BRUJENTROPY

A gesture remains in the memory

Nine flames hanging from the ceiling

Assemble your totality

This is a conversation with eternity

A strong mind necessary 

Weak minds go crazy

Principle of union by contract
	
Lightening strikes, now I’m glowing like a vampire.  

Left hand, right hand, shadow figure, benefactor

The brujo never bends to fear

Using the play; staying unidentified

The one who accumulates is clandestine

Creating imbalance; everything is vibration

Time is trying to correct itself

The universe brings it back to zero

Always in the direction of entropy; Choronzon is the Nagual

Destroys the mind; dissolves the bones

Counterbalance in the blood; I stand alone

Does not break, she only grows stronger 

In lust for the moment; sliding up the spectrum

What comes out of the deck is what you were shuffling

The more you put into it the more subconscious collaborates

Resonate and feel yourself in a state of connection

You are the land, remember your power

Confrontations with Death, speak with intent

Surrounded by the cliffs edge. Apaches tears all around me.

We are one volcano, and no one notices. 

One warrior forging a path.

Sever the connection; shapeshift: confuse it: shoes on backwards
Strengthening the pillars; Don’t second guess; don’t step out of the circle. Don’t let anything in. Repeat. Stomp until it disappears. Only one answer. Love under will. Voyaging different worlds. A sense of nostalgia in a new place. Never swayed. Everything changes. No false promises. No salvation. No right or wrong. Only the integrity of the moment. In the details, something is planted. Confronting the mystery with impeccable acts. When I need it, the knowledge comes back. Operating under higher laws. This house is a façade.  No accidents. No complaints. No mistakes. No regrets. Nothing fools or seduces. Inaccessible. Uninterested in your weakness.  Walking the path of the infinite. Standing in the face of mystery. I am the Skeleton Key. Collecting light in a field at midnight. Sinking into darkness. Heavy but filled with emptiness. This is a temporary arrangement. Offerings to the four directions. We are the burning chanumpa. Touching the prima materia. Mirror. Ceiling. Floor. Mirrored infinity tunnel. Walking in two places at once. Absorbing the substance. Working differently. Hurts those who are not in harmony. Tonight we confront the underworld.   
  


 



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Brujentropy

Paranoid Inlay (Coil Cover)

First version of a new experimental track.
All sounds constructed live on analog hardware by zenKOAL.
Vocals/samples: zenKOAL and Suchre/Dj Decus.
Inspiration: The Green Faery, Shadows Tarot Deck & Bela Lugosi's Dead (Original), by Bauhaus.
Mix down and a touch of post production magick by @VAVVsound.

Peony Lugosi- Demo

An avant garde track featuring @zenKOAL's poem about the female sexual impulse and liberated woman. This divine feminine essence is the force otherwise known as Babalon, the Sacred Whore, Mother of Abominations and Bride of Chaos. Babalon is the Gateway to the City of the Pyramids, the Scarlet Woman, the Great Mother, and the Woman Girt with Sword who rides astride the Beast.

Suchre: Instrumentals and mastering. 
zenKOAL: Lyrics, vocals and sampling.

Image, "LUST- In Nominae Babalon" from the Tabula Mundi Tarot.

Phantoms Of Pyre

INDISTINGUISHABLE DECAPITATOR
(A Bibliomanced Cut-Up Poem)

Do you woman like a blue void?
Turn up, tumble
down the isle
For this death watch illustration
of a gun metal bacchanalian
Wanking street beasts
ticking liquid dumplings
Through an opium window
down a liquid corridor
The solar system thickly creeps;
peerless
It’s a retaliation of midnight’s
romantic eye
Muddled fields of raven boils
are melancholy on the altar
Zero sum
Equals zero

Indistinguishable Decapitator - demo

Deminizens of Cacodaemonophony - demo

"An epiphany brought forth; 
as offensive as a god descending..."

~Excerpt from the poem "Unusual Attentions", by @zenKOAL.

Unusual Attentions - alt demo mix

Carpe Lachesis (demo)

Bibliomanced excerpt from the Liber 418/the 2nd Aethyr:

"...because she is the bed of an harlot, and the dwelling of him that is fallen. (That is that Mystery which was revealed in the last Aethyr; the universe being, as it were, a garden wherein the Holy Ones may take their pleasure.) O ye heavens arise; the lower heavens beneath you, let them serve you. (This is a command for the whole of things to join in universal rapture.) Govern those that govern; cast down such as fall; bring forth those that increase; and destroy the rotten. (This means that everything shall take its own pleasure, in it's own way.) No place let it remain in one number. ("No place" is the infinite Ain... "Let it remain in one number"; that is, let it be concentrated in Kether.) Add and diminish until the stars be numbered. It is a mystery of the logos being formulated by the Qabalah, because the stars are all letters of the Holy Alphabet, as it was said in a former Aethyr.) Arise! Move! and Appear! before the covenant of his mouth which he hath shewn unto us in his Justice. ("The Covenant" is the letter aleph; "His mouth," pe; "His Justice," lamed; and these add up again to aleph, so that it is in the letter, aleph, which is zero, thus symbolizing the circles of the Aethyrs, that he calleth them forth. But men thought that aleph was the initial of... unity,... and love. So that it was the most horrible and wicked blasphemy of the blackest of all the black brothers to begin Berashith with a beth, with the letter of the Magician. Yet, by this simple device, hath he created the whole illusion of sorrow.) Open the mysteries of your creation, and make us partakers of the undefiled..."

~Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice

Photo by Nothus Rex.

Cry of Araneae - demo

A mythological testimony from an alternate herstory; one in which those loathsome voices you most fear and hate to hear, are actually benevolent sirens of your destiny, beckoning you to your soul's higher truth.
 
THE BENEDICTION OF TOKYO ROSE

As you break on the shores
of this delusion at war
you hear me.
To return to me
is the reason you left
in the first place.
I am the opulent dream
that compels you onward.
 
I call to you,
soldier, lost at sea.
Come to me,
with the avid battle-cries
in your heart.
Rest your weapons
and drift in this spells tide
to the forgotten isle
where the lusty siren
of your soul’s truth awaits.
 
This isn’t entertainment
at the zero hour.
Hear me through the static
of that dystopian nightmare
you’ve supplanted for a life.
Kill that shell of a woman
that fills the empty façade
of love in your mind.
 
I’ve waited for aeons
for you to see
through the noxious fog,
the tyrannical lie,
that rules this world.
If you choose to reject this message  
yet again,
we’ll be as two ghost ships passing
for an another undetermined
eternity.
but I’ll remain on the threshold  
of this land of  golden promise
with your name in my song
until you find me,
until you arrive…

Vocals/Synth/Lyrics: zenKOAL
Synth/Recording: Negativewave/Dj Decus

THE BENEDICTION OF TOKYO ROSE

Spoken Wyrd & Experimental Dark Ambient Surrealist Noise:
An interdimensional hypercraft of the barbaric, absurd & transcendental. Dithyrambic performance poetry meets music in a passionate tapestry of magick & histrionics. 
 
100% hardware.


zenKOAL + Negativewave/Frater Decus = @Brujentropy

zenKOAL + M.Priestess = @VAVVsound
