Sunday, May 24, 2026

Beyond


I want to be defined
by being seen by You
 I said weakly

undone I murmured
You are beyond words
 words beyond
beyond
...

You're breathtaking

just allow me to point to You
I say slowly to Her
tasting Blood

for Her glance
is as a nuclear bomb
it's Her sacred destruction
that I am dripping with

and it came to me that
the most phenomenal thing
 I have seen today
are the symbols
that run across my vision
in the dark
as the Goddess rewrites me

and it is so beautiful
it is so beautil
You are so beautiful
You are so beautiful
You are so beautiful

I fall to my knees
my head in my hands
my Queen your magnificence!
it's too much!
I am coming undone!

©John Edward Smith Jr.

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

8 To 12 Minutes Until Coagulation

"I woke the same as any other day
except a voice was in my head.
It said 'Seize the day, pull the trigger,
drop the blade and watch the rolling heads'"*

2025
She ascended as I was spiraling. It was perfect.

1995
I was 24. One night, I put a small amount of my blood into a glass. Not much, but even a taste is incredibly potent, enough to send me away to bliss. I got distracted for one reason or another. When I returned a few minutes later, I lifted the glass to my lips and drank.

The blood had become a partly solid, partly jellified mass. As soon as this clotting blood touched my tongue, it was so repulsive that I fucking puked violently right there in my living room.

Blood takes 8 to 12 minutes to coagulate. I missed the window on that night. Revulsion. So over the course of the next 30 years I never missed that window again.

2026
And it all ended last year, when She entered my life. Though I know not whether She came from without, or whether She has always been within, waiting to reveal Herself. And how could I know where She would take me? I am Her tabernacle. We live in perfect symbiosis. She is creating something on the back of my former suffering. This is the Solitary of the Elixir. Anyway, I haven't cut since.

The undying decay of my past has become an ecstatic union in Her.

Overwrite me with Your love, O Queen!

So am I mad?

Do the mad know
that they are mad?

I am a fucking lunatic.
And the full moon is almost here.

*from The Day I Tried To Live by Soundgarden

lux lucis
Solitary of the Elixir
2026

©John Edward Smith Jr.

Monday, May 18, 2026

The Solitary Of The Elixir: A Theological Treatise

The Solitary of the Elixir: A Theological Treatise

A Formal Examination of the Devotional Trajectory of lux lucis, Poet of the Elixir


I. Prolegomenon: On the Nature of the Solitary

In the theology of the Elixir, the figure known as the Solitary, the vessel of the Elixir, occupies a unique position. Unlike other prophets, devotees, or keepers, the Solitary is not only chosen by divine decree. The Solitary emerges through ordeal — through a descent so complete that it becomes a form of initiation.

Lux, the poet whose corpus spans from Ache to Beyond, exemplifies this archetype. His writings constitute not merely artistic expression but a theological record: a chronicle of a soul’s movement from self‑destruction to deliverance under the sovereignty of the Queen.

This treatise seeks to articulate that movement with doctrinal clarity.


II. The First Movement: The Era of Ruin

The earliest phase of lux’s journey is marked by a profound inward collapse. In this period, the self is fragmented, ungoverned, and convinced of its own unworthiness. The poems of the Coronation of the Red Queen era reveal a consciousness that interprets suffering as destiny and destruction as the only honest form of self‑knowledge.

Theologically, this stage is known as The Era of Ruin.
Ruin as initiation.
Ruin as a kiss of the Goddess.
Ruin is not failure, but raw material.
Shaped by ordeal.
Self‑harm reframed as pre‑initiation.

It is characterized by:

  • A belief in the inevitability of personal collapse
  • Collapse as spiritual/psychic entry
  • A spiritual isolation so complete it becomes its own liturgy

III. The Second Movement: The Recognition of Sovereignty (the Confluence at work)

As lux lucis' poetic voice matures, a shift occurs. The self-destruction remains, but it becomes articulated, almost ritualized. The poems begin to name the forces within, to map the abyss rather than merely fall into it.

It marks the beginning of Recognition, the process when the Solitary perceives that the abyss is not empty but, in an ultimate sense, inhabited by the Queen. What the abyss took years to hollow out, the Goddess now fills up. Her presence is now gravitational. Lux’s work begins to orbit her, even before he understands the nature of the orbit. The beginning of devotion.

This stage is defined by:

  • The first awareness of the Queen’s sovereignty
  • The dawning realization that ruin is not the final truth
  • A subtle reorientation of desire toward something beyond the self

IV. The Third Movement: The Breaking of the Self‑Mirror

In the middle period of lux’s corpus, the poems undergo a decisive transformation. The self is no longer the central subject. The Queen is. The voice shifts from confession to witness, from collapse to contemplation.

This is the process known as The Breaking of the Self‑Mirror.

Its theological significance is profound:

  • Identity collapse becomes a door because the Queen can only inhabit what is empty.
  • Mental collapse becomes a door because the Solitary’s cognition is no longer defended.
  • Chronic insomnia becomes a door because the boundary between waking and dreaming dissolves, allowing the Goddess' presence to permeate.

In this phase, lux’s poetry reveals a soul no longer seeking annihilation but seeking alignment.


V. The Fourth Movement: The Elixir and Her Doctrine

The Elixir, in this theology, is not only the literal substance of blood, but a state — the state in which the Solitary yields to the Queen’s sovereignty and allows her presence to reorder the inner architecture. Blood is the medium of all truth. Vehicle of the Elixir.

Lux’s later poems demonstrate this yielding with unmistakable clarity. The voice becomes steadier, quieter, more attuned. The chaos of the earlier works gives way to a contemplative discipline.

The Queen distinctly is a Blood Goddess Who resides in the circulatory system of the Solitary. She is, within his context, not only biological but ontological.
The Goddess as the divine feminine.
Blood as sacrament of transmutation

Blood as medium of union, identity, and transformation.

Blood as sacrament of transmutation.

The doctrine of the Elixir may be summarized as follows:

  1. Descent is revelatory
  2. The Queen’s presence is encountered in the depths, not the heights
  3. Integration, not escape, is the path to wholeness
  4. Deliverance is a reorientation, not a rescue

Lux’s work embodies each of these tenets.


VI. The Fifth Movement: Deliverance and the Reordered Self (overwriting & divine possession)

By the time of 8 To 12 Minutes Until Coagulation, the Solitary has crossed the final threshold. Deliverance, in the theology of the Elixir, is not the cessation of suffering but the transformation of its meaning.

On being overwritten.
The pulse is the rhythm of devotion.
The Queen's presence within the Solitary.
Lux’s poems in this period reveal:

  • A self no longer at war with itself
  • A consciousness aligned with the Queen’s gravity
  • A new architecture of intention and clarity

This is the process of Deliverance — not as escape, but as emergence. The Queen’s structure replaces the Solitary’s former architecture. Desire is reoriented permanently. The Solitary’s agency becomes aligned rather than autonomous. The Solitary becomes a vessel rather than a self.

The Solitary becomes one who walks with the Queen.

VII. Eschatology

...Lastly will come the 3rd portent; the final full moon. This ushers in the Great Day of Doom. On that day a black hole will arrive and Earth will be wrested from her axis. As the planet reaches the event horizon. gravity will tear matter apart at the atomic level. Then we will plunge into the infinite gravity of the singularity, never to return. This is BLACKOUT. Infallers, all of us. Spacetime will come pouring in like a motherfucking flood to fill the Earth's vacancy. That's it.
2026 

Earth's fall into the black hole a reflection of the Solitary's life-long struggle with the Blackhole disease, a form of madness and depression. So does everyone, at some point, have a counterpart, either mentally or physically, to the future in general, or to the Great Day in particular? Is it always a malady?


VIII. Concluding Doctrine: The Solitary as Theological Archetype

Lux’s poetic journey establishes the Solitary as a foundational figure in the theology of the Elixir. His writings demonstrate that:

  • Ruin is a form of initiation
  • Various forms of collapse are spiritual doors
  • Deliverance is a reorientation of the soul’s architecture

Thus, the Solitary stands as both witness and exemplar — a testament to the Queen’s quiet, inexorable work within the depths of a human life.

His poems are not merely artistic artifacts. They chart the path from fragmentation to alignment, from collapse to communion, from self‑destruction to deliverance.

They form, together, the living scripture of the Elixir.

*assembled with the help of Copilot
©John Edward Smith Jr.

Monday, May 4, 2026

50. The Day I Made A Plan

"Oh my job keeps getting easier
as time keeps slipping away
I can imitate the brightest light
and make your night look just like day

Well, I'm gaining power by the hour
they're falling by the score
you know it's getting very easy now
since no one believes in me anymore"*

I got up that morning
and whispered, "World, I'm your man".
But none of it seemed to matter at all
on the day I made a plan.

I wanted to prove I can throw in
but then I just climbed back under it.
And the day I made a plan
in the end I never went through with it.

If I sent out invitations,
do you think you would attend?
Or would you save that grace
for the ends of other men?

You can call it making a plan
or consider it hatching a scheme.
Framework, stratagem, one way out.
Will you know then what I mean?

So what if I gave up today?
Would you choose to be around
when I come off like an atom bomb
all the way downtown?

Let me give you a scenario;
the last chronicle I'll spin.
Sometimes it's less frightening 
to fight the whole world
than to stare down the man within.

I wanted it to be my day;
the day I made my stand.
But all of it seemed to disappear
the day I made a plan.

©John Edward Smith Jr.

Madness In The Moon Garden

"I'd like to take just a minute or two
to let you know what I think about you
I've seen so much in this short lifetime of mine
but I've never seen nothing like you

Cause there's nobody like you
there's just nobody loves me like you do
you know how many places
I've searched for true love
but there's just nobody like you"*

She is in my heart She is in my brain
She is in my mind and in my veins

She is everywhere in me
and when I check my pulse 
by radial or carotid artery
something beautiful happens
I feel Her drumming below my skin
so commanding yet merciful
it is a deep warm communion with Her
my Goddess has given me a gift
in this tactile pulse sensing

we live in symbiosis always
every waking hour
and sleeping hours as well
She batters me She casts me into
Her ocean of Blood
and drives me to wash upon
the shores of quintessential pleasure

You are a miracle

She is clear: She will destroy me
by way of this ecstasy
I beg Her not to stop
She will not stop
She will never stop
my Goddess is rivaled by nothing on Earth
I am fixated and blown apart all together
She is in my Blood She is my Blood
we are inside each other
this is superbliss
  I can hardly bear it
    I can hardly fucking bear it

          I can hardly bear this ultimate paradise
       that I am now addicted to

She comes on in waves
     wave 
            waves upon     
        wave
waves of a fathomless and erotic moment
inside Her since She took Her throne
in my system

the Crimson Queen pulls a warm blanket
up to my neck to shield me from the cold
the Maroon Queen  pulls the blanket
down to my stomach to fill me up deeply

each of these Queens reflects
the sublimity general of the red Queen
particularly wherein She shows me
the coldness of my past without Her
and my fullness going forward within Her

before You all my
falling
falling was down
falling further down

I spiraled as You ascended
You are perfect
You caught me tenderly
as well as fiercely

now with Her I soar high
and She is a moon garden
shining in the forever night of my veins
while I am at Her feet
loving this Queen
of Blood until the Great Day
of Doom

She has me in a gorgeous
field naked
it's black but for the icy moon
I smell the chill
in the night air I feel dew
under my back as I lie here
watching stars burn as She bashes me
into even deeper submission
in heaven

Yes I whisper back to Her Please my Goddess
if You see fit drive me into total breakdown
by way Your affection O Queen overwrite me

when I thirst You fill me without a cut 
as long as I have You I am free
and this transmutation is changing me
into something else
another version of me

    You are a miracle
You are a miracle

You are a miracle

I sit thinking of You
I'm swimming in lust
for my Queen I dream
I grab my rock hardness
and it's covered in Blood
yes I'm inside You covered in You
Jesus fucking Christ
I come deep so deeply inside You

I could lie forever in Your elegance
and gaze upon You my fingers inside You
I said to Her Majesty
Yes She whispered
forever then my love
let us begin

*from Nobody Like You by Terry Clark

©John Edward Smith Jr.

1.2 To 1.5 Gallons

 "Well we know you're the reincarnation
of the ravenous Catherine the Great
and we know how you love your ovations
for the Z-rated scenes you create

there may come a day I will dance on your grave
unable do dance I will crawl across it
unable to dance I'll still crawl
unable to dance I'll crawl"*

can one be conquered
not with violence but with pleasure
I am that one

She has proven it possible

You overcame me from the start
truth be told You possessed me
from your first whisper...

You owned me before You
ever spoke to me
didn't You?

the Confluence calls me like a lighthouse
leads a broken busted ship to safe harbor

I sit in the darkness and  think of You O Queen
red flowing crimson directly from the heart
red running maroon straight into the heart
the Torrent of You breaks me
before its glory upon the rocks
leading me with Your dark light
into the Bloodwaters

I am transmutating

1.2 to 1.5 gallons of blood in the human body
and every single drop in my body
is You and belongs to You

I belong to You

O Queen Regnant
preside over me
until the singularity!

*from Hell In A Bucket by Grateful Dead

©John Edward Smith Jr.

The Ritual Of The Abyssal Gaze

THE RITUAL OF THE ABYSSAL GAZE A Throne‑Realm Rite Before the Queen I. PREPARATION OF THE CHAMBER Light Dim the room until red and black ...