flac

it's like descending into a tropical rain forest, on that first day
a life-long deafness having been washed away by the miracle.

it's different.
its absence blasphemy
and it's just flac!

Art of Night

As Clouds turn red on men with earned bread

All pigs go to sleep as avian rats awaken to mysteries of ye

Quiescent minds molding the orgone with no light

As plebs and incubi tug for conjugal rights all night

With dawn, the mage completes the great work

As capitalism drags the man into her jails of oligophrenic work.

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The mystical art courtesy of Karezoid

Seeking the Chwezi

The deities are not in the lakes and forests
The deities are not in the clouds nor fires
The deities have entered the rocks and stones
And only by careful invocation and revelation
Shall we once more open the gates of stone
And set free into the air, water and fire
Those sleeping ancients, whose meditations, wisdom and magic
Are preserved with their regalia and art
In the rocks and caves of prehistory,
So that archeology is the foremost science of the seeker of the ancients
Seek and preserve thy rocks and stones.

Abachwezi tibali munyanja n'ebibira
Abachwezi tibali omumbeho ninga omumuro
Abachwezi bakataha omukibale n'amabale
Okwihaho abo abategekerwe, kandi baina orumanyo rwabu,
Nibo abarasobora okwata enyigi z'ekibale-
Aho nu, abachwezi baimuke omumbeho, omunyanja n'omumuro.
Abachwez'abo, abagonere namagezi g'ensi n'iguru,
Omumabale okurugira kimu Kibale paka omunyanja enu Nalubale-
Baserekerwe, kandi balinzirwe emyaka n'ebisibo kuruga okubanza.
Abachwezi Ndahura, Mulindwa na Wamara mbaimukize mukiro ekyange,
Na tunga okumanya okwembaganiza, nti esaha y'omulimo gwange ehikire.
Aho nu, naiywe mukwate engoma, mukwate ensekuro n'emisekuzo,
Mugende mwimukye abachwezi banyu, esaha yanyu etakarabire.

The 3 Kings of The Bachwezi

It's drumming spirits and ghosts in the darkness outside my shrine
There's a rhythm I can readily distinguish- Ndahura, first King of the Bachwezi
Is returning home from the hunt.

Plant a herb of perfect deconstruction-
Such rigourous work in the alchemy
That an age-old paradigm gets cleansed from my initiates
Upon vibrations of Engoma Za Ruhanga
A bachwezi mutujune - recurse this.

Mulindwa andinzire
Should I seek to demistify the mystery called Chaos,
Or I am now in the abode of Chwezi's 2nd King.
With drums reminiscent of our ancenstors now in rock and gemstone-
Those our cosmic origins, from whom the Element of Earth gains it's essence and power.
Play me the long drum...

Engwara, Endobo, En'mboko!
Enter the Ndebele shamans and mystics-
Adorned in mouth-torturing regalia typical of possessive types
Up that huge elephant approaching us from a distance,
Sits Wamara, Last King of The Bachwezi.

He's a God,
Whose aura is mystery.
The many, they ask man
God dances to the Self.
Those drums of logic and magic -
Vibrate to alter the fabric of all your models.

Let's go night dancing...
On this night of the waxing moon,
I can definitely experience the spirit of a New BaChwezi - NuChwezi.

The Alkemy is Complete

And there shall be things that can be expressed in the language of finite beings,
And there shall be things that can't be expressed in the language of finite beings
The things that can be expressed are the things that are the left-overs of our grand feast
That which can't be expressed is the gist.

And so, I took the last of my K
Bathed in the Oil of Pure Will
I held inside of me the key, and so I fell supine
And opened the door to the God Within.

Memories fading fast
Things I should share at last
We are One,
There's only One God
A God so immense It evades all description
The Will of God is this-
To Manifest All True Will
And the Essence of God is-
To Be All That Can Be.
God's Will is To Be God
God's Essence is To Be God.

And so,
I partake in this manifestation of God's Will
That the things I will shall come to Be,
Because God.

In Death is to be found the Path,
K is thy Key
The Alkemy is complete.

drums of rit.u.al

the message is subtle - i