Via Sinistrae Podcast

An ongoing series of magickal and musical experiments.

A Calling 07/21/2011

A Calling /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1669598

Dance of Words 11/24/2010

Dance of Words /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1387701

Confronting the Clear Light 06/24/2010

Confronting the Clear Light Speaking Voice and Altered Bass Improvisation - InkxpotterSinging Voice - EtannaGuitar Improv - Scott JonesAdditional droning voice - KoyoteNoisemakers - Lydia and Michael FongLooping, Mixing and Deconstructing - Kyron /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315124

The Angelic Body 05/17/2010

The Angelic Body /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315121

How El Became King Of The Universe 04/26/2010

How El Became King Of The Universe /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315119

Consequences 03/20/2010

Consequences The consequences of what we create are unknowable. We create for the sake of creating, we do for the sake of doing, and then, it is sent, it goes out into the world, drifting like a carefully constructed leaf in the wind. Will someone catch it? Will it go straight to the sea, straight to the blue waves that will swallow up the orange and yellow and green? Or maybe it will drift to land with the high tide, and perhaps a little girl will pluck it from the ocean foam. And maybe it will end up in her collage of thoughts and dreams and her memory of changing seasons. There is just no way to tell what will happen, so we just let them go. Just as we were once let go, like tears already dispersing into the fog before the song that provoked them has come to an end, like ribbons of stardust dancing in the bottomless void. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315116

Clear And Ancient Knowledge 05/06/2009

Clear And Ancient Knowledge I am clear and ancient knowledge, tested and proven, wrinkled but strong, slow but solid. In my eyes, the faces blur into each other, the boys are men, the men are corpses, the corpses give shade and my forehead is burning in the sun, as I look at the boys once again. Without any need of word or exclamation, I know of the singular impulse that runs through all the ones that now run around me. The tall man that is my mirror. The young girl that is my hands. There is so much I could say, so many tales to tell, so many burdens to unravel. But my years have taught me silence and my silence has turned into silky glimmering music, the kind that slides away between the chirping of the birds and the creaking of the branches in the wind. With a smile, I rush into their chest and push open the doors that remain shut in their stubbornness. With a little laugh, I can pull out tears from the most stoic warriors. I have traveled beyond words and I live in the land of shadows, without fear, without pity, without shame. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315111

The Vast Invisible World 07/09/2008

The Vast Invisible World During the early 20th century and before, reality was assumed to be everything you can see, smell, touch, and hear. The discovery of the electron, radio, and x-rays turned that assumption around. By 1930 it was clear that 99.9% of reality is not contactable or apprehendable by the human senses, thus making us blind voyagers in an invisible world that may touch us without our knowledge. Society carries on relying on the old assumptions, looking away from the terrifying new gateway beyond its reach. But looking away won't banish the vast spectrum that engulfs us in its many colored hands. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315108

The Ritual Begins 05/22/2008

The Ritual Begins The Ritual begins before it starts. It begins at a different moment for each of us. It’s like making love with a new person; you have to find this particular rhythm, this particular night. For some, the beginning involves the costume and the mask.For others it’s claiming the space; walking the perimeter, focusing. Lighting candles. Welcoming guests. All with a sense of something coming. Vaguely dreading its arrival.This night there is a play of opposites; dualities, mirror images. Disquieting videos, disquieting loud music present throughout. Energy pulled into space.Played with, amplified.Identities fused.Masculine and feminine integrated.Pairs.Triads.Connection.Transfers of substance, increase in energy. Music as fuel, people as keys unlocking space.Convulsive movements. Forgetting of self and lack of sensation in the physical body, all normal in this place. Out of bodies and through doorways of opportunity. Opportunities to push through your own barriers. Opportunities to connect on an essential level. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315105

Tale of the Baby Birds 03/15/2008

Tale of the Baby Birds /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315103

The Invocation of the Medusa 02/19/2008

The Invocation of the Medusa Birds and serpents.Transdimensional gateway.Transfigure, transform, transfix.Hail to the fallen, the mortal gorgon.In flesh we find new doors.Beautiful and horrible.Fragmented to create the possibility of life.To move, to dance, to live.A point in every direction is no point at all.’Creation is separation.Separation is Death.Hail Metus, living blood of the most ancient.Alchemical priestess.Embodiment of dark wisdom.You who are your own birth and death.Corrosive to one, restorative to another.Goddess, woman, monster.Forbidden sex.Transdimensional gateway.Hail to the fallen,the mortal gorgon,Medusa. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315100

Through the Labyrinth 12/17/2007

Through the Labyrinth The labyrinth is this…it is this life- this experience in the body. The voyaging Being uses the machine to navigate through the labyrinth. The labyrinth is all around, all encompassing, and mostly invisible in the sleeping state. Driving down the street, one decision to make a left turn is a path, a new doorway with infinite possibilities ahead- the impulse to stop at a coffee shop is another.We cannot travel in all directions at once. Only one path can be voyaged at a time, and each action takes the Being up or down, to the right or to the left- through time- in the multi-dimensional labyrinth.Just imagine a vast labyrinth, with its multitude of choices, its many paths spill forward with promise. But the place you want to get to is the inner courtyard- you cannot just hop walls- the path must be walked- and sometimes when it seems you are descending- seemingly far away from the goal- it is because you are walking a non linear path which may ultimately bring you closer to the heart. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315097

Opera Rotas 11/18/2007

Opera Rotas It’s a story that travels in circles. I remember you, I struggle to be free of you, I see you coming to redeem me again. I lack the control to decide which it will be in any given space. When I am aglow with pure love I am a beautiful care free maiden. When I resist, I become monstrous, clawed and toothed, with an indiscriminate bite. As I returnto the life electricI take the shapeof a mad old woman cackling and bending in the street,...babbling incoherent truth. All the heavensand all the hells that I have visited in my various shapes, I have visited accidentally. Unable to man my ship, I arrive wherever the change wind blows. I kill you in this play, love you in that, give birth to you in another, on and on. When I do remember, that too is an accident. As an accidentit is no more beautifulthan when I forget. What is beautifulis the moment outside of the fold,...that placewhere I amanother you,where puppetand masterand stageare the holy trinityand the circle is enlivened by purpose. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315094

Kanenas 10/07/2007

Kanenas While traveling, somebody stops and asks me: /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315089

Io Pan 09/16/2007

Io Pan The gods withdraw:The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borneTo death on the hornOf the Unicorn.I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315084

The Halub Tree 08/22/2007

The Halub Tree Oh the earthly one had her plans for the tree of life.From it she would fashion a bed in which she could sleep and a throne from which she could rule her terrestrial kingdom. She turned her eyes from it to allow it to come to fruition so that it could be harvested to yield worldly delights.There was another use for it however, and while the earthly one was away a conspiracy of the life electric was hatched.When earthly one came to claim the tree she found the clear seeing dragon coiled around its base. The earthly one trembled then because in the face of a dragon her pleasures would melt like dreams in the mornings rays.Looking on she saw that her claim was even further disputed, for the maiden that steals light had taken up residence within the trees center and with such befitting neighbors the fierce and radiant Zu bird had made its nest at the crown of the tree.This trinity prevented the harvest of the Halub tree as the earthly one dared not touch them. Instead the conniving whore of the world enlisted the help of a mortal man. He killed the dragon sending the one who steals light into exile as a demon of the night. The Zu bird was then forced to take flight. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315080

Cogs 07/12/2007

Cogs Where are the boundaries?The lines etched into our minds that dictate how we behave and interact with our world, tell us what is dangerous, what is safe, lovely, and frightening- how objective are they?We move like animatronic pirates, revolving in the same circle in pursuit of wench and wine, endlessly running round and round. But what is it that keeps us in formation, revolving without question. Are we afraid of the outlying caverns and doors that lead from our world into the sun drenched alien landscape beyond? Or have we been lulled into a stupor by the repetitive motions of the entire clockwork fantasy, the mechanical motions of living acted out by ourselves and our peers? We are chained in the invisible binds of conditioning. Such subtle bondage requires abnormal astuteness to be observed. When we are asked to accept this or that, right or wrong, black or white, we are really being asked to forfeit our perception of everything in between.When we sacrifice our vision to preserve contrived divisions we are absorbed into the machine, one more cog in a sleeping giant.And our apathetic submission has consequences beyond our own miserly existence. For one truth to rise all others must fall. Consider that your choice to remain in the service of the sleeping giant because it is easy, comfortable, and sensible is a choice to send a myriad of worlds into exile.Consider that whatever fate you sentence them to marks your own destiny. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315074

Seven Temples 06/22/2007

Seven Temples Break your image into seven fragments and wait for the storm. When the womb has been prepared you may plant your seed. You will know the time is right when the light is broken in the sky.Then you will journey to the red temple in the south. Sacrifice the first remnant of your form at the red temple. Be aware dreamer, that the seven temples offered themselves up long ago, you will find only the shards that remain here. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315068

Image 05/04/2007

Image Image: /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315061

Beauty 04/22/2007

Beauty /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315056

Nothing To Protect 04/01/2007

Nothing To Protect A crawling mass encases the most primordial treasure. The gauzy line dividing enthusiasm from violence is the difference between protecting and cannibalizing. We have nothing to protect, and it is so worthy of our service. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315048

We are the Sleepy Time Resistance Front 03/17/2007

We are the Sleepy Time Resistance Front If you are not awake you cannot make a real choice, you will be responding mechanically to whatever crosses your path. That is why the first step is to cultivate presence; wakefulness. A work wish cannot become the will to work until some time has been spent in such a state. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315041

Starve the Cannibal 03/06/2007

Starve the Cannibal Organic life is a long drawn out process of decay. What can use decay? One might think of the Gods as eaters of the dead. Cosmic and subtle mushrooms, they grow out of death, out of waste. Organic life feeds immortal life. An up beat and a down beat, an in breath and an out. Objective life results from the marriage of these two. /episode/index/show/sinistrae/id/1315035

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