Cosmic Trigger Re-Play

Come join a crash course cosmic adventure through the lives and ideas of Robert Anton Wilson!

The Maybe Logic Academy is once again opening its invisible doors for an intensive 8 week RAW workshop, which leads directly into the premier of the highly anticipated stage adaptation of RAW’s Cosmic Trigger by Daisy Eris Campbell!

The workshop is divided into four 2 week sessions, presented by MLA Alumni: Steve Fly Agaric, Propaganda Anonymous, Toby Philpott aka Bogus, and Bobby Campbell.

Whether you are a new initiate to the Maybe Logic chaosmos, or a fully vested Ascended Master of all things maybe, there will be an abundance of RAW delight!

The secret society reconvenes on September 23rd, come find the others at: maybelogic.net

(Suggested donation $23, but pay what you will shall be the whole of the law)

For more info check out this smorgasbord of flying lasagna!

RAW Artists Workshop

Presented by Steve Fly Agaric

A collaborative jimjam of like minded mutants and MLA critters creating new meps and mapaphors to help find the others just in time for space migration.

“The biosphere—Gaia—the DNA script—is more intelligent than all individuals. Gene-pools and species. It has survived everything thrown at it for nearly 4 billion years, and is getting smarter all the time.”--RAW, Prometheus Rising, pg.181.

WEEK ONE: RAW RENAISSANCE

Presentation: RAW & the tale of the tribe

Workshop: Language of poetry & eggshells

“The instrument that measures all other instruments—the human nervous system—has its own laws, and one of them involves always seeing the results one wants to see until and unless something really startles the brain enough to reframe its experiences.”--RAW, Dangerous Experiments, Cosmic Trigger III, pg134.

WEEK TWO: REPLAY

Presentation: RAW360.net

Workshop: No place like dome

The Latest Model

Presented by Toby Philpott aka Bogus

In which we examine the language we use to describe the world, and the models we develop to try to explain it, or at least find our way around.

WEEK THREE:  THE MENU IS NOT THE MEAL

Presentation:  Language as a virus

Workshop: Using E-Prime for a week – an exercise to help us evaluate the words we use, and communicate more clearly

WEEK FOUR: 8 DIMENSIONS OF MIND

Presentation:  Models of the Mind, with special reference to the 8 Circuit Model

Workshop: Discussion of the model, experiences with it, variations and alternatives – "all models need revision, when new information comes in."

Perilous Lessons from the Chapel of Ill-Repute
Presented 

by Propaganda Anonymous

WEEK FIVE: Neurogeography of Conspiracy Theory

    Workshop: RAW's 8 Elements of Conspiracy Theory

    Presentation: Lots of Cussin and Discussin this presentation of Wilson's analysis

WEEK SIX: A Tradition of Explanation

    Workshop: The Anthropological Approach to Conspiracy Theories

    Presentation: More Discussions and Cussin about the 'Illuminati' Conspiracy Motif, plus more!

The Cosmic Giggle Factor

Presented by Bobby Campbell

Wherein we will endeavor to use the whimsical magic of art & technology to unleash the RAW power of change in ourselves and the world. PULL MY FINGER!

“The world is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.”

– J. B. S. Haldane

WEEK SEVEN: COSMIC TRIGGER HAPPY

Presentation: The Great Magician

Workshop: Metaprograms & Sigils

WEEK EIGHT: THE FINAL SECRET OF THE ILLUMINATI

Presentation: Operation Mindfuck

Workshop: RAW Memetics

Coming Round Again

Written by Bogus Magus W/ Illustrations by Bobby Campbell

Don't talk to me about journeys to the Underworld. I think of myself as one of those people who doesn't dream.

Oh, sure, 'Everybody dreams!' they say, with a knowing smile, 'it's just that some of us remember them'.

But I forget, I forget.

They tell me this stuff, these people who remember all their serial incarnations. Seriously, they emerge into our daily world from some curious realm that reacts directly to their thought, and calmly step into this entirely different reality - finding me haggard, hung-over, habitual - and they seem neither excited nor scared. Why? Because they not only remember their dream interludes but they also remember their continuity from the day before. Despite all the picaresque adventures of their nights, they seriously rejoin this apparently stable place I call ‘reality’ with quiet resignation. Maybe their consciousness is virtually continuous.

I can go no further. At this point I feel blind. When I finally shut my eyes I drift awhile then I vanish into the black - not for an eternity because as soon as I open my eyes again the world continues. It often seems as if no time had passed. When I felt frightened of the following day I used to stay up - waking hours last longer - if I fell asleep then OPENED my eyes I would face the feared morning (oh, I don't know, dentist, exam, interview, opening night). And yes of course, sometimes the anticipation felt great - how do you think I ever let go into sleep then OPENED my eyes to another day?

But here I just refer to the good days. After all, I often seem to only get sixteen hours daily life to many other people’s twenty-four. So I get a bit behind having to do my dreaming in the daytime - pressure on - but then again, I don’t have nightmares, I guess (how would I know?)

They've done tests. It appears that sleep deprivation alone doesn’t make a human hallucinate in the waking state, but the deprivation of dreams does. So, imagine - me with no dreams, no surrealism, no lucidity, no monsters or jump-cuts, zooms or eternities, always stuck with gravity, and hunger and life-threatening situations that are REAL goddamit, how do you think I feel when I open my eyes to the same old world, still, without a break.

At the breakfast table the jet-setters come in with their travellers' tales of mythic adventure in lucid dreams. Me, I feel like I haven't slept (I often feel like I haven't slept - sleeping often seems about as refreshing as blinking). Anyway, my ‘real, one and only’ world has to incorporate any fun I might get, and for sure it contains some problems I'll have to confront - dead subtle, too, some of them.

Dream rememberers often appear refreshed by their dimensional vacation (though sometimes they report getting stuck at some psychic airport), and they also remember what they were doing in real time yesterday, and why – so they may well have a script and plan for the day ahead, as they move smoothly back to take up where they left off.

What I call sleep is like the black bar between the frames of a movie. Normally (awake) we don't see it, but when someone like me slows down into sleep it takes an age (a split second) to cross that line. Many mornings it goes as smooth as a flicker book - next image, next day. Just some days I cross the line and it's a CUT to another scene entirely - sure, there's probably a connection, some editing gets real suggestive, but there are shock cuts, like coming round and finding someone tied you to a chair and a light shines in your eyes.

Oh, sure. Call me hero. 'Talk! ' they said. I can't talk after I wake up until I have had at least three cups of coffee, some days. At 150 milligrammes per cup I must use a gramme a day. A gramme of caffeine.

It keeps me in the awake world - better the frame you know than the one coming up. Funny that, most people think coffee speeds things up, and I take it to stay awake and get more time in the same frame.

cut

- somebody slugged me

- They put something in my drink

- what happened?

- It all happened so quickly

I find myself back again - seeing if I can figure out a sequence to this movie or find out if the cuts have a logic or merely a careless randomness to them?

Each morning I struggle to piece together what I remember of the time before the last blackout. With a continuous memory of previous frames I might have a chance to pick up a theme, at least - some kind of order apart from mere habitual days, another page of the book, semi-coherent action flickering by (or at least the image of it.) No abruptness interrupts my days.

I find belongings, sometimes, and notes to myself, when I wake up alone and I'm not tied to a chair or whatever. I have no idea what they mean, beyond what they say.