Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Man

This song is dedicated to all women,

condemned to be mothers and

babysitters of their companions,

who still dream that one day

they will be held by a MAN.

Lyrics can be found here

Thursday, November 6, 2008

On Work and Rest

When you work, WORK.
When you rest, REST.
Everything in the middle
is time wasted,
shameful for man.
the more you Work,
the more you can Rest.

The more you can Rest,
the more you can Work
Work and Rest are
the Yin-Yang
of Conscious Man.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

On Yes & No

My burning Question was: how can the Yes prevail over the No?
I received this Answer:
You should know that the Yes comes first.
The No cannot exist by itself, the No is always a No standing right in front of its Yes.
Yet, the Yes which comes before the No, knows itself not.
Therefore The Eternal allowed No to rise.
Now they stand, eternally, one in front of the other,
like a Male and a Female.
If the Yes say yes,
No replies no.
Pain and grief follow.
And now the answer to your question, thou son of man:
If Yes says no to No, Yes loses and dies.
Then, grief-stricken, No dies as well, because the No need the Yes, to be.
But: if the Yes tells yes to No, standing its ground, if the Yes is ample enough to embrace the No,
Yes wins. No then dies, but is born again, within a new Yes, which is a Yes carrying a No, as a Man embracing his Wife.
Son of man, hearken to the Story of Yes and No, keep it in your heart, and live.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Dancer and The Voice

We have talked enough, Woman, You and I, You and I

Why talking when You can dance ?

Why talking when I can sing?

Let My Voice be the magic thread over the abyss

Let Your Foot balance over that magic thread.

My Voice and Your Foot are One

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

A Prayer

There is an Appointed Time for Prayer.

This is a Prayer for the Night Of The World,

when dark spirits prowl on the souls of men:


Qul 'A`ūdhu Birabbi An-Nāsi

Say: I seek refuge with the Lord and Cherisher of Mankind,

Maliki An-Nāsi

The King (or Ruler) of Mankind,

'Ilahi An-Nāsi

The God (for judge) of Mankind,

Min Sharri Al-Waswāsi Al-Khannāsi

From the mischief of the Whisperer (of Evil), who withdraws (after his whisper)

Al-Ladhī Yuwaswisu Fī Şudūri An-Nāsi

(The same) who whispers into the hearts of Mankind,-

Mina Al-Jinnati Wa An-Nāsi

Among Jinns and among men.


PS Dr. Mistero thanks his Fellow Seeker, Maria, for reminding him of Surah 114 when it was needed.

Sunday, September 28, 2008


What is dryness? It was said that Earth is cold and dry, Fire dry and hot.

Embrace then Earth and Fire in a single grasp, and you will have dryness.

Dryness is the domain of Seth, it is the Desert.

Water has left the Earth, calcinated by the patient heat.

In the Desert, only the fiery Sun and the Dry Earth.

It is a trial, a silence, a pause.

At the end of forty days of Dryness

a new unspeakable Life

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Humid Earth

The Earth is good, it is the Matrix, but if you want to obtain the Fixed Salt, you must dry it first. True Earth is dry and cold, humidity must be lured out, patiently, and carefully preserved.
Dry your Earth, keep the Blessed Water, and then seek the Fire of the Earth, the Dryness common to Earth and Fire.
Then, and only then, the King and his Queen are ready...

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Right Choice

You disperse the power of your intent, wishing and wishing not, hesitating, indecisive, vacillating, like a giant with clay feet.

Shed light resolutely on the matters at hand, and DECIDE. Use the mighty axe of your will and separate the yes from the no.

Do not fear error: the only real sin lies in hesitation

Friday, August 15, 2008

Breathing Fire

"the wise seeker must safeguard his breath from heedlessness, coming in and going out, thereby keeping his heart always in the Divine Presence; and he must revive his breath with worship and servitude and dispatch this worship to His Lord full of life, for every breath which is inhaled and exhaled with Presence is alive and connected with the Divine Presence. Every breath inhaled and exhaled with heedlessness is dead, disconnected from the Divine Presence."

You breath in air, but fire goes in too.
A magic substance that gives life and power.
If you lack attention,
you will breath this precious fire out.
Strive to keep it in, gently but firmly.
Fill yourself with the fire inside the air,
by merging attention and breathing.
Let the fire inside the air
accumulate in your body,
Do not let one breath be wasted.
Hosh Dar Dam
Attention in Breathing
This is the main key

Thursday, July 31, 2008

The Ballad of the Four Queens

Once upon a time,
long long ago,
there was only one Queen
surrounding Her King
from every direction
she had no color,
she had no form

He called Her
My Endless Power
She called Him
My Shining Eye

Love was their Law

Then, much later,
the Queen split in two
like a hatching egg:
two Queens there were
one Black
one Red
at the opposite sides
of the world
two twin sisters
outwardly enemies
inwardly friends
facing two Kings

Much time passed
(or perhaps not )
each Queen
filled to the brim
split in two:
two seeds each

Hearts & Diamonds
Club & Spades

each on one side
of the vast world
eternally revolving
in the magical wheel
like a snake
eating its tail

Four Queens
Four Kings
and no one
in the Center

Then, after aeons
of mad play
the Kings turned
into Knaves
serving their Queens

and the Story began...

Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Wheel of Fortune

Steadiness is an illusion.
Things always change.
They move up, or down.
Learn to hearken
to the sound of the Wheel.
You cannot stop it.
Move on.

Saturday, July 19, 2008


A Snake eating its own tail.

Does he know it?

I think not.

The beginning does not remember
the end,
yet the end is all in the beginning,
and the beginning in the end.

Let the beginning know the end
the end know the beginning.

Let each end be the beginning,
each beginning to be the end.

Kill the gap between the two.

Cut the Ouroboros,
go beyond the insanity of Time,

be free at last.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Seed and the Fruit

How can anything be multiplied without a seed?
Hearken what the Sages tell you.
You cannot go beyond that.
The Work is simply to identify the proper seed, and let it grow.
Each seed its own fruit.
Why forcing the hand of Nature? You can simply be a good farmer in Her lands, help Her gently to bring the seed to fructify.
Anything else I call violence.
The Work is this: to learn the Law that links the Seed to the Fruit.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Aqua Regia

A true alchemist must know the function of corrosive waters, particularly Aqua Regia

Aqua Regia dissolves gold, thereby separating it from impurities. Later, one can recover the metal by precipitating the solution.

Do you know how to use Aqua Regia without burning yourself?
Do you know where to find it and how to apply it?

Use the corrosive waters with utmost delicacy, and do not complain if you have burnt your hands:

it will be your own fault.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Gray Wolf

Sometimes I feel like a wolf.
A big, strong, free gray wolf.
Sometimes I am a wolf.

Look at his eyes:
masculine, aren't they?
Yet, they are a bit sad.
And why not being sad?
Sadness is deep and sweet.

To be a gray wolf is this,
to be powerful,
absolutely free,
yet never afraid
of being sad
and howl

Sunday, May 25, 2008


A bike is a lump of metal, yet is made of fire.
You jump on its saddle, you feel the Flame.

Flame of Freedom,
Flame of Power.


Fire is good.

it also

Sunday, May 11, 2008

When Lead Transpires

Lead is the coarsest amidst the traditional seven metals of Western Alchemy.

Its color is grey, and it conveys la pesanteur, a grey heaviness of the soul.

Its planet Old Saturn, bestower of dark melancholy.

Lead sings its dumb song in a baritone key.

Yet, it is written that thou shalt seek the Spirit of Metals under the Seal Of Saturn.

You will let lead transpire, till its precious sap comes out of its grayish grave.

But how?

Similia similibus solvantur.

Thou shalt meet lead with utmost kindness, wash it with amorous tears, till it sweats drops of love.

Saturday, May 3, 2008


All day long, The Golden Town is infested by tourists, like swarms of flies pestering a dormant Cyclops.

But Sacred Night comes at last, and Stare Mesto is once again what it always was:

a place of sacred rites,
a place of ineffable magic,
a place of blessed silence.

I walk the dark lanes of Praha like a mature man coming back, after a long distracting journey, to his cherished home.....

Saturday, March 22, 2008

From Gold to Gold

Aurum igitur aurificandi verum, unum, solum principium esto.
Thus let Gold be the true, one, and only principle of making gold.

And so it is.

Where else could one hope to make gold, if there is no gold to begin with?

If you are determined to make gold out of your life, seek the gold that
is already inside of you.

It may be a small amount, but it is real.

And that, My Friend in the Work, will suffice.

Thursday, March 13, 2008


You say
you have
You are

Will is not wish.
Will is not desire.
Will is not want.

What is Will
It is a Power
that makes

your Will,
by not
you do

Turn all
your wishes
into Will,
or let

Monday, March 3, 2008

The Fire of the Earth

Visita Interiora Terrae.
Rectificando Invenies
Occultum Lapidem.

Thou shalt visit the interiors
of the Earth.
Where else can one expect
to find the Stone?

The Earth is cold and dry,
yet there is a Fire hidden
at its very core.

The Fire of the Earth.

That Fire
you need
for the Work.

That Fire
will dry
all the diseases
all the pains
all the griefs.

That Fire
thou shalt

Friday, February 29, 2008


Movement is good.
Stillness is better.

Do not move.
Learn how
to be still.

Do not move.
Teach the body
who is the Master.

If you can be still,
the key of power
is yours.

Then, and only then,
movement will be
like a butterly,
flitting from
flower to flower.

Do not move, I say.

Then you will learn
that stillness
is the very center
of movement.

Saturday, February 23, 2008


After clean White, the Rainbow of colors.

But, at the end, the most vital of them, the seal of perfection, Red. Not a dull, obtuse red, a glowing red instead, purplish, brimming with unlimited, unspoiled Life.

Red, like sacrificial blood.

Red, like endless passion.

Red, like blazing fire.

Red, like Gypsies Flamenco.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


Black. Always. Where else can one start?

Dark is the Prima Materia, and to the darkest black shall we veer, resolute and firm.

But, after that blackest of blacks, pure White emerges, unexpected, bright, clean, lunar white.

Like a dove in the morning.

Like hope and grace in the midst of despair.


It is waltz time.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Why this fascination with Tango? Because its basic color is black. There is a fundamental rigidity in its steps, almost rigor mortis.

And yet, it is not dull rigidity, but the display of control.

Passion channelled by control.

Magic of separation.

Poetry of delay.

I love Tango.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

The magical fly-whisk

I own a magical fly-whisk, which I acquired long long ago in central Africa.

I knew it was mine from the very first moment I saw it.

I felt its power, when I handled it.

She said to me: -take me home with you-.

And so I did.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Three Roses

A man must have a blazon. His blazon. I found mine:

Three Roses
on a single Stem
in a field of gold

Three Roses
not One

The First:
Jet Black
like the Night
and Sin

The Second:
like Milk,
and the Bright Day

The Third:
like Blood,
and Searing Fire

Three Roses
on a single Stem
in a field of gold

Three Roses
in One.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

The Sign of Command

There is a source for everything, under the sun and the moon. My fascination for the night and the occult (i.e. what is hidden) can be traced back to this serial of so long ago.

Il Segno del Comando, The Sign of Command, with its marvellous dark Rome, and Carla Gravina as the beautiful Lucia, long dead, yet roaming about in the alleys of the Eternal City, like an unfathomable and everlasting ghost.

And the exquisite song, Cento Campane, with its enchanting twists....

But, chief and most important of all, was the title itself:

The Sign of Command

Thursday, January 10, 2008

The Queen of Diamonds

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She'll beat you if she's able.
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the ones
That you can't get.

Eagles, Desperado, 1973.

Quite prophetic and true.
I always knew the Queen of Heart would be my best bet.
But, how can one forget the challenge of the previous line?

She'll beat you if she's able.

Indeed she will.
But, I am not here to have a easy life.
What I want is strife, to grow.

I''ll always welcome my Queen of Diamonds.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

One Year After

One more year of silence.
I have hesitated for too long.
Now, it is my time.