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About Me

My name is Oberyn.
I would know myself in all my parts:
First and foremost, I am a Dreamer.
I'm a Witch and Shaman-Priest of the Feri Tradition; trained and Empowered by Gabriel and initiated by Eldri Littlewolf, Dominic Elemirion, Cholla, Max, Elf of Elfwreck, Storm Faerywolf and Brian Dragon.
Having passed through the Gates of Night upon this mad Graal quest, I am Fae--cleft from the herd of ordinary awareness to walk the world a changling, dream-enchanted. I seek to shine as brightly as ever I can, a bearer of the Secret Fire. I tend to be quite mirthful, reverent and compassionate, albeit a bit macabre, and have a strong connection with trickster energy.
As a practitioner of the sorcerous arts, I engage in the black alchemy of self-gnosis, the reification of the Philosopher's Stone, which is the Witch's foundation and the door of divinity hidden deep within us. Along these lines I have interests in Zen and Vajrayana Buddhism, mystical Taoism, tantric yoga, and am also a Discordian and chaote.
Music and storytelling are the essence of my life. This is the work of the poet.
I find myself fascinated with the exploration of the fluid ladder of consciousness, and how these miriad dimensions of perception effect identity.
I'm also a student of critical theory and social psychology, with a focus in identity theory. In union with that, I'm very driven towards creating alternative community, counter-culture organizing and tribal networking. I have a very anarchic, holistic, radical world view.
I'm a 4w5 on the Enneagram, an iNFp on the Meyers-Briggs scale, as well as a double Sagittarius with a Taurus Moon and a Blue Resonant Storm of Mayan astrology. Suffice to say, I have a lot of energy and passion, and more than enough strange and dynamic interests to sate my inner visionary.
If you would enter Morlyland,
Become you like the human child,
with slurpy tongue and sticky hand
Blood-loving, hip and crazy-wild.

- from "The morlywort" by Victor Anderson
First there is a mountain,
then there is no mountain,
then there is.

- Zen koan
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Can you look in the mirror and be honest about what you see? Can you hug the ugly things in the cellar? Are you genuinely curious about who and what you are? Do you see the journey as an adventurous treasure hunt, or are you afraid to dig inside yourself?

If you can say yes to most of these, chances are, we'd get along swell.

Basically, I'm looking for other brave, dynamic, compassionate, and self-aware individuals, who aren't afraid of the wild sides of nature, and are willing to take a look beneath the surface of things and find their meaning in this quest called life.

AIM=ybarddgwyn YIM=oberonsolis

My Blog

Descendant

Passion moves steadfast my feet uponthe steps which I have tread before,and in my heart I carry wisdom's keyto stand before the burning door.Betwixt the pillars of Juj and Majuj,The Old Ones Above and...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 18:22:00 GMT

The Mark

There is but a place in the child's keen heartthat opens and closes the secreted doors,that flowers forth with the darkest of artsand sings out aloud the most ancient lore.Here in the darkness, a blac...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 12:06:00 GMT

Spring Is Here

Spring is here,heartbeatheartbeatand I can tasteit on my tongue and lips,the inky brightness of Summerabout to rush in upon us,spilling out from between the Mother'steeth and coaxingthe Sun to rise hi...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 23:36:00 GMT

Experimentations In Pen-and-Ink

We got stoned in a churchparking lot, each holding in turnthe pipe and lighter,under the umbrella, blue and gold,close enough to feel your breathand smell your skinas the raindroplets fell in a waltzo...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 16:43:00 GMT

Touch

Touched me in angular ways;No soft or rounded speeches-of-hand would do,But rather the deed was inharsh momentum-granting movements:a slap to the face(you left without a trace.)Heavy lyrical sightsda...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:41:00 GMT

Chaos and Sorcery

Excerpts from The Temporary Autonomous Zone by Hakim BeyChaos CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 02:11:00 GMT

A Farewell

My first Feri teacher and friend, Gabriel Carrillo, passed on yesterday morning.This is what my friend David, Gabriel's partner, had to say to the community:Dear Friends,It is my sad duty to inform yo...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 17:44:00 GMT

poem number whatever

I crashed with a dashon the floor;the spinning room spins bed pinsto my bedchamber wherethe dresser is poisedagainst the brick wallof my noise.There are no more bacon bitson the crumblingpapersheetwhe...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 01:29:00 GMT

The Wizard, by Paul Espinoza

- 1- If you come along and you dance with me, I will show you things that you'll never see. I can be the tallest tree, I can be much laughter. If you put your hand in mine, I will show you things in a...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 00:37:00 GMT

Ghosts

There are sleep in my sheepwith sharp razors for teethand black goop on their jowlssecreted from bowels.They sniffle and sneerat my maniacal fearof insomniac's strifelike a heart through the knife.I s...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 23:41:00 GMT