Half-Shade

From The Rising Of The Sun

Loss Of Democracy Blues

"One of the most famous associations of the Deadly Nightshade is its connection to mythology, folklore and witchcraft. In antiquity, the plant was associated with the cult of Dionysus, the Greek god of wine and ecstasy, and it was allegedly mixed for a drink that could induce a trance in worshippers. On a more sinister note, it also features in the myth of Odysseus, whose men were - legend has it - poisoned with nightshade and then turned into pigs by the witch Circe.

In times of the Roman Empire, Deadly Nightshade was rumoured to be Livia’s ‘weapon of choice’ to poison her husband, the Emperor Augustus. Allegedly, the Roman troops also coated arrow-heads with a paste made from the plant to poison their enemies.

Deadly Nightshade featured heavily in so-called witches’ ingredients and was closely associated with the Devil. For example, parents on occasion told their children that if they ate the plant’s berries they would meet the Devil in person - this was a tale told to help them avoid the berries. It was also apparently one of the ingredients that allowed witches’ to fly, something they experienced in hallucinations caused by a combination of plants."

Ceirios y Gŵr Drwg ("Belladonna")

2022-08-17

NLS - 2022 - 08 - 17  to tread carefully as between drops of dew

Cargo Train

Countryside Astronaut

X-Gorgeous Hell

21/November/2022

I Wonder About Everything And You

The track on YouTube and more streaming platforms
https://youtu.be/c8XV-9P5TLk

Avenue Blues (Mix V1)

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy