Dear Friends, My first book “Wyrd Against the Modern World” will be available for purchase this winter. As this first run will be quite limited, please pre-order to ensure that you are able to receive a copy. The culmination of many years of thinking and writing, “Wyrd Against the Modern World” reflects upon our present … More Pre-order “Wyrd Against the Modern World”
“What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?” — The Illiad Sing then of the year of Our Lord 1237, when the godless Batu Khan did come in his wrath to the fields of Rus and did fall upon the people of that country as a wolf … More The Wheel of the Sun
“Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold: Bring me my Chariot of fire! I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand: Till we have built Jerusalem, In Englands green & pleasant Land.” — William Blake The meaning … More Harrowed Yet Fallow
Most of these trials and times of unrest come from the fact that we do not understand ourselves. — Teresa of Avila And I swam into that primordial twilight of the soul, Suffused with liliac and grey, Where ancestral shadows wander and hunt and love and fight, Where time ends and is forever … More Dissolution
Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death. –J.A. Baker In the first case, let us be quite plain: regardless of how this present crisis plays out, we should not mourn the death of the old world. The death of one world is … More Time Drops in Decay
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. — W.B. Yeats Meandering among the heather and gorse, the late John Moriarty perceived the resonant vibrancy of the … More The Beauty of Inscape Unknown
This review originally appeared in Black Seed 6, Spring 2018 “We seem to move on a thin crust which may at any moment be rent by the subterranean forces slumbering below.” “From time immemorial the mistletoe has been the object of superstitious veneration in Europe.” —James Frazer Voy os pinos. I go to the pines. … More Night through Dreams: Sangre de Muerdago—Noite
I Saw the Man. His figure reached from earth to heaven and was clad in a purple mantle. He stood deep in foliage and flowers and his head, on which was the head-band of an initiate, seemed to disappear mysteriously in infinity. Before him on a cube-shaped altar were four symbols of magic — the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle. His right hand pointed to heaven, his left … More Destruction Perfects that which is Good
Opening the Seals
The Anima of Disintegration
