The Arcane Diary

Author: S. Alim Reza

  • PAST LIVES of NICK SAVOY and the ORDER:

    PAST LIVES of NICK SAVOY and the ORDER:

    Egyptian Priest in the Pharaoh’s court, under tutelage of High Priest, familiar with the Gnostic teachings, all of the tribal magic of the African continent and the budding Greek philosophy.

    Druid Shaman at Stonehenge, Celtic spirituality and magic, King Arthur, earth energies.

    Monk (Fr. Or Ben.?), alchemist for Medicis.

    Gypsy healer, exorcist for Catholic church.

    Recently adopts nomadic spirituality, invents own priesthood.

    [[El Dorado]], [[Secrets of Atlantis]], [[Vatican – library and treasury]],
    [[destiny of lives intersect and Nick is called on to repay a debt forgotten]], [[Shangri-La]], [[Paris]], [[Prague]], [[Mecca]], [[Babylon-Zion]], [[Library of congress]], [[Alexandria]], [[Scottish Grand Lodge]], [[Dome of the Rock]], [[Louvre]]

    THE AGE OF EARTH (Geophysics) ERAS, EPOCHS, AEONS

  • THE AGE OF EARTH (Geophysics) ERAS, EPOCHS, AEONS

    THE AGE OF EARTH (Geophysics) ERAS, EPOCHS, AEONS

    Lines of Code

  • Lines of Code

    Hypnagogic bacteria of light,

    Cells as viewed through microscopy

    Streaking across the blue sky

    My viewfinder of life sees the virtual image

    Meant to be displayed

    And the sometimes linear

    Ascending and descending

    Of the numbers

    Interpreted by the brain as real

    Hop across my vision,

    Floating this way and that –

    Semi-methodically

    A pipe dream

    Of the numerical foundation

    Of our world

    3rd BOOK OF THE BIBLE – BOOK OF ENOCH, Delta of Enoch

  • 3rd BOOK OF THE BIBLE – BOOK OF ENOCH, Delta of Enoch

    3rd BOOK OF THE BIBLE – BOOK OF ENOCH, Delta of Enoch

    [[TITANS]]

  • homicidal hobo couple

    homicidal hobo couple

    Dream: I am bussing to a buy/sell place trying to sell some stuff like old shoes, and as the girl was tallying up, the number would drop after I got my hopes up for the money I would receive. The usual bus rides to unfamiliar places, then I am part of an investigation on both sides. First, I am a fly on the wall with the hunters, and they are discussing the possibility that the man of the homicidal hobo couple had no idea what was going on but that the woman was the killer, given forensic evidence. I become the man; I am dusting marijuana plants with some powder in a large greenhouse building. This fat, disgusting woman comes in, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her take something sharp, and out of nowhere, she stabs this guy with rage, and I am shocked. I look over at her, and she’s viciously sawing through his throat. I didn’t feel like I was dreaming. I was revolted and awoke with a fright. It was 4 am, even after knowing it was just a dream I was shaken and wasn’t eager to go back to sleep.

    [[ALMOST A THIEF]]

  • SCENES OF H-TOWN

    SCENES OF H-TOWN

    SCENES OF H-TOWN: Bum on a street corner, on a median at a busy intersection with a cardboard sign. Some callous ignoramus flicks a five out their window, and the bum jumps into traffic, getting killed for $5. Whether the man was crack-laden or starving for what $5 worth of food could do for his immune system in this cold weather, the newspaper article the perpetrator reads about it the next day in the newspaper doesn’t care, and neither does the unknowing reader. Just one less piece of human litter has fallen through our great society’s many cracks. It was then I decided to leave the city for a while.

    Group Hug – Thugs – Pirates

  • Group Hug – Thugs – Pirates

    Group Hug – Thugs – Pirates

    Dream: Group hug with old friends (making peace with the past) at Mac on JHE lawn.

    Later, there’s a sneaky deal in a dumpy store; I’ve got hired goons scanning the place, armed. I come back around the corner from the alley where I parked the car to see my thugs being held up by some scary-looking pirates.

    Fortunately, none saw me, so I speedily backed away from the storefront windows, got into the POS Caprice, started the engine and fled as quietly as possible.

    My heart and stomach sunk with fear when I saw those pirates – for several reasons:

    First, out of disappointment in my faith in the ability of these men and, therefore, my planning ability, the sour outcome of my deal and worst of all, that I had left a team of three men to their certain death by what appeared to be soulless mercenaries.

    The outcome could not have been pleasant.

    Untitled poem

  • Untitled poem

    Untitled poem

    Fear?

    Who have we got to be afraid of?

    Besides ourselves, perhaps

    Who knows, who cares?

    What is there to say

    When it’s all been said?

    And we realize

    That down the wrong path we’ve been led

    Pressure, pressure, pressure

    Coming from here and there

    What to wear, for whom to care

    I think the world’s nuts

    How about you?

    Do you fit in along with the rest?

    Or do you have what it takes

    To do your own thing?

    Who can define normal?

    What is that?

    Someone’s ideas, that’s all

    If we can’t break free

    That’ll be our fall

    Conforming to someone’s conception of reality

    Has never appealed to me in the least

    If we can’t separate ourselves

    We are prisoners of society

    Merely pawns of a corporate world

    Who cares not of those who cannot afford

    The newest and latest

    Rather it has many followers

    Who may not realize it

    But are rising and falling like a tide

    With every fad, style and craze.

    WHO WILL STAND OUT?

    WHO WILL RISE ABOVE?

    Desire

  • Desire

    Desire

    My desire for you

    Far surpasses flesh

    But is mind

    Body and spirit

    Combined

    Call it masochistic

    To inflict such pain

    For to dream of you

    Holds me

    So tightly bound

    I’m gasping

    Struggling to inhale

    And it moves me so

    To bring a tear to my eye

    I long for you

    You alone

    For no attraction

    Could excel

    This painful pleasure

    Merely dreaming

    Wraps around me

    And inflicts my heart

    With this sickness

    This spell you have cast

    And plays me

    Like a marionette

    Dancing to the melody

    Of your voice.

    Hunger

  • Hunger

    Hunger

    A burning hunger

    Deep within

    Only to be

    Nearer to you

    To hear

    Your soft voice

    Caressing my ears

    To see

    Your shining eyes

    Drawing me in

    Deeper and deeper

    Like a hypnotic trance

    Until I feel as though

    We are one

    And I can see right through you

    And in the glisten

    See a warm reflection

    Of myself

    Drawing my heart

    And mind

    Magnetically to yours

    To read the affection

    In your face

    Like a wonderful romance

    Yet to be unfolded

    A small origami heart

    Outstretched

    Will last forever

    Ever Stop…And Think?