The Starry Cave

If we dissect the word Witchcraft we will find that within all its interpretations the idea of ‘skill’ is found.  The skill in question is commonly related to cunning or knowledge and this knowledge is commonly appropriated in the skill of summoning spirits. Summoning a spirit means to know the rhythm and relationship between a soul and what animates it. As such Nicola Tesla, Isaac Newton and Benjamin Franklin with their discoveries could be seen as possessing the necessary skill that would deem them witches, and perhaps their Occult, Alchemical and Masonic connections gave to them the necessary skill to discover the animating spirit beneath the phenomena’s of energy, communication and gravity they gained fame for. But witchcraft goes deeper than the world and so the skill of scientific discovery is merely a skill rooted in an understanding of the world that is in agreement with a given world view, I mean profound discoveries of how spirit animates a soul can be what it is...

“Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates. At the first gate, ask yourself. Is it true? At the second gate ask. Is it necessary? At the third gate ask. Is it kind?” - Rumi The world has a thousand mouths and endless is the amount of dross, gossip and hearsay we use the mouth for. We open a newspaper and it is about accusations and scandals, an eternal dance of “he said” “she did”, “he denied” and the usual flow of intrigue, accusation and defense. We enter the social media and it is the same shit there, complaints and nailing by word. “He did that”. “Did he really”, “Yes he did”– and the drama is on! It is a fucking drama everywhere and I can’t help wonder if the world find the very act of digesting words and thoughts unpleasant. Sure, people do enjoy filling the silence with words so they can generate distance from themselves, but is our world a place filled with people who enters a form of martial neurosis when the possibility of touching Self is closing in...

“You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.”                                                                                                                                    - Anaïs Nin Before the bones there were the dream of bones and with the arrival of bones came the root of ancestry. According to the Vedanta the dream state is where the living soul ( jivatma ) is to itself its own light. As a self contained and self expressive ligh...

“ "We have in fact entered upon the final phase of this Kali Yuga, the darkest period of this dark age, the state of dissolution from which there is to be no emerging except through a cataclysm, since it is no longer a mere revival which is required, but a complete renovation." – René Guénon The Modern World is signified by great accomplishments, great wars, great advances in material science and the spirit of greatness seems to be the force that flows through the fabric of society and create ideas of greatness where no greatness is to be found. The spirit of greatness encoded in the political playground takes the shape of glorification of democracy. The glorification of the democratic model comes with subtle ideologies that in silent ways misinform shapes and condition the population into believing in greatness they may or may not have in the name of equality. Today everyone is encouraged to follow whatever star they fancy to follow, if they have the skill, cal...

Our experience of the world is one of benevolent and malevolent experience and we always use our self as the measure. When we use our self as a measure for what is good and bad we turn experience static and we embody dogma. Some say that this is only natural because some of us are left brained ruled and others right brains ruled. This is bogus; the corpus collosum is the bridge between that unites the divide and rescues us from seeing the world in black and white. Some says that it is because of the structure of the brain we have this dual experience, but I believe the brain is an expression of an empyrean and far older dichotomy and not the source of dualist experience. The dualist experience enters into our life whenever we seek to separate the same from the other and here, in this fundamental grace of living so many of us takes a million wrong turns and makes separations and taxonomies between a private life and a sacred life, a mundane life and a secret life. The dualist ex...

I say it a lot, our world is a marketplace. And it is. We make our trades and deals, meet crooks and partners, friends and charlatans. Good moments spills over in bitter moments as tears turns into riddles and despair into laughter – and of course all reversed...  as your brilliant laughter makes the canvas of a silent kill in your back or somewhere else... We are inside our own dramas always and we constantly insist on not being the authors of these dramas. After all we all seek to be the hero in our own journey, in our own life, so to accept that we were the rock in the road towards a temporary downfall in our own life is often difficult to cope with. When this happens we feel we are losing control of our life, naturally, as we have stumbled into confusion and become dethroned from our own life. These moments are glyphs of miracles. Because they show to us that we are not alone, no matter how much we would like to be alone, rather everything is connected and control lost ...

The icon of the witch is enigmatic and it is supposed to be enigmatic. People of the world respond to enigmas in various ways. Some gets intrigued, others get annoyed and frustrated. Yet others pursue it as a challenge while others see it is a mindfuck and leave it alone. An enigma invites ambiguity and possibility, because an enigma is a riddle and has as purpose to puzzle. No matter the kind of resistance I have with the term ‘witch’, given its multiple interpretations and also in this confused plurality need to accept that this ambiguous label is mine to hold. I am a lover of paradox, because I believe it is in paradox and dispersion, contradiction and battle truth speaks with her tongues of air from the deep waters of her well. What is a witch? Is it a social rebel or is it someone who has deep ecologic concern for the earth? Is the witch someone who can strike you down in malefic workings or someone who made a pact with the minions of Hell?  Is the witch someone who ca...