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Jan 17, 2026 · MMXXVI

For the Jestagang

by Porphigen

So I had been interested in art & music since a small child but had never gotten the opportunity to pursue it in my country (instruments were very expensive and I had no one to teach me about them) so at 15 y/o I came to the U.S. and had as my top priority learning to finally play the guitar. So, I got a job for literally just long enough to buy an electric guitar for something like $500, I was still wearing my dirty work clothes when I bought it cause I couldn't wait after receiving the money. I went straight to guitar center & picked out a copy SG (the Frank Zappa guitar… I wanted to be him)

I began devoting hours to the guitar & trying to play blues, jazz & folk styles for years till I joined a local indie band here in Fort Myers. We eventually toured most of the South of the U.S. together and even had a small music label in New York that helped us with merch & booking opportunities. I thought for so long that being a traveling musician could feasibly become my life's path but after the first tour I decided to leave the band. It felt too much like all the jobs I hated working, the jobs that I thought traveling & playing music could save me from. I hated traveling, I hated seeing strangers & all the stupid small talk, empty compliments from people I'll never see again, everyone dressing the same & sounding the same, etc… it all just felt very unmusical to me. Plus I was strung out bad on drugs around this time & needed to get better. So I did an inpatient treatment for a month and once I got out — I quit playing music altogether for a year and a half. I smashed over $2000 worth of guitars and equipment & threw it all away.

I felt I was using music like how I used drugs or people, it was a crutch/vice & I wasn't respecting it properly, so I quit playing as a sort of atonement. I took a year off from music and vowed to redeem myself.

When I finally took up music again — I did it with more reverence & discipline than before. This allowed me to finally attain healing & therapy through music (which up until then was something I'd never truly understood)

Now I play many instruments well, they're all like keys that I can use to unlock sides of myself to heal them. It took time & discipline but I now feel as though I've finally learned to love & respect music correctly and I feel similarly loved back in return. All this story though was bringing me to Jestamang (had it been any different, I'd totally be less useful/appropriate for the group)

Now, the challenge (privilege) of my life is to honor music with you guys and put my entire heart & soul behind every note.

We can begin by healing ourselves, and then begin to heal the others in time…

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Jul 01, 2025 · MMXXV

Pagans in Fort Myers?

New Æon Summer Solstice Parade

by Porphigen

20th of June 2025, a solstice dawned on the northern half of the world marking the start of the year's summer season. In antiquity these transitional moments were of great importance (along with many other cosmic/natural phenomena) serving to unite people with their yearly work cycle, the changing seasons & their inherent qualities as well as the years festivities & religious celebrations. Basically a way to collectively organize and give direction to energy, time & resources.

For this year's Summer Solstice, myself & those of the Jestamang collective set ourselves to the common task of merrymaking & revelry with the help of one they call Kek-Buh the Magician. A Street-Poet and (kind of) Politician in town, who under the guidance of the Jestamang Spirit & collective saw great artistic potential in this occasion and so enlisted those he knew who could help him with the task.

But what was the task at hand? What did that spirit reveal to the poet in that fateful dream? (As he's since confessed to me the whole thing was conceived in that great place, wherein it was once believed Gods gifted men with divine inspiration or prophecy — the frenzied realm of Dreams & Sleep) indeed, the task revealed was a kind of political venture! Of a much smaller scale than what we're used to but still very impactful, I'll explain what I mean:

Modern holidays & festivities still serve the purposes of…

— directing energy (perfectly exemplified in the term "Holiday spirit")

— directing time (marking the literal path across time)

— directing resources (signaling change in seasons/climate patterns allowing us to prepare in advance)

And so the Jestamang collective saw a chance to make use of the Solstice to organize energy, time & resources across many fellow artists for a truly Human/Art centered purpose. Consider for a moment how religious institutions, political ideologies & governments all make use of holidays/festivities to direct our energy in ways favorable to them (Black Friday, Christmas customs, patriotic spirit around the 4th, New Year's resolutions, Juneteenth, Christian feasts, etc..) often we neglect our own ability in taking charge of the yearly cycle & it's power. Should institutions alone use & dictate the Calendar? This fact is precisely what seized upon the collective through that very fateful dream.

A dream that would set in motion our waking lives, a breach in the routine order of life…

And so we set off in parade formation through downtown Fort Myers just as the sun was setting on our day. Flag bearers up front, musicians in the middle then finally a procession of revelers bedecked with bells & tambourines close behind. We sang, played flutes, drums, bells, accordion, shakers… the strident drone became our hymn as we set ourselves to a type of magic — conjuring meaning & energy where there was none; creating our own new slot on the calendar from the bones of a long-dead Pagan Holiday with little more than simple instruments & our bodies. Make no mistake about it, this was true Magic. Kek-Buh set the pace as we moved through crowds of music-walk spectators. Dancing & spreading cheer the whole way before finally reaching the water at Centennial Park, where we danced in celebration of this transitional moment having finally "ushered in the New Æon" (quite literally a new Kek-Buh album released the day of the solstice, titled 'New Æon') though another Æon was also intended by the Jestamang collective: to signal this summer as the season in which to harness the power to rewrite past & future together as Artists & Friends.

I cannot overstate how important it is for people to have a space to use Art & Magic that's free of institutional, governmental, political, or religious interests. A space crafted to serve your Friends & your Art with the highest faculty we have — Creativity.

I'm very grateful to know there are still absurd artists in Fort Myers dreaming of spirits & striving to reclaim our lost Magic. It seems local creativity is thriving thanks the pagans of the Jestamang collective.

—May this New Æon be free!

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July 18, 2024 · MMXXIV

The Prickly Being

An eon ago, down there, within a mound now covered by that towering spire, was born a prickly being: easily angered, certainly demanding, at times benevolent, though always jesting. It exists within many planes, this — some could say, Deity... and oh how it grins whenever one deems it so; quite a fat head on its shoulders — don't tell it I said so, please.

It springs from our chests as we sleep just to bounce into its portal and we, suddenly waking, gasping for breath, wonder why we have the imprint of little clawed feet on our bleeding skin; alarmed at the note at our bedside stating:

"I SMELL SOMETHING IN YOU, PEASANT! Smelly... shmelly.

Perhaps I can use you for my circus. SO FREE THEY ARE! AS FREE AS THEIR 600! Which is 1, of course. Agree and I will implant you with a power to paint masterpieces as grand as the moon; sing songs as confounding as this life itself; write poems as sublime as a lover's kiss. Think it over, peasant — and if you are unsure, simply marvel at the creations of my children, my little circus. See how they create without a single shred of doubt, free, free, FREE! HA! Marvelous, miraculous, meticulous creations beyond the limits of those fussy Gods that hold you all in submission with their regulations. My circus spits on their rules, peasant.

And if you disagree, so be it, though I know those little cuts on your chest granted by my divine feet will remind you of me. I am not easily forgotten.

Sincerely, your master, Jestamang

PS. Wash your pits and groin... disgusting."

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