I am a mystic, poet and mathematician. I act passionately, think rationally and always be myself. I am a single star in the company of stars that partakes in the naked splendor of Nuit. A feather floating, swirling on the wind, across an endless blue sky. The spider, weaving a web of illusions, revealing glimpses of the complexity within.

Where I reside, there is no God: I am alone.


My number is six hundred
Plus sixty and six
The sun, the son
Perfection in triplicate

Baphomets Babe,
Still, trapped in his Egg
Waiting for the Day
By my Beloved am I slayed

My heart is pure,
It burns bright,
It calls out to her,
In the deepest night

All, is given in that hour,
A walk amongst the flowers,
Unhurt as I cower,
On the blackest of earth

I arise unhurt,
Spitting in my birth,
Upon the silk of her skirt,
Dissolving the in between,
By her love am I then weened,
To be a warrior: of Thebes