Wednesday, 23 May 2018


Into the Aether
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Stolen Hearts...

a suspended fetiche, a repository, a tool. this the first one, stained and consecrated with old iron nails buried with the expression of my flesh, whilst my blank mind screams the syllable..
the iron pierced fetiche comes from vudu and thence ifa, Africa. Iron is martial, black and red, ogun the warrior god, and the need fire of keeping a hidden bar of iron, heated red hot, to symbolise/be, the cosmic sex drive. this iron is also potent and necessary in Tibet, where the recipe will often include the blood, heart, skull etc of an imbecilic prostitute with murderous tendencies and tender years etc.
Something to protect, and something to gaze on that quiets the mind.

 the original

below: the four new ones

The wood has been gathered from our horses fields, nodes broken off by rubbing, itching, trampling.

They are hearts in so much as they crudely resemble the beautiful catholic imagery of the virgin displaying her throbbing red heart, pierced with seven silver daggers, each one glyphing a delicious mortal sin, a red mass beset with tormenting shards, and yet, in suspension, that torment is serene ornamentation, a stately dance of the fixed stars and spiky hedgerow.

they are non prescriptive. they are charged, earthed, potentiated by the iron being driven into them, by my flesh, whilst my will howls 'Set!!!' (and my 'conciousness' is filled with Red Pyramids), but they serve no prescribed purpose, and are not further adorned with hairs and fluids etc. They are tools and can be used, but for what and how I know and care not.

They will shortly be available for purchase on