Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Welcome to my personal soapbox. Here’s where I get to parade a little piece of my own life and on this page, you'll find links to a lot of my creative output. I am of course, especially proud of my music and poetry. Both of these art forms reflect deeply personal strivings for a unique voice that I hope you’ll find both aesthetically pleasing as well as deeply illuminating. I'll make a small apology for the recording quality...but the raw quality adds to a flavor that once existed in the New York scene. The decades of the 80’s ev and 90’s ev exploded with creative energy in all media and were very fruitful for me on a creative level.
All these works hold great personal meaning for me. I found myself inspired by writers like Andre Breton, Rimbaud and Walt Whitman. Van Gogh, Dali, Picasso and Duchamp gave me visual fields of wonder as I reached into a Bohemian philosophy that saw Western Art as the Yoga of the West. A favorite memory is going to a Ginsberg poetry reading, meeting him afterwards and sending him a copy of the recording I made along with my poetry, which he read. He didn't really like it as he felt it was a time in poetry to 'get more personal' in the written word. But that he read it and wrote me back...a treasure!
As Nathaniel Hawthorne has always been one of my favorite writers, so also the Transcendentalists (Emerson, Thoreau, et al) and the Founding Fathers before them...I jumped into David Lynch films and even a Dali film wowed me. But the Cocteau films, especially 'Beauty & the Beast' and 'Orpheus' rang through an expanding vision of an American ethos...and though the Cocteau films were French, who of course, have a language derived from ancient Greek, also played into my thoughts. I valued much there as again the work of Rimbaud and Baudelaire as well as Tristian Tzara and the Existentialist philosophers. And the French had a role in the American Revolution.
These decades also have been a spiritual growing experience as per my Thelemic Aspiration. I first came into contact with the Thelemic community in 1986ev; joining the Caliphate O.T.O.. And by 1992ev, I was actively engaged in both H.O.O.R. and the A.’.A.’.. By 1997ev, I finally realized that masonic orders such as the O.T.O. and H.O.O.R. are little more than spuriously dysfunctional cults that seek more to manipulate than to edify and initiate. So again, I started a journey to find an original voice...a true voice that is solely mine. But I work now, to finding the core of myself and these last years have been an effort to work at my piano in an attempt to learn how to play better. These days, I am developing my professional credentials and getting familiar with living in the Capital District of NY; getting older and becoming more conventional in my approach to life. My evolution is in the temple of my soul, fused with the body of cells and the heart of my being.
So as you read through my earlier writings through the ‘Published Articles’ link, note that I was in a different ‘space’ at the time of these writings. Under the yoke of these dysfunctional fraternities, I had a lot to experiment with and a host of successes and mistakes in my work and my scholarship. Yet, I am proud of my development; even though some of the articles seem immature and poorly written to me at this time. More recent writings can be found in my books which are available for sale through Birdland Communications—along with other items—found, elsewhere on this site. Recently, in an exasperated moment, I professed my frustration to a friend. And he said to me, "but you keep trying." Yes, there's great possibilities in the sea of life. Try, try, try and try again...one day, I'll find Gold.
Love is the law, love under will.
Find me published online:
Center for Rosicrucian Studies
Poetry
I've fancied myself a poet since my teenage years. I give much credit to Patti Smith for showing me the
the wonder of visionary poetry. She really woke me up to my artistic nature. And for this, I've always
referred to her as my personal goddess and savior; from a point a bit tongue-in-cheek, but with reverence.
She created a rock-n-roll religion that was ecstatic and exultative as it was explosive and revolutionary. The
inspiration I drew from this was a wonder for me.
- (AT)Tentative Notes from the Squeaking Empire
Magazine Articles
Scarlet Hoor
This ill-fated magazine was created during my H.O.O.R. period when (1992-1997).
During my tenure with the order, I had my own Lodge known as A/OM Lodge. I have been involved with the
production of several magazines over time and this was the best of the lot.
-An Exposition on the Composition of Liber CCXXXI
- An History of the Cult of the Dying God
Warrior's LVX
This newsletter is still distributed by the Overseer of H.O.O.R.
These are the articles I contributed to that tome during my H.O.O.R. period.
-Black Testament of G.M. Kelly
-The Formulation of a Magickal Motto
Mezlim
This was a nationally distributed magazine that I was proud to be associated with.
I started writing for them around the time I joined H.O.O.R. It was a great magazine that has left a void
in its wake.
-Maturation and Creativity: An Awakening to Cycles
-Spirituality Now into the Future
-That Which Does Not Kill Me Only Serves to Make Me Stronger
Tarot News
This newsletter was created by members of Mensa interested in the Tarot.
When I came into contact with these people, I had already published my 'Whole Tarot Workbook'
and I became inspired to work on a re-write because of this tome.
-The Fool: Namesake of the Master
-The Magus: The Logos and its Creation
-The Priestess of the Silver Star or Midwife of Initiation
-The Emperor: The Authority of the Initiate
-The Hierophant: Mother of Initiation or the Vestel Virgin Returns
-The Lovers: Virtue of the One becoming the All
-The Chariot and the Adepts of Sacrifice
-Adjustment: The Equilibration of Opposites
-The Hermit: The Hermaphroditic Source
-Fortune: The Wheel in Perenial Motion
-Lust: The True Power of Command
-The Hanged Man: The Way of Love
-Death: The Dance of Initiation
-Art: Consummation of the Royal Marriage
-The Tower: Herald of Dharma; Harbinger of Truth
American Astrology
This is the most well known publication that has ever accepted my work. With this success, I
finally came to believe that I could be a writer.
PIAP News
This newsletter was created during my Caliphate period when (1986-1991).
During my last few years with the order, I had my own Camp known as PIAP Camp.
- Heaven Meets Earth: Geomancy and Astrology
- Subdue
Music
Joy (1991ev-1994ev)
My last rock band. We rarely gigged and weren't too aggressive on the music scene. Yet these I feel,
are the best songs I've ever written.
Paul Joseph Rovelli Keyboards & Vocals
Keith Karagan Guitar
Jim McCauley Bass
Glen Mayer Drums
The surreal is but a lullabye
The ordeal's an excuse to cry
Fly Bird
With silent word
I'm a dervish spinning
Down, down, down
Turning
'round, 'round, 'round
Turning; the sky engulfing me
Field of stars
Jumping sparks of light
Turning to the night
Turning; it's but a lullabye
Fly Bird
With silent word
Fortune can see
The sons of time
Speaking in tongues
The ancient books swell
In temples of light
We're dancing tonight
You lay out a sound
It echoes in my heart
Hear the Mountains Roar
See the white dove soar
The Bennu Bird flies
To the groves of Yama
The vision descries
Protecting Dharma
The keeper of fire
Plays on the lyre
He lays out a sound
That echoes in my heart
Hear the Mountains Roar
See the white dove soar
The wind chimes echo loudly
Soldier climbing despite the thunderous night
A step ahead the sky is falling
Streaming comets drawing pictures of light
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
Impassioned I step so discretely
Emboldened, I trust completely; enter the Sphinx
Chasing a magick vital current
Open energy shocks illumine the sky
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope; don't you know?
So many costumes, so many customs
So many ways we can dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to entrance
So many costumes, so many customs
So many reasons to dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to romance
The shaman speaks so deafening
Echoing a faith that's not of our time
Musicians holding 'holy orders'
Cartoon images screaming dutiful lines
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
Conditions for uncertain futures
Perdition is the fate of this tired race
Enraptured; 'tis the season
And dancing, we all build a new hearth and space
The lion is king through the end of the summer
The pumpkin aglow, introduces the mystery
The sun's cold, dark breath leads us closer to death
The moon's hollow glow gives us hope don't you know?
So many costumes, so many customs
So many ways we can dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to entrance
So many costumes, so many customs
So many reasons to dance
So many people, so many cultures
So many ways to romance
It's the Questions I Find (For Kevin Itinger)
All through the night
Let my eyes grace the sky
I sit, watch, sweat
And wonder why
Where there's hope
Can there really be pain?
When will I see you again?
I eat the salt that laces my meat
Forging a sweat
Jumping into the heat
Can heaven really be right through that door
I wonder what all the suffering's for
The lion's throne at the base of the jungle
A man at his feet, exciting humble
To fear the worst in the shadow of danger
To pour our hearts out
Is that what we're here for?
The chord of passion seeps into discussion
The whore's a god
The priest is a bastard
The dream shapes up in the night that I sleep
My body plummets, wondrously deep
It's the Questions I find!
My mind's afloat in the sea of dementia
My feet, they dance with the heat of inertia
The poison slips out into a red vein
And I notice it's you again
Quirking dry eyelids
And spasmodic muscles
Two lover's embrace
'round, 'round is the circle
The pelvis, energy unto the spine
The polis of brain illumines the mind
It's the Questions I find!
In a capsule of time, time, time
Send a message to me
Spin and dance on my heels
In time for three
Floating out on a long breeze
Make some good company
Roll and rest on my broken back
And give it time and we'll see
Feel the undertow
Just like mistletoe
Holding onto my sleeve
At the water line
Neck is doing fine
Death makes life so complete
Restless motion sent spin, spinning
Visions forming from sleet
I cast my eyes with a backwards glance
And take a chance with my feet
Walking sideways, a dance step
Stepping two ways in time
Slipping rhyme for a reason;
Still in season with the old witch
Feel the undertow
Just like mistletoe
Holding onto my sleeve
At the water line
Neck is doing fine
Death makes life so complete
Athletes running in fast fashion
Fire looms from their heels
I cast myself out off of a cliff
Into the ocean of chance
Swimming out a long, long, long distance
Stroking waves in sunshine
I cast my feet into the cold bottom
Giving up with my hands
Feel the undertow
Just like mistletoe
Holding onto my sleeve
At the water line
Neck is doing fine
Death makes life so complete
Heavy Air - (also see Transmission for the original version of this song)
Breath the air
Take it in
Charge your blood
With Energy
Vibrant chords
Hit your ears
Mystic chants
Stir your feet
Prana!
Feel the earth
At your heels
Touch the sky
Between your eyes
Prana!
Misty waters
About our lives
Colored ripples
For our minds
Prana!
Solar winds
Lunar tides
For a vision
I close my eyes
Dream a dream
I'm lying still
Take a breath
Capture my will
Prana!
(See Transmission for original version of this song)
Meaningful Prayers (for Gail)
Meaningful prayers drift by
Tossed in the air, they fly
Silence and songs to sing
Four bells and a gong that rings
Feminine mystery
Haunting and lonely
Trapped in a room, she breathes
Her fear is a sword she sheaths
A mystery ride runs by
The lover inside can fly
Feminine mystery
Haunting and lonely
Ever so lovely
Every so lonely
Loving so sweetly
Shy and discretely
Fall on rhyme and sing
A wonderous chime to ring
Hiding from night she cries
A bird will take flight, so high
Feminine mystery
Haunting and lonely
Feathers and beads and things
He waits and he pleads and sings
She's off on a lark to dream
A penniless spark, it seems
Feminine mystery
Haunting and lonely
Ever so lovely
Every so lonely
Loving so sweetly
Shy and discretely
Love and life
And time and time
Will her world
Be shared with mine?
Can she see
The prayer in me?
Will she share
Her secet dream?
Pull me to bits
If you want, you can have me
Shake me to the depths of my soul
Leave me small piece of mind
If you want to
Use me anytime that you like
Use me a little
Touch me a little
Show me all the gifts that you have
Together we're winners
Tracing a skyline
Placing all our dreams in the clouds
Pieces of sky
Are like droplets of silver
Give me gold coins from the sun
The tears on my face
Are the wings of my spirit
Guide me like the wind through the trees
Use me a little
Touch me a little
Show me all the gifts that you have
Together we're winners
Tracing a skyline
Placing all our dreams in the clouds
Let's open our hearts
Reach for the gold
Taking it to the very limit
Climb on the back
Of a large screaming bird
Saddle her up and we're off and running
Lady Finger
Swimming Moon
Touching Member
Harpoon!
Lady Finger
Full of Grace
Bloody Monthly
Sacred Race
Legends live to make us swoon
Riding sunbeams from the Moon
Poking angels in the eye
The battle cry...Harpoon!
Lady Finger
Licking grease
For a fortnight
We increase
Lady Finger
From above
Thumping heart
Goddess love
Legends live to make us swoon
Riding sunbeams from the Moon
Poking angels in the eye
The battle cry...Harpoon!
Fiery chariots
Raining from the sky
Looking down
Mother waves good-bye
Holy Angel
Shouts of soothing words
In a moment
I fall upon my sword
Upon my sword
Lady Finger
Scarlet whore
Swiming urchin
Doth adore
Lady Finger
Shining tooth
Lord of Vengeance
Reign of Truth
Legends live to make us swoon
Riding sunbeams from the Moon
Poking angels in the eye
The battle cry...Harpoon!
Love my son, love
These are the first words
I'd say to you
For the heaven's above
Chasing rain
And the morning dew
Red letter written on the wall
By goose-necked horses in racing stalls
Screaming birds with wings a-flame
Raging bulls calling out my name
Mansions of dreams
Chasing phantoms
And morning schemes
Creating options abroad
Dusted circles
On fertile ground
Red letter written on the wall
By goose-necked horses in racing stalls
Screaming birds with wings a-flame
Raging bulls calling out my name
Here comes the
Ranger of light
Riding steeds through
The raging fire
Surging visions
For the night
How I thirst
For the dancing squire
Red letter written on the wall
By goose-necked horses in racing stalls
Screaming birds with wings a-flame
Raging bulls calling out my name
You can't save yourself
From the view of your mind
In the night we falter
Such a do or die game
Why don't leave it behind
To some other time
But angels can fly
To the highest aethyr
Leaping about
With magnetic laughter
This race is ruse
This game that we play
Hard for keeps and glory
Some facts are all lies
So we subscribe what we see
To the highest standard
But angels can fly
To the highest aethyr