Quotation from Arthur Miller

www.telegraph.co.uk“If I see an ending, I can work backward.”

~ Arthur Miller

Fresh Poetry ~ “In Volumes of Sacred Lore”

Kay Nielsen ~ Volumes of Sacred Lore

In remembered history
no memory avails:
from zenith to molten core,
altars of sacrifice;
altars of innocence
purify in perfumed

Study ancient mysteries
by the soft purr
of Divine light:
Luna speaks: a sun shines
upon the language
of the Tree Alphabet.
Trace back
original connection, for clarity—where is the

In hermetic specialization,
the powers & principalities
which govern
formerly your eternal, precious
lie upon delicate pages of
so-called Lost Books.
Inside this commonwealth
of the wise,
patterns are odd, hinting of
encrypted passages
into the cosmos promising access
to sacred

Rites of Destitution clamour & crash;
mother-of-pearl saucers
co-join revelations
of spirit,
constructing a future basis
justified towards
dream, vision & ideal—agents for
all elixirs
of the mortal sphere.

Standing across the threshold
of immortality, milk separates
from water;
a circle enshrines profound,
truth—the sweet
fragrance of sacred life.

Close now in
By amen it shall
be so;
as it is & as it ought to be—continued
in seamless harmony.

{Image by Arthur Rackham}


Fresh Poetry ~ “Engineering Nephilim”

Hieronymus Bosch - Engineering NephalimLet us undertake a thought experiment
to stretch capacity
of imagination: Submerging past
guarded gates & baited whispers,
in this wake
shadows of Eternity appear.
Still in the research phase,
consecrated amongst Masons,
the U.S led coalition
who inhabit Canaan—those fallen angels
lacking precision & despite the mystery,
control is unravelling.

When you know your Bible properly
it is said Giants
from the deep, billowing upward
benefit from Universal understanding,
went to daughters of man
like phosphorous fires
of a match on first strike.
Unchartered these children
of the sun,
forsaking the Lords of Flame;
dark-born beings
from their minds masquerade as Star-born,
anticipating the folly
of Adam,
holding a tablet, stylus or scroll—how they are rendered
by this craft.

What people have ever recognized themselves
deceived by fable?

In the rush of piracy
traditional winds are rendered impotent.
After surviving the flood,
under justice broad & clumsy,
devoid of the swift accuracy
of Sequence,
clever minds operate a hypodermic injection
altering human DNA.
The indiscriminate substitution
of pure & applied science
captures public imagination—secrets
of exuberant skulls keep
unusually loud symbolism.

The synchronicity clause
indicates that mastery
of emotion
will place universal energy at
ready disposal;
peppered by a noisemakers’ enthusiasm,
resurrection unfolds—the book of Enoch
Some memories are spotty:
Evacuate the coastline
& blah, blah, blah: you get the picture—
it’s real.

{Artwork by Hieronymus Bosch}

Quotation from Annie Besant

Annie_Besant_1895“It is our weakness that the rush & bustle of life in the city makes us deaf to the Voice that is ever-speaking.”
~ Annie Besant


{Image from Johnstone, O’Shannessy and Co.}

Fresh Poetry ~ “Ordo Ad Chao”

Lena HadesSo this might serve as navigator
for recent history—which type of war
shall it be?
Fully engaged battle to
the biter end,
once & for all
an ongoing series of small skirmishes,
with endless attrition
to defend territory
in support of
a new mindset & all that ensuing
moral panic?

Desperation is contagious.

America: As seen through a
complex filter
of hope & anger;
the burden of feigned liberty:
angels who have turned toward evil
the same alchemical mixture:
divide & conquer
rattles the Earth’s magnetic field—all for the love of lairnals,
the whole shebang,
with 3 or 4 friends.

Create some heavy sensationalism out of
technological preparedness,
knowing this is where
the abstractions register
Back door gun control, meet
cognitive dissonance; living without
vital power,
a nation must sustain itself
they find temporary relief
in real estate & commerce.
Breathe easy:
For every action, there is a reaction,
either blind or stupid.
Leviathan fire, astral traveling, mind reading, control of the weather;
commitments transcending the realms—it is a very
dull routine so
remember the hot sauce to put on
someone who has crossed
the Abyss.
How does this dragon fare
regarding personal conviction?
With silent scorn,
destiny lives in the future.
The rivers are dried up,
we are
more fearful, less intelligent,
more judgemental & utterly superficial,
every breath a fleeting crown lining
scales upon our eyes,
tampering with devotion
impacting generations of demagoguery
because we have no pasture.
Just some generic dystopian aqualor;
the militarization of local police departments,
the obvious brainwashing in an age
of no compromise.

Feeling sad about the earth again?
We hear the rumours,
their terrifying rhetoric.
Any similarity is merely coincidental,
like introducing one side of the fence
to the other.
Watch as they re-engineer atoms with
mallet, chisel,
rule & compasses—carving a shared
common sense
composing an intuitional
vision of the world,
projected from First Cause
behind the many,
bearing corn & wine,
participating in evil rites &
brainwashing equipment;
having defeated all selfishness
& effects wrought from ill-nature,
the programmed reality point of view
fountains stocked with live fish?
Poison the groundwater,
the qualities of society in aggregate,
hope engineered as units of propaganda;
high above the planet’s rocky surface— prayers go

We have been hallucinated:
the Fall is a present & not
past history.
We do nothing
we believe nothing —to all who surrender to its subtle force
the decay is a glory.

(Illustration by Lena Hades}



Quotation from Amos Oz

Gustave Doré

“ I am the witness for the prosecution. But at the same time, I am also the witness for the defense. And I am also the family of the accused, and the brother of the victim. And I am on the bench. I am everywhere in the trial, in this process.”
                                                                                     ~ Amos Oz                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            ~image by Gustave Dore