Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Black Luminescing Epiphany / PSYCHEDELIC SHARDS ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Mobius∆Tripz

Dance

gilded voltage

follow

carbon velvet

sweetest damn
lifetime

prizes
hovering

marquee altitude

trapdoor sleeping

white-glove invitation

my machinery

Let’s go

Velvet welcome

carnival teeth

lacquered horses
exhaling steam

mirrors
taste hunger

windows
chew dreams

whisper
turnstile

watch prayer
wear gold

longing
lever

promise
clamp

right this way

makers

made

custom appetite

private midway

white-glove invitation

sugar-static
afterglow

Applause

pistons

same command

one marquee

one curtain

one counterfeit

true

Walk

my machinery

dreams fulfilled

enter here

one turn

almost yours

one height

almost there

everything wanted

one inch away

walk

my machinery

Let’s go

Truth

outside admission

relief
powdered porcelain

moment

consequence sleeping

moment

wrong
wearing right

memories
swallow whistles

calliope
grinning brass

wound
ticket

ticket
hunger

hydraulics
stutter

striped canvas

metal stampers

clack

shredding wheels

no dampening

warnings
confetti

display glass

familiar faces

palms

polished steel

mouths

prayer-shaped

gear teeth

feasting

Pulse

hammer

mercy

shackle

medicine
sugar-coated

everyone
splintering

Fall

my machinery

dreams fulfilled

enter here

one turn

almost yours

one height

almost there

everything wanted

one inch away

fall

my machinery

Let’s go

First climb

ratchet hymn

tooth
rail

promise
upward

warning
small behind

raised palms

nickel laughter

nothing
underneath

summit

vacuum

sudden steep

down
lacquer paradise

up
borrowed fever

roller-coaster gods

roulette halos

around

painted horses

again

midway buzzing

again

same beginning

new disguise

Gears

molasses motion

never stopping

seconds
stretching taffy

bottom
wearing top

hands

once holding

pressed photographs
chrome

rooms
almost mine

doors
practicing welcome

promises

buried

revolving
teeth

younger self

entrance booth

unpunched ticket

beneath

See

perfectly

vision

no exit

Every wheel

every appetite

every seam

name
what takes me

rename it

need

Stay

inside my machinery

dreams fulfilled

disappear

one turn

almost yours

one height

almost there

everything wanted

one inch away

stay

inside my machinery

Let go

Look

still moving

every plunge

proof

every scar

certificate

nothing takes me

nothing can

furnace crossed

mercury swallowed

machine

kill me?

already
wouldn’t it?

Leash

medal

cage

crown

controlling hands

only applause
known

Higher

higher

warnings
miniature

more than consequence

more than ending

I am—

Let’s go

Money

confetti currency

bodies

wax applause

letters
burning marquees

lover
silvered glass

vanishing
between reflections

house
still miniature

future
unassembled

arms
reaching

mouth
swallowed by brass

Hydraulics

stutter

stampers

hammer

iron

chatter

steel

devouring

nothing softened

nothing dampened

every nerve
translated metal

Higher

higher

cardboard kingdoms

gilded strings

promises
ahead

fastening
faster wings

higher

higher

nothing touched

nothing kept

future advertised

one inch

away

Stay

inside my machinery

death fulfilled

disappear

last turn

almost yours

last height

almost there

everything wanted

one inch away

stay

inside my machinery

Let go

Summit

carbon curtain

opening

black

luminescing

epiphany

Hands

controls

controls

carried me

suffering

costume

plunge

freedom

monument

chisel

entered me

memories

lacquer

existence

exhibit

prayer

purchase

wound

admission fee

never making art

art

making me

Dreams fulfilled

enter here

come this way

walk with me

Black Luminescing Epiphany ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Mobius∆Tripz

Would you dance with me through brightness? Would you follow me through black? For the sweetest damned time of your life— every dream within your grasp?

Would you ride with me through heaven? There is nothing down below. Take the hand I’m holding outward. Walk into my machinery.

Let’s go.

Velvet mouth carnival teeth painted horses breathing steam

Every mirror knows your hunger every window holds a dream

Tell the gate what you pray for watch it dress your prayer in gold

Every longing has a lever every promise has a hold

Right this way the makers made it just your size your private show

Take the hand I’m holding outward walk into the afterglow

Is that applause or pistons?

Does it matter if they move you?

One more light one more doorway

One more version coming true

Walk with me into my machinery Dreams fulfilled—enter here

One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears

All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away

Walk with me into my machinery

Let’s go.

Truth waits outside the turnstile while relief comes painted white

For a moment nothing follows for a moment wrong feels right

Every memory stops screaming when the calliope begins

Every wound becomes a ticket every ticket lets you in

Hydraulics stammer under canvas metal stampers clack in time

Shredding wheels with no dampening make confetti of the signs

Behind the glass the faces gather

Hands against the polished steel

Mouths are moving shaped like prayers

Teeth take everything you feel

Is that a heartbeat or a hammer?

Is that mercy or a chain?

If the medicine feels holy why does everyone else bleed?

Fall with me into my machinery Dreams fulfilled—enter here

One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears

All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away

Fall with me into my machinery

Let’s go.

Up the first hill slowly clicking

Every tooth receives the rail

Every promise pulls you higher every warning leaves the trail

Hands above you weightless laughter

Nothing underneath your feet

Then the summit holds you breathless

Just before the sudden steep

Down through every bright illusion up through every borrowed high

Roller-coaster gods beneath you painting circles in the sky

Around again the painted horses

Around again the midway lights

Around again the same beginning

wearing different clothes tonight

Now the gears are barely moving but they never really stop

Every second opens wider every bottom looks like top

There—the hands that tried to hold me flattened shadows in the chrome

There—the rooms I left behind me still pretending I’ll come home

There—the promises I buried turning slowly through the teeth

There—the younger face that entered still untouched beneath my feet

I can see it clearly

Clarity is not a key

I know every wheel and hunger I know every hidden seam

I can name the thing that takes me

I still call it what I need

Stay with me inside my machinery Dreams fulfilled—disappear

One more turn and you can have it one more height and it appears

All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away

Stay with me inside my machinery

Let go.

Look at me.

Still breathing.

Every fall has made me tall.

Every scar confirms the gospel—

nothing takes me nothing will

I have walked through every fire I have swallowed every sun

If the machine could ever kill me wouldn’t it have already done it?

Call the leash a lifeline

Call the cage a throne

Call the hands that keep me helpless the only hands I’ve ever known

Higher

Higher

Every warning falls below

I am more than flesh and consequence

I am—

Let’s go.

Past the money past the bodies

Past the names in burning lights

Past the lover made of mirrors vanishing from every side

Past the house I almost lived in

Past the life I almost chose

Past the hands still reaching for me

Past the mouth that never closed

Hydraulics stammer stampers hammer

Clacking iron shredding steel

Nothing softened nothing dampened

Nothing left I cannot feel

Higher

Higher

Paper kingdoms golden strings

Every dream remains before me tied to faster-moving wings

Higher

Higher

Nothing reaches nothing stays

All the future I was promised

always just an inch away

Stay with me inside my machinery Death fulfilled—disappear

One last turn and you can have it one last height and it is here

All you wanted waits before you always just an inch away

Stay with me inside my machinery

Let go.

At the summit darkness opened

Black luminescing epiphany

I thought my hands controlled the motion

The motion carried me

I thought the suffering made me sacred

I thought the fall would set me free

I thought I carved the monument

The chisel entered me

My memories became the pigment

My body fed the masterpiece

Every prayer became a purchase

Every wound became a fee

I was never making art

The art was making me.

Dreams fulfilled.

Enter here.

Come this way.

Walk with me.


Sunday, September 20, 2026

Everything Behind Everything ~ Lyrics / Poetry ~ Mobius∆Tripz

Something sleeps
behind breath
small as frost
inside warm machinery
waiting
not dreaming
remembering

Violet needle
touches darkness
darkness opens
one jeweled eye
iris widening
past sight
past distance

Chrysanthemum
made of living angles
turns without moving
petals unfolding
through each other
colors with voices
voices with temperature

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Body stays
where body was
something smaller
something older
slips between
painted seconds

No road beneath
no sky above
only arrival
a room before rooms
a door
without a wall

Crystal weather
moves through thought
silver rain
falling upward
tangerine lightning
blue laughter
without mouths

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Every surface
looks back
every point of light
knows my name
I cannot remember
having one

Presence leans closer
not near
closer
geometry softens
impossible hands
open inside mine

No words
meaning arrives
all at once
too large
for language
I know this place
I have never been

_______________________

2nd version...

_______________________

Something sleeps
behind breath
small as frost
inside warm machinery
waiting
not dreaming
remembering

Violet needle
touches darkness
darkness opens
one jeweled eye
iris widening
past sight
past distance

Chrysanthemum
made of living angles
turns without moving
petals unfolding
through each other
colors with voices
voices with temperature

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Body stays
where body was
something smaller
something older
slips between
painted seconds

No road beneath
no sky above
only arrival
a room before rooms
a door
without a wall

Crystal weather
moves through thought
silver rain
falling upward
tangerine lightning
blue laughter
without mouths

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains
Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains
Every surface looks back every point of light knows my name I cannot remember having one Presence leans closer not near closer geometry softens impossible hands open inside mine No words meaning arrives all at once too large for language I know this place I have never been

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Open the flower behind my eyes
Let every color say my name
Body below me counting seconds
I have been gone for years
Something familiar waits inside forever
The door disappears
The room remains

Strainz Stargate ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Mobius∆Tripz / AscenzIon

Blue Dream
berry-blue vapor
unbuttons forehead
room exhales
thought flows downstream

OG Kush
earthy pine
rolls inward
amber gravity
gathers behind eyes

Sour Diesel
sharp citrus fuel
sparks tongue
neon machinery
accelerates sideways

Girl Scout Cookies
sweet earth
curls through ribs
caramel euphoria
coats moving bones

Gelato
creamy fruit
melts language
lavender motion
drips into color

Wedding Cake
vanilla pepper
rises heavily
velvet celebration
descends slowly

spliff blunt joint
puff puff pass relax relax
inhale look here smile laugh
puff puff pass
relax relax puff puff pass

Granddaddy Purple
grape darkness
fills limbs
furniture bruises
deep purple

White Widow
floral earth
flashes silver
silken sentences
web around time

Northern Lights
sweet pine
lowers quietly
amber curtains
smother static

Jack Herer
spiced pine
climbs spine
green chrome thoughts
begin walking

Pineapple Express
tropical vapor
surges forward
citrus rails
curve through laughter

Purple Haze
berry mist
expands overhead
violet angles
forget geometry

spliff blunt joint
puff puff pass relax relax
inhale look here smile laugh
puff puff pass
relax relax puff puff pass

Green Crack
mango brightness
snaps awake
ideas launch
trailing green fire

Bubba Kush
coffee chocolate
settles deeply
muscles soften
minutes become molasses

Durban Poison
sweet anise
streaks upward
patterns escape
ordinary surfaces

Super Lemon Haze
lemon electricity
fizzes inward
yellow switchbacks
cross forehead

Bruce Banner
diesel berries
strike hard
green pressure
swells beneath calm

Zkittlez
tropical candy
dissolves slowly
tongue painted
citrus rainbows

spliff blunt joint
puff puff pass relax relax
inhale look here smile laugh
puff puff pass
relax relax puff puff pass

Runtz
sugared fruit
floats upward
euphoria bounces
through elastic air

Syd's In Town ~ Lyric / Poetry ~ Mobius∆Tripz

Purple Haze
violet static
licks eyelids
soft geometry
breathes sideways

Orange Sunshine
tangerine light
floods vision
citrus halos
roll through laughter

Blue Cheer
cobalt sparks
snap awake
electric feathers
circle thought

White Lightning
silver needles
flash inward
bright fractures
split the ordinary

Alice in Wonderland
painted doorways
lean open
checkerboard rivers
climb upstairs

Dancing Bears
rainbow paws
cross rhythm
furry colors
bounce through time

tab on tongue
body going nowhere
mind starts to colorfully blast off run
journeys on launch the world melts away
good times psychedelic fun just begun

Hofmann Bicycle
spinning spokes
bend daylight
painted motion
pedals through infinity

Windowpane
clear corners
catch sunlight
transparent rooms
fold into prisms

Flying Keys
ivory wings
unlock air
musical stairways
rise nowhere

Felix the Cat
black grin
stretches wide
cartoon shadows
chase their tails

Cheshire Cat
striped laughter
floats alone
vanishing whiskers
tickle space

Electric Buddha
golden current
hums softly
lotus circuits
open inward

tab on tongue
body going nowhere
mind starts to colorfully blast off run
journeys on launch the world melts away
good times psychedelic fun just begun

Strawberry Fields
crimson sweetness
drifts upward
velvet gardens
sing in spirals

Sunshine Daydream
lemon warmth
pours slowly
sleeping rainbows
wake smiling

Pink Panther
rose footsteps
stalk silence
satin mischief
slides through walls

Blue Unicorn
azure horn
pierces mist
crystal hoofbeats
scatter echoes

Green Dragon
emerald scales
coil brightly
smoky wings
curl around vision

Red Star
scarlet points
pulse overhead
five bright corners
stretch into trails

tab on tongue
body going nowhere
mind starts to colorfully blast off run
journeys on launch the world melts away
good times psychedelic fun just begun

Black Pyramid
obsidian angles
drink color
ancient shadows
rotate slowly

Cosmic Eye
giant iris
opens wide
galaxies

Friday, September 18, 2026

The Pyramid Beneath the Pyramid: A Personal Geometric Hypothesis, a Folded Dollar Bill, and the Strange 2025 Giza SAR Claims

The Pyramid Beneath the Pyramid

A Personal Geometric Hypothesis, a Folded Dollar Bill, and the Strange 2025 Giza SAR Claims

John Swygert
Ivory Tower Publishing
September 18, 2026

Sometimes an old idea becomes interesting again for reasons that could never have been anticipated when the idea first appeared.

Approximately 12 to 15 years ago—roughly 2011 to 2014—I developed a peculiar geometric interpretation using a folded United States one-dollar bill.

I cannot presently document the exact date on which I first constructed it. There may be old photographs, notes, or files among my records that eventually establish the chronology more precisely. If I locate them, they can be added to this account. For now, the date range should be understood as my personal recollection rather than a independently documented priority claim.

What matters here is the idea itself.

I folded the dollar bill deliberately so that elements already printed upon it became components of a three-dimensional conceptual model.

The pyramid on the Great Seal represented the structure at the surface. The large printed O, when positioned horizontally by the fold, represented the circular top of a cylindrical column or shaft. The surrounding folded geometry represented a spiraling path descending around that column.

At the bottom was a foundation or chamber.

And within the geometry of that lower structure appeared something that fascinated me most:

another pyramid.

The resulting concept was therefore not simply that there might be rooms beneath a pyramid.

It was a much more specific geometric idea:

Pyramid above.
Vertical cylindrical structure below.
Spiral descent around the column.
Foundation or chamber at depth.
Pyramid below.

For years, it remained little more than one of my unusual geometric observations.

Then came 2025.


The Khafre SAR Project

In March 2025, Filippo Biondi, Armando Mei, and Corrado Malanga presented results from what became known as the Khafre Project, based upon their analysis of Synthetic Aperture Radar data associated with the Pyramid of Khafre at Giza.

Their conference abstract says that the investigation used publicly available SAR data from Capella Space and Umbra and examined dozens of tomographic images acquired from different viewing angles to produce three-dimensional reconstructions.

What they claimed to see beneath the Giza Plateau was extraordinary.

According to their own description, the reconstruction contained eight vertically aligned cylindrical structures, arranged in two parallel rows. The researchers interpreted these structures as hollow vertical wells surrounded by descending spiral pathways. They reported that these structures descended approximately 648 meters, where they connected with two very large cubic structures. They further proposed the existence of additional geometric anomalies extending considerably deeper beneath the plateau.


That does not establish that those structures actually exist.

The 2025 interpretation has not been archaeologically confirmed, and specialists have challenged whether the proposed SAR methodology can reliably reconstruct structures at the extraordinary depths claimed. Moreover, the team's earlier peer-reviewed work involving the Great Pyramid was subsequently retracted over methodological and statistical concerns; the later Khafre claims themselves were not part of that paper and were not independently peer-reviewed.

That distinction is essential.

This article is not an announcement that the structures have been discovered.

It is about something different.

It is about an extraordinary geometric correspondence.

Two Images Separated by More Than a Decade

Place my old folded-dollar model beside a conceptual reconstruction of what the Khafre researchers say their tomography represents.

The resemblance is difficult for me to ignore.

My model contains a pyramid at the surface.

Their proposed reconstruction begins beneath a pyramid.

My model uses the circular O as the top of a cylindrical vertical structure.

Their interpretation contains enormous cylindrical vertical structures.

My construction creates a spiral descending around that central column.

Their own conference abstract specifically describes their cylindrical structures as being surrounded by descending spiral pathways.

My model terminates in a substantial lower structure or foundation.

Their proposed cylinders terminate in enormous structures hundreds of meters beneath the plateau.

And my construction contains the image of a pyramid at the lower level.

That final feature should not be confused with the researchers' claim. I have not found evidence in their published abstract establishing that they have identified a literal second pyramid at the bottom of their cylinders. That portion belongs to my old model, not to their demonstrated results.

The correspondence is therefore not exact.

But it is remarkably specific.

An Older Historical Curiosity

There is another reason subterranean architecture at Giza has fascinated people for centuries.

Herodotus wrote about underground construction associated with the pyramids. In Histories, Book II, he described what Egyptians told him concerning underground chambers associated with Khufu, including water brought through a channel from the Nile. He also reported a tradition involving a built passage through which water surrounded an island associated with Khufu's burial.

Herodotus does not describe the extraordinary system proposed by the 2025 Khafre researchers.

He does not describe eight gigantic cylinders descending 648 meters.

He does not describe spiral pathways wrapped around those cylinders.

And he certainly does not verify my folded-dollar interpretation.

Nevertheless, his account demonstrates something historically important: stories of substantial subterranean construction associated with the Giza pyramids are very old.

That makes the modern controversy even more interesting.

What This Does—and Does Not—Mean

There are several completely separate questions here, and they should remain separate.

First is the chronology of my model.

My recollection places its creation approximately 2011–2014, twelve to fifteen years before I returned to it in 2026. I currently present that as recollection, not independently documented fact. If I eventually find a dated photograph, file, message, drawing, or other record, that evidence can establish a firmer date.

Second is the 2025 Khafre Project claim.

That claim unquestionably exists. The researchers themselves describe cylindrical structures, descending spiral pathways and massive deeper structures in their published conference material.

Third is whether those structures actually exist beneath Giza.

That remains unresolved. A computational reconstruction is not an excavation. An anomaly is not automatically architecture. And an interpretation of remote-sensing data is not archaeological confirmation.

Those qualifications do not diminish what fascinates me about the comparison.

They define it properly.

I do not need the SAR claims to be true in order to establish what my model means.

And my having conceived a similar geometry years earlier does not make the SAR claims true.

These are independent propositions.

The remarkable thing is simply that they intersect.

Why I Am Publishing the Comparison Now

I had not been actively thinking about this model.

Then, after finishing an entirely unrelated book, the old idea unexpectedly returned to me.

I looked again at the dollar construction.

Pyramid.

Circle.

Column.

Spiral.

Descent.

Foundation.

Pyramid below.

And suddenly I remembered the controversial images being circulated from the recent Giza research.

That stopped me.

Because whatever ultimately happens to the Khafre Project—confirmation, partial confirmation, reinterpretation, or complete rejection—the comparison between these two geometries already exists.

One came from a folded dollar bill and an idea I remember developing approximately twelve to fifteen years ago.

The other emerged publicly in 2025 from researchers claiming that SAR Doppler tomography had revealed enormous cylindrical structures surrounded by descending spiral pathways beneath the Giza Plateau.

Perhaps it is coincidence.

Perhaps the similarities arise because cylindrical shafts, spirals and pyramidal geometry naturally suggest certain structural relationships.

Perhaps future excavation will show that the SAR reconstruction bears little resemblance to physical reality.

Or perhaps something genuinely extraordinary remains beneath the Giza Plateau.

At present, we do not know.

And “we do not know” is not a disappointing conclusion.

Sometimes it is precisely where investigation should begin.

For now, I am simply placing the two images beside one another and recording the chronology as accurately as I presently can.

I had an old idea.

More than a decade later, researchers produced a controversial reconstruction bearing a remarkably specific resemblance to parts of it.

I cannot presently prove when I first made my model.

They cannot presently prove that their reconstruction represents enormous artificial structures beneath Giza.

Both of those things may someday become easier to establish.

Until then, the comparison stands on its own.

And I find it ridiculously fascinating.


John Swygert
Ivory Tower Publishing
Cumberland, Maryland
September 18, 2026

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Monday, September 14, 2026

Celestial Bodies Dancing ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Mobius∆Tripz

Sparkling tingling perfection 
cast upon across and deeply into the canvas sky
overhead a starlit show for our private eyes
God put on another perfect show 
endless timeless dynamic luminescence 

needles sparking stars racing with tails
everywhere we looked up from our blanket the light left trails 
we took a trip and all we did was lay down and peer upwards 

side by side holding hands
breathing it all in the universe was ours
nothing else existed 
warmth radiating off our naked bodies
blanket on sand waves washing slowly softly crashing in

we both said with no words
and surreal sublime smiles as we expressed 
our pure desire to remain in this moment nirvana
forever was ours as we as one rock back and forth upon our orb spinning around and orbiting around the sun in a spinning galactic spiral galaxy in flight

two liives as one stopping time in perfect snapshot under celestial soft spotlights kissed by the moonlight and beacons flying by
chest to chest we held another tight
consuming each other as in comes our tide

we slept together spooning as the man on the moon took watch over us a sentinel 
waking to the morning sunshine just peaking over the eastern horizon we kissed simultaneously sweet soft lips as we caressed one another beating in the morning golden sun just kissing us awake

comfortable together adoring one another and nature aforing us we wanted to forever and always stay
soothing listening to the lightly lapping waves
melting into one another heavenly celestially bathed 

_____________

sparkling

tingling

perfection

cast

across

deep

into

canvas sky

overhead

starlit

private

eyes

God

another

perfect

show

endless

timeless

dynamic

luminescence

needles

sparking

stars

racing

tails

trailing

light

everywhere

blanket

beneath

eyes

above

we took

a trip

never

moved

laying

still

side

by side

hands

held

breathing

universe

ours

nothing

else

warmth

radiating

naked

bodies

blanket

sand

waves

slow

soft

crashing

in

no words

only

surreal

sublime

smiles

desire

remain

here

nirvana

forever

ours

one

rocking

back

forth

orb

spinning

orbiting

sun

spiral

galaxy

flight

two lives

one

time

stopped

perfect

snapshot

celestial

soft

spotlights

moonlight

beacons

passing

chest

to chest

held

tight

consuming

tide

coming

in

sleep

spooning

moon

watching

sentinel

night

breath

against

breath

morning

sunshine

barely

breaking

east

golden

horizon

kiss

simultaneous

soft

lips

hands

caressing

morning

light

kissing

us

awake

comfortable

together

adoring

nature

adoring

us

stay

always

forever

lightly

lapping

waves

melting

into

one

another

heavenly

celestially

bathed