Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The drill in the head and other stories

  Human society as it has become, civilization is like having a loud, deafening drill constantly in your head, both the sound and direct pain, and while you should reject the Machine and all it is, you can’t and shouldn’t live in a bubble, pretending everything is all right.
  Sometimes, in my despair and desperation I play the music as loud as possible in an effort to escape it, in vain. I still hear it and feel it, inside, where it counts.
  Even far into the wilderness, far from any construction site we can’t help hear the drill.
  It’s like all the dystopian novels and films and stories of the past have come to pass and created something even worse, a horrible synthesis, a nightmare we can’t escape.
  Perpetual war, destruction of nature, of life and spirit… the Machine is destroying everything making life worth living.
  Those in charge and their cronies, people growing on misery, suffering, destruction and horror don’t want to change anything and will do anything to stay on top and defend their kingdom. The establishment will do anything to accomplish its insane goals, no matter how many lives are wrecked in the process. That’s what we see all the time, in the world where we exist today.
  This system can’t be improved, can’t be reformed, can’t be changed or be a good place to live - ever. It must go and any method is acceptable in demolishing it, eradicating it from the face of the scarred Earth.

More about the subject on Midnight Fire.
A number of bad turns
True life of a Human Being
Beyond insane
Destroyers (III)
Just another oil spill
The vast and obvious dangers of modern existence
What's wrong with civilization?
Tailspin suicide run
Chemical cocktail
The World Grinder
Living in the wild
The technological glorification of technology
Not fit to sustain life
     The empire of technology
Any digging in your neighborhood?
Choices of Doom

Friday, May 18, 2012


 From my poem:

 I carried this
 Piece of paper
 In my pocket
 For a long time
 Nothing had been
 Written on it
 It was dusty
 Dirty and worn
 I couldn’t tell
 Why I hadn’t
 Thrown it away
 Why I had not
 Supplanted it
 With a new and
 Better model
 I didn’t know
 Why I kept it
 There by my heart
 Until I grabbed
 My well used pen
 And magick words
 Appeared in fire
 Before my eyes

Sunday, May 06, 2012

The Janus Clan series

  «Ten stories about the wild man on modern Earth».

  Butterfly wings are flapping in distant lands and times.
  Ted, Mike, Linda, Liz, Tilla, Betty, Iris and others are lost, out of place on present day Earth. There is an elusive mystery of their lives they can almost reach out and touch, but that keeps slipping away. They need to find themselves, find their own worth, empower themselves faced with horrible forces and insurmountable odds haunting their lives. Slowly, in pain and joy, anxiety and excitement they find the power resting inside, the wild uncontrollable beast of the world, the magick resting within them all.
  The Janus Clan, both open and hidden is the shadow and fire and rage of the world.
  They travel the globe, land and sea, fish and fowl, together and alone, picking up clues to whom they are, finding out beyond doubt what they are. It will take them a lifetime to solve the elusive riddle haunting them, and that is just the beginning, the starting point of extraordinary events that will transform them, humanity as a whole and the entire Earth. They will suffer and enjoy a desert walk lasting forty years, forty years of wandering and pondering and hardship before the Phoenix, the bird of fire and shadow rises from its own ashes and magick long lost or misplaced returns to the fore of human consciousness.

  Three books have been published so far: The DefenselessThe Slaves and Birds Flying in the Dark. The next will be released in October.

  There are two standalone, «companion» books to the series: ShadowWalk and From the Ashes, offering additional insight of the story.