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.


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.

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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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.

Bullsh*t is Humanities Magic Power

As a young man I wondered how come smart guys never seem to have sex. I mean if you’re smart, how come you’re not smart enough to get laid every once in a while. Than it dawned on me: the difference between smart guys and stupid people is one fundamental difference: Smart guys don’t laid enough and dumb guys get laid way more than they should.

Take school for example. In elementary school everyone is roughly on the same page: kick some balls around, score a couple of star stickers and you look at the opposite sex like, well people.

But by high school you notice the smart kids never seem to grow up. They kinda stick to their studies. Maybe find a girlfriend they can spoon with on the weekends but that’s about it. Than you’ve got the jocks and the popular kids who throw away their studies, quit showing up to class and get all arrogant. You know why? Their getting laid all the time.

When you’re not getting pussy, you have the time to think beyond your wiener; and have big plans about social reform and building an aqueduct in order to bring fresh water to the people. But when you’re getting laid, you’re all like “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m a busy man, so tell your bitch to fetch a pail and get the damn water herself if its that much of an inconvenience”.

And this is why we hire stupid people for top political positions. Because we don’t want to see a nice fresh faced president who never gets laid. That makes us look bad. We want that dirty rotten lying bastard because he’s a reflection of ourselves. Because lets face it, the guy who cares about us more than then he does his own dick makes us down right uncomfortable.

This is why people think Lincoln is gay. Lincoln wasn’t gay. As a child, he carved the wood nails they used to hold the lid shut on his mothers coffin. That’s some real man shit, not this modern day faggot shit where a doctor comes in and tells you mommies going away on a vocation and hope you connect the dots when you get older.Nope. Sorry Abe, time to put those carpentry skills to use.

But Lincolns a great example of this because when Lincoln was a young man, he was a bachelor  politician famous for using wit to publicly mock his political opponents. He didn’t care about woman, he didn’t care about native American rights, he didn’t care about freeing the slaves. You know why? He was getting laid all the time.

Then he got married, quits getting laid all the time and next thing you know, he’s suddenly got time to read, has big plans for social reform and frees the slaves. Why? Because he’s not getting laid anymore, that’s why.

And that’s where all this, Lincoln must have been gay shit stems from. People forget their use to be a time before tv warped our mind full of Viagra and bullshit. Plus, the dudes kids died on him left and right. I mean, how many times do you have to go threw seeing your own children die in front of your eyes before your dick goes out? Where’s the historical reevaluation of that aspect of Lincoln’s life.

And really, the only reason why a guy  becomes full of shit is to get laid because the way a woman knows if you’re sexually active or not is by being completely full of shit. It’s a vicious cycle.

I knew a guy from high school who asked a girl out only to get turned down because she already had a boyfriend. He said, “so what, I have a girlfriend, what’s the big deal?” You know what she did? Bought a wedding ring and purposed to him. Do you know why? Because, he’s full of shit.

When Ted Bundy was on death row, he had woman purpose to him- and this was after he murdered all those woman. You know why? Because he was the right kind of smart. He was that charming, manipulative, weave an illusion to so well that when you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore kind of smart. That’s the number one quality a woman looks for in man.

I mean why do you think woman like jerks and bad boys? Because their full of shit, a clear sign that your sexually active, that’s it. If you want to sustain a relationship, pretend like you know all the answers. That’s it. Lie. Pretend like you’re like invincible and are going to live forever.

Take for example the fact that they introduced American Television to some otherwise isolated part of the world. Before American television, these woman were cool, they were secure about their looks and weren’t obsessed with material things. Than blam! After less than a month of being polluted by Hollywood’s toxic leftovers, the woman started dressing all slutty, divorces went up and morality went down.

That’s the true power of our bullshit. We as a species have gotten so good at being so full of shit that we build entire civilizations  around it. Look at where we are today-we  let the fake corporations control our genetically modified food supply, and for what? So we can protect our paper gold  used so your old lady can afford a pair of fake tits.

A potent representation of how bullshit can lift you higher and farther than you could without it.

And the thing is we can change anytime we want but the reason we don’t is because woman hold onto that bullshit and man might die alone in a cave crying in the fetal position like a little bitch but he will die standing to keep his girls legs from closing in

Don’t believe me? Look at religion. You think religion has had such a profound cultural impact because men wanted to give away their power and authority to an effeminate man in a white dress can tell you he has all the answers? No. It’s because while the rest of the tribe was away on the hunt, this pansy was filling the woman up will bullshit trying to get lad. That’s it.

Thousands of years of religious warfare not fought over whose bullshit is greater than the others. It was because their woman folk weren’t putting out until they proven their loyalty to that particular brand of bullshit.

Still don’t believe me? Look at Mormonism. You wouldn’t think that a smart, rational, down to earth, independent, mature, freethinking woman would fall for that shit. Then you go to Salt Lake City and you’re like what the fuck, where did I go wrong?

These woman had a choice. These weren’t Persian concubines. These were American woman who decided that sharing a man with several other woman was still better than trying to make it on your own. Why find love and truth when you can help some sack of shit snake oil salesman fund a city of pansies who believe that some dude found an ancient Egyptian tablet left by Jesus and his disciples in some obscure New England cave. And you know why he did it? He wanted a monopoly on pussy because that’s true wealth and power. And so he rounded up all the good ones crazy enough to find security in his bullshit and left the gold digging skanks for the rest of us sifter through. And that’s why Joseph Smith had to die.

What is Open the Vox?

The OPEN THE: is a reference to Pandora’s Box which can’t be closed once it’s been open. It refers to the chaotic aspect of my blog. I write all over the place.

The word Vox is Latin. It means: to sing, to recite, to speak, to vote, to hear your calling, to vote, etc. It refers to my interest in the Metaphysical aspects of language, Music, and Acoustics.

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Tortoise Shell Lyre

Eons Ago,

A cosmic string echoed.

From it came a soul.

The cosmic soul.

Was all alone.

it struck.

The cosmic string.
From it,

came a flash.

Followed by a bang.

the striking of the string.

Awoken the Abyss.

wished to break the string.

Ending all existence.
That’s when,

The great soul.

Took the Cosmic String.

he gave to Hermes.

Too craft an instrument.



on the day of his birth.

Hermes built the Tortoise Shell Lyre.
Who then,

gave it to his Brother.

The Mighty Apollo.

on a trip to Earth.

It was dropped by Apollo.

to be discovered.

By Homer.
Who used it,

to teach his Bards

And recite his poems.

it fell into the grasp.

Of Pythagoras.
Who used it,

to understand the universe.

Through the magic of mathematics.

of how this story goes.

The words within this poem.
It has,

this story.

Some wisdom.

I would be a liar.

When it comes to the Lyre.
To say,

it has not been sought.

For generations by Musicians.

I know something.

They know not.
That the Tortoise Shell Lyre,

is not just found anywhere.

It is located in the heart.

The Bard

Hear, Thee!

Hear, Thee!

Come one, come all!

Sit downith betwixt thy neighbors.

Listen now intently.

With eyes closed and ears wide open.

To thy stories of ancient old.

To the tale of brave Ulysses.

On his weary travels home.

Or, to the fable of Achilles.

The fall of mighty Troy.

So, cometh!

All is welcome.

To hear the stories.

Of past glories.

As I pluck away contently.

On my tortoise shell lyre.

Oh, praise thee gods of Mount Olympus!

For helping us overcome impossible tasks.

We thank you.

Beginning now we must with a prayer.

To that of almighty Apollo and the muses.

Hymn to Apollo

Apollo was challenged by Pan the piper.

Syrinx Pipes against the Tortoise Shell Lyre.

The Flutes rustic sound pleased Midas’ ears.

A follower of the God of the Sheppard’s.
Then Apollo played the Tortoise Shell Lyre.

All else praised his performance as better.

So Apollo felt Midas no longer needed a ear.

For wrongfully choosing what he did hear.