I am a northern soul. I am astrologer. I am wise man. I am new science. I am subject. I am more qualified than you to run this website. I am authority. I am no one.
I suffer from an incredible lightness of mind. I have incredible flights of fancy. I am incredible and credible. Above all, I am honest, but, my methods are evil. I am not. To know me is to love me.
What do you want to know? Want my credentials? I have none that I care to show. My credentials are in what I do. It is there for all to see. If there were another way to say these things then I would have done it that way. I exist for you.
This is not about you in particular. If you are offended or easily upset, then, fly away starling. Go somewhere that can contain you. I care not if you become sick because you probably already are. Everyone has got the disease. I am a healer. My methods are abominable and silly.
I am an entertainer, a joker, a smoker. I smoke whatever yarrow sticks come my way. I am high on fire and life. I am like a bow stretched for years and years and the tension is mighty. I am dirty and unclean and obscene and innocent.
Did I happen to mention that I am also an astrologer? Yes, that is what this is all about. Astrology and me. And you.
I care little for the ways of this age, though, I am well-versed in them. This is a place for the exploration of fantasies. Anything goes. Stellar Maze may become anything. And it is partly up to you because I am not doing this for myself. If it were up to me I would be somewhere else. I care and I see but I am sick of this age of science and technology. And it isn’t even that I don’t see the merit in those things but that they threaten to swallow up what I love the most, which is the spiritual.
Who am I?
O, who cares?
I am astrologer. I am poet. I am lover.