Deep Diver

As I dive deeper into the abyss.

I come upon hidden secrets in lost chasms.

For I have dove where few wish to dwell.

That I begin wondering if I’m drowning?

For no one seems to care about the treasures I seem to surface.

That I begin to sink deeper into despair.

But you will keep your white lies and false prophets.

Follow the herd that feeds you only kernels of the truth.

For a grain of truth is useless in a field of lies.

Especially when one has dove the very oceans floor for answers.

That your land locked clichés seemed to grow from dirt.

The suspicions grown from the seeds of bad apples.

That I must swim or sink.

For I dive for questions.

With no drive for answers.

The ocean becomes my cup.

I sip for knowledge.

I drink for truth.

To quench my thirst.

My mind is parched.

I seek hydration.


Stranger in a Dream Land

tumblr_nm2guimZM91tzp6sfo1_500Shortly after that books disappearance. I began to hear voices. As if, supernatural forces were trying to speak to me. I remember one dream where I was face to face with a strange sentinel being.  It took me for surprise. Because, this fantastic person carried the knowledge and wisdom of ten men inside a living body that couldn’t have been bigger than  that of a number 2 pencil.

I remember, it spoke fluently in a language outside my level of understanding. Its tiny mouth surprisingly muscular with jaw bones chiseled  into a near perfect isosceles triangle. The words it spoke were surprisingly  well articulated but meaningless without proper interpretation. I simply watched, trying to understand.

Than it stopped, reached over and touched my forehead. I woke up only vaguely remembering this dream. But, than the voices disappeared. So, I wrote it off as a bad dream and went on being a kid.  I was young and naïve. I had neglected omens significance. It would become a mistake I would later regret.

I did acquire to a small degree, a level of extra sensory perception after this experience. Once, I stared at a light socket in my room. I imagined it starting on fire. Without a second thought, it started a fire that nearly burned the house down. I lost a lot of memories in that fire.

But, I did find buried under an old painting of a crying child. The book in the corner perfectly preserved. Its musty pages barely singed.

Celestial Projection

I remember one night,

While meditating in bed,

I ascended from the earth.

Touched the surface of the moon,

Before floating past the sun,

I floated beyond the Milky Way.

Straight into the center of the universe,

Through a celestial vortex,

I fell into another dimension.

I met malevolent outsiders,

Enraged ethereal bodies,

Who are these spirits?

In fear and panic,

I found myself in bed,

Under my blankets I hid.

As four golden bodies,

Lurched over my head,

I feared for my death.

Lock and Damned 13

My father got a used River Fishing Boat after doing a roof for one of his friends neighbors; and decided to test this beast out on the Mississippi River.

Why he decided to test it out on such a behemoth of a river is beyond understanding. We lived near several shallow rivers including the Rock which has spots that even I could walk across. It must have been all of that Milwaukee’s Best Ice those guys were scarfing down.

When we dropped that boat in the water. It sunk to the bottom of the river. Its plug for the sink hole had dry rotted. This was a bad omen. We had to go buy a new one. So, we rushed off to Wal Mart where my dad spent like $500 on everything except a plug. Thankfully, he remembered to buy the most expensive anchor. Just strong enough to hold a yacht.

Then, we get back out on the river. Now this isn’t any ordinary river. This is the Mississippi River. Thankfully for us, my dad brought me and three of his buddies along for a trip that already proved to be potentially life threatening. We could have just as easily tested her on a far less powerful body of water. But nahooooo, he insisted on not taking practical advice from a ten year old. He wanted to embark on quest of Mark Twainian proportions.

So, he gets the motor pumping and we’re headed off onto an adventure of a lifetime. Imagine Tom Sawyer as Rush’s Tom Sawyer plays in the back ground. We rode up and down the main stretch of the river making big waves in our little fishing boat. Then, my dad decides to go river cruising. So, we went exploring up stream. An hour later we reach damn 13. Now, their’s a side channel for fishing boats. This main lock is for Yachts and Big River Ships.

I pointed this fact out to my father but he wanted to do things the crazy dangerous way. We headed into the main lock. Imagine this dinky river cruiser surround by some decent sized ships in a giant pool of water slowly rising. It’s pretty neat. We got through just fine. Then the motor stalls about a football fields distance from the damn. We were stuck there with only a dinky electric trowing motor as the damn started sucking us in.

After all, the turbines underneath the water are only the size of a small mansion. I remember standing their frozen in time as the reality began to sink in. Slowly, the boat crept closer and closer to the damn. For a moment the boat stop. Than it got closer again. We got about 100 feet from the damn when my dads buddy took charge. He tied the knot off on that brand new anchor as the rest of us cried out for help.

Soon, two Coast Guards heard our distress and shut off the damn. Those guys looked more scared then we were. They had a small river fishing boat which they  frantically dropped into the water. They made their way out to our boat and shut off their motor to talk to us. We explained the situation and they tied us off. Then, the one in charge told my dad to cut us off. My dad handed the blade off to his roofing buddy that sat closest to the anchor.

He told the Coast Guard he wasn’t going to cut us off until the motor fired up. The man agreed as his gave his motor some torque. It quickly sputtered out of existence and for a brief moment we were both tied off to the same anchor. But, they got the motor running and they brought us to safety. When we finally touched land, one of the coast guards said to the other “Holy Shit that was scary”.


Why do we call them relationships when most of us can hardly them keep afloat? I think that’s weird. Shouldn’t we start calling them relationcapsized? Or what about when you fuck up a current relationship to cheat with an ex, shouldn’t we start calling those relationghostships?

Everyone talks about relationships but never the relationsunks. We feel good when we hear that another dingy got swallowed alive. But when the Titanic’s of the relationship world hits ice and disappear out of nowhere. We all burn candles and tell stories about how we thought they would make it.

I call family I haven’t heard from in years and start telling them the situation- send then links to the couples homepage- I hear she’s single. I like to slip it in my day to day conversation. Their failures become the metaphor in many of my stories. You know. Somebody has to shine some light on this subject and it might as well be me.

Floating on an Ocean of Our Emotions

Our minds are deep,

tidal waves of emotion.

Finding it hard to navigate,

this vast and turbulent ocean.

In little canoes, we float,

becoming one with the flow.

Sometimes we put our guards down,

while we head into the perfect storm.

Where we’re tossed into the ebb,

while the boat begins sinking.

Left now in the shallows,

of the vast violent ocean.

Unable now to drift,

sinking into the caverns of the abyss.

Where live the fiendish Kraken,

always lurking around the corner.

So hurry quickly to the skies,

before your swallowed alive.

Reaching for the horizon,

floating now on your emotions.

Keeping your head above the water,

slowly picking up the driftwood.

Craft yourself a new canoe,

to paddle off anew.

While remembering to take a deep breath,

as you drift off into the sunset.

The Spiritual Tools behind Nostradamus’ Writing

“And how should I spin this letter so the Royal family thinks that the Philosoper’s Stone is an actual way to turn led into Gold; without revealing it as a spiritual method for self growth and social improvement based on the world around us?” is the kind of thing Nostradamus would have been thinking writing in the  method shown above.

I find it fascinating that one of the trendiest Authors in the history of Literature is still the Seer, Occult Scientist and Poet Nostradamus.

Nostradamus acquired notoriety for his knowledge of Alchemy and for his ability to predict the future that lead him to powerful connections obviously still as powerful today as the day Nostradamus worked for their elite circles.

But how did Nostradamus write his Prophesies? This man: more mystic than rational intellectual? One must look at the world of the Occult for answers.

I was researching famous Psychedelic Writers like Hunter Thompson & Aldous Huxley  when I came across the video game Nostrodamus: The Last Prophecy where they mention Mandrake Root.

I’ve read in Herbal books that Mandrake would cause Madness in large doses. I don’t think madness would have been the affect Nostradamus was looking for when one looks at the clarity of his Quatrains.

But’s article on Mandrake Root reveals an important key to all of this. One of the many mysterious uses of Mandrake Root Tea was to prevent demonic or spiritual possession.

This is interesting because I’ve also read and seen on countless History Channel Documentaries that Nostradamus would stare into a bowl of Fresh Pure Water. A technique long used by occultists world wide since Ancient times for summoning forth otherworldly entitie, like the  Youtube video titled: The Magick of Solomon: Lemegeton Revealed  that discusses in full detail the origins, rituals and practices behind the Occult Science of summoning entities.

Replica Statue from Greek Antiquity of a Solomon Magick Ritual that would involve a Black Mirror

In the Magick of Solomon, initiates must remain Chaste for one month and each month they must build a bond with one of the angels of the Four Corners: Ariel, Raphael, Micheal; and I forget the last one-ael.

They focus their time and energy on worship and spiritual devotion until they become enlightened enough to become an aspect of that angel.

And only then are the initiates ready to use the black mirror. A device used to summon forth the very demons of hell for knowledge and for service. With the protection of the four angels and proper treatment; these forces can then be harnessed for good services and self growth.

They achieve this by standing within a magic circle holding a candle to focus and channel the demon; and a knife for protection; and for dispelling the summoning.

The Fascinating thing about water is that it acts naturally as a crystal ball during the day and as a black mirror by night; and the beauty and horror of his predictions might have been a reflection of the time of day itself.

Now however Nostradamus applied these various techniques is up to speculation. The 20th Century Prophet Edgar Cayce used self hypnosis and selfless intention when tapping into his predictions and prophecies.

Rumor has it that Issac Newton burnt his brain out on drugs during his alchemical experiments. The Hashishian Brotherhood would smoke hash during their rituals.The idea of Mandrake or even psychedelics in general, is not out of the question.

The Pythagorean Brotherhood practiced chastity for one month before initiation into the brotherhood.The idea of the focus of religious devotion for months on end before tackling the darkest of prophecies is also not out of the question when dealing with the techniques applied during the writing process behind Michael Nostradamus’  surviving work; after all he was a Professional Seer with powerful connections; and access to the worlds best resources to strengthen his career as a Seer and Occult Scientist.

And so The Techniques behind Nostradamus’ Mystical Writings remains a mystery; because you’re missing the point. It’s about finding what works best for you as a writer and spiritual person. These techniques above are only a few available to your disposal. What and how Nostradamus applied them was unique because Nostradamus, like everyone, is a unique individual whose career depended on finding better and more efficient methods for acquiring the best results. ea8e9ff77d5d1332ef85b4eded4b28953aa4f64b

So like Nostradamus, we all can benefit from these practices if we take the time to learn and understand them, and apply them to our day to day lives; including you the reader and writer.

For more questions about Mysticism and mystical teachings; feel free to comment below. Thank You.

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The Spirit Radio

I had a buddy come over last night. We started talking about ghosts. He asked me if I ever heard of a spirit radio? I told him Nikola Tesla invented it. Tesla didn’t believe in afterlife communication.

Than one night he saw his mother in a dream, the clouds parted and she flew away into the sky; that mourning he heard the news that his mother died that night and his feelings about the afterlife changed: so, he invented the Spirit Radio.

He waited until I finished. He had a cautionary tale to tell. He began to speak in his Mississippi River valley twang. ” I have a buddy” he said, “who liked to goof off with his spirit radio”. He smiled. “Yeah, him and some of his buddies were having a good ol time on that thing _. You know how those things work?” he asked me.

I said, “yeah, there tuned to different frequency patterns than our man-made antenna waves”. He nodded his head. “That’s right” he said. “These buddies of mine were having fun with this damn thing one night. They ended up talking to something” he paused. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“They asked it its name. It said its name is “Asmodeus” or something. They kept talking to it until they looked up the name online. It’s a high demon of hell, bad news. So, they quit talking to it. They, don’t play around with the spirit radio anymore”.

A wireless light bulb went off in my head. I wanted to get me one of these spirit radios. I wanted to meet the spirits that haunt this place. I wanted to get to know them. The idea resonated inside my psyche…

2018 Update: No More Open the Vox, no More Blogs or Websites by Writer Jordan Dumer

I decided. No more blogs or websites. I’m taking a long break from the internet and have no intention of returning. I’ll be focusing on writing stories and publishing my collections into books- but no more blogs- ever. I’ve exhausted way too much energy into a project that has proven fruitless.

I’ve been writing short stories that I plan to workshop before trying to get them published. I otherwise plan to edit my blog posts into separate collections before releasing to the general public.

I’d also like to apologize to any of those I offended. I’m not sorry that I offended you, but I am sorry that you were offended.

Dream State

Am I sleeping?
I don’t know?
What about hallucinating?
Is that not what a dream is?
But a hallucination!
And does this speak prophecy?
I no longer know.
I’m trying to exercise my endocrine system.
Exercise the pineal gland.
Opening up the third eye.
Physic intuition aligns my chakras.
So, I chant my mantra.