Falken's Mage
He's one technomagickal motherfucker.
Work With Me
- The Query — the tarot as mirror to the psyche, naming what you already know but haven’t said out loud
- The Cast — your chart read as an active myth, not a horoscope or a transit calendar
- The Daemon — six-month depth work for the ones who optimized everything and don't recognize who's looking back
Twenty-five years in the guts of enterprise systems — distributed architectures where a bad design decision doesn't just fail, it fails at 2 AM on a Friday and takes someone's entire quarter with it. Lately that's AI: building with it, governing it, and writing about what it's quietly doing to the people using it. I'm good at this work. It's the floor, not the building.
I'm also an archetypal tarotist, astrologer, and chaos witch — the kind of person who will diagram your org's dysfunction on a whiteboard and then pull a card that names the thing nobody in the room was willing to say out loud.
Most people keep those worlds in separate rooms. I think that's a load of horseshit.
The analytical mind and the symbolic mind are not competing systems. They're complementary cognitive architectures — and if you're only running one of them, you're leaving half your intelligence on the table.
So I stopped splitting myself and built a house at the seam. I write Feral Architecture. I made a rock opera called ARCÆON. I build TarotPulse and Psyche — real software that treats the inner life as engineering-grade signal, not soft-skills fluff you endure at an offsite. And I sit with people in their own rupture — the ones who optimized everything, or watched AI hold up a mirror, and don't recognize who's looking back. Not from above it. Same road.
If any of that made you flinch, we're probably not a fit. If it made something in you go finally — every door's below. Wander.
No funnel. No newsletter popup clawing at your ankles. The writing is the front door — start there, then follow whatever pulls you.