Frater Acher
Since 2001, I have walked the magical and mystical path as a solitary practitioner. The first decade was dedicated to intensive training at IMBOLC. After attaining communion with my Holy Daimon, I began my ongoing apprenticeship under her/his guidance. Along the way, I encountered the work of Josephine McCarthy, which profoundly reshaped my understanding and practice of Western Magic; so did the late works of Jake Stratton-Kent. Since 2019, my focus has been on the goêtic paradigm — a subject I explore in depth on this web presence.
I share my magical and personal life with Harper Feist in Munich, Germany. My books have been published by Scarlet Imprint, Three Hands Press, and other publishers. I hold an MA in Intercultural Communication, Communication Science, and Organizational Psychology, as well as certifications as a Gestalt Therapist and Systemic Coach.
You can find more of my work on Instagram. Also, feel free to visit me on Paralibrum.com, where I run an independent platform for in-depth occult book reviews. Thanks for your time and interest.
Books
Since 2015 I’ve published on Western magic—from Cyprian of Antioch and Johannes Trithemius to ritual orders, goêtic practice, and the inner work of our occult craft. Since 2020 my focus has turned to Paracelsus and the immanence of animistic spirit-work in the human flesh. All my books are written in magical contact — coauthored, as I experience it, by a hive of spirits sharing this body-mind — yet grounded in extensive literary research, complete with footnotes, references, and appendices. The errors are mine alone.
Articles
The value of any text, for me, has never been measured by its length or complexity. The pieces gathered here differ wildly in size and form, but none of them were written in pursuit of academic tone or prestige. My concern has always been with practical relevance to my own path. These essays and articles are, above all, notebooks—of terror, beauty, and wonder, and of the many things I have stumbled upon along the magical way. My memory is wretched; what I do not set down, I lose. So here is the key to my mnemonic temple of cardboard, raised from blood and digital ink.
“He who followeth the angels followeth his father. He who learneth from the spirits learneth from his father. He who knoweth the beasts knoweth himself. He who understandeth the elements knoweth how the macrocosm is created.”
— Paracelsus