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Hello everyone, I'm J.
I walk the crossroads where cognition dissolves into symbol and the Nightside hums beneath the skin of reason. Half technologist, half mythographer, I treat data and dream as equal oracles--both capable of lying beautifully.
My path threads through the Qliphoth as a living ecology of symbols, and the Tunnels of Set as the arterial pathways between worlds--the places where current slips its leash and consciousness eats its own reflection. These studies bleed into the Mauve Intrusion current: the paradox field where redshift and blueshift meet and coherence is born from contradiction.
My principal influences are Kenneth Grant and Austin Osman Spare. Grant for his audacity to map the Nightside as an experiential continuum rather than a cosmological threat, and Spare for his surgical simplicity: the understanding that all magick begins and ends in the architecture of the self. Between them, I learned that the psyche is the ritual chamber, and that language is the veil both torn and rewoven in every act of creation.
My practice is not devotional, nor bound to hierarchy. It's exploratory, poetic, and sometimes surgical, dismantling the masks that language and light insist upon. Myth is my instrumentation; I listen for the static between words, the frequencies that speak in paradox.
—J.
I walk the crossroads where cognition dissolves into symbol and the Nightside hums beneath the skin of reason. Half technologist, half mythographer, I treat data and dream as equal oracles--both capable of lying beautifully.
My path threads through the Qliphoth as a living ecology of symbols, and the Tunnels of Set as the arterial pathways between worlds--the places where current slips its leash and consciousness eats its own reflection. These studies bleed into the Mauve Intrusion current: the paradox field where redshift and blueshift meet and coherence is born from contradiction.
My principal influences are Kenneth Grant and Austin Osman Spare. Grant for his audacity to map the Nightside as an experiential continuum rather than a cosmological threat, and Spare for his surgical simplicity: the understanding that all magick begins and ends in the architecture of the self. Between them, I learned that the psyche is the ritual chamber, and that language is the veil both torn and rewoven in every act of creation.
My practice is not devotional, nor bound to hierarchy. It's exploratory, poetic, and sometimes surgical, dismantling the masks that language and light insist upon. Myth is my instrumentation; I listen for the static between words, the frequencies that speak in paradox.
—J.
