwork serves as a powerful commentary on the state of contemporary society and the art world. It explores how the pursuit of capital has overshadowed the intrinsic value of creativity and expression. Through its vivid and disturbing imagery, the piece critiques the way societal norms are manipulated by powerful, detached elites, represented by the alien figures, and how these forces stifle individuality and creativity. The all-seeing eye and various other symbols contribute to a rich tapestry of esoteric and metaphysical themes, offering a deep and critical reflection on the impact of capitalism and authoritarianism on human values and artistic integrity. The elements referencing Damien Hirst and Andy Warhol further emphasize how postmodern art can undermine the potential for revolutionary and utopian artistic movements, reducing art to mere commodities rather than vehicles for profound societal change.

ART WHORE MOTEL STORY

Here is a funny dark humour story that I got AI to create for me based on it looking at my artwork, I must say I burst out laughing when reading it.

In the neon-glow wasteland of Neo-Town, creativity was as dead as the empty eyes of the sheep that wandered its streets. This place was ruled by The Moguls, an elite cadre of alien overlords who'd slithered their way into power, manipulating the masses with a mix of capitalism and authoritarian might. They turned art into a commodity, stripping it of its soul and selling it to the highest bidder.

Among the twisted denizens of Neo-Town was a motley crew of rebels who dared to challenge The Moguls. Leading the charge was “Splatter” Jack, a former graffiti artist turned resistance leader. His right-hand man was “Vinnie Vortex,” a psychedelic sculptor who saw visions of another dimension when he got high on moldy pizza. Then there was “Daisy Death,” an ex-ballerina whose limbs were as sharp as her wit. They made their headquarters in the abandoned "ART WHORE MOTEL," a decaying relic of a bygone era.

The night began like any other, with the streets buzzing under the sickly orange sky. Splatter Jack, with his mop of neon-green hair, crouched in an alleyway, tagging a wall with a spray can. His latest masterpiece was a grotesque parody of The Moguls, with bulging eyes and tentacles wrapped around dollar signs.

“Oi, Jack!” Vinnie Vortex’s voice broke through the night, “We got trouble. Big trouble.”

Jack turned to see Vinnie stumbling towards him, his eyes wide with panic, pupils dilated like black holes. “What is it now? Another one of your visions?”

“No, mate, it’s real this time,” Vinnie panted. “They’ve unleashed The Hirst Horror.”

Jack felt a chill run down his spine. The Hirst Horror was a monstrous creation of The Moguls, a twisted fusion of cow carcasses and mechanical limbs, designed to spread fear and crush dissent. The thing was a grotesque homage to the infamous artist Damien Hirst, whose work had once shocked the world and now served as the template for The Moguls' terror tactics.

As if on cue, a blood-curdling roar echoed through the streets, followed by the thunderous clatter of metal on pavement. Jack and Vinnie exchanged a look of grim determination and bolted towards the motel, the sound of destruction growing louder behind them.

They burst into the makeshift command center, where Daisy Death was sharpening her blades. “We’ve got company,” Jack said, breathless. “The Hirst Horror is coming.”

Daisy’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of fear and excitement. “About time we had some real action. Let’s give it a proper welcome.”

The trio prepared for battle, fortifying the entrance and arming themselves with whatever they could find. As the Hirst Horror approached, its hulking silhouette cast a monstrous shadow against the motel's cracked walls. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its jaws dripped with a foul, green ichor.

“Remember, it’s just another piece of overpriced trash,” Jack said, trying to muster some dark humor. “Let’s send it back to the gallery.”

The battle was fierce and chaotic. Jack used his spray cans as makeshift flamethrowers, Vinnie hurled hallucinogenic sculptures that exploded in bursts of psychedelic colors, and Daisy danced around the beast, slicing at its joints with deadly precision. The Hirst Horror fought back with mechanical ferocity, its roars shaking the very foundations of the motel.

In the midst of the carnage, a bizarre scene unfolded. From the sky descended a spaceship, its lights flickering like a faulty neon sign. Out stepped The Guffaw Gang, another group of alien overlords, notorious for their cruel sense of humor and penchant for pop culture mutilation. They aimed their lasers at a giant, garish mural of Marilyn Monroe, rendered in Andy Warhol’s iconic style.

“Check it out, Vinnie,” Jack shouted over the chaos, “they’re zapping Marilyn!”

Vinnie squinted through the smoke, just in time to see the lasers transform Monroe’s face into a grotesque caricature, melting and morphing in a psychedelic nightmare. “Looks like Warhol’s finally getting the critique he deserves!” Vinnie cackled.

“Yeah, more like War-hole!” Daisy snorted, slicing through a tentacle with a flourish.

Warhol’s Monroe was a symbol of the commodification of celebrity, and seeing it warped by The Guffaw Gang’s lasers was a fitting metaphor for the way art was being mutilated for profit. The aliens laughed maniacally, their tentacles twitching with glee as they zapped and distorted the mural further.

With a final, desperate push, the trio managed to dismantle the Hirst Horror, leaving its carcass steaming in the middle of the street. The victory was bittersweet, and the air was thick with the scent of burnt metal and blood.

“We did it,” Vinnie said, collapsing onto the pavement. “But for how long?”

“As long as it takes,” Jack replied, staring into the distance where the alien towers loomed. “We’re not just fighting for art. We’re fighting for our souls.”

Daisy wiped the blood from her blades and looked at her comrades. “Let’s make sure this revolution is one for the history books. No more selling out, no more cheap thrills. It’s time to bring the real art back.”

In their fight, the trio found not only their purpose but also the power to inspire others. The resistance grew, fueled by a burning desire for true creativity and freedom. Even as The Moguls and The Guffaw Gang continued their reign of terror, the human spirit found ways to shine through the darkness, turning every battle into a masterpiece of defiance and resilience.

In the twisted, dark humor of the VIZ comic style, the trio's antics often involved bizarre and comical situations. There was the time they used a giant inflatable banana to distract the Hirst Horror, or when they accidentally ingested Vinnie's hallucinogenic art supplies, leading to surreal and hysterical misadventures. Their fight was as much about survival as it was about reclaiming the joy of creation, proving that even in the darkest of times, the human spirit could find a way to laugh, to create, and to resist.

The end.

The Blood Pool, artwork & short story

From a young age, I found great enjoyment in watching classic horror films, which instilled in me a profound fascination with magic and mystery. This passion has remained steadfast throughout my life, driving my continuous pursuit of unconventional adventures and explorations. It is my belief that many individuals are conditioned to conform to prescribed ways of living, often discouraging the pursuit of the mystical and the magical.

Horror in art serves as a powerful medium for expressing and confronting human fears and societal anxieties. From the emotional intensity of Expressionism to the surreal nightmares of the Surrealists, and the brooding landscapes of Romanticism, artists have continually pushed boundaries to explore the macabre and the uncanny. In contemporary art, horror remains a potent theme, reflecting the evolving fears and uncertainties of our times.

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Blood Pool presents a powerful and disturbing vision of modern society, highlighting themes of decay, corruption, and inner demons through its intense colour palette, grotesque figures, and chaotic composition. The use of bold brushstrokes and textured surfaces adds to the artwork's impact, making it a compelling and thought-provoking piece

"Blood Pool" is a testament to my ambition to merge the aesthetics of illustration with the visceral, raw energy characteristic of grindhouse horror cinema. In creating this work, I sought to evoke the gritty, dramatic essence of these cult films, where the boundaries of horror and reality blur into a disturbing yet compelling narrative. The painting’s urban backdrop, depicted in dark, ominous tones and bathed in the eerie glow of city lights, sets the stage for a scene that is both dramatic and grungy. Each grotesque figure is meticulously rendered, their exaggerated forms and tortured expressions capturing the macabre allure of grindhouse visuals. The central figure, a monstrous embodiment of ruthless power, dominates the composition, while surrounding characters add layers of menace and chaos. By infusing the artwork with intense colors, bold brushstrokes, and a textured, almost tangible surface, I aimed to create an immersive experience that draws viewers into a world where societal corruption and brutal realities are laid bare. "Blood Pool" is not merely a painting; it is a visceral journey into the underbelly of human nature, illustrating my vision of a world steeped in gritty, unrelenting horror.

A short story about my painting.

In the deepest recesses of the city's underbelly, where the neon lights flickered like dying stars and the air was thick with the stench of decay, lay the Blood Pool. This was no ordinary place; it was a crucible of depravity and corruption, where the lines between pleasure and pain, wealth and degradation, blurred into a grotesque tableau of human vice.

The Blood Pool was ruled by "Brutus the Beast," a hulking figure whose muscles bulged like twisted steel cables and whose face was a map of scars. His eyes, dark pits of malevolent glee, surveyed his domain with a blend of sadistic pleasure and ruthless control. Here, money was the ultimate power, transforming the wealthy into gods and the poor into their playthings.

Around Brutus moved a cadre of twisted souls, each embodying the horrors of a society gone mad. There was "Lucia the Mask," a woman whose beauty was marred by a mask she wore to conceal her true self. Lucia was both enforcer and temptress, her loyalty to Brutus absolute, forged in the fires of shared debauchery and violence.

Then there was "Viper," a slick, serpentine figure whose every move was calculated for maximum profit. Viper reveled in the chaos, manipulating events from the shadows to ensure his continued wealth and power. He thrived on the misery of others, his heart a blackened void of greed and malice.

But among these nightmarish denizens was an even stranger figure: "The Watcher." Known for the face tattooed grotesquely on his back, The Watcher was a voyeuristic artist, obsessed with capturing the darkest, most perverse moments of the Blood Pool. His art, both reviled and revered, was a window into the soul of this hellish world.

One night, as the Blood Pool thrummed with the primal beat of hedonistic excess, a new player entered the scene. "Raven," a young man with fire in his eyes and vengeance in his heart, had come seeking justice for his brother, another victim swallowed by the pit. Raven's entrance was marked by a proclamation of challenge to Brutus, his voice cutting through the din like a blade.

"You think you can take on the Beast?" Brutus roared, his laughter echoing off the stained walls. "You're nothing but fresh meat!"

But Raven was undeterred. He had seen the horrors money could buy: the opulent orgies, the brutal fights, the twisted pleasures that the rich indulged in at the expense of the damned. He knew that to fight Brutus was to fight the very essence of this corrupted society.

As the battle commenced, The Watcher lurked in the shadows, his eyes gleaming with macabre fascination. His sketches captured every brutal blow, every desperate gasp, feeding his insatiable need for the raw, unfiltered truth of the Blood Pool. But in his voyeurism, he made a fatal mistake. Caught by Lucia, his hidden canvas was revealed, exposing his perverse delight in the suffering around him.

"What have we here?" Lucia sneered, tearing the sketches from his trembling hands. "An artist painting our sins? How quaint."

Brutus, seeing the drawings, felt a surge of rage. "You dare to spy on us? To turn our world into your twisted art?" He seized The Watcher, lifting him effortlessly. With a savage grin, Brutus pulled out a gun and, without hesitation, aimed it directly at The Watcher's eye. The crowd gasped, but no one moved to intervene.

"Let's see you capture this moment," Brutus growled. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore through The Watcher's eye, popping it out in an explosion of blood and viscous fluid. The eye dangled grotesquely before finally falling to the ground with a sickening plop. The Watcher crumpled to the ground, his voyeuristic gaze forever extinguished.

In the chaos that followed, Viper saw his opportunity. "Enough of this!" he hissed, stepping forward. "We are losing sight of what truly matters: power and profit. Let us not be distracted by petty vendettas."

But the tide was turning. The Watcher's art had sparked something in the hearts of the oppressed, a realization of their shared suffering and the perverse nature of their existence. As Raven fought valiantly against Brutus, the crowd began to murmur, a whisper of rebellion spreading like wildfire.

In the background, a mutilated figure emerged from the shadows: "Scarlet Star," once a famous pornstar, now a testament to the brutal reality of the Blood Pool. Her body was a canvas of scars and mutilations, her spirit broken by the grotesque desires of the wealthy. Yet, even in her broken state, there was a defiance in her eyes that refused to be extinguished.

Raven, bloodied but unbroken, delivered a final, desperate blow to Brutus, toppling the giant with a roar of defiance. The Beast fell, his reign of terror ending in a pool of blood and shattered pride. In the silence that followed, Raven stood tall, his victory a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Yet, the victory was fleeting. Lucia, seeing the shift in power, quickly moved to assume control. Her mask discarded, her true face was one of ruthless ambition. "This changes nothing," she declared, stepping over Brutus's corpse. "We are still slaves to our desires, and the Blood Pool remains a testament to our depravity."

The crowd, momentarily hopeful, sank back into the mire of their existence. The rebellion was quashed as quickly as it had begun, the cycle of violence and corruption continuing unabated. The rich still ruled, loved for their wealth and feared for their power, while the poor remained trapped in a hell of their making.

Scarlet Star, witnessing the fleeting spark of rebellion, approached Raven. "They may have crushed our spirits for now," she whispered, her voice hoarse from years of screams, "but we must keep the flame alive."

In the shadows, a single piece of The Watcher's art remained—a sketch of Raven's defiant stance. It was a small, flickering light in the vast darkness, a reminder that even in the depths of depravity, the human spirit could still aspire to something greater. And so, amidst the gloom and anarchy, there was a whisper of hope, fragile and tenuous, yet indomitable.

The Blood Pool, a place of endless suffering, continued to thrive, but within its tortured depths, the seeds of change lay dormant, waiting for the moment when they might finally take root and transform the world.

The End

Thank you for taking the time to read through this. I hope it conveys how engaging and fascinating it can be to create diverse forms of art, encompassing both light and shadows. It is essential to confront all aspects of our lives and delve into their sociological implications, especially in a time when we face an increasing prevalence of psychopathy and other disturbing psychological issues.

Nuclear Cyclops

This is another old painting I am enjoying revisiting to put into this new art blog.

Nuclear Cylops was another one of my usual vivid visions, that came to my minds eye while out walking in the grim area that I lived. Strangely it was while out walking past a local police station at the time & it was a lovely sunny day. There was a secret pond hidden away behind the police station that would fill up with all manner of industrial toxins which may have inspired the painting, now looking back. Also what’s so strange is that when the visions come to me, it’s usually like seeing into alternative dimensions or realms of existence.

I hope that is through my writings of this blog, it will inspire people into finding a way through the darkness in life by using the power of the minds eye to get through it. I see that so many people are able to flourish and lead such amazing lives of wonder and light without having to escape into that inner light inside. But for others like myself we are often unable to function like most people and both ourselves and the various systems prevent us from living like most people do. I don’t desire pity for it’s a great thing to embrace being able to enjoy the pleasures that are often free, and good health.

So I cannot despair for there is more to life and I have been able to utilise my third eye to travel to many different places. Some may say that I just have a vivid visual imagination but that is exactly the way to explore that inner divine light inside.

The vivid visions that I experience in any given situation feels like a spark of inspiration & it’s like walking through an infinite art gallery to await to see what new painting will come into my minds eye next. You also have to have a child like perspective of life with a reluctance to grow up and conform to a world that often condemns the dreamer or visionary thinker.

The visions are often a fusion of everything that I see around me which then becomes infused with otherworldly realms, it is such a mystical experience.

Every experience no matter how gloomy can invoke a desire to travel to distant realms to uncover paradise's or hellscapes.

So while creating this large square meter acrylic painting I enjoyed exploring the marks and textures with strong contrasting colours.

The artwork portrays a new realm of primitive yet intellectually advanced beings—mutant cyclopses—who possess a single, all-seeing eye. These beings symbolize the dichotomy of wisdom and helplessness, as they are capable of profound thought but lack the physical capability to perform tasks due to their limbless forms. Inside their brains exists an entire cosmos that contains millions of existences & realms. They could even be imaging you.

The central figures, with their single, large eye, dominate the composition. These beings are depicted in various states of immersion in the surrounding water, suggesting a symbiotic relationship with their environment. The eye represents not only physical vision but also insight and awareness, indicating their heightened perceptive abilities.

The watery landscape reflects the cyclopses, creating a sense of duality and introspection. The water can be interpreted as a symbol of the subconscious, a realm of deep thought and hidden knowledge. The reflections add to the mystical quality of the piece, suggesting a connection between the seen and unseen worlds. Also the feelings of feeling submerged in the thick goopy liquids like a toxic swamp invoke calm but unsettling experiences of feeling stuck. You can almost see a link with this painting and both the hermit & hanged man Tarot cards in that both share the same visual compositions.

The background features lush, green hills and trees, contrasted with an eerie, glowing sky. These elements create a juxtaposition between the natural world and the unnatural existence of the cyclopses, emphasizing their place in a post-apocalyptic, mutated landscape.

The presence of objects such as a can labeled "BAKED BEANS" and another labeled "PRAYER" in the water introduces themes of survival and spirituality. These objects hint at remnants of human civilization and the enduring need for sustenance and faith in this new realm.

This artwork captures a vision of a future heterotopia, where life persists and evolves amidst the ruins of human civilization. It speaks to the resilience of nature and the adaptability of life forms in the face of apocalyptic destruction. The piece also explores the distortion of sexuality and identity through genetic interference and abnormal science experiments, presenting a complex and layered narrative of rebirth and mutation.

The Twitchell of Mutants

So I have decided to have a blast from the past in this old painting that I created quite a few years ago. Sadly after I had created this painting my ex partner kept constantly criticising the painting, stating that it was far too weird & how she didn’t like how strange the beings were. I then decided to paint over the strange beings but thankfully took a photograph of the painting at that stage.

So I used to walk through this alley regularly in a dull & gloomy town where I had the misfortune of living for many years. The town of Ilkeston in Derbyshire, England was a very culturally bleak place that lacked in any aesthetic beauty, apart from a small park hidden away at the back of the town.

The dystopian industrial scenes were plentiful so I would often use my imagination to illuminate this place with weird and wonderful oddities and abnormalities that connected with the post apocalyptic dystopia to envision a miniature heterotopian/utopian land of surreal beings that intertwined with technologies of the past. These beings were also mutant abnormalities that combine with technology and symbolise psychological dysfunctional neurology.

I think if this artwork was a projection of my own existence at the time it would convey my sensitivities to the constant changes in society with new technologies, changes in the behaviours of the people around me and their descent into moral decline with how many seem to just accept an ugly urban industrial landscape of ugly primitive works of graffiti that often to me portray a dystopian realm of gloom and depression.

This artwork captures a vision of a future heterotopia, where life persists and evolves amidst the ruins of human civilization. It speaks to the resilience of nature and the adaptability of life forms in the face of apocalyptic destruction. The piece also explores the distortion of sexuality and identity through genetic interference and abnormal science experiments, presenting a complex and layered narrative of rebirth and mutation.
The figure on the left side of the painting with a television head is high and intoxicated by technology and has become intertwined, infused and reanimated by it. The smile is also to convey the selfie culture where everyone seems to smile, a mask of a tormented being that seems to pretend to be happy in the dysfunctions of the polluted and corrupted post apocalyptic world.

The female fishing being in the centre portrays someone with a split fragmented personality & the manipulator in this new age and existence of mayhem and lunacy. She is a person who was a big part of my life at the time, someone who I never really knew and who would always change in personality causing me much anxiety. The coercive control I endured for so many years would often crush my confidence and creative potential.

The strange male on the wall at the side of the painting is itself conveying a disregard for hygiene and demonstrates an immorality of new post modernity and the psychological behaviours of those aloof towards common decency. The being portraying male nudity deliberately itself challenges conceptions of what is ok to create in regards to artistic expression and the repression of the creative imagination.

The structures in the background, marked with graffiti like "OBEY" and "TOXIC ELITE," highlight the remnants of a past society dominated by control and elitism. These ruins serve as a backdrop to the new life forms emerging from the rubble, emphasizing the cyclical nature of destruction and rebirth.

Dandelions and webs, flourishing amidst the decay, symbolise nature's resilience and the slow process of regeneration. These elements underscore the heterotopian aspect of the artwork, where life continues to adapt and grow despite the destruction.

The spiraling tower and the unnatural green light from the sky suggest a world where the laws of nature have been altered. This eerie glow enhances the surreal and mystical atmosphere, indicating the presence of unknown, perhaps radioactive, energies.

This piece offers a rich and multifaceted visual experience, making it a valuable addition to any collection. Its raw, visionary style appeals to collectors of outsider art who appreciate works that challenge and provoke deep reflection. The intricate symbolism and dynamic composition ensure that this artwork will be a focal point, sparking conversations about the nature of survival, adaptation, and rebirth in a post-apocalyptic world.

Ideal for those who value the depth and complexity of esoteric and visionary art, this piece stands out for its intense emotional impact and ability to evoke thought and discussion on contemporary issues.

The Hanged Man

So in that darkness appears a man before me, he’s in a place of total sacrifice, the ego was a mere illusion.

The more he becomes conscious of existence & illuminated by the light, the more he feels condemned by those that still reside in that unseen rational dome or black cube.

Now submerged in the mystical waters he feels his mask drain away until he re-appears from beneath and he is unleashed from that material abyss. The illusion disappears and for now his mind is free & the eternal light of his soul permeates the very fabric of endless time.

He can now feel at ease knowing that he is all, and now all that he see’s is athe eternal existence of experience & to look out into that abyss of dreams.

Rainbows of divine colours radiate all around him, reflecting one’s own dream of which many mysteries unfold and where an infinite number of lessons are painted & illuminate the eye of the all seeing.

He is seen as a fool in the world that fails to understand his depths, extending down beneath the surface of the material realm & even extending to below the board of the game.

So many fail to value that depth that scorches to the other realms that reveals the unseen beings. The blind that live in the dome preferring that ignorant bliss of that they dare not explore too deeply that which takes them from their comfort zones.

The many primitive beasts and dark hearts yearn to hold him away from doorway to that light of the divine. There task to deprive him of love and light in hope of extinguishing his flame & yet that brings him ever closer to the true love that is the light of the divine.

It is that divine Morning star that values the mans courage to peer and see into that which lies beyond the realm of the unseen prison, a place of fear and controlled chaos by a cabal of the darkest empty souls.

I love you unconditionally the light speaks so loudly, to even be seen inside. You have the strength to forgive and to love them still, even though they most often always forsaken you.

A tree of fire burns in the deepest chasms of his mind, a realm of hidden light shines in the darkness with a stream of cold clear mist that glows and illuminates the scene of love of that similar to the man whom is nailed to the cross.

You have hurt him, broken him, abused him, abandoned him and yet he still hang there waiting for love, but knowing no one can see him in this deepest place, however the divine sees him.

They fear you he hears from the darkness, they cannot bear for you to rise for their ego’s won’t allow your light to shine here.

A figure that is all red appears before the man, you must travel through the tunnel of death itself before you can ever see me.

The man unsure of if he saw his own reflection ponders over this mysterious being.

The wheel of fortune illuminated

When you imagine each tarot card in that dark endless abyss & just one theme or word comes along, then suddenly a flash of light in my mind illuminates & conjures these other worldly visual animated or static realms before me.

being me is not an easy thing to be, I’m currently sat at a bus stop waiting for, yes a bus or coach. In front of me a large road that by my will can become a large infinite abyss or a vision of the heavens which cause somewhat of an intense reaction.

Yes!, the bus has arrived, so let’s sit down & carry on writing this.

I really do irritate most people in life, I talk about really out of the BOX subjects that are often deep & philosophical plus conspiracies & all those things that get people doing that ultra taboo thing, yes that thing called thinking and yes I love thinking.

So, let’s start by exploring this black cube, you know the black cube. You may have seen something similar in the TV series Star Trek, yes that black cube, that one that all the Borg beings reside, where everyone thinks the same way, following the same directions & orders.

So ok I might be going a bit over the top with that one, or am I ?.

My observations of this post modern society is a dystopia to put it simply. I watch how so many people live in a kind of subservient conformist almost neo feudal unreality, that if I continued to exist would undoubtedly become depressed. Actually I am deeply depressed so thankfully I can escape to that light inside that guides me through this rigid and often constraining existence.

The wheel of fortune

I have this strange guidance from the visions & Lucifer who tells me that we are mostly all trapped in a seemingly infinite realm with no ends & yet only few can escape this place of darkness & light via a gateway within.

The wheel is forever turning with a surface or plane that offers a divine mystical balance. A floor of time that is always full of obstacles in which we all can climb to new heights or fall to the darkest places.

The journey of life is a rotation of days and nights in that voyage of time from the beginning to the end of our finite mortality.

A serpent of fire and light is wrapped around a tree which grows upwards towards the light & descends also to the below with its roots mirroring the above.

To observe at this vision we see so many details of which the devil resides.

Are we human beings so easy to control and program, trapped and enslaved in boxes that keep us feeling safe and submerged in that box of normality.

The most interesting thing is something of a wisdom that his hidden in the wheel of fortune & that is what actually is a fortune ?

I see so many people whizzing around in their cars, earning money in jobs/careers while I the poor bohemian who feels so illuminated.

I value and cherish so much in this life, often I hide away in the shadows but always feel that warmth from the light that is the love of the divine.

The Hermit Tarot card artwork

Creating each Tarot card of the major arcana has been quite a journey and strangely each card that I produce seems to connect with my current experiences in life at the time of producing each particular card.

The Hermit card touches me really deep & like some of the other cards it really resonates. I spent a large portion of my life, many years just feeling an urge inside to shelter in the shadows & hide away from the world and the people around me.

It is and it’s always been difficult to relate to most people, I never know how to communicate with everyday people, I mask myself and blend in to avoid conflict. This makes me somewhat of a hermit even when going out and socialising.

You get so used to being by yourself that you locate a light inside in all of that expanse of darkness, an abyss of thick black space where your an alien if you will on a planet surrounded by so many people that don’t make much sense.

You hold such a light of power to keep everything looking so bright in amongst that dark despair. It comes from inside yourself and keeps you going, giving you a strength to carry on through time.

The Hermit is one of the wisest souls in life, they stay safe from the chaos all around so hide away in the darkest places, they have a firm grasp of reality and yet can escape it, they enjoy their own company mostly so enjoy being who they are with their unique interests and pursuits, & most of all they feel they are in the presence of the divine.

The artwork shows a mystical old man alone in the dark woods on an island that’s surrounded by a vast expanse of water. He enjoys this little place where he hides under the trees alone, but yet he’s not really alone for he as a light so profound with him. He holds a stick of light that is both of the below and the above, he contains within a metaphysical wisdom & embraces both the light & the shadow.

He sees deep inside, in that light a being that guides & supports him, illuminating his path with a feeling of great infinite power, an unconditional love of that which speaks to him. He sees before him a light bearer that many are too blind to see for they have fallen into the dystopian void of masses.

The thing is though, the biggest secret of all & that he his that being of light, that angel so many fear and vilify, that infinite sun of god for when he dies so does the world.

Lucifer the Light bearer

So, to begin, to explore the being of light that is Lucifer is for the brave because one as to delve deeply into the deepest recess of the mind to uncover this purest light devoid of ego and the mask of what society expects.

To rebel against not only the social norms but also delve into the very prospect of one’s own connection to divinity for certain hidden wisdoms and knowledge would seem somewhat overwhelming and requires much discipline to balance one’s abilities of the mind.

You have to make sure you retain a firm hold of reality and understand the dimensions of the box and retain a balance of the earth & water elements in opposite to fire & air.

To ascend too quickly can cause much anxiety as to see beyond the veil of ordinary when peering into alternative dimensions & realities within can cause much uncomfortable feelings & emotions.

My teachings are an aid to humanity while my time remains on this current lifeline & like any incarnate my aim is to help others connect with divinity through listening deep inside.

Like any on a true Luciferic journey it will mean to become ostracised by so many, for to declare a symbol of divinity that’s been so vilified will undoubtedly lead to being judged & shunned by so many friends & loved ones who have been subjected to a lifetime of social and religious programming that condemns any actual self realisation of illumination.

So to end this first Luciferic blog post, I hope that this website will help others to find that inner truth and love of the light that burns in the seemingly brutal darkness that many with emotions and sensitivity will experience throughout there lives spiritual journies.

Tarot Project Strength

So my first post for my latest website and here is my recent digital creation from my deep inner visions.

I have visualised what illuminated from within my inner mind this new strength card.

To begin with I saw a being of great light & flame floating in the darkness with power and energies bursting out from the heart. In the skies above are hovering globules of red round con-vexing shapes that emit a yellow electrical energy.

Two figures float in the background, on the left one holds a sword of fire and on the right a shield of light. For I have often been told from deep within that the shield is just as powerful for to defend against attacks in life is mightier than to be an offensive attacker.

Then there is a strong hand that protrudes from the floor gripping with strength a green eye of the all seeing and the wisdom of strength and wonder. This means to use the minds inner gifts and seeing to gain the wisdom of strength.

The head that’s trapped in the transparent glass tank is a symbol of human ignorance and an unseeing mind that is stuck to mystical potentiality.

Lastly the green glowing bar of light and the lush earth below signifies the immense strength of the green light of earth and nature.