working notes from the textual underground
A working note on Ruth Netzer, tarot as active imagination, and the Jungian Quest for the Self as a spiral of symbolic integration rather than a simple heroic journey.
A short note on rereading Debbie Ford, noticing our reactions, and treating shadow work as an ongoing conversation with the self.
A rock mixtape for crawling out of the rut: Linkin Park, Papa Roach, System of a Down, Avenged Sevenfold, and the stubborn desire to live the thing instead of performing a brand.
The old questions have not changed much. How should I live? Who am I becoming? What is worth paying attention
I finished Richard Cavendish's The Black Arts this week. Not in the heroic readerly sense of having sat down and
I stole this idea from Justin Brooke on his LinkedIn profile. It's a FUN PROMPT, and what came back from
Maybe he made matter remember music. Clay, before breath, is just earth with potential. Dense. Damp. Waiting. It belongs to
The ghosts in the American Ghosts have been dead for centuries. One of them for over a thousand years. They
I used to think the screen was something I looked at. Vilém Flusser makes the more troubling suggestion. The screen
I was choosing a book to read this morning and realised I wasn't actually choosing. I was scrolling through recommendations,
I have been thinking about walking. This week has clarified something about why. You stay alive to your life by
The first merger was a hostile takeover that became a marriage. Two billion years ago, a free-living bacterium got eaten
You will have the whole spectrum of experience at your fingertips, not as some tidy menu of moods, but as a roaring carnival of sensation, memory, dream, dread, hunger, laughter, grief, lust, silence, and starlight. You will be able to wander from the first spark of desire to the last
I finished Spotify the Gnostics, Here’s the First Church of David Bowie. The first part was a nostalgic trip through the 80s. I enjoyed that; however, I bought the book for the second part, Sean Manseau’s Phonomancy work. a bit disappointed. Read like a drug-fuelled psychodelusional trip through his own
Fresh transmissions from the trail—field notes, reflections, and fragments gathered along the way. This is where ideas are tested in the open, where philosophy meets lived experience, and where the everyday is alchemised into something worth paying attention to. Step in, wander a while, and see what speaks.
Somewhere along the way, the internet stopped being a place you could get lost in.
That’s the thing I keep coming back to. The web I fell in love with, the one that let you follow a link from mediaeval alchemy to cognitive science to a poet’s notebook at 2am and feel like you’d discovered something, has mostly been replaced by feeds, funnels, and content engineered to keep you scrolling without actually going anywhere. The algorithm decides what you see. The personal brand tells you what to expect. The niche keeps everything tidy, and the curiosity slowly dies.
Soulcruzer is my argument against a web that trades curiosity for control. Against feeds that flatten experience into content and turn attention into a commodity. Against the quiet pressure to specialise, optimise, and perform a version of yourself that fits neatly into a niche.
It’s an argument made in practice. I read, I write, I walk, I wonder—out in the open. I follow threads wherever they lead, trusting that meaning emerges through movement, not management. This is a space for the long way round. For thinking out loud. For staying human in a system that keeps trying to reduce you to a pattern.
If there’s a point to it, it’s this: to keep the signal of a curious life alive.
Narrative Alchemy is the practice of becoming conscious of the stories shaping your life—and learning how to rewrite them. It begins with a simple but radical insight: you don’t experience reality as it is, but as it is interpreted through the narratives you’ve inherited, absorbed, and repeated. These stories live beneath the surface, quietly organising perception, behaviour, and identity.
Through reflection, journaling, and mythic imagination, Narrative Alchemy helps you uncover these hidden scripts and transform them. Not by forcing change at the level of behaviour, but by shifting the deeper architecture of meaning itself. When the story changes, the world you experience changes with it.
It’s not self-help. It’s self-authorship.
A short note on rereading Debbie Ford, noticing our reactions, and treating shadow work as an ongoing conversation with the self.
Yesterday felt like wading through wet sand. Every idea that surfaced dissolved before it could be shaped into anything. Underneath that is the voice that says, 'If I can't produce
The map is not the territory. You have probably encountered this before, from an NLP workshop or a philosophy class or a self-development book that seemed important at the time.
The inner script and the world that follows Most people think imagination is what you use to escape reality. A child does it naturally. A novelist does it professionally. A
The voice in your head is not neutral. This sounds obvious. Say it out loud, and most people nod. But knowing it and actually experiencing the implications of it are
A wandering audio journal where philosophy meets lived experience. Each episode follows a thread through ideas, symbols, and the questions that shape who we’re becoming.
The Soulcruzer podcast…narrative alchemy in audio form. Call it an audioblog, call it threshold work, call it confessional mysticism.
One day I’m working through tarot as spiritual technology. The next, I’m exploring Nietzsche’s eternal return as lived practice, chaos magick techniques, or games as containers for transformation. Depth psychology meets the esoteric. Ancient wisdom meets the AI age. Theory becomes practice.
This is what narrative alchemy sounds like from the inside: raw, real, unpolished. Experiments in treating stories as code and consciousness as hackable.
If you’re here for the deep work and the edges, subscribe wherever you get your podcasts.
In this episode, I explore one of Jung’s most striking images: the unconscious as both dragon and treasure. What if the fear, resistance, and chaos you encounter when you turn inward aren’t signs that something is wrong but signs that you’re getting close to something valuable? Drawing on Jungian depth psychology, NLP, and the logic of myth, I unpack why the very thing guarding your buried gold is often indistinguishable from the thing you most want to avoid and what it actually means to face it.
Small experiments in play and imagination. These aren’t just games—they’re interactive stories, prompts, and playful provocations designed to spark curiosity and pull you into the experience. Step in, explore, and see what unfolds when you stop observing and start participating.
Step through the dark gate and enter the symbolic underworld of Dante’s Inferno. This quiz is not simply a test of morality. It is a descent.
A 7-day solo journaling game of masks, secrets, and self-revelation You’ve been invited to a masquerade that exists between dreams and memory. For seven days,
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
