Essays

How a family of poisoners became the face of a hidden network of women in seventeenth-century Italy.

Here the Cyclops is a custodian of a forgotten civilization. The monuments have fallen into ruin, yet he continues to walk the ancient paths beneath Orion and the turning heavens, tending his flock and keeping the old measures. His singular eye is a symbol of perception and focus, to remind us that every enduring work begins by observing the world as it truly is.

Whether she existed as a historical person remains debated. Yet for nearly seven centuries, the story of a woman who rose through the Church disguised as a man to become Pope captured the imagination of Europe.

One of my favourite things about tarot is that the smallest details often open the largest doors. A recent question on LinkedIn asked what the four symbols hidden in the corners of the Fool card represented.

On synchronicity, submerged cities, and why The High Priestess arrived exactly when she did.

Mapping an 5,000 year journey from ancient scripts to digital futures Some projects begin as tools. Others begin as obsessions. In the wake of my essay The Long Memory of I AM, and while working on its companion piece, I Think, Therefore I AM, I found myself returning to a familiar question: How do words travel through time? Linguistically, culturally, mythically, geographically. Emotionally. As many of you know from my forensic folktale explorations, especially the Vasilisa

This is a deep dive into the beginnings of Human Literature. We focus on the The enduring exhortation of “I AM.” The “I AM” begins as ritual speech, becomes personal voice, is seized by theology as absolute authorship, is destabilized by mysticism, redistributed by revolutionary poetics, operationalized in political resistance, and internalized as psychological integration.