Shadows of things reveal in the glow of candle flicker, what whispers call to me in the night? I am alone here, in this dark room, and secrets not meant for the light of day beckon me to travel within. This place, where only dreams and visions dwell…

A Magick Guitar

I have been customizing and building guitars since 1985, but in the summer of 2006, a project began to fashion a Magick Guitar.

-The Device-

One that can bring or be brought, one that can enhance or be enhanced. One that can guide or be guided. What I chose to ‘alter’ was a ’91 Jackson Soloist to become the device. Stripped down to the wood, reimagined to suit the goal. Like any instrument of magick, all things are done at the right time at the right place with the right observances to yield the desired results. The voice of the guitar is the bridge pickup. Below it is the alter, the heart, the inner circle with the mark and words of the spell infused to give it life and power.

Magnetic electric, electric magnetic, the key is the instrument the instrument is the key.

It was it’s first use that brought the others. Unintended consequences… The call was made, one answered. Then another… and another… They came by their own form and will.

Goings on at The Witching Hour

“The needed night arrives, soon it will be time… The area is prepared, all cautions seem to be addressed, I shall now begin.

Around the magick circle, each candle is lit one by one. Seven is the number, and from counterclockwise they each come to life, illuminating the middle area, only leaving the far extremities of the room darkened.

Firelight beckons the shadow world, are they watching? We shall soon see… The traveler is set for the journey. I step into the circle.

9:02… A look to the star alignment, a clear night, I am ready…

I now prepare the device! The switch is thrown, power flows through the apparatus, it is time!

Focused harmonic frequencies, strings of resonance, amplified by the manipulated characteristics of this room space, I will follow the patterns worked out from the forbidden manuscripts. The unknown awaits me.”

9:06… The fundamental is struck!

A chilling wind appears, making the candles flicker and dance and grow with swirling motions that I can feel all around my body, along with a feeling of cool energy that seems to pass right through me.

I strike again!

With the second comes fog from nowhere, slowly climbing and spilling outward to cover the entire floor surface and walls, seemingly sucking up to the center of the far side of the room as if something pulls at it. A loud roar of sound, like a great space has been opened.

I strike again! A third!

“The walls warble from an intense shock and start to break away! The fog pulls into a void! Nothing but pitch black at first, but within each moment the resonate waves start to separate things. There is now a here and there! The dimension of this known universe has been breached! Only the circle remains for now, evolving into a spinning perfect sphere, punching a hole through and granting movement. The massive vibrations push me forward, something is becoming visible! The darkness is now forced to grant passage! I see the other side…”

Vos obtestor, o spiritus digni, ut per manus meas concipiatis id quod facere cupio.

From the call of one came many. Guitars from beyond. The Magia series, the Demonia series, and others.

Phantasmaelectrix