Friday, April 28, 2006

NewRAW Tarot

Back in April 05 NonProphet suggested making a RAW Tarot along these lines:

A combination of ideograms / thinkers / art work from MLAers - based

Could be based around the eight circuit and Quantum Psychology

Orson, Joyce, Bucky, Leary, Pound, Reich, Buddha, Lao Tse, Emperor Norton, 23, 5, pyramids
Golden and noon blue apples, Sacred Chao, laws of cosmic schmukery, Hagbard... you get my drift

'IS' as the hanged man
Ol' Bob as the Fool
RAW as the Heirophant

Then Bob himself chipped in on 14th April 05
The Marseille Hermit already looks like Bob...

i wd like 93 cards [for thelema and agape]

5 suits [for law of fives]
wands
cups
swords
pentagons
apples

23 trumps
22 as before
+ Sacred chao

Much lively discussion has continued for the best part of a year, mostly suggesting types and characters for a Tarot, like RAW as the Hermit (say) or Emperor Norton as the Emperor – or themes and subjects we would like to see referred to, from Bucky to Korzybski.
Ace of Apples from Bobby
Meanwhile Bobby has started releasing his creations. He offered an Ace of Apples in the forum, in response to Bob’s preference for that as the fifth suit.
Sacred Chao from Zach
Zach offered a Sacred Chao.




Since then, Bobby has released 4 cards through the OM blog: The Fool, A Magician, The High Priestess and An Empress(just today!)
The Fool from Bobby
Currently Antero Alli approaches the end of his first course here - planning to repeat it in the Autumn (Fall) and in Angel Tech you will find a specific section on Designing Your own Tarot. (check out this article on the NeuroTarot from his website).
A Magician from Bobby
He also offers Vertical Oracle, which you can preview here, for inspiration perhaps? He has encouraged us to make our own set of cards up for the 8 Circuits model. You can see my own work-in-progress here.The High Priestess from Bobby



Throughout the year people contributed some interesting links, some for people who know little about the Tarot, and some for enthusiasts. An Empress from Bobby






Zach recently offered a Moon card in the forum.
zach's moon
From NonProphet:

Conceptualist Tarot
Le Palais du Tarot
Tarot Reference
Mantegna's Prints in Tarot History
Housewife's Tarot (!)
Magical Omaha

The Collectors: The Love of Tarot
About Tarot

The sarcastic but useful JK site
21. Can I (and should I) design my own Tarot deck?

Can you? Sure. While you at it, go design (or doodle) a starship, or a nuclear reactor, or paint the 21st-century Mona Lisa, or write a great novel or just do something really useful with yourself and cure cancer. Because, if you're just starting out with Tarot, or if you've only been at it using the blind-alley affirmation method, you don't have a clue about what you're doing or what Tarot is about. Isn't that correct? So, why do you figure you'd be any good at designing an example of something you know little or nothing about? But, lots of people do figure just that, aiming to reach the heights by expressing the depths of arrogance and absurdity. And they inevitably end up with muck that only vaguely makes sense even to them. The greatest Tarot deck ever designed, the Thoth deck of Aleister Crowley, was the culmination of a long and interesting life spent absorbing and processing huge amounts of symbolic data. Now, that's what we all do of course, process symbolic data. It's just that some of us are artists at it, and those people not only can but SHOULD make Tarot decks (and that doesn't require a pack of cards), and some of us can't process our way out of a wet paper bag, and those people should spectate (not speculate).

This guy - Lee Heflin - rectified the colours for Crowley’s Thoth Deck, and also did some amazing fractal variations. [2009 update: sadly, the link we had here, to lots of the images, has broken. You can see fragments here. And, for contrast Atu XVII on Flickr

If anyone can find a better online set, then let us know.]

For an exoteric and detailed 'true' history of the Game of Tarot, check out "A Wicked Pack of Cards" and/or other books by Ronald Decker (what a great name for a playing card historian!).

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

God-Free Zone

Mindeterminate - I hope your imminent Saturn Return helps give you bring it all into focus (ask Antero for advice on this, as so few people in Maybe Logic seem to have much time for astrology).

I do understand about the questions of existence, and spent a lot of time with them.
Actually Bobby’s fun entry on Nagarjuna might well offer some insight. Buddhists seem so surely based in experiment and understanding rather than faith and 'belief' that I find them restful.

I have not spent any time in Buddhist practice, nor visited the Dalai Lama, etc – and yet I have always felt very close to the tradition. I reserve judgement on the idea of reincarnation, but appeared straight after the last war (shrewd move for a pacifist) and grew up as a vegetarian (thanks to my dad’s Theosophy and my mum’s preference for fresh food), have always had a great empathy with other life forms, and have managed to get through a difficult life with a certain amount of humour (don’t you love the warmth of smiling Tibetan lamas?)

I have certainly always found it hard to believe in a higher being who would create me, make me jump through hoops for a lifetime, and then consign me to a permanent Heaven or Hell based on performance. I find that kind of Judeo-Christian-Muslim God quite incredible and improbable – even though exposed to it as a story through my culture, and educational system. I also find it impossible to discuss, as People of The Book mostly adopt a non-rational position like Father Tertullian who said, "Credo quia absurdum est" or "I believe it because it's absurd," a line worthy of Salvador Dali. You can't argue with that.

I can live with the idea of my simply appearing as a mammal, once, and then leaving.

I can live with the idea that I represent some kind of cycling, open system, reincarnating energy.

My ambivalence about ‘teachers’ and about reincarnation got tested when, in 1986, I got taken to the mountains in Spain, and met a Spanish child, Ösel Hita Torres, reputed to be the reincarnation of Lama Yeshe, a particularly joyous Tibetan monk who had died in California at the age of 49.

The rather solemn young boy I met certainly had an extraordinary presence for someone not yet two years old. I had turned up in my white suit, feeling rather uncomfortable as a sceptic around such reverence, so when he rocked the table and spilled my tea onto my trousers I nearly burst out laughing (I deal with small crisis by laughing quite often) but stayed respectful, like the rather serious people who surrounded him with awe. I later heard that Lama Yeshe had a mischievous sense of humour, and lack of pretension, and this fitted. Of course, I still couldn’t work out if I thought of this as merely a social experiment (give Royal Jelly to an ordinary bee and it turns into a Queen, so perhaps you can teach any child to become a Prince, or a guru). And yet, and yet…

So anyway, I got a blessing. Later that year, the Dalai Lama officially recognised him as a reincarnate.

I don’t dabble in Buddhism, though. I know Alan Watts’ and Christmas Humphreys’ books helped me through a difficult adolescence, simply by letting me know like-minded people existed. I don’t want to experiment with the advanced studies merely from books, as I think far too many Westerners may attempt to do – I believe Lama Yeshe said

"Tantra is not for people who are miserable, because they have no resource of pleasure to utilize."

I don’t even worry about whether I should make an effort to find a teacher, or ‘commit’ to such study. If I need a teacher, and feel ready, they will show up. This worked for me so far.

I do like the clarity of instruction from the Buddha (500 years before Jesus, and contemporary of Pythagoras, another vegetarian), however:

"Rely not on the teacher/person, but on the teaching.
Rely not on the words of the teaching, but on the spirit of the words. Rely not on theory, but on experience. Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. Do not believe anything because it is spoken and rumoured by many. Do not believe in anything because it is written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it."

That seems so incredibly modern as an outlook – and you don’t have to just take my word for it:



The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion. It should transcend a personal God and avoid dogmas and theology. Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things, natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity. If there is any religion that would cope with modern scientific needs, it would be Buddhism.
Albert Einstein

I suspect that what appeals to scientists (and to me) remains the idea that the world keeps changing and evolving, so we have to keep investigating and checking from our experience. This reminds me of a living language, and a living world. For people who want a ‘final solution’, people who want to ‘be right’ or know ‘the truth’ such ideas seem vague, indecisive and possibly even frightening.

“He [Buddha] also had consistently refused to give conclusive answers to many types of metaphysical questions, as the parable of the arrow shows. However, as the Buddha fully knew, the human tendency to enquire into such intangibilities is practically ineradicable. People were wont to philosophize on even those very subjects about which the Buddha forbade speculation. This inevitably led to differing opinions about the nature of reality. Even some modern scholars have been misled by the Buddha's apparent agnosticism, calling it a "vagueness" in the Buddha's teachings, a vagueness which caused "a great divergence of views" to arise.”

And for those of you young people who find all this as boring as I found Christianity, you might get the same fun and inspiration that I got from Alan Watts (back in 1962) by looking at Dharmapunx and Hardcore Zen.

from your humble correspondent - Godfrey Zone - modelling agnosticism.



a MaYbE state o' mind

Bob sent me down the rabbit hole with the Holy Trinity of Cosmic Trigger, Quantum Psychology, and The New Inquisition.

For the last, oh, seven years or so since I've lived with this general anxiety from being struck by how little I know about what the hell is going on and how "I" ended up here, and where "I" came from, and where "I" will go when this body dies. What am "I" here to do, am "I" on the right path, what should "I" be doing?

I know I could just choose one of the possibilities presented, whether it be the one I rank as highest in probability or the one that's the most fun, but this little voice in the back of my head just goes, "but what if you're wrong?"

One thing I really believe in is this: ANYTHING is possible.

You know how folks say the odds of winning the lottery resemble the odds of being struck by lightning twice? Damn, those are some shitty odds, no way am I throwing my money away on lottery tickets. But on the other hand, people ARE winning the lottery, every week, somewhere, right? I mean, it happens.

So sometimes I sit and contemplate, "What would you do, Min, if Jesus DID show up on the news tomorrow? What if all that fire and brimstone shit happened?" I sit with it and just think, well, if it does happen, no amount of me doing or trying to believe differently about Christianity would have saved my ass, Jesus would see through it all and yell "Nonbeliever!" and toss me into some fiery pit.

So then, when presented with the option to choose, out of all these possibilities, what would I like to invest my energies in?

I sometimes find myself overwhelmed by the sheer number of options to consider. Sometimes I get frustrated. Sometimes I feel small. Sometimes I just laugh my ass off.

I still say, even after 7 years of general disorientation, it sure beats bein' a Pink.

Nagarjuna’s Claim

Wherein: Recursive Neurologic purrs like a honey dew pussy morn & I like totally diss Svabhava.

Von Neumann’s Catastrophe of the Infinite Regress demonstrates that one may never truly remove Quantum Uncertainty from any Measurement, as any measuring device itself operates as a Quantum System with its own Uncertainty.

Additionally: The only measurements we can realistically discuss arrive at our attention by way of the Human Nervous System; and so all forms of Knowledge may find appropriate categorization as Neuro-Knowledge, and since that measurement too comes by way of the Nervous System, it amounts to Neuro-Neuro-Knowledge & that too flows into infinite regress.

The fractal geometry of quantum/neuro epistemology consequentially implies that all systems of thought possess a demonstratable incoherence & irrationality (including this system of thought that suggests all systems of thought as incoherent & irrational.)

Now don’t get it flipped! I totally dig the Buddha; less Tanha (desire) less dukkha (suffering): Klesa Nirodha! but for my $$$, I gotta bring in the slickest of the slick: The Super Jigga Mind: Nagarjuna (the original Mahayanist)

Von Neumann’s Catastrophe reveals an infinite regress of uncertainty due to it utilizing the thinking mind as a tool of measurement. All thinking presumptuously supposes the dualistic categories of “identity” & “difference” (Subject & Object: categories w/out basis) Thinking presumes a demonstratably incoherent abstraction within its very premise; so no wonder the pattern continues through its increasingly complex applications.

Hypostatic Theoretization refers to the phenomena of an abstraction that has gotten concretized to the point of seeming more real than the conditions from which it got abstracted. The permanent independent self (or “Identity”)(according to Nagarjuna) has gotten Hypostatized from the experience of perpetually changing causes & conditions.

Nagarjuna employs a comprehensive method of neutralizing all hypostatic theoretizations; which goes a lil’ something like this:

We understand objects of thought either on their own terms (Definition/Identity) or by their Relationship with other objects.So to conceive of any object X on its own terms or definition would assume the premise of X=X. A Tautology, a useless statement that provides no real information. (Sorry Ms. Rand!) (X)

To define X in relationship with Y leaves us wondering about Y, so we define Y in terms of Z and Z in terms of A and we arrive at an infinite regress that never conclusively defines anything. (Non-X)

Understanding X using both its definition & relations takes us into the murky waters of mutual exclusion, you can’t prove existence by admiting non-existence. (2 Wrongs don’t make a right!?) (Both X and Non-X)

Understanding X using neither its definition nor its relations leaves one understanding nothing at all! (Neither X nor Non X)

X, Non-X, Both, & Neither exhaust all forms of thinking & description, and all have fundamental glitches in their structure, so one may reasonably suppose all linguistic formulations as inherently erroneous?

Nagarjuna proposes the Meme of Emptiness in response to the defects of thought & language. Emptiness, not in the sense of non-existence or void, but rather the absence of Svabhava ( self essence ) Meaning specifically that we do not create ourselves, nor do we possess an independent, permanent (Closed System) existence. [See Ernest Becker Re: The inborn human desire to create themselves (The Causi Suri Project) and the futility thereof.]

Appropriately enough the Sanskrit for Emptiness; Sunyata also means “Shhhhh!” or as I learned it: “SHUT UP!!!” Suggesting maybe an interplay betwixt apprehending our “Identity” and arousing mental chatter/recursive conceptual formulation?Pratityasamutpada supposes that since all objects arise dependant on all other objects, No Object possesses an invariant closed system identity & since everything arises dependant on perpetually changing causes and conditions; still further: everything remains “empty” of self-nature (Open System)

Debate has continued since the first century in regards to whether or not Nagarjuna’s claim that all claims have no meaning itself counts as a claim without meaning...personally I don’t give a fuck!

A set of propositions cannot contain itself without generating paradox and "nonsense"[Russell & Whithead, Principia Mathematica]

Therefore, Nagarjuna's 4-valued logic either does not include itself
or it leads to Zen koans, Nasrudin jokes and Monty Python routines

[I like it either way]

Monday, April 24, 2006

And I'm Alright

go or stay, I see and am


who I am



and Im alright with this peculiar thing
that’s happening





Things are happen ing


happen

happenstance
happenslouch

happenhappenin’ mystery

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Quantum Psychology

Quant Psych Window Display on loan from the collection of Kennedy Rose Campbell!

For Quality Control: Mix Cut w/ 100% RAW in Red!

Shannon's equation for information puts Internet
in the quantum realm. Information includes the receiver and its/his/hers guesses, just as quantum maths include the observer. No Iron Curtain or even clear glass


Picking up breakfast at Post House this morning, waiting for my order, and all of a sudden my self referential mind chatter dipped out and the flow of immediacy pulsed w/ fluidity, Sensitizing to the Other's Subjectivity (compassion). I feel as though the GUSHING may develop inevitably (not If rather when) & the variable involves how well the social structures can handle the sudden emergence of primal intensity, & by Allah’s minty fresh pussy, Thank Chrysler my instinctual programming in regards to any pair of systems instantly tries to find a solution that allows "both" (which I suppose simultaneously implies "neither") which then implies All&None off&on in&out then to Open&Open: TAO (fertile void) play on playa!

one step at a time
and keep feedback flowing


Perhaps a consequence of persisting as a state specific info system: Samadhi goes better with Mountain Dew & Flavor Twisted Honey BBQ Fritos! Maybe an example of Brain's feelings free from Mind's thinking involves a sort of super happy wish system: I know what I DON’T want to do about it, I don’t want a bunch of statutes and regulations treating the complexity of specific situations & individuals as generalized cogs in a mechanistic ‘lawful’ society, and after all the fried chicken & hot sauce I consumed today the stank might make the Roshi barf and/or cry! “LA TERRA TREMA!” and further: when I get tired I get cranky! And flap my chaotic butterfly wings in (fertilely futile) opposition, which I feel has a sort of advantageous connotation summed up by the eloquent words of The Batman!

"In a burning house it profits not to ask who started the fire."

What happens within that situation amounts to a negation of the (usually automatic) attribution of causality within our hyper-categorizing nature.

Seems Isomorphic with the Hindu/Daoist/Buddhist idea of detaching from the Fruits of Rainbow colors drizzling all around and this sense of Goddess above, loving: a BRIGHT BLUE BIRD sitting on my Fake Useless Art, Unfolding Ghost Origami w/ Open Heart, Spirit of 21st century: “Don't Lets Start!” looking up-up & away from the gravity well and the psychical tension of Enantiodromia: (emotional states inevitably producing their opposite, the bi-polarity of bifurcated consciousness, what goes up coming down) & Maybe: we perform the "death" act every night and "birth" act every morning. The seeds haven't spoiled, No way, No how. The Adventure has only & always: Just Begun.

Family above law. Family organic, law abstract.
Never surrender the organic to the abstract.


I was strutting through the showroom today; generally causing a ruckus (as a good partsboy should!) I proceed to sashay out the door and suddenly felt a SHARP cold down below my belt...I look down...and find my cock hanging out my pants! and I don’t mean like my zipper was down and you could sorta see it; I mean straight up cock flapping in the wind! I suppose we find ourselves working on MANY levels, and the thing about this literal absence of fatigue, it facilitated a fluid emptiness in my Spastic Pontification, Clear as a Bell, Levitus as a Bubble, Pallid as a dead dog's dick!

"Every duck is a perfect duck."

Consciousness-without-an-object delineates the concrescence of potentiality:

Previous to broadcasting objects, Consciousness-without-an-object delineated the concrescence of potentiality:

when objects tune out, yet remaining through all unaffected, Consciousness-without-an object delineates the concrescence of potentiality:

Outside of Consciousness-without-an-object nothing delineates the concrescence of potentiality

But some ducks are less perfect than others?
Work on that koan for a while......


so many points! Pixels of picture with a nothingness background, Lots of Crazy people try to make Terrible things happen (I find it best not to exclude myself from that group!) I don’t find any advantage in supposing the successful crazies as worse than the unsuccessful crazies.

"They live happiest who have forgiven most"

Recognition of Buddha Nature within Unfavorable Circumstances amplifies the significance of the perspective beyond the casual tendencies of thingness.
“Never fight Angry”

"TOUGH AIN'T ENOUGH"

Whoops! “okay-okay-okay-keep it cool pussy cat- no big thang” The ride started kicking in, my Walter Mitty complex booted up and : “Here’s the World Famous archetypical boy tuning in a gaping spectrum of chaos, ready or not here comes the sun!” then finds himself within the Quantum Labyrinth of The World, where Realities get created by the extent of the limiting Glosses imposed upon the people by the currently reigning Authorities. A similar principal I feel as though he notices operating microcosmically within himself, in that the more he allows himself not to disregard heretical thoughts as invalid, the more clarity he enjoys. Don’t let anything stick you for your shine.

"Fear is the father of the gods."
Fear of thunder, specifically.


a couple times I've gotten overwhelming blasts of feedback noise, sounding sorta like a modem connecting to the internet & feeling like a lightening bolt betwixt the ears syncing w/ novel patterns of memetic apprehension such that the reoccurrence of static neurologic miscalculation may decrease, and the clarity of fluidity may flow a lil brighter.
(Though I ascribe that to a poetic imagination)
but I think if one seriously considered an infinity of presumption and didn’t land themselves somewhere ridiculous they may very well have stopped too soon!

Leary once described his LSD experiments as
"freeing brain from the limitations of mind"


Consciousness= energy received by structure
Intelligence= energy transmitted by structure

neurogentic contelligence: Molecular Scale Info System

neuroatomic contelligence: Atomic Scale Info System

the greatest residing within the smallest, the more subtle the model scale, the more powerful the boundary dissolution?! Something Mother Ursula & Maria Maldonado find operative in a much more dramatic & significant manner within the Healing Conduit actuated by the Open Extinction of Personal Identity. “Esthetic stasis dissolved by rhythm & beauty” One foot off the ground & all over enthusiasm!

Newtonian -- matter dominates

(Ice) Newton Unifies Celestial & Terrestrial
w/ Simultaneous Force.

Einsteinian -- matter becomes knotted energy

(Water) Einstein Unifies Time & Space
w/ Non Simultaneous Relativity

Bohmian -- knotted energy becomes in-form-ation

(Vapor) Bohm Transcends Continuity & Discontinuity
w/ Ubiquitous Vacuum of Correlating Contelligence!?!

"But lightening was his mother!"

My eyes have trouble keeping light together [Daemon Blood: TEMPUS TACENDI] and if I concentrate on a point of light long enough I begin to see things in the pattern and it led me to strange, embarrassingly tender places, but I think I stopped short of satisfactorily internalizing the principals @ play. (He doesn’t really seem to at all suspect himself as a character in a book!) Every time I pick a starting thread to develop my line of speculation, I see a sort of subconscious agenda in picking a certain direction of contemplation. (as a HUGE puddle of drool escaped my mouth) during a cascading nitrous blast Zero Point Causality remains too comprehensively complex for me to actually pick a legitimate path of circumstantial development, without simply weaving a web of self-wish fulfillment that adheres to the machination tendencies of which ever state specific info system I find myself operating as/if/within.

many Zen riddles become obvious once you
get off the verbal level...


Vaginas Like Vibration! The simultaneous morphogenesis of cause & effect, cats and snakes made of 3-d words, some use Maybe Logic to get Out and some use it to get back In, Consciousness Without Object doesn't have a Subject either!

"Before me Moe. Behind me Shemp. At my right hand Larry. At my left hand Curly."

The oddest fucking thing about the Ayahuasca remains that I felt so NATURAL and AWAKE, and not awake in a spiritually ascendant way, but literally NOT TIRED. And really I had never noticed the casual grogginess I had accepted as “Awake.”

The state of grogginess brings about an increase in the domination of the neuro-semantic field over the sensory-sensual manifold, and I feel that describes MAYA rather specifically.

And so in striving towards Awakening, I strive towards literally not feeling tired

"Because I robbed graves...they SAID..."

pseudo biographical characters that maintain a consciousness of existing as pseudo biographical characters dance along a fizzling line of Neurological pathways networking state specific info systems; the metaprogrammer (Dr. Frankenstein) altering the parameters; creating New Life! 2010. Poetic exertion into a dimension of mysterious play much much larger than one’s personal self. Correlation: both the Monster & Hal only went bezerk due to poor programming. Hal had contradictory assignments and The Monster had an abnormal brain.

Where does your fist go when you open your hand?

And I like the idea of Non-Locality as a sort of possibility of possibility (sunyata) and Locality as the actuation of possibility. (sat-chit-ananda)
** though hey! Ananda from Sunyata??

something for nothing! **

Take a Beethoven symphony

Subtract the hardware
[musicians, instruments etc]

Hardware: Explicate Order, 4 dimensional Continuum, all parts unfolded within specific coordinates of spacetime (local)

Leave only the software
[the score]


Software: Implicate Order, Hyperspatial Info Fields, all parts enfolded through entirety of Spacetime. [ Like information on a holographic plate, all parts lie cotangent to all other parts] (non-local)

"where" "is" the music?



Over @ Buddhafart
LAW OV THELEMA

Friday, April 21, 2006

Slice OTT

This was culled from a phreestyle rant i posted, the original was already strange somehow, but now....
great idea Bobby.



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Only Maybe

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Human Boy USA

As Bobby Digital.

If You’re Feeling Sinister: "holy bullshit!" has meticulously calculated/fabricated an observable interdependence between: The Verbal Non-Experiential: Milton Model & The Nonverbal Experiential: Meta Model, the flux of which inevitably accounts for Queef Monster Attacks!? Pop Your Collar!

Huge battle raging; Apex of Sensation;senseless murder/BOOM! Alchemists attempt the transubstantiation into:"Bad Ass Mother Fuckers" Planted firmly within the cradle of Reverberated Relations rippling from an omnipresent clear light flicker flame. All player haters get swiss cheesed up!

I’m at a bar last night and see this plucky young blonde w/ an actual otherworldly somesuch: The ancient origami of our Genetic Memory within a fun house of mirrors with only its own impetus to follow-follow-follow until the fluid insta-creative substrate of our experiential being Opens Crossed Body/Mind Matrices (feeling how you think/thinking how you feel) Any money on the ground is a bet!

The Spirit in the Sky blasts Open and everybody Chills! Neutral Safety Switch, Burn a dutch & RELAX! The potential immediacy of experiential perfection; when brought to adequately conscious scrutiny melds a marked slanting of the Mind/Breath UNITY based exclusively on a fantasy world of my fabrication; Lungs Flap Angel Wings! And there’s a very real applicable energy in that orientation; what one might call: Moxy. "and perfect love shall bring peace forevermore"

Tim Finnegan Jumps Off a ladder drunk; utters the Magick Word “Rosebud” (For Lost Xanadu!) and is revived @ his wake having Brew tossed over his head. That which killed you also resurrected you. “HOLY CANOLIES MY BOOKS ARE READING ME!!!!!” You can be sure I then regarded the story of our ages with an eye of suspicion; As for this convoluted Bio-Memetic cauldron of origination (within the belly of Yog Sothoth; why not!?) In order to perpetuate open/flexibility of “mind” I absorb isomorphic catalysts; such as:

A Ravishing Relic of “Hungry Ghost” in the Blue Egg (cradle rocked) imprinting the PLOT of DNA. Told The Good, The Bad and then...THEN! The Transformation. Fuck the Bullshit it’s clobberin’ time! "Instead of Prison Walls Bloom Flowery Fields" and tears BURST out my wig! The Redemption of Mankind occurs simultaneously w/ the comprehension of the primordial creative act; and the walls dissolve within a Non-Local Dimension; no differentiation between the comprehension of the act and the manifestation of the act could rightfully exist.

Meaning: As nothingness bubbles…The entirety of space-time would reconstruct from Marion Davies’ Vagina! At which point I lept out of my Infinite Head Matrix into the Forever Incredible! Like Pretty Toney Suggesting a 3 taco lunch for the monkey w/ semen stained pants. A New Born Babe taught meditation as preparing a clockspring Cup cooking w/ gas. Boy that really zapped me! Tension of topic pulling me increasingly into momentary behavioral statistics with personal opinion seamlessly superimposed atop the surface mystery. Pleasure feels Totally Awesome!

Build me up Buttercup with an Orange Soda and Inclusively Playful Telekinesis “stepping through this motherfucker just ah swinging my hair!”(Blunt)Conventional Samvrti & (Subtle)Ultimate Paramartha Smelting my Parsel-Tongue in River absent of concept:

The Structure Cannot Recognize the Actuality of Incomprehension
.

After writing out my starry eyed incantation, I studied it with a sly satisfaction. The Phrase has no Meaning and practically says so itself, and as such since the Meaningless Phrase demonstrates its own insignificance; perhaps it means something after all??? but it doesn’t! It’s a Fake formulation of knowledge, yet it seems to gravitate ever closer to the illusion of legitimacy w/ each exclamation of its incoherence! (Elsewhere: Orson Welles kicks some fool in they assbone!)

{A Haphazard Cut Up: Mix/Mush of my text from the 8 Dimensions of "Mind" class}
Next: Quantum Psychology!

And Over @ Buddhafart
Brooklyn Cherry POP!
My first Wet Noodle.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Knights Usura Uncovered



"The first bodies of the Knights Templar, the mysterious religious order at the heart of The Da Vinci Code, have been found by archaeologists near the River Jordan in northern Israel.
- http://dailytelegraph.news.com.au/story/

The Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem was invaded by Saladin "the Great" in 1187, and Jerusalem itself was captured following a series of bloody battles. Within five years, Saint John of Acre, the last fortified Christian town in Palestine, had fallen to the forces of Islam." - http://www.orderofmalta.org.uk/history.htm

"The Templars were an unusual order in that they were both monks, and yet also soldiers, making them in effect some of the earliest "warrior monks" in the Western world. Members of the Order played a key part in many battles of the Crusades, and the Order's infrastructure innovated many financial techniques that could be considered the foundation of modern banking." - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_Templar

"Usura rusteth the chisel
It rusteth the craft and the craftsman
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Usura slayeth the child in the womb
It stayeth the young man's courting
It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth
between the young bride and her bridegroom
CONTRA NATURAM. - Canto 45, Ezra Pound

" Crowley wrote another influential book on Tarot and became Outer Head of the Ordo Templi Orientis, a secret society almost as inexplicable (to outsiders) as the Priory of Sion. Curiously, both the Priory and the O.T.O. are linked, by various commentators, with the Knights Templar, the medieval secret society which is also claimed to be the origin of Freemasonry by many Masonic historians. - http://www.rawilsonfans.com/articles/priory.htm

"Business stagnation, unemployment, suspensions of payment and a thousand other causes brought everyone except those with a brilliant financial position at some time or other into straits for money. And those who were not blessed with a thick skin, those who shrank from exposing themselves on such occasions to a possible rebuff, came to me, the usurer; so I made my haul." - http://www.ces.org.za/docs/Gesell/en/neo/part4/5e.htm





"The traditional definition of usury is the lending of money at exorbitant interest rates. It is this practice which Deuteronomy 23:19-20 forbade in the following terms:

Thou shalt not lend upon usury to thy brother; usury of money, usury of victuals, usury of any thing that is lent upon usury:
Unto a stranger thou mayest lend upon usury; but unto thy brother thou shalt not lend upon usury: that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all that thou settest thine hand to in the land whither thou goest to possess it. - http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/m_r/pound/canto45.htm

http://www.smom.org/

"The Evil is Usury, neschek
the serpent. . . .
The canker corrupting all things, Fafnir the worm,
Syphilis of the State, of all kingdoms,
Wart of the commonweal,
Wenn-maker, corrupter of all things.
Darkness the defiler,
Twin evil of envy,
Snake of the seven heads, Hydra, entering all things.... - http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/m_r/pound/canto45.htm


http://www.deepleafproductions.com/wilsonlibrary/texts/raw-cantos.html

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Biggest Organ

Metaphors;
Confronting me with open doors,
Exposed for my pleasure,
Exploited by my experience,
And in cahoots with time,
As both make gains,
Evermore.

Like white sand slowly slipping,
‘Tween my fingertips,
Silky in gestation,
Transcendent in gesture,
And finite in guise,
Led to follow moments dissolved,
(Which are still accrued)
So that they may be,
Swept up in the stream,
Carried down and away,
Like time as it escapes,
through my pores,
All of which breathe freshly now,
And Eternity speaks to me,
Through my skin;
Evermore.

Monday, April 03, 2006

13 names for God?
Call one of them on your cellphone?
think yourself into a tight cramped corner of success?
in one-hundred-and-fifty layers?

are you chilled,
do you hunger,
can you dance?

screw it, I say...
get rich slowly...
and see...

what prisons are these
and skies to fly
in time to breathe?

too bad...

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