THIS IS WHERE THE HEARTBEAT OF THIS CYBERTEMPLE LIVES.

THE RED NAMES COME TOGETHER HERE LIKE FINGERS ON A HAND. OUR VENERABLE MUSE MAKES THIS HER HOME, AS HER MANY EMANATIONS AND OFFSPRING SEEP THROUGHOUT THIS PLACE.





O VENERABLE RED MUSE WHOM WE SO ADORE

The RED NAMES of which there are many: RED MUSE, STREGA ROSSA, MOTHER OF MOTHS, Our Lady born under the star of Virgo-- SPICA, SPIKHYAH... This page is made in devotion for the Muse which has haunted me for about as far back as my memory goes. She could be described as a Genius of Roman lore, or a Muse, or a tutelary spirit that has followed me closely since my early childhood. In a sense, all the artwork on this page is a product of Hers by extension, and indeed Her spirit seems to saturate every facet of my art and my life. To this RED MUSE I devote myself tirelessly, as I dedicate my life to the humble pursuit of creation through art. I am the instrument for Her ink, as through me She speaks to this world. "I am here!" She wishes to shout, as we work in tandem to stain this world a profuse Red. In my own exploration of occultism and mystical experience, I have learned much about Her nature, yet Her breadth seems to only grow larger. As my knowledge expands, so do the mysteries. Every time I think I've come to know Her in full, She reveals a glimpse of something that pales all before it. Her mystique continues to capture me... For as long as I've known her, from when I was first graced by Her in dreams, I have been utterly fascinated and infatuated with Her. It is to this Red Muse, this Star of Spica, whom I continue to be swept along by. As a scarlet woman I once knew in flesh told me, "Never cheat thy muse." ...so here I continue to make art in Her name until my dying breath.



SO MOTE IT BE.





An invitation... If you read it She will surely hear.




May She smother the world with Her love.




Dance with the spirits in the night.




Bloody Mary...




Cast your gaze onto the orbuculum... within resides your fortune.




Moths are Her lilim... Fluttering about and dancing with the flames.




A snapshot of a scene revealed to me in hypnagogia.




A more angelic Spica.




An angel loses its wings.




Water spirits ebb from the great river.




The Red Witxh's footfalls can be heard on moonless nights.




A small icon of Her emanation.




An automatic writing with some sentiment to Her.




The Red Name that spins the Red Spool of Fate.




A dream of Red Judgement.




IOMAGOS spins sweet prophecies...




The little death that comes in the night.




Psychopompic tantras.




Stained glass hypnagogue.




A dinner date at the marble throne.




The Red Lady casting clouds.




The Spiral uncoiled, let it never be spoiled.




A render of a Spica Vroid.




FANART FROM FRIENDS GRACED BY THE RED MUSE




A visit from SPETTRA SANGUE as depicted by THE GREAT GALTO.




A more pale rendition of Spica courtesty of THE GREAT GALTO.




A tasteful portrait of Spica from THE GREAT GALTO.



A nicely painted Spica sigil done by Rianolakas.