the greater works

His Whithering Benediction-webhis withering benediction

i been burdened with many secrets in my time. some secrets have been wrought through in the comfort of night work. others by hiding in the shadows during the day. it is the twilight labours which carry the greatest weight and which can teach us lessons in putrefaction and preach a gospel of calcination.

proprætorian LXVI
15×20, ink on paper
2017

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dclxvi

dclxvi-webthe beasts among men lay claim to an infernal heritage, in hopes it will excuse their lack of control or their lack of their humanity. there is an error in this. the beasts among men have not earned their right to kingship. true kingship is not earned through how well you can trample others underfoot, but by how well you can elevate yourself above them.

proprætorian LIV
20×20, ink on paper
2016

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sacramentSacrament - web

the beast is a god to whom we all are devout. how we choose to greet the beast is irrelevant. whether we make war with him or flee from his proffered light, the very fact that we can apprehend him is enough. every perception of the beast gives him another morsel of our hearts. but let not your heart be troubled. all the pieces the beast takes from us grow back in time.

proprætorian LIII
11×14, ink on paper
2016

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In Theatro-webin theatro doctrinæ immanis

i have spent so much time endevouring to instruct others in the ways of the soul that my own needs have been neglected. i have abode in this audient void of information long enough to understand the beauty of silence and the holiness of the empty, far greater than those to whom i choose to speak. i have come to learn that the voice of action, much touted, is only self-instructing when spoken through the throat of the monstrous.

proprætorian LII
15×20, ink on illustration board
2016

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saturnineSaturnine-web

on the days when i decide to, i like to take the chance to touch the world around me. i like to remember what the world feels like, even though my hands usually only touch sacred things. sacred things only retain their sanctity when contrasted with the mundane. even then, the mundane ends up feeling like a ghost of reality, while i wait patiently for gods to return.

proprætorian IL
15×20, ink on paper
2016

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the tacit apostasy

the tacit apostasy

there is a virtue in a lack of compromise. when one has established their praxis, their goal and their vision, a distinct danger emerges with any attempt to alter that course, whether on the part of an outsider of the visionary themself. the vision must override everything before it and everything after or else it is merely an idle dream. a true vision withstands any onslaught. the true visionary does not falter in their quest.

proprætorian XLVIII
15×20, ink on paper
2015

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the auguries of grief

the auguries of grief

the days come and go. not one has passed in which i do not remember and foresee the end of my days as a painful exhibition of regret. nothing stops me, and the memories do not slow me down, yet each step grinds slivers into my heart.

proprætorian XXXIV
15×20, ink on paper
2013

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ovum simplium

i am of the void. i will return to the void and re-emerge. everything there is illusion, for there is only void. everything here will be everlasting, for i am of the void. the imperium will endure for all time for i will build it with the wisdom of the void, so that it will not fall to entropy.

proprætorian XXV
20×26, ink on paper
2003

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vide libedo morto in cæruleus

the will cannot be enforced unless the serpent of the world is put into it’s proper place and understood. it is fluid, it is vital and it is indelible. it was unspeakably ancient at our birth and will be unbearably young at our demise. when the world is understood, or at least comprehended, there is a certain wisdom that is learned: lust and death are perpetual constants to the human who wishes to actually be alive.

lust needn’t be carnal. death needn’t be physical.

proprætorian XXII
11×14, ink on paper
2003

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galatea

there is an error in the belief that one can invoke an absolute based on petty desires. the best that one can hope for is a purgation of them and the clarity of vision to see them as folly. absolutes are not clothed in base vanities. they come neither in guise nor unmasked. they merely arrive and are known when they arrive. the knowledge comes when a shadow circles behind you in meditation or when a brilliance passes before you in a coffee shop. it does not come bidden. it arrives when you are prepared to receive it.

proprætorian XX
20×30, ink on paper
2002

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we are serpents in the limits of the earth

whether people elect to admit it or not, each person is a world unto themselves; contained and distinct. our individuality, however, does stem from a similar source. it is the folly of occultists that they lose sight of the effect of the great work while in love with the vast inter-connectivity of the universe. alas, they do not understand that the only ultimate connection we share is nothing more than a simpatico and a resonance.

proprætorian XXVIII
20×30, ink on paper
2007

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2 Responses to “the greater works”

  1. Looking to buy this piece still David 🙂

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