The Grave Digger
Mystic Tape Deck · The Grave Digger Pulling on the mud caked creased and drawn leather boots Feet cold, atonic and rheumatic, bunions bulging, inflamed Shabby woolen blanket tossed aside
Mystic Tape Deck · The Grave Digger Pulling on the mud caked creased and drawn leather boots Feet cold, atonic and rheumatic, bunions bulging, inflamed Shabby woolen blanket tossed aside
In a cloistered hermitage hidden from the eyes of the prying
Reached only through the careful divination of echoes … Continue readingThe Forest Witch
Out here the sky is just wider they say
The cold is much colder, the dry much drier
And the wild is just wilder
It will change you without your permission … Continue readingThe Roadside Ghost
Resistors, Capacitors, Transistors, Inductors, Transformers, and switches, The technician creates the technician who creates the technician … Continue readingThe Technician
The universe distilled … Continue readingThe Vintner
Two pennies a vial, and a free nightly puppet show. … Continue readingThe Mountebank
The shepherd leads the sheep along the winding rutted path.
Their gentle bleating falls hollow amongst the cushions of corpses.
Nooses numbering eight tether them tightly ‘round their fattened necks. … Continue readingThe Cynic
The late 80’s and early 90’s were a very active time for The Cloak, especially along the I-5 corridor in the United States. One of the most significant hotbeds of
Long ago, beyond the mists which lie just inside the forest’s edge, among the gnarled roots of the most ancient of yews, sat the forest witch upon her verdant mossy
“This, then, is the doctrine of the resurrection. We do not believe–at least I do not–that law has been rudely violated in one extraordinary and unparalleled episode. We believe that
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” – Plato “There are very
“Man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest living creature, with
“When in the height heaven was not named, and the earth beneath did not yet bear a name, and the primeval Apsu, who begat them, and chaos, Tiamut, the mother
The room was lit by the dancing orange light of a single lantern on the small table. Sweet smelling smoke drifted up from the silver censer and hung in
Continue readingMicaloz Experiences his First Samadhi and Gets a Glimpse of the True Wheel
“Do you feel it when it happens? What does it feel like?” The lights in the parlor were dim, a single lantern flickered with the draft flowing under the old
Continue readingInto the Fray – Interviews with Micaloz From The Cosimo Records
The Journey to Constantinople Micaloz arrived in Constantinople just as the sun had set on an early spring evening, smells of cinnamon, frankincense and sea salt air wafting on a
As I sit at my writing table, a loose grouping of stone simulacra surrounds me. Their stares no longer penetrate my being with the cold fire they once possessed. They have
Continue readingAmong the stone simulacra – entries from the journals of the shining one
Repeating Re-awakenings As swiftly as the darkness of sudden death had consumed him, the invisible hand parted the veil and the light came flooding in again. It wasn’t painful, but
On the move, northward “We will be dispensing with this dreadfully slow method of travel, Micaloz,” Vlastimir was explaining. “We have a merchant ship docked north of here at Trabzon.
Vlastimir of the order of Tasawwuf The toothless man unbolted the door and left the room for a moment. When he returned, Nazli was with him, looking disheveled and confused. They
Continue readingOverdue Introductions to the order of Tasawwuf
“We represent a group of people who are very interested in finding you. We have no interest in harming you. In fact, quite the opposite.” The man in the red