Friday, May 28, 2010


En självständig existens i de dunklare drivkrafterna hos mig själv som människodjur. Var trogen ditt sanna jag. Avsmak och psykiska dilemman som ivrig libertin, i fruktan att reduceras till nummer i en grå värld som förlorat sin mänsklighet. Konstlad moral och låtsasmänniskor kontra påtaglig eufori. Klärvoajanta drömmar och projektioner ur mitt eget medvetande.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


"We are both living inside our two bodies and also far beyond them.
We are part of the exuberant nature which surrounds us,
of its soothing quiet and also of its sadistic Black Masses.
We are ceaselessly changing.
Into night-flowers, birds, trails of blood,
rags of skin lacerated by razor-blades -
now we are hoarse yells,
now the murmur of brooks under the moon.
Only in our imagination?
Where does imagination begin?
Where does it end? Is it morbid?
Why should we care?"

"The only thing I know for certain: this is eternity.
Our sighs are sighed by our innermost life.
Our breathing follows the rhythm of permanent orgasm,
we are cast in the iron mould of unending lust:
ceaselessly ebbing and flowing."

Monday, May 3, 2010

I stand in the eye of the cyclone
I stand in the heart of the fire
I stand in the depths of the sea
I stand in the center of the earth

I stand in the pillar of my Self
Of the stone, the moon, the sun,
of the stars that burn in space

My eye is open
My mouth speaks truth
My hand is strong

I whisper ancient magick
between speech and silence.

I lurk in realms of shadow
between darkness and light.

I am the endless changing
between what was and what may be.

I live in the place of power
beyond all good and evil.

I am the child
between man and woman.

I am the thought
between lies and truth.

I am the timeless moment
between past and future.

I am the mind of God
Wisdom beyond knowing.

Being and becoming
All and naught
I am the mystery
None may find.

Mine the womb of the universe
Mine the seed that spawns galaxies
Mine the world that all that is