December 22-28, 2025 This was one of those weeks where a single concept suddenly reorganizes everything you thought you knew. The kind of week where you discover a piece of the puzzle that doesn't just fit - it reveals the entire picture was different than you imagined. Let me walk you through what emerged. Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com…

Right now, pause and picture something you desire. Notice how vivid it can become in your mind's eye. Here's the truth: you're not fantasizing about a future possibility. You're tuning into a reality that already exists in the infinite field of potentials. When you mentally experience something, you're doing more than daydreaming. You're selecting from everything that could be. Your imagination isn't building castles in the air.

There's something potent about learning magic through story. Not the sanitized, academic kind of learning where concepts get pinned to pages like dead butterflies, but the living, breathing transmission that happens when you follow a character into the dark woods and watch them stumble, fail, and finally get it. Brian Bates understands this. The Way of Wyrd: Tales of an Anglo-Saxon Sorcerer…

(The Ruler and the Ruled) There's a particular recognition that arrives at the end of every genuine spiritual journey: the thing you've been fighting, transcending, working to overcome is itself part of the totality you've been seeking to understand. Not because the fight was wrong or the transcendence unnecessary, but because even the obstacle, even the opposition, even the cosmic tyrant himself exists within the One.

(Sagacity, the Great Angel) There's a particular moment when perspective shifts so completely that everything you thought you understood reveals itself in entirely new context. Not because the facts changed but because you've risen high enough to see patterns you couldn't perceive from ground level. Not judgment as condemnation but judgment as clear seeing, as the capacity to perceive connections between things, to recognize causes and consequences, to understand how the pieces fit together in ways that weren't visible when you were lost in the middle of them.

I'm currently reading The Apocryphon of John, and if you're into narrative alchemy, chaos magick, or treating mythology as functional technology rather than ancient fantasy, this text is essential reading. Not for historical curiosity (though that's good too), but for operational knowledge. The Apocryphon (which just means "secret book") is a 2nd-century Gnostic text that presents itself as a post-resurrection revelation from Christ to John the Apostle.

(The One That Contains Everything) There's a particular moment in spiritual seeking when all the complexity collapses, when all the distinctions dissolve, when everything you've been working to understand reveals itself as an aspect of a single undivided consciousness that was never actually separate from you. Not a conclusion you reach but a recognition that arrives: you were never outside this.

December 15-21, 2025 This was one of those weeks where infrastructure building and conceptual exploration happened in parallel. The kind of week where you're simultaneously laying cable and exploring new intellectual territory, each feeding the other. Let me walk you through what emerged. Getting Jacked Into the System The biggest technical development: successfully connecting Claude to both my Obsidian vault and Typefully for X posting.

This was one of those weeks where infrastructure building and conceptual...

(The Fire-Breather Who Needs No Consort) There's a particular quality that belongs to those who stand at thresholds between worlds, who can navigate the seen and unseen with equal fluency, who possess power so complete they require no external validation or partnership to wield it. Not the power that proves itself through display or demands recognition, but the power that simply is what it is, self-contained and sovereign, capable of breathing fire on the Demiurge's plans and communing with angels in higher realms, needing nothing from anyone to be fully what they are.

Where Ideas Go to Live David Allen, the productivity guru behind Getting Things Done, once observed: "Your mind is for having ideas, not holding them." It's one of those statements that sounds simple until you actually sit with it. If your mind isn't meant to hold ideas, then where exactly are they supposed to go? The answer might seem obvious at first.

(The Soul's Adventure) There's a particular quality that belongs to hope after devastation, to light discovered in the deepest darkness, to the recognition that what looked like irredeemable failure was actually the beginning of the most important journey. Not the shallow hope that nothing bad will happen, but the profound hope that even when everything falls apart, even when you've made catastrophic mistakes, even when you're lost in chaos of your own making, there's still a path home.

Deconstructing Truth, Constructing Reality: Where Philosophy Meets Chaos Magick This visual essay maps one of the most compelling parallels in consciousness work: how academic philosophy and occult practice arrived at identical conclusions through completely different paths. What you're looking at is the collapse of certainty itself. Post-structuralism dismantled Western metaphysics by revealing that language doesn't reflect reality but constructs it. Meanwhile, …

(I Am the First and the Last) There's a particular kind of voice that speaks from such depth, such totality, such complete ownership of paradox that it shatters every framework you try to impose on it. Not a voice that resolves contradictions but one that embodies them so fully that the contradictions themselves become a form of truth more complete than any single perspective could offer.

Reality is open source code, not carved stone tablets. The old operating system promised absolute truth if you followed the right protocol: rigid rituals, fixed symbols, formal proofs. It assumed reality was external, objective, waiting to be discovered like a law of physics inscribed in cosmic granite. The new OS runs on different architecture entirely. It treats reality as malleable substrate…

(The One Who Made the Wine Bubble) There's a particular kind of power that makes authorities nervous not because it threatens violence but because it refuses domestication. Not the power that seeks permission or apologizes for existing, but the power that simply is what it is, unapologetically, wildly, creatively alive in ways that can't be controlled or predicted or made to serve someone else's agenda.

Weekly field notes and practices for navigating your Narrative Alchemy journey.

Or: What The Matrix Can Teach Us About Conscious Transformation There's a moment in The Matrix that most people miss. It's not when Neo stops bullets or when he resurrects from death. It's quieter, more devastating. It's when Morpheus realizes his faith might be wrong. We tend to remember Morpheus as the unwavering believer, the teacher who never doubts. But that reading misses something crucial about the archetypal relationship between teacher and student, between the one who knows and the one who discovers.

(The Alchemist of Opposites) There's a particular kind of wisdom that emerges not from choosing sides but from learning to work with all sides simultaneously. Not the false balance of compromise where everyone loses a little, but the alchemical integration where opposing forces become fuel for transformation. This requires a particular steadiness, a capacity to hold fire and water in the same vessel without letting either extinguish or evaporate the other.

The Journal as Spell Book The Problem with Conventional Journaling What Metajournaling Actually Is The Mechanics of Metajournaling Pattern Recognition Across Entries Catching Yourself in the Act of Inscription The Choice Point: Recognizing You're Writing a Spell Right Now Feedback Loops: How Yesterday's Entry Shapes Today's Reality Different Modalities, Different Effects The Meta-Entry: Writing About Your Writing Core Practices The Witness Stance: Observing Yourself Write…

(The Wisdom of Death) There's a moment when you realize that what you thought was the end was actually just a transformation. That what looked like death was actually radical metamorphosis. That the dissolution you've been fearing or grieving or trying to avoid is the very mechanism by which something more whole, more real, more essentially you can finally emerge. This isn't comfort.