Last week went to a place I never been before - Mallorca. A weird choice? Maybe. But what is weird anyway? Been posting some thoughts along with photos on my Instagram and now decided to share them on my blog. Also edited two videos from the #shaltmirizethearea rituals I did there, added the music created by Michael Cashmore, from his and mine upcoming solo albums. If you are around Berlin in November - come see us playing live! We'll be warming up Psychic TV at Astra Kulturhaus on November 15th, just one day after my 30th birthday! That's truly a magick manifested and I'm grateful for life aligning it all to happen.
Today went to Cala Blava beach and after was done with doing nothing, on the rented chair under the umbrella, had dejavú of woman, who now was in front of me, saying ‘hi’, looking into the eyes and smiling, and I knew she will ask that if I’m leaving, so I said ‘hello’ and then nothing, continued putting things back in the backpack. Put my headphones on and played Behemoth laud. Packed my shit and when leaving gave the chair’s ticket to someone from the same company that woman came with. Another woman took it and been a bit surprised, talked in Russian. I understood. Then the woman turned to me and passed the beer - ‘Desperados’. I said ‘spasybo’ and left.
#RECLAIMYOURPOWER It is not outside of you. #shaltmirizethearea and build a bridge #iamthebridge#uniteandempower all is possible - no gods, no masters, no illusions, no delusions- don’t be don’t be don’t be your own worst enemy. Exercise your power. My willpower can move people. Mountains bend their back for us to rise. Greet the new day, welcome to your autonomic Kaos enterprise. #shaltmira #mallorca #93 THE ASSASINS. Each of those who enter the realm of the Imam-of-one's-own- being becomes a sultan of inverted revelation, a monarch of abrogation & apostasy. <...> For them the hierarchy of being has compacted to a dimensionless punctum of the real–for them the chains of Law have been broken–they end their fasting with wine. For them the outside of everything is its inside, its true face shines through direct. But the garden gates are camouflaged with terrorism, mirrors, rumors of assassination, trompe l'oeil, legends. <...> True, in this myth some aspirant disciples may be ordered to fling themselves off the ramparts into the black–but also true that some of them will learn to fly like sorcerers.
The emblem of Alamut holds in the mind, a mandals or magic circle lost to history but embedded or imprinted in consciousness. The Old Man flits like a ghost into tents of kings & bedrooms of theologians, past all locks & guards with forgotten moslem/ninja techniques, leaves behind bad dreams, stilettos on pillows, puissant bribes.
The attar of his propaganda seeps into the criminal dreams of ontological anarchism, the heraldry of our obsessions displays the luminous black outlaw banners of the Assassins…all of them pretenders to the throne of an Imaginal Egypt, an occult space/light continuum consumed by still- unimagined liberties.
#taz #hakimbey#linkingsigil #dkmu
It will hurt, but you know what? You will rise above it.
It will hurt so bad that you will make that decision and it will be
Don’t be too happy when you find it, don’t be too sad when you lose it. That’s how an old Lithuanian saying goes. Life is happiness short lived. But better have a taste than just to go around tasting nothing. When it is the hardest moment sometimes we face it alone, sometimes a miracle happens, and for a moment we believe that the person that now stand in front of us is heaven’s sent, to share that pain and brighten the day. But even miracles have the end date. Even the divine escort has working hours. Some things work and some things don’t. Some things you have to work out yourself. The time alone is precious. The swords of thoughts can kill. We might be allies or we might rise the hand against each other. All these actions is our play against the mirror. The moments we see our reflection are changed by moments of the surface covering self with the impenetrable darkness. Darkness within darkness. The gateway to all understanding.
The miles traveled turns to dust and I feel motionless. Three faces I carry circling the flying cosmic ball: one I show to those who pass me, the other to the ones I deeply care about and love, the third is seen by no one. The first is looking to the future, the second - looking to the past. The third one is relaxing into present. The words you hear coming from beyond persona - don’t be to quick to judge. The innocent child left alone in the woods me a wolf and grew up in the wild nature. These sharp teeth and claws helped a lot. But most people didn’t see the child behind the thick layers of the fur. They saw the beast, a threat. The way child learnt to hunt was damned by professional hunters, who were jealous of the prey. That was the game of the first mask. It rests in the past. The future face was made of fear and passion. Those who see with the loving eyes - see with the eyes full of hatred as well. We are not chasing each other. In the future we are just tired lonely wolves. Wounded mystics finding a kinship across the world of men. If you would kiss me - they would call it an act of terror. So let’s run to the opposite sides, protecting the child like heart, run with the wolves. For a brief moment I relaxed into present and invited you to take off the masks. And yet ‘you’ appeared to be a mirage, glitch in the rendered sky of hope. I smile through the bloody teeth, ‘that was a good one’, I collect my bones, put on my mask and empty the trash, which once was the biggest treasure. I run faster and faster. Racing with self in mind rendered world. The mask becomes the face. ‘You’ becomes a metaphor. ‘Us’ - me, myself and I. The beauty of the fairytales are that they suck. There’s always some tragedy in some perfect scenery waiting. That’s the dynamics of the cosmic dance. It humbles. I’m grateful, for the pleasures and sounds equally.
If you can’t enjoy small things - you won’t enjoy the big things. I like to look at water, tell when being asked what I’m going to do in Mallorca. I pack my bag and leave the hotel, it’s in front of Puerto de Palma. The heat is almost making me laugh, it’s pretty deadly, I enjoy that. Pick up some water from the shop and walk towards the Cathedral. It is Sunday. A souvenirs seller comes to me and asks if I know Goda. I do. He tells me he’s her roomate, she’s also from Lithuania, been writing to me, but we didn’t meet. He tells me last night they went to the bar to search for me after I posted Instagram story about being there. I’ll come back, I reply and smile looking at his suntanned face. Then continue walking. The panorama from the top is great. In my backpack I have just essentials: three faced mask, tripod, 3d printed sigils, some clothes and make up. Phone, tablet and vape. 3 keys. Passport. I look around. ‘What can we do here...’ I decide just to walk around and surprise myself. I’m a fun fan, will put a mask on and will do what I do - #shaltmirizethearea In case of question - do what thou wilt. There’s not much black color around. It is hard to think about anything else but getting into water or in the shadow. But I will art. Have couple hours before my flight and nothing better to do than just enjoy my exploring experience. Feels like finally live as Assasin Creed. I hear the church organs playing and sneak inside. The mass is happening, the sign warns that no beach clothes allowed. Oh well. I turn to other side and discover nice inner yard. Here I’ll perform my ceremony. Let’s get it balanced. I set up my tripod and do a little adoration of the moment. The continue taking some pictures with the mask. As the timer counts down from 10 I hear man’s voice yelling ‘no no no’ and see middle aged guy rushing towards me, but stay in the same pose till the photo is taken. Then take off the mask. He’s angry and I smile. He has no idea I’ve been here for a while and made a video. Pick up my things and leave. Rules rules rules, self imposed, others’ dictated - boring. Today the guard met confidence’s trickster.
Today I ask myself, what are my priorities? I grab a pen and paper and start designing my mind map. Write ‘me’ in the middle and circle it around. Then draw one arrow and write ‘drawing’, from that circle make more arrows and write ‘canvas’, ‘commissions’, ‘comics’, ‘tattoos’, ‘graphic novel’. The second big branch is ‘music’, which includes song writing, recording, performing and music videos; the third - ‘internet’, which is social medias, web and online shop. There are much more sub-branches and the paper is becoming filled fast. I stop. Priorities!
It’s all about asking the right questions. What is most important to me? To experience life to the fullest and during the process get to know myself, my relationship with the world and people, then share the lessons learned via art, which is all above. Drawing, movie, song. In religions it is said that god created this and that, I wander how god decided what is more important to create first. Or is it important at all what you create first if you know that you have a job of creating the whole fucking universe? I dance in the the empty church. A woman comes inside, but keeps the distance. I cover my face with three faced mask, cover the part that is usually visible and uncover the parts that are less common to be seen.Now it is all about values and knowing what I truly want, what will make me the happiest.I dance in the empty church and leave smiling. However, decision must still be made. I must take the bull by the horns, yet weighing the pros and cons.
This picture is symbolic representation of my headspace, it is up to me what kind of interior I’ll create, what will I bring inside, his close will I let anyone to come in.The dance of creation is happening and there’s plenty space left for a miracle. It might look silent, that’s why I create the music. The walls look empty - that’s why I draw. It looks static - that’s why I film my dance. It feels incomprehensible - that’s why I write. In the end of my work the temple will be fully active to stimulate all human senses. My only goal is to maximize my true potential and I know I have so much more to give. The universe expands because creativity never ends.
RECLAIM YOUR POWER!
IT IS NOT OUTSIDE OF YOU!