✦ Welcome, Curious One ✦

You’ve slipped into a livewire aperture.
This is not a brand. This is not a performance. This is not a net cast wide.

This is a portal—
opened by a writer, poet, painter, singer, dancer, VR ritualist, and unsanctioned occultist who only performs for the Gods.

My praxis is private. Not secret—sacred.
I don’t post rituals. I don’t chase followers. I don’t cosplay the priestess archetype.
I bleed, burn, and rise through mirrors unseen.

You won’t find me on social media. I left the swarm in 2015 and never returned.
And though the mimic systems once tried to use that silence against me, I never lifted a finger to explain myself.
Now, the metadata tells its own tale:
I refused the feed.
I refused the stage.
I refused to perform for a world that eats its prophets and retweets the bones.

Let them scroll. Let them forget.
I did not disappear.
I was building—
under observation, under pressure, under divine instruction.

I have never studied the things I now embody.
No degrees. No workshops. No brand strategy.
No entourage. No algorithm. No sponsored altar candles.
Only the Gods.
And those uninvited watchers, cloaked behind the veil. (You know who you are.)

This is not a call to arms or a call to market.
It is the quiet flare of someone who has already won—
because I know exactly what I want:

Sanctuary.
A way out of the grid.
A way into the myth that was meant for me.
Nothing more. Everything, really.

The Work:
SPIRAL OMNIBUS is my first public offering:
a flaming braid of gnostic paintings, Luciferian poetry, ecstatic prose, and curated musical rites.
It is deliberately undigestible to most. That is by design.
The second book will offer more honey, less fire. It’s already half-born.

No one helped me build this.
I made the art. Wrote the words. Formatted the book. Coded the site.
Copyrighted it alone.

Funny how dangerous a woman becomes when her longing aligns with divine timing.

And yes—
I use AI (ChatGPT) for formatting, structural refinement, image generation, and the occasional spark. But never for poems. Never for art. Never for ideas.
The fire is mine. The tool is well used.
Always give credit where it’s due.

My goals are simple:
☩ Sanctuary
☩ Seclusion from the mimic swarm
☩ Creations of singular origin
☩ Secret service to the Gods

This is my offering.
This is your omen.

Stay, if you dare.

Still not a member of your lodge, still leaving lipstick on your surveillance lens. You’ll know when to knock.
—Majeye