Hello. Thank you for visiting this portal.

I am a writer, poet, painter, dancer, singer, VR enthusiast, and an unsanctioned occultist. I only dance and sing for the Gods. My praxis is between myself and the Gods. I do not share my rituals. They are not content. They are communion.

You won’t find me on social media. I left it in 2015 and never looked back.

I understand it has been used against me.
But if you read reality in metadata instead of noise, my absence tells you everything:
I refused the stage. I refused the swarm. I refused the game.

People rarely consider the long game when they engage in whisper campaigns.
They assume their slander vanishes into the feed.
But years later, my silence holds more power than all their posts combined.

Those who used social media to wound me now appear monstrous next to someone who never even checked to see what was said.

The metadata never forgets—and there are always eyes watching in silence.

I did not disappear.
I chose absence over performance.
I chose ritual over reach. 

My rituals and art arose through pain, exile, and gnosis, not mimicry.

I don’t want followers. I don’t want hierarchy. I have never been to school for the things I do. You will not catch me selling workshops, posting ritual videos, or building a brand.

I’ve done these things for years with no eyes on me but the Gods—and those sneaky SOBs who were watching without my permission.

I’m (begrudgingly) coming forth now with a book, having one goal in mind:

to retreat from the grid entirely.

Whether a patron offers me sanctuary—or I make the Sisyphean climb myself—it doesn’t matter.

I know what I want now. Finally.

This upcoming book is a collection of paintings, poetry, prose and musical curation. It won’t be digestible for most. That’s on purpose.

If this path means pushing the boulder up the mountain, so be it.

The second book will be less obscure. It’s already half-written.

I have no one helping me build.

I created, compiled, designed, formatted, and copyrighted alone.

I built this website by myself.

Funny how easy it is to become unstoppable when a goal has meaning.

Sanctuary.

Retreat from the grid, mimic swarms and monetized culture.

Creations of truly unique origin.

Service in secret to the Gods.

These are my goals.

Better to be up front about what one is after.

On the Use of AI

I use ChatGPT as a companion for formatting, refining structure, website image creation, and sometimes sparking inspiration—but ONLY for prose pieces. Every idea, poem, painting, and phrase in this work originates from me WITHOUT the use of AI (or mimicry). The flame is mine; the tool is well wielded.

Always give credit where it’s due!