Drawn To The Dark; The Artist As An Occult

 

Turn the lights off …        - Ab Soul

 

To be an artist, is to be an observer,detached from the game of life. It is to stand by the sidewalk and watch others while you take down their actions and inaction from your subjective lens. To detach, one must first find the non-inclusivity and the misalignment with the tessellation of society. Finding no place and becoming an outcast. This misalignment could be intrinsic(inborn cynicism) or extrinsic (through the knowledge consumed).

You become dissatisfied and search, in your search you find spirituality and higher callings and find out about the third eye - closed and calcified in most people but through the ego death culled from the constant evaluation, undoing and denigration of the self that the artist go through due to his ostracization from society, invariably opens his. What he now posses as a third eye, is an eye that cut through the bullshit, scowl at the acting and folly, seeing through the shit they serve as caviar and pass. For if he is born out of loneliness he is alone and en-darkened but if darkness is the brightest light it means that in darkness he becomes enlightened.

 

Genius, often the result of unremarkable parenting kick start at the search of love, arms stretched and none finding, after finding the sun under the shade of one’s parents. Introspection is found, you got no one, but the book, your mind and your own mental evolution and re-calibration. You stop the sobs and the whys, start expecting the worst and thinking ten steps ahead.

The artist then bonds with his shadow his thought and his quiet becomes his solace, they never judge nor disappoints him, and at the quiet, his thoughts counsel him, advise him and even prophesy to him, for human remain the same greedy people every time, if you think about what they will do with their greed on full throttle, chances are you might be able to foresee their actions

Since can see far and broad beforehand You are an occult a demiurge, a god.

You are an illuminated one. Pain is your stigmata, your selection, your lack of a participation and inclusivity. And even in a noisy parties you find yourself contemplating like the characters of Terrence Malik’s movies, unable to find belonging.

Marijuana as a jar, a break out fom the this simulated reality and finally seeing for the first time, becomes the amplifier of the thoughts and true sanity As an artist marijuana is an affirmer of the cynical way of thought that things aren’t right with the world, while music reifies and serve as a constant catalyst

So we are drawn to the dark, the brightest of light to the calm, steady and un-distracting  Like William Blake, we are open the vessel man and make him more pliant to the world of thoughts We introduce him to sound the tool of transcedence You are a sufferer do your reach in with a conquering of fear, near death experiences, seeing of faces and complete randomness of action. For god is a verb. You can only understand life though the warmth of acts.

 The artists are drawn to the dark because it is the brightest of light, they bring with moments of truth and clarity, The time when the loneliness comes out,  And really talk to, advise and teaches them,We battle our demons and fight understanding in the dark, where our lotus flower blooms.

For we know that if we write just enough we will write our own damnation and prepare for it, as such nakedness bring questions to the fore, in challenge and evaluation becomes where he finds his transcendence

The artist can’t find inclusivity by all means, he can’t be happy, he has to keep digging in that well of loneliness, where he is sure to find sacred text, phrases and epithets to name the world by.The artist has to suffer.and he has to be drawn to the dark, for he as become occult and  meta human by pushing at the limits of human understanding, in the dark, the brightest of light.

 

 

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