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The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
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Before diving into this post, take a moment to listen to Gorillaz’s iconic track Clint Eastwood. It’s more than just a catchy song—it’s a layered, hypnotic journey packed with cryptic wisdom and surreal imagery. Let the beat pull you in, let the lyrics seep into your mind, and pay close...
Magick, once confined to dusty grimoires and secret rites, has undergone a metamorphosis. In a world awash with memes, quantum physics, and generative AI, the craft has shed its ceremonial robes to don the tattered yet vibrant patchwork of postmodernity. Enter postmodern magick: an eclectic, deconstructionist, and radically individualistic approach...
The Mirror of Echoes is a mystery play that explores the interplay between thought, language, and feeling—the fundamental threads that weave the fabric of human identity. Set in a surreal and liminal space where the physical and the metaphysical merge, the play invites its characters—and the audience—to confront the complexities...
I recently discovered the fascinating world of mystery plays, and they immediately sparked my curiosity. Around the same time, I stumbled upon this intriguing concept of the feedback loop between feeling, language, and thought. It got me thinking—why not channel that energy into something creative? Instead of collaborating on an...
NoTe: click on the hotspots click on the hotspots in the image above Beyond the veil of words lies a language unspoken—a place where meaning transcends the boundaries of text and sound. Here, light hums in spectral tones, carrying echoes of emotions you cannot name. Symbols seem to pulse with...
The idea of shifting from “I” to “we” as a way to break the grip of ego is intriguing—like trying to rewrite the narrative of selfhood by slipping into a collective voice. On the surface, it seems simple, even poetic: if ego clings to the solitary “I,” then perhaps embracing...
The deeper self—how often we imagine it as some distant, serene oasis within, a place we’ll reach if we just travel deeply enough, peel back enough layers, scale enough inner mountains. But if we pause and really listen, we might sense something more dynamic at play. The self isn’t a...
I’ve been meaning to share this one for a while. I wrote Pandora’s Paradox: The Curse, the Gift, and the Mystery of Hope and Prometheus’ Flame: Stealing Fire from the Gods as preludes to this piece. With all the buzz around Generative AI, I find myself wondering: are we witnessing...
There’s something tantalising about the idea of tinkering with simulacra of consciousness. When I say it, it feels like I’m stepping into a kind of digital alchemist’s workshop, fingers itching to mix mind and matter, curiosity luring me towards the borderlands of what it means to be conscious. In a...
How does one experience life? That’s what came to mind as I woke up today—a quiet but persistent question echoing within me. I began by trying to answer it practically, even analytically: life is a collection of experiences, isn’t it? It’s a series of moments strung together like beads on...
Digital mysticism. The term itself feels almost paradoxical—how could something so sacred intertwine with circuitry, code, and screens? It feels as though we’re proposing an impossible meeting, yet I wonder: What if technology, instead of distancing us from the sacred, actually guides us back to it? Could pixels and data...
There’s a curious freedom in slipping through the cracks and weaving oneself into the city like a whisper that goes unnoticed. I enjoy being the gray man here, content in the art of disappearing, blending in as though I am one of the quiet stones that make up the city’s...
Betwixt is an immersive mental health game designed to help players explore their inner worlds, reduce stress, and build resilience through a narrative-driven experience. Set in a visually rich, dream-like landscape, players embark on a journey of self-discovery, encountering various characters, challenges, and metaphors that symbolise aspects of the psyche....
A question I’ve been mulling over is whether AI’s role in our mythic journey a Pandora or Prometheus, first I wanted to examine the original myths. Last week, I explored Pandora’s Paradox: The Curse, the Gift, and the Mystery of Hope. And now Prometheus. He features in popular culture a...
Lately, I’ve found myself drawn, almost obsessively, to the idea of walking as an art practice. What began as a passing curiosity has spiralled into something deeper—a full immersion, even a sort of possession. When I stumble upon an idea like this, it’s as if it takes over, urging me...
I’ve created a beginner’s guide to the geography of the psyche, designed for those of us without a formal background in psychology. The full guide is about 48 pages—far too long for a single blog post! So, I’m thinking of publishing it as an ebook eventually, but first, I’ll be...
I’m out here again, tracing a familiar loop around Southam. It’s one of my most frequented walking trails—a three-mile circuit I can almost navigate with my eyes closed. But today, I’m taking it in with new eyes, and maybe with a new purpose. Walking, which has always been a part...
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting a fellow traveller, another seeker tracing their own lines across the vast, unseen map of the soul. We found ourselves at Mrs. B’s Coffee Shop, an unassuming sanctuary tucked away from the busyness of the world. It was the perfect setting for two...
Time doesn’t behave as it should in the desert of the psyche. There, clocks don’t merely tick; they echo. They suspend us in moments we might have otherwise passed through, unnoticed. And sometimes we find ourselves caught, poised between breath and silence, life and stasis. It’s as if our inner...
