Lost a notebook I write in, the synopsis of Chapter 6 1/2 of The House of Bagghhhcckkooze.


I lost my notebook the other day. Why is that significant? It is significant because it contained lyrics, poetry, job notes, and most importantly, the at the time, the latest unedited writings to “THE LOST SPHERE”-Chapter 6 and a 1/2 to THE HOUSE OF BAGHHHKKKOOOZE. available on Amazon kindle

In the chapter that was lost, I was venturing into being trapped in the seven layers of hell. The latest chapter is an origin story. Before the addictions rehab center, The House of Bacchuss (pronounced: Bagghhhcckkkoooze) came into existence there was a man who is known by the name ‘The Owner.’ The Owner, years back, was in jail for selling a special narcotic he produced, he called ‘Revelation.’ In jail, he was placed in solitary confinement for defending himself against his cell mate. In solitary confinement he is emerged into a world of darkness. In this darkness, he has visions, and astral projections of being emerged in the seven levels of hell. His time in jail shapes him to create The House of Bacchuss. It allures to his duality, working for the devil or God, when saving those lost in their addiction.

I think that if taken of context one would think that who ever owned the notebook was some sort of occultist; perhaps even a satanist.

In the past, like recently, I have lost notebooks. To lose what I have created, is like losing something so attached to you that is entwined with emotions and spirituality, that you can’t really get back again. There is a mourning. After a about a week, I got another notebook and started again.

In this notebook, was also a song I wrote called “One more just ain’t enough for me.” This song contains content of inspiration and almost gospel.
Fortunately, I performed this song performed on my facebook page.

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