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“The Flesh as the Axis of Ecstasy” Digital album + Digital Book ( 70 pages)

“The Flesh as the Axis of Ecstasy” Digital album + Digital Book ( 70 pages)

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“The Flesh as the Axis of Ecstasy” Digital album + Digital Book ( 70 pages with full color images)

In The Flesh as the Axis of Ecstasy, the flesh is not conceived as an ephemeral envelope, but as a vertical axis where desire is inflamed and the sabbatic vision opens its architecture. In the exploration of Austin Osman Spare's Zos Kia, focused on the body-sigil, erotic machine of embodied imagination, along with Chumbley's sabbatical liturgy focused on the flesh-grail, where symbols manifest as autonomous presences, this album embodies a transit in which sound is invocation and vision becomes a metamorphosis. The black vulture, as the central figure, does not appear as an emblem of death but as a guardian of trance, the devourer of the inert to transfigure the substance into an ecstatic vortex.

 

Each one of the 7 compositions through 40 minutes, opens a passage where bone, blood, and breath become a burning alphabet of desire; and the 72-page digital book prolongs that immersion, unfolding the hidden keys of scavenger flight, the pact of sacred animals, and the drunkenness of autonomous symbols that ferment in the inner coven. Here, the flesh burns as an axis, and on that axis rises the Sabbatic transition that unites trance, sound and metamorphosis in a single ecstatic act.

 

1. Atavism Incarnate in the Fire of the Vulture

The vulture rises like a black spark, igniting the atavistic memory that burns under the skin. A profound reactivation of the animal and witchcraft heritage that is awakened in the fire of the flesh. Here, the Sabbatic vision merges with the Zos: the sigil flesh as a living match where the ancestral manifests itself again.

 

2. The Grail of Black Laughter

The chalice contains no wine, but laughter that cuts like blades. It is the laughter of the coven, of excess, of the enjoyment that devours the solemn. In this piece, the grail is a dark liquid that poisons and releases, an incantation that dissolves the rigidity of the form through ecstatic drunkenness.

 

3. Death Posture, Sabbat Nuptia

The body offers itself in the extreme stillness of death, but in that same state the Sabbath union is consummated. Spare's posture is transmuted into a nuptial rite, and sacred union with the invisible, marriage with the shadow. A fiery fusion with the internal coven that consumes and fertilizes at the same time.

 

4. The Serpent in the Body of Zos

The flesh vibrates with an ancient host, the serpent that runs along the spine like a fiery axis. The Zos is shown as crawling skin, a living sigil that moves in a spiral, uniting desire and trance. The serpent is Spare's current and Sabbath mask at the same time, reptilian fire writing in the temple of the flesh.

 

5. The Pact of the Peacock and the Burning Flesh

The pact is sealed in burning feathers, as the peacock spreads its fan of flaming eyes over the flesh that is offered as a torch. Beauty becomes a wound, incandescence a seal. Here, the sorcerer recognizes that burning flesh is sacrifice and ornament, and that each spark is also an eye watching him from the other side.

 

6. The Resurgence of the Crimson Daimon

From the burning tomb emerges the red entity, a spirit incarnated in blood that rises as a personal and collective demon. It is the red daimon of ecstatic flesh, resurfacing with violence, demanding dance, possession, surrender. His fire is transfigured and the sorcerer allows himself to be carried away by the incandescent current of his own double.

 

7. The Song of the Unified Flesh

The cycle culminates in song, and the fragmented flesh, written, multiplied, is reunited in a single symphony of bodies in communion, where each part, each symbol, each larval fragment is integrated into a living chorus of Sabbath putrefaction and resurfacing in the body of Zos. The song is embodied breathing, a vibration of the flesh that is recognized as an ecstatic axis and as a perpetual temple.

 

"A current where sigils crawl from the flesh and dreams mutate into living masks.”

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