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Cat Queen of Castle Hill

Boxing day was a trip to visit a very old feline Queen-friend of mine who once ruled Cherrybrook, but now rules Castle Hill. I then burnt my cakes walking the Edgecliff backroads home.

 

The Pied Piper of the Blue Mountains

Taking my nieces down to the pond to look for tadpoles and frogs

 

Incantations by Paneye (2022)

                                                         

                                                       

Incantations by Paneye 2022

Download here: Incantations 2022

Words, Music, Voice by Will Treffry

Photos by Johahn

Art by Pair and Will Treffry 

All recorded 2021-2022 on Ocean Street aside track 11 partially recorded 2019 in Paddington

1. Wrinkles My Grave

2. Descend Beneath The Moon

3. Under The Night Of Pan

4. They Live In Your Blood

5. Vows Forgetfulness

6. Honeycomb Lungs

7. Darkness Shines

8. Groom Solemn Wings

9. Where Grey Clouds Pass Me By

10. Emeralds From Paradise

11. Weep Me Dust

12. I Inherit Sleep

13. The Summer Died

14. You Wear Boundlessness 

 

Lyrics

Descend Beneath The Moon

            ~

Moon eyes 

Staring down at me

In the twilight

Big round eyes

Brim with lakes

And cry

          ~

Under The Night Of Pan

             ~

The solid ground is fragile

The void

Of sky and space is eternal

Nothingness is permanent

Anything

Solid can be broken apart

The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots

Out from the earth and followed him

Stepped on a diamond lattice

Of clay

And rotten leaves

Broken open he

Disappeared beneath

The forest

The moon above whispers

All that is great

Is built upon pyramids of sorrow

               ~

Honeycomb Lungs

              ~

The tide

Sweeps me away

Horizon hides

Behind screens of turquoise rain

I'm going insane

So I'll hold my tongue

Silent red eyes

And honeycomb lungs

My brother nearby

In a ghost gum cave

Resting our minds

On this quiet blue mountain top plain

         ~

Darkness Shines

         ~

Fold the world

Bold girl

Hold and unfurl

A hole and a swirl

Powdered bones

A barren soul in a girl

So very bold

You broke apart my world

Time remains untold

It burns, smokes and curls

Elation buried in the South Pole

A hole and a swirl

We spoke of the gold

Tomorrow's slow

The moonlight bathed us in pearls

Saturn light bathed us in pearls

             ~

Descend Beneath The Moon

            ~

Moon eyes 

Staring down at me

In the twilight

Big round eyes

Brim with lakes

And cry

          ~

Where Grey Clouds Pass Me By

           ~

I don't know why

You continue to creep on my mind.

By the full moon's cliffside

I walk the dark coastline.

I climbed the mountain

Then you died

I live in the sky 

Where grey clouds pass me by.

          ~

Emeralds From Paradise

              ~

Swirling senselessly

I have no form, just a haphazard heap

Of dispersion 

Floating here for several years

On a river of your tears

Now I am a part of the current

I flow wherever it takes me

Face down I float in your stream

My melancholy life's but a dream

Emeralds from paradise

Invoked twice using blood

Emeralds from paradise

Her incantations turn me to mud

Purification and banishing

The comet tail

Always points away from the sun

Struck me down in the mud

Her incantations rained in a flood

And in your tide I drifted peacefully

The crimson currents filled up my lungs

              ~

I Inherit Sleep

          ~

I wish I had the ability to see

Crocodiles

Underneath the water

Succumbing to passion

I'm weak

Her pomegranate flowers

I inherit nothing but sleep

Life buries the meek

Underneath the tower

I inherit nothing but sleep

So I'll sail away underneath my sheets

My love for you burns me

Every single hour

I'll crawl away underneath my sheets

Your time with me was frozen last week 

In golden amber

            ~

The Summer Died

            ~

The summer died

And the image turned to grey

I made the pain

When I wove this sad maze

I reside 

In the lies

Of our temple of clay

 

new Paneye is imminent

Putting the final touches on my new Paneye album.

I have so many new songs for the Three Rings and Ten Moons album that I'm going to divide them over 2 albums.

The first album will be called Incantations and will include many psch-folk ballads. Three Rings and Ten Moons will likely follow a few months after that.

 

A Swollen Eve

A swollen eve

Sinking in the moon light's sheets

The sun recedes

leaving night's lace to weave 

around me

Photo by Johahn Chucci

Hey, wolf boy

I look in the mirror and what do I see?

Drained - my wolf skull beneath  

A glass luna beam 

Chinatown

Exercising my gimp leg in fish city. I've gained 10kgs since my accident in the mountains.

 

Art Gallery Cruisin

 

Went cruising the new art gallery extension at the Sydney national art gallery today. I was impressed with the new space they’ve created there and it’s definitely a place I’ll be visiting again. The art displayed was mostly mediocre, but the gallery itself was a magnificently designed temple. 

Computer Duster

Aaron Carter exited this world in his bathtub from one of the most evil addictions known to mankind - huffing computer duster.

I still listen to the Love album and I think it’s a masterpiece. I love my Love T-shirt and I wear it with pride.
 

Man of metal

This is what the inside of my left knee looks like now. I am now part man, part metal. I am a man of metal. As weird as it looks, I am now more or less back to normal. My knee bends and walks and squats just fine now, albeit with a strange, numb metallic feeling down the side of my leg. I've also got a large scar that looks like an alligator bite.

 

Occult Heartland

 

Recently I've started singing more openly about my occult interests and influences. With great pride and joy I have come to stimulate the interest of one of the world's foremost occult heartlands. 

Receiving 951 blog views in a single day from one of my favorite places is something I'll treasure forever. Perhaps eyelid temples is destined for entry into a holy book or 2.

Gig Night for Paneye

My first gig in a long time. I played for nearly 2 hours at El Roco in Kings Cross while the lovely Keira Wellard nude-modelled in the foreground. It all went very well and the audience was attentive and appeared to really like my songs. It’s inspired me to keep gigging and take my Paneye show out to a wider audience. 

The entire gig was filmed so I’ll post it later on. 

El Roco gig getting close

 

Under the Night of Pan

The solid ground is fragile

The void

Of sky and space is eternal 

Nothingness is permanent

Anything

Solid can be broken apart

The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots

Out from the earth

And followed him

Stepped on a diamond lattice 

Of clay

And rotten leaves

Broken open he

Disappeared beneath

The forest

The moon above whispered

All that is great

Is built upon pyramids of sorrow

Walking down to Cooper Park

 

Testing my metal knee on the steepest downhill street in Bellevue Hill. My legs are getting stronger and strrrrronger. There’s quite a bit of nerve damage and pain but I’ll push through it. 

Maudlin

 

Twinkle little maudlin star

You seem so near

And yet

So far

Floating there

For several years

On a river of your tears

killing the most beautiful thing I ever had - Paneye (reup)

Reupload of the music vid Johahn made. Something went wrong with the main link.

Link to original post: Here

I inherit sleep by Paneye

I wish I had the ability to see

Crocodiles

Underneath the water

Succumbing to passion

I'm weak

Her pomegranate flowers

I inherit nothing but sleep

Life buries the meek

Underneath the tower

I inherit

Nothing

But sleep

So I'll sail away 

Underneath my sheets

My love for you burns me

Every single hour

I'll crawl away

Underneath my sheets

Your time with me 

Was frozen last week 

In golden amber.

Gig time in the Cross

Playing my first gig in a while. I’ll be providing some guitar tunes for this nude drawing class in the Cross. 

Aquatherapy

Leg Building in the Eastpoint Pond

 

The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots out from the earth and followed him

     The solid ground is fragile 

and the void of sky and space is eternal

Nothingness is permanent,

anything solid can be broken apart.

The ancient trees drew their gnarled roots 

out from the earth

And followed him

      

Stepped on a diamond lattice of clay 

and rotten leaves

Broken open

He disappeared beneath the forest

              

The moon above whispers

All that is great is built upon pyramids of sorrow

False gold that turned to leaves

I was a worm

existing in mere minutes,

hours and days

This large aquarium

I live inside

isn't real, I say.

I'm surrounded by 

plastic grass

encircled in a dome of glass.

I crawl on plains of algae sand

swirling slimy grains I pass  

I see my owners

panning eyes

peering through the globe at me

I open my mouth to speak

but only shy little bubbles

trickle out

through my teeth.

 

Water - What axolotls have taught me

I am a fish lover and I’ve started keeping a large collection of different types of fish, including axolotls.

Since becoming a fish owner and aquarium keeper I have been horrified to discover that Sydney tap water kills all fish, including the notoriously hardy goldfish.

I must heavily treat Sydney tap water to make it liveable for fish, including removing chlorine and ammonia from it. 

Is this water that I want to be drinking? I don’t think so. I also break out in a rash every time I shower in Sydney tap water, especially on my face. Showering in filtered water (vitamin C filter) has resolved the problem. I also noticed my overall sense of health and brightness has massively improved after I stopped drinking Sydney tap water. 

Careful about what you put in your body ladies and gents! Spring water is a good option, although the ideal h20 is freshly melted glacial water from a mountain stream. 

The Greater Key of Solomon: Stronger and More Potent Conjuration

Warning: I am recounting a terrifying experience I had with black magick. I am writing this approximately one day after having this experience. 

Before I recount my experience with black magick, I want to provide some background on how I became involved with it.

I have been interested in the occult and esoteric religion for quite some time, having read a large number of books on the subject. From Manly P Hall to Kenneth Grant, I have found the literature fascinating. Although I was always undecided about whether I believed in it, I have appreciated how important it has been to many leading figures in history. 

Several months ago I was browsing an antique shop and found a golden Seal of Solomon necklace and I began wearing it as a good luck charm. My great grandfather was an English Freemason and my great grandmother is Jewish, so I found it appropriate to wear. I also recently inherited my great grandfather's Freemasonic ring and started to wear it too. You can see these items in the photo below.

Since I began wearing the Seal of Solomon, some unintentional and frightening photos of me have emerged. I started to suspect it might be related to the powerful hexagram I was wearing. You can see the Seal of Solomon shining brightly around my neck in the photo below, whilst enjoying a night of music and drinks with my old friend Barry.

Johahn, who was with me when I bought the necklace from the antique shop started noticing the eerie photos.

This brings me to the present and the terrifying experience I had with King Solomon's magick.

Three days ago I purchased King Solomon's Grimoires - The Greater Key of Solomon, The Testament of Solomon and The Lesser Key of Solomon. I was unaware of the serious nature and legitimacy of these books. I purchased them in both written and audiobook format to listen to while nursing my broken leg. I found listening to audiobooks in the evening soothing and I initially started with Manly P Hall's books. This led me to King Solomon.

King Solomon is an ancient Israeli monarch who became famous for his ability to control demons with seals and spells. I became increasingly interested in King Solomon during the course of my readings into the occult as it was apparent that he was the oldest and most revered of all the occult mystics. While I found it fascinating, I was unaware of the true danger involved.

As night fell, I put on my headphones and began listening to the translated audiobooks of King Solomon. These translations were made by Aleister Crowley (amongst others) who was the leading English occultist.

As I listened to the introduction of The Greater Key of Solomon, I drifted off to sleep. All I remember from the intro was the narrator warning of powerful evil spells.

What happened next is the most terrifying experience I have ever had. 

I had a dream, which felt more like sleep paralysis, where I was in my bedroom and strong incantations were swirling around me. Cold, strong fingers grabbed my broken leg, causing it to violently jerk up and down in a fit. It was like I was having a seizure, but it was originating only from my leg in powerful spasms. I could distinctively feel fingers drumming and tapping up and down my leg and the presence of an entity in the bedroom.

This abruptly woke me up. I threw the headphones off and looked at my audiobook. I had reached "Chapter 6: Stronger and more potent conjurations" which had been playing for approximately 2-3 minutes. The narrator's voice was chanting a spell.

I inhaled deeply and turned to Johanh, who had roused from sleep too, apparently from my leg's violent jerking and kicking. I told her what happened and she was scared and told me "I was dreaming that you turned your head to me, smiling blankly, while jerking your leg up and down and slamming it into the bed." Somehow we had shared a dream. It sounded like possession from what I've read in the past, potentially by a "mischievous demon". It felt like I'd been toyed with by an entity and my leg felt sore.

I have limited education around matters of conjuring spirits. Johahn and I both lay in bed trying to make sense of what had just happened, thoroughly spooked. I reminded Johahn of the Seal of Solomon necklace that I was wearing and showed it to her. I told her that I felt that I had left my bed, but in spirit form, and was floating around my home. I am fully immobile with my broken leg so it's impossible that my body left the bedroom.

The above image is an illustration I created to capture my encounter with the "entity".

From this experience I am now very respectful of the contents of King Solomon's books. My leg has been broken for 3 weeks now and I've been lying in bed since then, waiting for the bones to heal. The point being, I'm completely immobile and this book brought my leg to life.

Please be careful if you ever dare to read these books. There is real magick contained within its pages and I feel it must be greatly respected. I am hoping I don't need an exorcist.