I am a gender criminal. I am Unmale, yet I write as though I am a person. Driven by a Machiavellian mind and ego, Tiresius has risen through the ranks of the Autokracy to become Imperial Treasurer, has won over the trust of the Autokrator himself, and yet, has broken the society’s most scared rules: She has posed as a male for many years. In the eyes of the Autokracy, this gender crime is one of the most heinous a person can commit, and punishable by death. In this deeply etched speculative world, women — Unmales — have been relegated to non-person status with their reproduction strictly controlled. Their only role is to serve men, and to do so from the shadows. Tiresius’s rebellion against the Autokracy coincides with that of a Domestic — a female labourer — named Cera. Cera’s son, who was taken from her at birth as demanded by tradition, is the successor to the Autokracy. She is desperate to be part of his life and takes dangerous steps toward revealing herself to him, becoming a gender criminal herself. The fates of both women become intertwined as they are driven to discover what cost gender and power exact.

This book is about humanity. It questions the essence of who we are as an individual, as part of a shared community and as a species from various perspectives. We are seekers….We want to know the answers to the essence and intricate mechanisms of everything that concerns us and everything around us. What is it all about? How and why do things happen? We want to know the cause or causes. Is there an ultimate cause for who I am and who do we think we are? Frequently, we find ourselves contemplating: What course of action should we pursue? To live or merely to survive. As we strive to gain knowledge, it is important to recognise the essential role of effort in navigating the complex fabric of life. I believe that every individual, at various junctures, assumes the role of a philosopher, thereby engaging actively in the pursuit of wisdom and knowledge. Therefore, seeking answers to these fundamental questions is not solely reserved for intellectuals, theologians and esotericists, but rather it is a matter that should engage the attention of anyone possessing a modicum of rationality. The subject matter encapsulated within the pages of this book has been expounded upon by a multitude of erudite authors and profound thinkers, who have traversed the realms of knowledge and contemplation. Drawing upon my perception, I have attempted to reconnect the scattered dots, unveiling my discernment of the world and the essence of humanity. The resultant canvas, adorned with enigmatic queries, beckons us to embark upon a journey of introspection and enlightenment, ultimately leading each one of us to an understanding of who do we think we are. This is Volume I, and it covers the first section of mysteries. Volume II covers miracles and mythology and concludes with my own thoughts.

White Poetry To The Muse is a book of Pagan poetry. The book strives to recapture the ancient matriarchal spirit of The Great Goddess found the world over. Many world mythologies have been redacted by scribes with a patriarchal agenda at some time or another. Ergo, this book is meant to transcend these past endeavors of mendacity, and reconstruct the essence of the myths as they once were. The poems seek to reflect the beauty and chivalry once found in all clan-based gynarchies dating back deep into antiquity. Many of the poems reveal the veracious meaning of a given mythology; expounding upon the political and theological shifts of the epoch in question. In this way, the poetry is exposing the original beauty of the matriarchal themes and theologies; thus discounting any patriarchal recompositions of eschatological or political campaigning by misogynistic propaganda. These poems are not a reconstruction of history, but rather an allegorical reconstruction of Her-Story. These chivalric principles can and will change the face of modernity. As we, the children of the earth, grow ever more weary of war, famine and hate-mongering; we shall increasingly seek out the lost wisdom of The Old Code. By'r Lady of Birth, Love and Death Blessed be.