a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
So, if first-person confessional style podcasts are your jam, subscribe to mine wherever you get your podcasts. I’m on all of the major platforms.
Q: what is it about me that i can’t keep my virtual hands off of creativity, love, mysticism, and misfit ontology?
In this episode, I’m out on a walk—my first good ramble in weeks—navigating the muddy fields and reflecting on life as we sit in this in-between time of Crimbo Limbo, that strange stretch between Christmas and New Year’s Eve. It’s a time I usually dedicate to reflecting, recalibrating, and looking...
There’s something about Charles Olson’s In Cold Hell, in Thicket that feels uncomfortably familiar, like stepping into a dense forest where every direction looks the same but somehow promises something different. For me, this poem isn’t just a piece of writing—it’s a mirror held up to the way I experience...
i am now returning—a phrase, a wound, a hinge on a doorhalf-hanging, rusted on promisesnever meant to keep. what is “now”but the afterbirth of once,slick with the memory of chaosand the shimmer of thingsalmost touched? returning implies departure,a before where the dust hung silent,where streets were namesand names were maps,not...
The idea hit me like a whisper from the cosmos: When there is no sense of ‘you,’ there is no way that ‘you’ can be separate from the rest of the universe. It wasn’t a conclusion, not even a realisation, really. It was more like a question wearing the mask...
These are wild secular times. It’s like we’re living in the disenchanted ruins of a world that forgot it used to believe in magic. Once, myths shaped the edges of our maps and infused the spaces between stars with gods and monsters. Now, we’ve GPS’d the mystery out of existence....
Blue Öyster Cult (BÖC) is one of those bands that straddles the line between rock, mysticism, and outright cosmic weirdness, creating a legacy that feels both timeless and delightfully out of this world. If you’ve ever heard “Don’t Fear the Reaper” wafting from a car stereo on a foggy night...
To be a reality hacker is to become an artisan of perception, an agent of transformation who sees the world not as it is but as it could be. Reality hacking, as a concept, is not about breaking systems for malicious intent but about reprogramming the lens through which we...
Somewhere between an invitation and a command, this phrase has been rattling around in my head lately: Go play with your brothers and sisters in the information tribe. It feels like a message from some digital oracle, an echo of a forgotten wisdom that knows no time. Maybe it’s a...
Editor’s Note As we are about to step into 2025, I’m unveiling a framework that stands at the intersection of personal transformation and practical power cultivation. Change Magick represents my synthesis of decades of exploration into human potential, combining insights from chaos magic, depth psychology, neuroscience, and postmodern philosophy. This...
Welcome, wanderer. You’ve stumbled upon something… different. A game, a journey, a dance with chaos itself. The Game:A riddle awaits. Solve it, and you’ll unlock the first step—a portal into The Trickster’s Leap. Each card in this game holds a task, an experiment, or a dare to step beyond the...
The Mirror of Echoes is a mystery play that explores the interplay between thought, language, and feeling—the fundamental threads that weave the fabric of human identity. Set in a surreal and liminal space where the physical and the metaphysical merge, the play invites its characters—and the audience—to confront the complexities...
It’s a curious thing to feel hopeful, wistful, and intent all at once. On the surface, these emotions seem like they belong to different worlds, tugging in opposing directions. Hope, with its buoyant energy, calls me forward into possibility. Wistfulness, tender and bittersweet, lingers in the doorways of my memory,...
What if the essence of reality isn’t matter or energy, but meaning itself? It’s a question that might sound like the beginning of a metaphysical rabbit hole—and it is—but it also carries profound implications for how we understand the universe, ourselves, and the mysterious connection between the two. What if...
My friends and I are gearing up for a Gamma World VTTRPG campaign, and I have the honour (and responsibility) of serving as the gamemaster. For those unfamiliar, Gamma World is a classic science-fantasy tabletop role-playing game with a long history of post-apocalyptic mayhem. Originally released in 1978, it’s a...
For I Am I: A Fragmented Meditation on the Self I. The Self and the SphinxFor I am I, and in this tautological chime echoes the infinite recursion of self-awareness. What is it to be “I”? A truth that cannot be externalised, for the truth of myself is a riddle....
Art: The Comfort and the Catalyst Art, in all its forms, has this uncanny ability to meet us exactly where we are, then take us somewhere we didn’t expect to go. It comforts us when life feels like an unrelenting storm, and it shakes us awake when we’ve grown too...
The Mirror of Echoes is a mystery play that explores the interplay between thought, language, and feeling—the fundamental threads that weave the fabric of human identity. Set in a surreal and liminal space where the physical and the metaphysical merge, the play invites its characters—and the audience—to confront the complexities...
I’ve been on the road for most of the past couple of weeks, which has disrupted my blogging routine a bit. During times like this, I tend to shift my focus to microblogging. Up until now, I’ve mainly stuck to Twitter (or X) and Instagram for that, but with all...
1. Reality isn’t a place. Twist it one way, and you’re a cog in a machine; twist it another, and you’re a cosmic pilgrim, dancing with the stars. Each twist is a belief, a filter, a lens you don’t remember choosing. 2. They told you it was solid, objective. That...
I’ve created a beginner’s guide to the geography of the psyche, designed for those of us without a formal background in psychology. The full guide is about 48 pages—far too long for a single blog post! So, I’m thinking of publishing it as an ebook eventually, but first, I’ll be...
