Aquiline and The Monsoon Birthmoon

Image: Some artwork I did for a place near the great Hoshendra tree.

Good afternoon lords and ladies of the land…

It’s a stormy week in September and some new things and old things are taking place as I’m close to ending the writing process on this first Hadder record.

The day is getting away from me, I was hoping to upload a little video sampler clip of the dead rabbit track today, but instead I’ll settle for a little update on some things.

Music: Yes the rabbit tale is growing grandeur by the day… I’ve rounded the Solo section now and I’m closing in on the “out” of the song. A rather epic build out that brings back a lot of the earlier elements of the track… in a classic style. There’s some opera in there and some lovely crowd chants as well… “Dig Dig” they say. The one big obstacle left for me in completing the track is some lyrics that need some matching poetry for the front of the track… this is something that unfortunately could take a day or a week or two… depending on what words are coming down the golden stream at any given time. The melody is mapped, which is half the battle.

Website and Artwork: Yes the news section is getting a little bogged down, I’ll be doing a little cleaning and archiving in the near future to remedy this bogging. I’ve been doing a lot of artwork myself for the hadder world… aside from all the commissioned work I’ve been dabbling in. I’m having a lot of fun creating the world of evermore and the landscape that Hadder finds himself in.. you’ll probably see a lot more of this artwork and some of those commissions in the coming year. As I close of the writing process and begin a whole new set of goals, the book, a light show, rehearsals, videos, merch…. These will be the things I focus on in 2023.

Other things: last night I saw the name, Aquiline Aguiar, in a dream. I woke at 3:30 and wrote it down. I don’t know what it means but I thought it was rather odd of a name to suddenly imagine in a dream. Anyway, it’s three weeks in the golden stream now and I just never know what could happen each day… I’m literally strolling around in the matrix. The more I tap into this stream it seems the more I seem to pull away from the outside world. It’s more of a focused attention on the craft and the creation. Thoughts are just so precious these days… you really have to pay attention to what it is your seeing and feeling and thinking. A full moon is coming soon… my birth moon, and I’m all wrapped up in a monsoon swirl of ones and zeros…. Living in my butterfly world at the main gates to evermore.

If there is no path left, or you don’t like the path before you as it’s worn out and oversaturated, well…. Just cross over into the woods my friends and start swinging your own blade for a new path. I promise you wont regret it and there might even be an old abandoned house on the way… to rest a warm by the fire. Be well. Thanks for listening.

-j

John hadder and the Golden Stream

Image: An early portrait of John hadder, Diamonds father..

Good morning, a short Friday message as a lot is going on in the hadder camp. I'm in my 2nd week of meditations and I’m literally seeing the world as particles and energy. All things. You have no idea, or maybe you do.

I broke through some thick brush this week and found my way into the golden stream by accident… I can’t really talk about it right now as it’s still all so fresh in my mind and consciousness. It was amazing… such a thing even exists, and it was there all along. Shame on me.

I will say very quickly, some things have been reactivated to prepare for the release of all this work I’ve been doing.... @j_evermore has risen from the dead... feel free to stop in and say hello. I have some creative things I’ll be working on there in the coming months as the planet starts to feel the trickle of Hadder energy and things in small dark places look for places to wander.

I should be meeting with Ransay rather soon to finalize some solos and mixes for the Ramsay/Evermore tracks that we finished earlier in the year. They will be sent adrift with the rest of the Diamonds Hadder Record, along that beautiful golden stream I’m engulfed in these days…hopefully before I leave for my pilgrimage.

My mind is well on the Hadder Book now and the characters and stories I need to bring to life…. All while I finish up my last few dance moves with the Dead Rabbit. What a lucky tale that turned out to be. No pun intended.

Enjoy a little image of John Hadder, my father. There are not many images of John Hadder, some say he was 7ft tall, some say he had strange red markings on his face like scars that never healed.. and that his eyes were as blue as the Brakkil sea. This was an early rendition of him found in a book in Zabbles library, not sure if it's accurate. From what I can tell from the books I have read... he was a formidable specimen of a man.

Enjoy your life dear friends, imagine it deeply, and it could be very well so. I promise. I wish the best for you. Stay up.

-J (from deep inside the golden stream of consciousness)

AI: A message from Augustus

Image: An Artificial Intelligence artwork programs representation of the "Evermore Poem".

Good morning, it’s Friday in late “sextillia” or, as we’ve come to call it here in BOK, August… the 6 month named by the emperor Augustus.

A short update today as I’ve been enjoying that last push for the record, I actually slowed my pace and have been enjoying my beetle ridden rose bushes as of late.

Rather than a formal update I thought I would just talk today. I’ve been thinking a lot about entering into a deep mediation for the next month or so, to see if I can’t shift the balance of the fates. There have been other times in my life when I’ve done such things…. I seem to be in a very magical state of mind lately. Reality, if there is such a thing, is such a dreadfully illusive bore. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can almost see the fabric of time and space… or at least I sense it around me in the air. I’m sure I’m not the only one seeing such things. I wish it was always so, but there have been months and years when I lost touch with it all… like I forgot… or I was just so deep under the spell that I simply didn’t remember the old ways and hidden unseen things. An august crescent moon approached me yesterday morning… trying to get my attention… it first was softly calling my name in the dark above the roof tops… as I was singing and meditating. I was weary at first and thought I was dreaming or just cracking up…. I was still and then again is spoke…. “Johnathan”…. I opened my eyes and there it was, a beautiful moon hidden in shadow, but a sliver of sun I could see like a crooked smile.

“Johnathan… What's most important, is that you're here. A million times less important is what you do here, when, where and with whom.”

Hmmm… I had to ponder his words a bit. It was a reminder to me… from where it came I do not know. Well, it came from Augustus perhaps.

Life is confusing at times. So much of our life is based on circumstances defined only by what we have experienced or what we think… yet there is so much more. The inconceivable is always possible. But try explaining “Red” to someone who lived their entire life in a blue world, until they saw it with their own eyes… could you be upset with them for declaring there is only blue and no such thing as red. Would they even care and does it even matter? I heard an interesting thing this week… it was discussion about a person holding a flashlight… the discussion was focused on the fact that a flashlight can only see a 100 ft or so…. And that beyond that, you have to walk to see more. In the dark there are endless possibilities and places although if you just spend your days discussing the 100 feet or so that you see, well, the world will always just be blue “so to say”. The premise of the story was a little reminder to myself. A reminder of why diamonds hadder even exists. Hadder certainly is an idea with many unanswered questions… driven by what’s just beyond that 100ft of light. It makes almost no sense to even exist in this time, yet it does. I have no cool ending for this tale and I don’t pretend to have figured anything out, I do however like walking in the dark and I have seen the color red.

I’ll be meditating on this a while, during my midnight tracking sessions with the dead rabbit as my birth moon arrives soon. I hope you can find a little quiet place to close your eyes and imagine what’s beyond your own 100ft, keep walking… there’s a lot more to see. Perhaps we’ll see it together someday.

PS I left my "Evermore" poem under the magic willow tree outside of Remrod, "The Great Hoshendra, the gift giver" and when I returned there was a painting in it's place. Interesting image.

-j