CRYSTAL REFLECTIONS

January 2nd, 2026

As we look towards the beyond, and reflect upon the mirror of the past, the trueness of friendship and love hovers above our struggles and confusion.

In my newest illustration, the main players of WESLAH: Forever The Romance come together and gaze upon the path before them.

Weslahdonna looms over everyone, symbolizing her spirituality and her existence between the dimensions. She is trapped within the Astral Realm, communicating through dreams and crystal visions. Though, with her immense power, she is still pulling strings in the wider story that is playing out across the kingdom.

In the bottom corner Archaeus looks ahead with a confident demeanor, assured of his path forward even though he questions the actions that brought him this far. As a young warrior who was thrown into this conflict, he is still wrestling with the loss of his innocence to the hardships of war and the pressure of his destiny.

In the middle is Aedon- steadfast, linking the crew together as the fierce and loyal protector, not only of Weslahdonna, but of Archaeus too- who he now sees as more than just a headstrong wannabe hero. Aedon, the man who never takes off his armor, must stay strong for those he loves.

And Nocturne, the demon-possessed scythe, creates a visual link between Weslahdonna and Archaeus, echoing the connection they share through the ancient weapon. You see, it was Weslahdonna that came to Archaeus in a dream and bestowed Nocturne upon him- launching Archaeus into the conflict that would ignite his destiny and change his life forever.

I felt the scene had a sense of courageous melancholy to it. As I drew, it just happened that way. This feels like it’s in the midst of their story- they have already seen battles together and their bond is forming. The emotion is inspiring to me, the sense of camaraderie and even love between everyone I think does begin to shine through, at least I hope it does.

As the scene came together, it felt like the characters were holding onto a sense of hope for their dreams after a sad realization. I know Archaeus, who began this journey as a starry eyed dreamer, is struggling to keep his light burning. But he manages. Echo, the little ghost companion, really helps stoke the fire inside Archaeus’ heart. As he grows more fond of Archaeus, Aedon too feels a sense of responsibility to keep Archaeus spirits high. He sees the potential of Archaeus’ destiny, and has empathy for him as someone who was not born into this conflict, but was thrust into it by fate. And this dynamic id like to explore more- Archaeus being an overly confident young hero who thinks he is invincible- but is being held up by his friends. But Archaeus is very strong, he is just young and a bit naive, but those are just as much his strengths too.

Visually and compositionally, I feel very proud of what I was able to achieve. I wanted it to feel like a game ad or ensemble movie poster. I’m working on tightening my value separation- as sometimes I think each character and element can blend visually together too much. But I’m really happy with the result and it feels finished.

FANTASTIMAGORA - That Is, The Dream Bubble of One’s Own Creation.

On this the 13th of September, 2023; in Kingston, New York after returning from a few days in Tennessee.

It is becoming clearer to me now that reality verily does follow a virtuous path, and even clearer that path it doth now seem, is following the plan of a one most imaginative creator. Who himself is more familiar than we dare to confirm. Yes, the flow of nature is a very real stream of life emanating from a divine, vibrating precipice. Deep inside the hidden mountain, guarded by stone laminated in time, lies an ardent water, agitated by a fountain yet so deep. Even when the one God's mighty resolve reckoned the Earth, water flowed from the windows of Heaven. But also from the fountains of the deep did the Aqua Vitae spring forth and overcome the Earth. Within ourselves, it seems to me, there is a fountain that washes over our consciousness. A vibrating system that is stoked by an emanating fire even deeper still.

This past weekend I made the journey to my home state of Tennessee. That beautiful deep southern soil from which my flesh was borne. It is so different from my world in New York. It almost seemed to me that I had come out from a bubble of my own creation, and found myself in the real world once again. And I was peaceful. Life is slow and easy when I am down south. My family lives out in the country, and the night sky is sometimes so dark that you can see the nebula dust of the Milky Way. I was focused much more on others, spending time with my siblings and family, and had virtually no time alone to sit and ponder. It felt good and right. 

Upon my return, as I saw the mechanical motherboard grid of the city from the plane, I almost felt a sense of, dare I say, kookiness as I came back into the spatial bubble of New York. So superfluous everything did seem and my chest began to tighten ever so slightly. I felt like I was slipping back into a fever dream. Though, my heart was comforted when I remembered that I had moved upstate, and didn't have to stay in the city- I just had to fly into the airport there in Brooklyn and I’d be on my way back into the arms of the mountains. Even still, it was surreal to feel the chaotic and disnatural vibration of the city after some time. 

The more time I spend out of the city, the happier and more regulated my self becomes. My heart is filled with ease and gaiety once more. It does feel like I was taking things too serious, and that one should simply have more fun and be jovial in all things. Surely, my beloved Tennessee is rubbing off on me more and more, or, I suppose I should say, I am returning to the natural state of being which my destiny had prescribed for me. Though, the reality of my past several years has been one of intense grief and isolation, suffering and manipulation, so this lighter emotional state has been afforded to me by an ardent path of healing and retrospection where I have grappled with many a dark force. But Nature has taken me in and been the most essential step I needed to continue on the virtuous path that has been set before me.

The light of my mother and father burns intensely, and its heat washes away confliction and soreness. Being closer to that flame verily did me good, as I returned to the farm with a softer heart and happier disposition. This I will carry into the autumn like an eternal candle, and the heat of the flame will lift my bubble higher towards Heaven, and keep away the darkness. Brothers, keep those who love you steadfast in your hearts, and remember always their loving smiles. Know that they too live in their own bubble. And one may not see squarely on all things laid before them. But deeper than all frivolities lies Love, Grace, and Faith. In these three primordial elements we are able to find communion with any man who stands before us. For surely the only one true way is through the hearts of our friends.

In Which I Muse About The Garden

On this the 6th of September, 2023 on the farm just south of Kingston, New York

It seems like the light of summer is quickly being spent. And as cooler days creep in, fond of them as I am, I find myself filled with a premature yearning for the days of high summer. Though for now I must calm my precocious ways and enjoy what is left of the season, and reflect upon the life that still persists throughout the farm. The garden is in full bloom, and everyday it seems to grow more wild and expressive. The bees are still filled with the ecstatic energy of the Sun and frolic playfully in the wide array of blossoms on the farm. They say that where bees can live, man can live. Around these parts, it seems the bees favorite blossom is that of the Anise Hyssop. Here they grow nearly 5 feet tall and display fuzzy purple flowers, their leaves giving off a slightly minty, liquorice aroma which I find almost medicinal but sweet. 

Around the grounds, most of the Mullein has already seen its zenith. But just a few yards from my house still grows the solitary Mullein plant that began coming up when I moved here back in June. It is now beyond 6 feet tall, and gives beautiful yellow blossoms on its pale green spire which reaches straight to Heaven. I think of this plant so fondly, and feel a sense of protection from it as I visit it each day to pay my respects. It has a very masculine and strong personality. 

In the garden, I am still tending to a few plants whom I planted later in the season, about late July. My Pumpkin seeds have quickly sprouted and within only a few days they have grown incredible leaves and begin to trail up the trellis beside which they were planted. Their prolific growth is no doubt afforded by the fertile soil that the caretakers of the farm have cultivated over the years. Their organic, no-till methods have produced an incredibly beautiful soil that is clearly rich in the life-giving elements needed to grow happy and healthy plants. I would even be so bold as to suggest one may find the Prima Materia within the dark soil of the farm, which lies at the foot of the Catskill Mountains and nourishes itself on the ardent waters that drain from their misty peaks. 

The connection between the growing of plants and the Act of Creation as a whole, makes much more sense to me now. I might attribute this to the fact that I have been developing a closer relationship with plants and, over the past spring, have watched them grow in a more intimate manner by tending to my own garden and forming personal relationships to specific botanical species. I am very grateful to them, for they have given me this insight and allowed me to witness their magic firsthand. I am overcome with a great and solemn thankfulness for the plant kingdom as a whole, and especially for the plants in my immediate life, who have carried my spirit into a space of healing and peacefulness. I feel as though the connection I have fostered with my own plants, and the backyard garden, has connected me to the wider vegetable kingdom. This is because they all are connected to each other. Through their roots they commune with the earth through a web of relation. Even potted plants, who have no physical roots in the earth, have a psychic connection to other plants and the wider environment- which includes us humans. 

Yes, there is still time to enjoy the fruits of the Sun. With every passing day, Nature shows us new mysteries to behold. And, if only in our hearts, we are able to enjoy an eternal summer. 

Chemical Experiments

On this the 24th of August, 2023 outside of Kingston, New York

I was finally able to produce the Oil of Tartar. We had a very humid two days this past week and I had my dish of potassium carbonate still sitting outside. Actually it had been brought in the night before and was starting to liquefy, but when I realized it was so humid, I took it back outside. And sure enough, over the next night it fully produced a beautiful clear deliquesce which I then stored in a small amber bottle. 

I picked up Frater Albertus’s handbook that I had purchased but never finished. The book goes into good detail of extracting the three primes of a specimen, and made me realize I may have more research to do before attempting the prima ens. Here I will share the recipe I followed for the oil, as found in the aforementioned book-

Materials Needed:

*about 1.5 lbs of potassium carbonate (Salt of Tartar) (Pure carbonate of potash) {sal alkali or lime}

*glass dish no less than 1 inch deep

-Add the potassium carbonate in a thin layer inside the glass dish, no more than ¼ of an inch thick (1-2cm)

-Place the dish where it will be exposed to the air until it is dissolved (by attracting water from the atmosphere) 

Some sources say night air (Stavish) Others just say Air.

As the Salt of Tartar liquifies (becomes deliquescent) it absorbs the water carried in the night air.

This Water, or humidity, is the Vehicle of the Universal Fire, or prana (Spiritus in Latin), and is most easily obtained in the spring and summer. 

-Filter the fluid (strain it through linen)

-Store the Oil of Tartar in a glass jar.

Though, one illumination i did receive one morning, or was it night i cannot remember, was that alchemy is carried on the air. And by playing in accordance with Nature, we can more easily take part in the creation process. This concept came to me after producing the Oil of Tartar- because I saw the process expanded yet simplified as I acknowledged that it was simply the exposure to nature that was responsible for the deliquescence of the potash. Though, it may be naive of me to discount my own conscious perception and awareness of the chemical process, and even my own desire for a result, that could have had an impact on the production of the oil. 

To reflect further, this Oil of Tartar is the liquified form of prana, however not entirely pure, as it is combined with the potassium carbonate. Possibly, the next step would be to rectify this oily mixture, which may produce the pure essence of the Breath of God. 

I grow tired, and want for sleep now. It has been a long, and good, week and I am looking forward to taking a rest this weekend where I can focus more inward and contemplate my life. I also look forward to reading more from my books and walking further down the path of the great Art. But for now, I shall retire to my bed where I will surrender into the arms of my mind, and rest my body in the comfort of night. Though I am faced with troubles and stressors, I am honestly happy and excited to continue living on as I am and exploring everyday the beauty of God’s creation while learning what I can about His mysterious ways which Nature whispers through the wind and each ray of light. Light, the delicate untouchable yet strongest entity en manifest.

The Current State of Things Pertaining to My Life and WESLAH

On this the 8th of June, 2023 in Brooklyn, New York

I have a little over a week left here in this era, and then I will be moving upstate to the farm in Kingston. Many emotions fill my thoughts, and questions of how, what, and why present themselves often. In my dualistic emotional being- I am partly so excited for this new chapter. I am very much looking forward to the embrace of nature and to leave behind the concrete trappings of the city. I am so excited to be able to drive my truck, give Rocky a more wholesome life, and detox my aura from the city. I look forward to sublimating with Nature, and bathing in its majesty, allowing its mercy to wash over me, removing the dredge that has accumulated from the years of city life, which I believe has been so toxic to my self. My heart is yearning and happy for the prospect of spending days outside in the sun, surrounded by the magical trees and inherent happiness of the natural fauna, an ecosystem which I wholly hope to become a part of and nurture, while cultivating the flora as well as the being of arcane light within myself. I look excitedly at the chance to form a deeper relationship with the Earth, as well as myself and come closer to the true being of my existence. 

Though all these happy thoughts permeate my being, I have been questioning what it is that I will really do moving forward.. How will I survive and create resources for myself? How will I make money to sustain myself and my work? What does that work even look like? I do enjoy creating WESLAH, and want to dive deeper into its philosophy and creations. I do desire to create a highly profitable craft and business, one that sustains my everyday life and future dreams. I will create a brand that funds my dreams, and those who I love. I want to be able to take care of my parents one day if they need to, or even just to treat them to wonderful things and experiences, like they have done for me. I question if WESLAH will ever really afford me this. 

I want to become more powerful and confident. In myself. In my work. In WESLAH. I think this is so important to obtaining the vitality and magic that I so seek. I think right now I am just in a slightly hard moment because I am shedding so many things, and preparing to move forward into a higher power and way of being. It has almost felt like the darkness of the city has realized that it will lose me, and is trying so hard to pull me down back into it. I see in front of me a golden shining light that is my life upstate. My move coincides with my birthday and Midsummer, which seem so very fortuitous. I am grateful to God for giving me this opportunity, and proud of myself also for making this happen. 

Once I arrive at the farm, I plan to settle in a bit and get everything set up in my new home. Become accustomed to the land there, and just quietly bathe in the beauty of my surroundings, surrendering to the sun and the arcana viridia around me. I feel that once there, the dark fog that has lingered too long over my heart will begin to dissipate and my virtuous path will be more clear to me. I do feel the flame of WESLAH still burning within me, and can sense a future where all my desires are manifest. I want to prolifically create the visions that I am blessed with, as they are gifts from God which I only wish to be the steward of their creation for the glory of Nature. And it does so very much bring me pleasure and happiness to create things of beauty, and to use them as a way to connect with others. 

I think my vision will become more clear once I leave the city. I want to be less distracted by social media and the chaos of society, so I can focus more on my talents and hone my skills.