Deep into the endless beyond of the underground wall
"Welcome" to the new birth of the urban shaman, the shut-away in quiet rock basements, beneath the city, the deeper is best and secluded at the core. I say WELCOME because it's the most welcoming the universe can get: it leaves you with the ability to decide your own thing... or does it? Find out by your self.
Why shaman? Because it's the best way to describe the singular phenomenon of a person that loses itself in a chrysalic realm of oniric, artistic fluctuations. The shaman of today... gets drunk deep in the night, important, this is an altered state of consciousness, and infuse themselves with true Art, so passionately that they'd tremble and their knuckles'd go white with trance of dark illumination. It's in the darkness, in the shutting-away and meditating, in the retreat, the good music and the letting go, living a dream and drifting along. Even though I am continuously worried that these texts go mis-understood or non-understood... I know that the true shaman will understand these texts, born out of some detached frenzy or inspired madness that coursed through the soul-veins of writers, true poets, the makers of magic, and so on and so forth... it is something that has always been with humanity.
In today's world it is important to let go from the poisoning aura of modernity, its tasteless degeneration, its tearing open... yes, its soullessness. Come to terms with the fact that this is the best revolution. To tear away from this garbage and retreat to form a better obscurancy. Revolt against the modern world, let them all go to their ruin. The things that truly matter are whispered in the trees when the wind blows through them.
So, how to do it? This is what I'll try to convey, because this is also my own, my personal way of revolting, bringing you along... Well.
Follow the solitude solution. If you are dealing with a Dark night of the soul, try DMT. Do not wade into the occult waters yet, if it seems you are not ready; it will ruin you. Listen, Listen! True Art, that which makes you feel something! How hard it is to describe this... One of your goals can be AP. Check out Bluefluke. I have already helped to show the beginning of many soulful musical genres rabbit-holes, and it is up to you now to follow them. Develop your creative writing! I keep repeating myself! Do not look at your goal. Do not think your feelings. Feel your thoughts. Your home shall be darkness, from which your new realm of dreams you shall explore... Write fiction! The themes are this dark, the obscured, the beyond material and yet.
I give up easy because this is my home, and I have no way to explain this. Get into the occult, and just read. Don't mind the blinds. If you can make something cool out of it in your head then even better. Get drunk. Daydream. Nightdream. Be alone, and yet so swept by this invisible current. The true meaning of deep night life, well secluded. I see all. Do you understand what we mean by Warm darkness?
It is also important to go out into the moon to fill up on this peculiar energy. Ours is the way of living at night during the summer, and going out on a midnight-or-later walk when the moon is full. Not in the city. Nowhere near niggers. Out in the plains, or the forest, but anywhere you can see this moon, far away when it dances in the clouds. Leave with no worries, and with nothing on your person. Save for no more than five items. Whatever, pants, shity, shoes. Shoes count as 2 items. Now go meet a hidden world, far away from everything. Hey, even better if you can find a fitting place for a retreat. Ceremonial stuff. I will not condone black magic, however.
The modern shaman is a 23-year old Slav hidden down in his basement drinking cheap vodka and drifting through worlds as he dreams. This is one of the things I cannot truly teach someone. Even though I've made teaching my "thing". You cannot learn this. It is already inside you, maybe, and maybe it lays there yet to be awakened. I guess this what it means to be a true Artist. Tho I hate the idea of an art of technique. The truest of Artists have no medium and no audience. Because that would be sullying the... the somethng about it... because it is meant to be hidden away; thus it grows in power, the intimate something, the dark underneath, the you to the purest sense, soul and spark, and when the body half-sleeps, you feel it again... this inner vibration, this dark sensibility, this maybe when you listen to the linked audio file, and drunk on cheap vodka, just to silence the brain, this obtrusion, filter not origin, barrier between us and the dark current Azazel spoke of. long live the rambling. i am here still.
Try it tonight! Get drunk! Get high! And lose yourself. Lose yourself. I have provided the trail head of a rabbit hole, follow it. Click on all these fucking YouTube links. yeah, I hate Google. But still... And dream, dream, end up who knows where -- lose all notion of time as you descend into an unknown layer, familiar because yours; the kind to produce all rambles because so hard to describe, the 25th hour, the... nobody... nobody...