I like my coffey the way I like my magik: black as hell....A small Satanic Selection of Excreations

"Black magic operates most effectively in preconscious, marginal areas. Casual curses are the most effective. "

-William S. Burroughs

"for the love of mike!” – “zounds!” – “for pete’s sake!” – “gadzooks!” – “for crying out loud!” – “criminetles!” – “leaping lizards!” – “pish! tosh!” – “hell’s bells!” – “suffering succotash!” – “cheese and crackers…(got all muddy!)” – “land’s sakes!” – “me oh my!” – “well, blow me down!” – “what the hey!” – “son of a gun!” – “hail columbia!” – “well, i swan! ” – “son of a bee hive!” – “swear to god!” – “hot dog!” – “gol dang it!” – “i’ll be buttered!” – “gosh darn it!” – “what in blue blazes!” – “dag nab it!” – “what the sam hill!” – “doggone it!” – “what the deuce!” – “i’ll be doggoned!” – “dog my cats!” – “jiminy crickets!” – “good grief!” – “shoot!” – “holy cow!” – “fiddlesticks!” – “by golly!” – “i’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” – “gripes!” – “egads!” – “jeez!” – “you’re full of prunes!” – “by golly!” – “none of your beeswax!” – “by gum!” – “for criminy sakes!” – “by jupiter!” – “shucks!” – “omigosh!” – “what the (heck!)” – “excuse my dust!” – “don’t stop now!” – “by heck!” – “this’ll kill ya!” – “you don’t say!” – “oh, fudge!” – “good grief!” – “h-e-double toothpicks!” – “good heavens!” – “land sakes!” – “go to blazes!” – “sakes alive!” – “heavens to betsy!” – “well, i’ll be!” – “jumping jehosephat!” – “great scott!” – “lord love a duck!” – “great balls of fire!” – “holy moley!” – “glorioski!” – “saints preserve us!” – “land o goshen!” – “good gravy!” – “tarnation!” – “consarn – “shiver me timbers!” – “yumping yimminy!” – “oy, veh iz mir!” – “if dat don’t take de cake!” – “shut my mouth!” – “yikes!” – “mama mia!” – “the cat’s pajamas!” – “the monkey’s instep!” – “s.o.b!” – “son of a sea cook!” – “son of a biscuit!” – “pshaw!” – “bushwa!” – “zut alors!” – “aw, nertz!” – “oh, nuts!” – “golly!” – “golly gee!” – “holy moses!” – “by jove!” – “gosh almighty!” – “goodness gracious!” – “good gravy!” – “by george!” – “great guns!” – “holy cats!” – “confound it!” – “gee whillikers!” – “gee whiz!” – “godfrey daniel!” – “cut it out…you’re – killin’ me!” – “good heavens!” – “holy smoke!” – “by cracky!” – “my stars!” – “judas priest!” – “bless my soul!” – “upon my word!” – “the cat’s meow!” – “jiminy christmas!” – “blimey!” – “honest injun!” – “caramba!” – “i’ll be a dirty – so and so!” – “i’ll be darned!” – “how d’ye like that!” – “whadda ya know about that!” – “gimme a break!” – “hang it all!” – “ain’t it the truth!” – “shadrack, mesach, and a billy goat!” – “three cheers & a tiger!” – “aw, figs!” – “fan my brow!” – “tan my hide!” – “great day in the morning!” – “glory be!” – “holy mackerel!” – “heavenly days!” – “stuff and nonsense!” – “my aching back!” – “for pity’s sakes!” – “whadda ya gonna do!” – “that’s telling ‘em – “well, strike me pink!” – “you don’t say!” – “sez you!” – “so’s your old man!” – “your mudder wears army shoes!” – “go chase yourself!"...........of course there are many many many many many many many many more so pull up dem sleeves, use yr. nooggin' know-how of nocebos & START CURSIN'!

From The Cloven Hoof Issue #129

unwittingly repotted by yr. favourite Cockcomb & Arsonit Duo, Pert & Burny

WHO OWNS THIS PLANET EARTH? by Christopher S. Hyatt, Ph.D.

The Scene: The Space Ship Enterprise.

The Question: Kirk to Spock—Who owns the Planet Earth and its inhabitants?

The Answer: Spock to Crew—Those who have the power to define. Those who have the power to lie well.

The ownership of the Planet has changed hands a hundred times. I think if you trace their papers back far enough one of their first owners was called Jehovah. Approximately 50% of the present population still believe He still owns the planet and that they have been chosen to rule the rest.

The earthlings have an interesting habit of dividing up ownership through wars and then marking their territory on little scraps of paper. The inhabitants of each territory think they are superior to their neighbors. This in turn creates new wars and new divisions. This is their particular form of making changes. It is difficult for them to change without being forced to or having some horrible event take place. They use primitive genetic practices. Conquered regions are used as experimental breeding grounds. When they ran out of new frontiers and artificially attempted to stabilize the planet there were four main classes of people. The intelligent and powerful, the status quo, the poor and the criminal. When they invented space travel the powerful and the criminals left, the poor were slaughtered and the ownership of the planet passed to the Status Quo. These were known as the middle class of mid-zonal professionals who from their inception have attempted to imitate the powerful and intelligent. They in turn re-invented the same four classes and the ownership of the planet is up for grabs. The majority of the problems on this planet are the result of the idea that humans are not sovereign and autonomous, but property owned by primitive Gods and incompetent governments. At this time the United States believes it is the most competent and elite.(but so does every other Government)

It is important to remember when visiting this planet that words, things and thinking are experienced by the inhabitants as the same. They are full of pride, easily hurt and capable of just about anything. They suffer from a poor memory when it comes to self improvement and an excellent one when it comes to remembering slights and imagined injuries.

They enjoy the game known as scapegoat. This is a game where they find someone less powerful to blame their problems on. Often they will torture, enslave and murder their victims. As I said and it warrants repeating, the inhabitants respond to words and pictures with the same neuro-physiological reactions as real events. Be cautious, it can get quite dangerous down there. They are very aware of differences and at times respond with curiosity but tend to respond with violence.

The dawning of popular Western Metaphysics (the history of metaphor) is best expressed by the story of the Tree of Knowledge, when an imagined, undifferentiated, blissful world called the Garden of Eden was suddenly split apart when a female member of the species ate an apple and then tempted her mate to do the same. Adam and Eve’s act of disobedience, born from a womb of curiosity, divided the world into two. Good and evil became primary modes of thinking and reacting and members of the species have proceeded to develop entire philosophies from this metaphor. As I have said, although very childish, they are also very inventive.

The primal set of concepts, good and evil, springs from disobedience, the very well spring of God’s greatest gift, man’s free will. It was the very use of this gift which inescapably gave birth to shame, guilt, original sin and planetary bankruptcy. It seems that intention transforms accidents into crimes.

Expelled from paradise into a world of gravity and work mankind must now forever struggle for his act of primal disobedience. From an idyllic world free from pain, man found himself in the world of change, of differences and similarities, of epistemology, and of language, a tool which can cut in two directions at the same time. The ancient Hawaiian’s have a proverb which says, “In language is life and death.”

From the simple myth of Eden which almost every Western child is familiar, sprang a world view, which, in its extreme, is represented by modern day earth television evangelism. It appears, that God is a landlord, indeed a slumlord, but always a Lord. Man is an ungrateful, rebellious slave-child who can never pay his debt, except possibly by complete obedience, casting his mind and nature into the “caring” hands of his angry and frustrated Creator.

This species’ philosophy has enjoyed centuries of speculating on the fruits of this primal disobedience—The emergence of the Opposites. Some of these opposites have been Nature/Nurture, Being/Becoming, Whole/Part, Real/Apparent, Mind/Body, Physical/Spiritual, Man/God and other meta-morsels.

Any intelligent human could simply re-create the entire history of the planet by plotting the Opposites, both as independent grids and or as interactive forces over time. In fact we could diagnose or mirror an individual or an entire culture’s development simply by understanding which position on each grid a group’s belief system is plotted. For example, the Chinese believe in fate, the Americans believe in free will.

The “opposites” (either/ors) have served as epistemological training ground for metaphysicians who could demonstrate their superiority to the masses by turning an apple into an orange. Of course, only those divinely ordained to understand the true meaning of these terms could participate in this sport. The rest stood in awe and worshiped those who had the credentials and ability to understand the dark and mysterious world(s) of
Being and Becoming.

The problem of opposites lies in the inadequate information gained from the Tree of Knowledge—good and evil. When man learned about good and evil he did not learn how words are like containers that can be filled with just about any type of liquid.

Like a child who receives an airplane for a gift and is so delighted and overwhelmed by the way the wheels turn, he never learns that the plane, if used differently, can fly. The utter emptiness of words gave man the opportunity to fill them with whatever he needed, while at the same time believing the words had an independent substance of their very own.

The opposites have served as a primitive model of classifying, ordering and understanding the universe. Their real use is the their speed and ease allowing for quick reactions in dangerous situations. The grunt “UGH” means run.

Although the species has changed from its beginnings it still prefers to rely on opposites rather than even simple interacting grids.

In other words, the notion of opposites is not a “natural law,” but simply a primitive survival device with many interesting and dangerous uses. If we carefully examine history we will find that man has torn himself apart with his belief in the REALITY and NECESSITY of Either/Ors.

For the man in the street, the philosophies of opposites, particularly Good and Evil, have served as a torture chamber, a crucifix made from metaphor. Thrust into a world which views him as the property of Gods and States and overwhelmed by an unrepayable debt, the metaphysics of slavery and the facts of pain, pleasure and death; bolstered by science, whose theorists have become the whores of the state, man is now informed
that he is ill. The proof of this is his refusal to submit completely. The world debt is due to his saying “no” to total slavery. He will not obey. We are at War, and man is the enemy. The question is: Who is on the other side?

Original sin is now also translated into sickness, calling in a new and scientific priest craft who rush to the rescue. Man is sick, addicted, lame, and dangerous, needing constant protection and supervision by the state, insurance companies, and a never-ending parade of caring, licensed professionals. We are told over and over again that man’s illness and addictions are costing US billions. Man the slave/resource, is causing US trouble, he is interfering with OUR Plans. Man’s debt has now increased a billion-fold. Those who question the “plans” or the sanity of the metaphors in play, are diagnosed as morally unfit or mentally ill.

Evil emerges as a metaphor which refers to those who refuse to accept the Plan—the prevailing Garden of Eden—created by God so She may bestow Her Love and Grace. If man refuses he must be force-fed.

What makes the notion of Evil and Good work is the belief that the words have substance independent of the workings of man’s own mind and his uncanny need and ability to create final causes.

All that is required for metaphysics to function, to perform its magic, is any unanswered question which can be associated with fear and pain. What makes a leader is someone who claims that he can fill the void.

While most humans agree that slavery is evil—that the ownership of one human by another is immoral—few humans equate slavery with enforced education, welfare, health, and the idea of a perfect orderly universe. Slavery is usually associated with power over others and with the ability to enforce one’s will on another without the fear of retaliation. Within the “right” of ownership and debt there is a hidden mystery—a metaphysics—a knowledge only available to those with the power to create and enforce their metaphysics. Whenever a new group achieves power, they also inherit the metaphysics, and magically, the ability to use it.

However, an interesting twist has taken place in the entire slave/master paradigm. Enforced education, welfare, health, are for our own good and it is our duty to submit to the treatment. This is immediately followed by the platitude that all these laws are necessary for the smooth functioning of society, which, of course, we all observe daily. Without someone to run the show we would have chaos and disorder. This is followed by a SMILE, and the statement that
“things could be worse.”

Modern slavery is not simply a “Thou Shalt Not,” but numerous “Thou Shalts.” Many liberated humans even believe that it is the obligation of the Masters to care for their Slaves. Of course, what is different is the title-word “citizen” and that today’s sophisticated redistribution of power shows no blood during family hour TV.

We can begin to scent the meaning of evil. It smells of change, contradiction, uncertainties. It is the lack of stability, becoming, the opposite of order, being, peace, the good. Here the confusion coincides with physiology. We have mixed the whole thing up. We have confused the physiology of comfort, the cognition of stability, beliefs as truth, predictable futures, statistics—with the idea of a Morality. In other words, while chaos, disorder, change and destruction are integral and necessary elements of life on this heavy G planet, we abhor its realization and worse yet, its Existence. This requires the postulation of its opposite as an Ideal, a heaven juxtaposed against earth. A God who loathes his Creation. From this has evolved a need to group act, to over-control and “normalize.” We are simply No-Good Shits—by Definition.

From this we have created the Idea of the one God, separated from his creation by Evil. The new slavery, unlike the old, not only guarantees that the slave will be punished if he transgresses, but also guarantees stability, order, health and education—by decree. The new slave must let God (State) bestow care and supervision onto her, in order to ensure the continuing “safe” functioning of the person as resource. If the person refuses, denies the right of the Master and his Plan, the person is Evil. It is important to remember (the story of Job stresses this), Evil cannot be a characteristic of the Master, only the Slave. When the slave gets smart she reverses the process.

Mind and Will are exchanged for a guaranteed future. But even a modern slave cannot tolerate the complete awareness of the exchange. Acknowledging his cowardice and slave mentality would offend his “pride.” To cover up the trade, we require more fictions and ideologies.

We now search for the enemy of stability, as if it had a face, an identity, other than LIFE ITSELF.

And our search for those who cause the discomfort is directed at the rebels. Those who dare rattle the cage of stability.

The rebel the one who sought and tamed new frontiers, once revered as hero and mystic, is now turned into the sociopath. This transformation from hero to devil is partially a result of the stability demanded by those who come after him (the middle class) to live off the fruits of his courage and struggle, the mass which comes to fill the world carved by those who thrived on nature’s unpredictable chaotic qualities. Once the frontier is
“tamed” Status Quo moves in and demands order. A place where they can build their nests and ensure the betterment of their genetic coils. Morality is in fact an invention for the Middle Class. It creates a notion of order and justice in the world. The truly Powerful do not require these fictions and the Poor…well, they know better.

What of the rebel now? If lucky, he became wealthy and powerful, and with that, mobile, able to keep out of reach of those who require absolute tranquillity and predictability in order to breed. If unlucky, he is forcibly exiled, jailed or murdered.

However, this is not the end of the story, for Nature “knows” that it cannot survive without the rebel. She is born again and again, and when born into stability, taming is difficult. The child is incorrigible, delinquent, hyperactive, requiring Ritalin, psychotherapy, special education. If lucky, the child escapes with the deep scars of guilt, shame and self-hatred, but at least having a chance to find its own frontier. If unlucky, the child is tortured, jailed, or suffers from never-ending despair.

When there is no frontier for the rebel the soul of a society begins to suffer. Some, like Wilhelm Reich, contend that the culture can itself be diseased. He referred to this as the Emotional Plague. In the end he was proven correct, not simply by the culture, but by individuals who embodied the repressed counterparts of an ideal.

According to Jungian tradition the manifestation or experience of evil results from the repression of both the personal and the collective shadow, sometimes resulting in physical manifestations such as Hitler, regarded in this age as the Epitome of Evil. However, what is the cause of this repression but the Ideal itself? In the face of this intimation, why still worship the Ideal?

As Nietzsche so beautifully put it, the ideal of truth posited by the Christian world, was the value which overturned it. Can we say that our fear and denial of instability or disorder, which in my view is the result of a lack of belief in ourselves as anything but a slave race, be perceived as more devastating than chaos and instability itself? The attempt to destroy evil, in and of itself, is an attempt to destroy life. Accepting that disobedience was the first evil, it follows that any attempt to destroy disobedience is an attempt to destroy life. I believe that even the rebel Jesus would agree that his acts of dis-obedience were perceived as evil by the establishment Rabbis, who used the notion of evil to destroy him.

To understand what a “civilized Christian society” means by Evil, we should dilate on Hitler’s aspirations. He saw himself on a Messianic mission to purify and help his definition of perfected man evolve and rule the world. He saw himself and his followers as the Masters and the rest of the world as slaves. He was willing to do anything to see his vision fulfilled, including Usurping the Power of Mass Murder from God (see The Flood, among others...). But remember Usurping is the greater sin.

He performed his willful acts openly and told the world what his intentions were. He brought to consciousness a picture of mass evil (something which everyone else was doing, but behind more-or-less closed doors). Was his Sin any different when compared to Stalin, Mao, Ghenghis Khan, the Christian and Islamic inquisitions, and the hundreds of other cultures, civilizations and religions which have thought of themselves as Chosen, on a Mission, superior and willing to murder for the Ideal? Could we say then, that his evil was simply losing, or was it the “more important” fact that he employed violence? If so, what of the American Indian, and other races and cultures destroyed by the Christian notion of a pure white race. And what of the Blacks in America? No, most humans would argue that Hitler’s evil was something more. What was it? It may have been because it happened in our own time, it was blatant, he lost the war, he crossed his genetic borders, or attacked the “chosen people” or ??

(As an aside, I would like to inform the reader that some individuals, after reading this, have asked me if I was a National Socialist simply because I used Hitler as an example!)

The word Evil functions in such a way as to allow one group to justify their own atrocities and make them noble. By dealing with such a powerful metaphysical abstraction (one which is physiologically associated with pain, fear, trembling and survival), it is an easy step to the performance of an act such as “execution,” with the sense of moral righteousness and vindication. It is not a man who is being executed, it is Evil. It is the void filled with all the imagination and terror of a cowardly “adjusted” Status Quo man.

What is the psychological effect on the slave of the following two statements?

1) We will execute anyone who disobeys.
2) We will execute anyone who is evil.

As Nietzsche has shown, evil is an invention serving a purpose. It allows one group to justify its will to power over another, just as it has been used to intimidate most men.

REBELS AND DEVILS

The rebel with a cause is one who risks the label of evil when she attempts to remove—or go beyond—the categories of limitation currently believed. Just like the notion of the four-minute-mile which once became “eternally” defined as an Absolute, the rebel challenges arbitrary definitions, commandments and rules, which are believed to be Absolute. Some of these are death, gravity, limitations of the body and intelligence.

What we do and how we feel is a function of believing in fictitious limitations which have no basis except in habits.

Good and Evil and Opposites in general are primitive devices used by our minds to order the universe, and in my view, create an atmosphere of conflict which might not otherwise exist. The meaning and truth ascribed to the various pairs of opposites including such famous arguments as Nature/Nurture are a function of Who has the Power to create Definitions and, thereby, Offenders.

If the human mind requires “evil” in order to function, let it be death, stupidity, gravity and disease. If the human mind requires the notion of “good,” let it be ceasing the primitive process of projecting our Greatness onto Idols—accepting Evil onto Ourselves.

WHO OWNS YOU?


The table below shows three models of OWNERSHIP: The first is the Model of God; the second, derived from the first, is the Model of Society and its Caretakers. The third is the Model of the Rebel-Devil.

One purpose of this Ownership Table is to help the individual gain insight into fundamentalist attitudes of Ownership.

Only when man Owns Himself is the dehumanizing process of slavery non-existent. The notion of Ownership, be it explicit or tacit, is the Key Concept which determines what is thought of as a problem and what solutions can be offered.

If we accept the Model of the Cyber-Shaman (that man Owns Himself), 95 percent of the so-called problems—which we read about in newspapers, hear about on the radio, watch on television, and discuss with friends—Do Not Exist. Thus, all proposed Solutions for these Pseudo-Problems are Meaningless.

The concept of OWNERSHIP starts in the cradle and does not end—not even in the grave.

Thus, our solution is NOT the eradication of

Ownership


But Rather


Not Viewing Oneself As Ownable

2^2 Oímelg- Hymn To Proserpine by Swinburne

Here, where the world is quiet;

         Here, where all trouble seems

Dead winds' and spent waves' riot

         In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing

For reaping folk and sowing,

For harvest-time and mowing,

         A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,

         And men that laugh and weep;

Of what may come hereafter

         For men that sow to reap:

I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

         And everything but sleep.

Here life has death for neighbour,

         And far from eye or ear

Wan waves and wet winds labour,

         Weak ships and spirits steer;

They drive adrift, and whither

They wot not who make thither;

But no such winds blow hither,

         And no such things grow here.

No growth of moor or coppice,

         No heather-flower or vine,

But bloomless buds of poppies,

         Green grapes of Proserpine,

Pale beds of blowing rushes

Where no leaf blooms or blushes

Save this whereout she crushes

         For dead men deadly wine.

Pale, without name or number,

         In fruitless fields of corn,

They bow themselves and slumber

         All night till light is born;

And like a soul belated,

In hell and heaven unmated,

By cloud and mist abated

         Comes out of darkness morn.

Though one were strong as seven,

         He too with death shall dwell,

Nor wake with wings in heaven,

         Nor weep for pains in hell;

Though one were fair as roses,

His beauty clouds and closes;

And well though love reposes,

         In the end it is not well.

Pale, beyond porch and portal,

         Crowned with calm leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

         With cold immortal hands;

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love's who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

         From many times and lands.

She waits for each and other,

         She waits for all men born;

Forgets the earth her mother,

            The life of fruits and corn;

And spring and seed and swallow

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

         And flowers are put to scorn.

There go the loves that wither,

         The old loves with wearier wings;

And all dead years draw thither,

         And all disastrous things;

Dead dreams of days forsaken,

Blind buds that snows have shaken,

Wild leaves that winds have taken,

         Red strays of ruined springs.

We are not sure of sorrow,

         And joy was never sure;

To-day will die to-morrow;

         Time stoops to no man's lure;

And love, grown faint and fretful,

With lips but half regretful

Sighs, and with eyes forgetful

         Weeps that no loves endure.

From too much love of living,

         From hope and fear set free,

We thank with brief thanksgiving

         Whatever gods may be

That no life lives for ever;

That dead men rise up never;

That even the weariest river

         Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,

         Nor any change of light:

Nor sound of waters shaken,

         Nor any sound or sight:

Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,

Nor days nor things diurnal;

Only the sleep eternal

         In an eternal night.

CHAOS ALWAYS HAS THE LAST LAUGH (buy the Octave-ooo!)

(Scribbled From Chapter ? of the Octavo)
RIGHT NOW
The major question facing our species at this time = 

Do we want an apocalypse or not, and if so, of what kind?


Chaos always raises more questions than answers, we will always have chaos but do we want high grade evolutionary chaos or low grade devolutionary chaos?

Chaos started as Khaos a sort of unpredictable primordial mess from which the ordered universe developed. The classical Greek idea of a ghastly, unpredictable and unlawful mess from which emerged first the world and then the rather nasty Titans, and then the slightly more agreeable gods and eventually humanity, with the implication it could all go Khaos-shaped again if we don't behave.

Subsequently chaos just became a synonym for disorder, meaningless randomness, anarchy, system failure and destruction. However a few contrarian souls could still perceive the positive potential embodied in the concept of chaos. The power of chaos to reverse entropy and bend the laws of possibility. For creative destruction. For adventitious change. For unlimited possibility.

Mathematicians discovered that many process that seemed random actually showed extreme sensitivity to initial conditions. Thus we now understand why we cannot solve the three body gravitation problem, and why we cannot predict next month's weather and a vast number of other moderately complex things. In fact it seems that we can now prove that we cannot really anticipate what any complex system will do beyond a certain point.  To know such things we would require impossibly precise data about the starting conditions because in many systems a minute difference at the start rapidly mushrooms into a completely different future, yet this will happen to ANY system eventually.

Extreme sensitivity to initial conditions has no theoretical limit in chaos science. Thus it extends down to the quantum domain underlying physical reality where events become indeterminate. So it acts as a sort of ladder by which quantum randomness climbs up into the macroscopic world to eventually create huge indeterminacies. So not only might a butterfly changing direction over Mongolia eventually trigger a hurricane in Florida, but a random quantum quirk in the butterfly's nervous system might have contributed to the direction change in the first place.

Thus massively improbable things happen all the time. All events that occur partake of this fantastic improbability. At the times of our conceptions the chances of us encountering each other on precisely this apge would have stood at almost infinity to one against.

The whole universe runs on a Total Improbability Drive, Chaos Rules!

Averting the Apocralyse

The Gods come from Chaos as our Hellenic ancestors surmised. The deeper you penetrate into Chaos the more primordial, powerful and unpredictable the deities you encounter.

The Elder Gods of Sex and Death, of Love and Hate, and of Fear and Desire, lurk beneath the thin and fragile veneer of our Civilization.

Yet beneath this pantheon lie the Elder Gods of all, the raw forces of creativity and destruction of the Universe itself.

The universe has a Panpsychic Sentience of a sort. It lives. Its components exhibit random quantum autonomy and they communicate with each other non-locally to produce a spectrum of 'consciousnesses' from the sub-atomic through the biological to the galactic.

Most of these 'consciousnesses' appear so alien to us humans that we can barely recognize them as such. Fellow mammals seem partly comprehensible, reptiles seem less so, insects remain inscrutable, and as for atoms and galaxies, well we merely have a few flimsy and paradoxical equations with which to understand them.

Our appreciation of Chaos has evolved from a primitive dualistic view of Order verse Chaos into a more sophisticated triality of Order-Chaos-Disorder in which Chaos not only undoes things but it also acts creatively to ferment and evolve new Order and fresh complexity.

Magicians seeking to invoke Chaos need to carefully consider the cost - benefit analysis of such Faustian Pacts, for Chaos can manifest on a spectrum from random destruction to random creativity. Making anything always involves breaking something else; the magician should carefully consider the size and quality of any omelette that may possibly result.

The magical technique of Anthropomorphic Deity Personification (ADP) remains the magician's most effective method of interacting with events that we can at best in rational mode, usually only conceptualize as abstract concepts.

Chaos phenomenises in fractal mode, from quantum particle level, through it chemical, biological, ecological, sociological, psychological, technological, and political manifestation, and then on up into astronomical and cosmological levels.

At the most basic nuclear level such anthropomorphic personifcations as H.P. Lovecraft's conception of AZATHOTH, the 'blind mad god at the centre of chaos' allow the magician to channel pure randomness to macroscopic levels.

Of course unadulterated randomness will most probably have deleterious effects on the health, lifestyle, and sanity of relatively highly structured organisms such as ourselves, and few take such risks, except in extremis. Magic may well fill the vacuum when you have exhausted the resources of common sense, but conjuring for a purely random result implies either a great faith in the universe or perhaps a great faith in one's own deep unconscious.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. For every successful artist, hero and mystic, hundreds lie dead and forgotten, their random inspirations led to nothing more.

At the more complex levels of reality the interplay between Chaos, Order and Disorder becomes more sophisticated. Order strives to control Disorder but it also provides new possibilities for Chaos, and Chaos spawns both new Order and Disorder.

The more highly ordered a structure gets, the greater the likelihood of catastrophic failure, unless it retains enough chaos to restructure itself.

As we enter the somewhat arbitrarily designated third millennium the Order of the human world seems perilously perched on the brink of Apocalypse.

We have built a fantastically complex and interdependent system of Integrated Information based critically on the energy/information input from fossil fuels. However we have now entered the realm of diminishing returns from this resource. We have already used vast amounts of it merely to create entropy and huge amounts of low grade throwaway Integrated Information instead of quality creations. If we cannot innovate and substitute some other inputs such as nuclear or renewable power then a systemic collapse will follow and most of our population and culture will go with it. End of Story.

Stand on any hillside overlooking on of our huge cities and notice its fundamental instability. Any interruption to the endless food convoys streaming into it or to the megawatts of power and fuel flowing in spells disaster, as does breakdown in its internal communications media. Modern cities lack the robustness of pre-modern towns which could usually supply themselves from the surrounding countryside, and restore command and control functions with a short walk and talk.

Our numbers and our consumption have reached levels that our technology cannot sustain for much longer.

We have severely depleted our planet's fossil fuels to achieve such levels of population and consumption.


We face catastrophic climatic and ecological changes if we continue on our present course.

We do not appear to have many viable alternatives to this Apocalypse on the horizon.

The world's richest nation now needs 10,000 gallons of oil to survive each and every second. It has few plans to reduce this dependency, and most other nations now seek to emulate this behaviour.

We have already wrecked large areas of the planet's oceans and our new unsustainable industrial farming techniques imperil the fertility of the land.

On current projections the human population of earth will climb to 9 billion by mid-century. The end of century figure remains debatable but may  not exceed a few hundred thousand living in Medieval or perhaps even Neolithic barbarity in the Polar Regions only.

The four horsemen, Famine, Pestilence/Pollution, War and Death, groom their steeds. Within a few decades most of our cities and civilization may lie in ruins as the food and the fuel run out and we slaughter each other over what little remains.

This has happened many times before on local scales, it may soon happen on a global scale.

Any fall tends to occur much more quickly than the long and apparently comfortable climb up to the cusp of catastrophe.

Unless of course we evolve other plans.........

Whether we act or not, we seem to face an impending Eschaton, a global change of planetary ecology and climate and human civilization. A slim chance exists that we can Immanentize an agreeable Eschaton rather than a vast historical reversal. It seems worth a try.


The chances of advanced human civilization surviving the twenty first century now seem to diminish with every passing year. As a species we stand in dire need of creative shocks and surprising innovations to our ways of thinking.

Humanity got into its current impasse by stimulating scientific enquiry in the first place but this has led to unsustainable forms of hyper-industrialization. Now we must search for new and alternative futures. Science on its own now seems alarmingly short of technical fixes for the problems that its technology has spawned. 

(BAM BAM BA BA BAAAAAAAAAAAA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Cue the entry of the Fifth Horseperson, Chaos, who might just show us how to distort probability and arrest the slide into entropy sufficiently to create a merry Revelation instead, in which the impending Apocalypse becomes but a mere myth which we had the sense and inspiration to avert.  


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How are we to circumvent our circumstances?
Aren't we here to make change the course of history?
Are we not here to confound priests, princes, politicians, scientists, suits, standards and policemen?
To break the rules, bend the boundaries.....dare i say....
ARE WE NOT HERE TO ATTEMPT THE IMPOSSIBLE?????!?!?!?
TO OVERTHROW CONSENSUS REALITY!
TO REGAIN THE SPIRIT!
TO SAVE HUMANITY!
NEED A GOOD REASON FOR THE SEASON?
OUR PURPOSE = TO BATTLE THE GLOBAL MELTDOWN OF CIVILIZATION
OUR MISSION = TO RECREATE EXISTENCE IN OUR OWN MEANINGFUL IMAGE
WE ARE HERE TO FIGHT FOR THE FUTURE & PREVENT TOTAL ARMAGEDDON 
SO LET US HEED THESE WORDS & IMMANENTIZE OUR OWN DAMN ESCHATON/S!


NOW JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE THE TIME FOR ACTION


NOW THE ONLY SPACETIME LEFT TO DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS
NOW & ONLY NOW (PAST/PRESENT/FUTURE COMBINED)
NOW THE TIME FOR MAGIK


NOW IS 
RIGHT NOW
now
go


"we may well be the ones
to set this world on its ear.
we may well get it done
if not, then why the hell are we here?" - Westerberg

"every dis-ease is a musical problem;
every cure is a musical solution."- Novalis



- SO (if there must be) The pope PJC
(mostly & definately not the last bit) (you know who you are)


(with minor humble editing by the number two.....seriously though absolutely full on mad deep respeck &  thank you o so much Mr. Carroll.... in advanced. this needed to be passed on to show what is truly at stake. 2 gives mad love and will take down anything (specially in regards to our more than likely piss poor editing) if asked)
PS likewise goes for the art 2 and any names will be added if found,noticed and/or wanted.

TIME GENTLEMEN PLEASE from The Red Goddess by Peter Grey

'It is time to get drunk!
If you are not to be the
martyred slaves to Time,
be perpetually drunk!
With wine, with poetry,
or with virtue as you
please. '
- Baudelaire

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR AN AVATAR OF THE HOLY WHORE, you could do worse than asking a barmaid. It is no mistake that the almond-eyed houris of Muslim paradise serve the drinks. It is the same exchange you can see in hostess bars and lap dancing clubs where the customers project their fantasies on the pliant flesh. In those empty black eyes they are still looking for the Whore Goddess, to lose themselves in a glimmer of orgasm. So let us get down to business and raise a glass to Sister Siburi. In this chapter you will learn how to get intoxicated with the Goddess.

The Siburi appear in Sumer as the earthly priestesses of Holy Tavern Harlotry.

Siburi is the guardian of the Law, in Sumerian 'me' . Creating a priestess of alcohol and sex seemed like an eminently sensible mix, and it still does.

You can drink to remember, you can drink to forget, and if you are drunk enough, everything is Goddess.

In the mad hunt for an aphrodisiac the subtle use of alcohol gets downplayed, but it is a perfect number with it is mimicry of sexual arousal. The flushed cheeks and slight disorientation relax the body into louche abandon. I can see Siburi with her silver cocktail shaker knocking out some wonderful velvet concoctions to loosen up her clients. If you have ever spent a night drinking with witches you will know that this is a skill that has been handed down through the tradition.

But more than booze was on tap in the Holy Tavern. As the gorgeously titled 'Divine Barmaid' Siburi controlled the descent to the underworld. In other words these Priestesses knew the pharmaceutical secrets of the poppy, mushroom and hashish. You can add as many more drugs as you like to the bottom of the prescription, but poppy, mushrooms and hashish are definites in the Soma stakes. The first written mention of the opium poppy in human history comes from Sumeria. If you want to look for a more radical psychedelic agent you can look for the moonflower blooms of datura or the flying ointment checklist of thorn apple, aconite and belladonna. You can even conjecture about blue lotus or other drugs, but opium, mushrooms and hashish have the effects and the geographical distribution that match. Magickians have a knack of procuring exotic pharmaceutical tools, and take them with them on their travels. Customs were not so strict back
then. The cocaine traces in Egyptian mummy wrappings are a case in point. Siburi may well have dished out other drugs, but opium, mushrooms and hashish are givens. Probably in combination.

Now let us get some perspective here before we lose it in a helter skelter drug world. We are talking about measured doses for a specific reason. Not undisciplined use. Crowley tried this in his Abbey of Thelema where the drugs simply lay in bowls to take or pass over. This path requires a strong mind, and the path of the adept is littered with spent hypodermics and broken brothers.

When we talk about the descent to the underworld we are in shamanic territory. This is not some relaxed trip that Siburi presides over as a safety. This is not a recreational wind down and switch off after a hard day at the office pressing the cuneiform. The drugs that Siburi dealt out were to do with the mysteries of sex and death. Let us start with death, it is always popular. The set and setting are concerned with ripping away your body and ego. A metaphysical dismemberment. Opium is one way to get you down there. Go ask Coleridge.

The classic tale is of when Inanna descends to hell to rescue Dumuzi.
She is challenged in turn by demons at seven gates.

At the first gate she gave up her sandals. This is the will.
At the second gate she gave up her ankle bells. This is the ego.
At the third gate she gave up her robe. This is the mind.
At the fourth gate she gave up her breastcups. This is the sex role.
At the fifth gate she gave up her necklace. This is the rapture of illumination.
At the sixth gate she gave up her earrings. This is magick.
At the seventh gate she gave up her crown. This is her godhood.
Inanna entered hell naked, as a woman.

This is a female lunar and planetary mystery that was played out in Babylon and is still used by some working groups as a powerful method of initiation for their Priestesses. This descent can be facilitated by the careful application of drugs. This approach is not always suitable but has the benefit of being unequivocal. The seven gates correspond to the seven sephirah below the supernal triad. This is a female version of working with the seven heads of the Beast. As I am not a woman and have not gone through this experience I am going to break with occult tradition and shut the fuck up. If I have not personally done it I will not talk about it as if I have.

The other phannaceuticals Siburi dispenses are of course the more subtle drugs of sexual juices. This tradition can also be found with the suvasini or 'sweet smelling ladies' of Tantra. These medicines are the jewels of Siburi.

MINE' S A LARGE ONE


If you want to be modern, we are talking about a drug-pushing madam fuelled up on booze. Does that stretch your vision of holy? Have another drink, you will get there in the end.

Siburi is your best friend, and she is going to help you learn about the Goddess more quickly than you can say 'Robert Graves' . Open a bottle. She has got something to tell you, but you have got to get ready to hear it. We will break for a paragraph while you nip out and get something to drink. Don't ask what, you already know. We have heard enough about the corrupting influence of books, this one is telling you to go and get yourself a drink.

First we will start with a toast to Her, it is traditional. I have gone with some odd elderberry port, it seems sweet enough and the blood red is always good. As She said, you can have what you like. It is always what She likes.

So, to Babalon!

Even with the first mouthful you can feel the flush of alcohol spreading through you. It warms the blood. Just as she wants to warm your blood. Look at Her standing there. Your body eases, as if you have fallen an inch deeper into your skin. Your vision will soon start to soften and the hard edges yield into curves. It all depends how much you want to let go.

Not only can you hear the sounds around you, you can hear the blood in your heart. Really you should have another. She is halfway to pouring it for you before the thought is even fully formed. It is so easy to get lost in Her eyes. You can let go. As you watch Her exhale you can let go further and further. Breathe with Her. Several slow deep breaths. Your breathing is softening and changing. You have stopped breathing from the chest you are breathing lower from deep in your body. The breathing is from the very base of your spine. When you let go with Her the breath rises from the base of your spine. It comes in waves up your spine unlocking all the tension from your back. It is not even air now, it is energy flowing up your spine and pushing at the base of your skull. Breathe with Her. If it is going too fast, then drink some more with Her, She is moving at your speed. There is no rush. As She breathes out let go. Let go until there is no tension left. Let go with Her. When you are ready let it go into Her.

Let go.


The definition of a black brother is simply one who cannot Let Go.

You really have to let Babalon have it. She is one hell of a Goddess. If you can just do that one piece of worship it will all make so much more sense to you. If you need Siburi to pour you a river before you can let go of enough ego to do this simple exercise, you need to learn more about letting go. We all need to learn how to let go. ALL magick is the result of this one technique. This is the only technique you need to be a perfect master of the yoga of Babalon. It is impossible for me to over emphasize this single simple point.

Back to our story, with Hammurabi's conquest of Sumer-Akkad Siburu became Sibelu, and her heavenly aspect became Subulutu, a celestial virgin, a priestess whore who never married.

The message from this early avatar of Babalon is simple. Loosen up. Have a drink and allow yourself to be intoxicated with Love for the Whore Goddess. If that is not enough She will quite happily spike your drink and drag you down to hell. Some of us can meet Her over a cocktail, others of us will need rohypnol and ravishment.

There is not long before closing time gendemen, the hour is getting late and your youth is running out. I suggest you finish your drinks down to the very last drop. You would not want to offend the bar staff in this particular establishment.

“Babalon” by Christopher Conn Askew
http://www.scarletimprint.com/redgoddess.htm jolly ho & merry

Get Yr Fruske On

get your fruschkshon witcha gurrrl. gonna give it to ya.

JUST KIDDING,

Those aren't actually the lyrics to 'Grin Diesel' by your friends in Fuck the Tundra. Those are right below this paragraph. Well it's about time, wouldn't you say? I get an email every now and then for lyrics, and, well, it just kind of seems like doing it this way makes a lot of sense. In case you were ever wondering what the fuck was going on in the middle of the chaos, these are the words to the grin diesel tape.

gintro [kirk/ben]

the pigeon super shuffle.

then naked slime dude! (slime dude hobbies include sandwich swaps at ghost-pigeon picnics)

the pigeon super shuffle.

good harvest [ben/kirk]

self exhortation. all crowded, all clouded in excess, no exits or take-backs.

not stoked on spiked punch, trains derail themselves. the idea of: a gray scale circus of laughs lacking the muses.

and be sure to use trusty bait when fishing.

conscious effortlessness invites abrasive energy to pervert development. insignificant carriers attempt to prevent progress and i can't grasp why i ever complied.

wow. that was a good harvest.

in the thick of it all we tried to cash out copped out punchlines, and question the core in crunchtime.

cherry picker, could you pick it out? that collecting, shouting "doubt!"

self exhortation, all crowded, all clouded in excess, no exits or take-backs. wow. that was a good harvest.

Tommy Luv is NOT GAY [kirk]

I WANT YOUUU! HOOO HOOO HOOO!

Grin Diesel [kirk]

although recollection assures me the past is long gone.

grin diesel. hey man, smile. it's not the end of the world, you know. who knows why people reject lack of acknowledgment? uncertain situations holding the most vague intentions, although recollection assures me the past is long gone.

chow ya bin?

gud n yu?

although, recollection assures me the past is long gone.

goomba (with wings) [fuck the tundra]

okay, i actually don't know what kirk screams at the beginning. also, this song is just filthy. we're not usually this vile.

(ben's first line) riding the majestic goomba with wings. ruffling the defiled feathers.

riding the majestic goomba with wings.

look at the goomba on gabes.

riding the majestic goomba with wings.

assists in discharging girthy goo.

riding the majestic goomba with wings.

unleash the winged, beastly, goomba.

(this chorus is all kirk)

(ben) here's clayton jonstone, and mark bossman, with tyler anderson, kyle gillis, and starring Jimmy Kimmel, as The Goomba. here's clayton jonstone, and mark bossman, with tyler anderson, kyle gillis, and starring Jimmy Kimmel, as The Goomba. here's clayton jonstone, and mark bossman, with tyler anderson, kyle gillis, and starring Jimmy Kimmel "!"

you SHOULD unLEASH the MERciLESS winged BEASTly GOOOOOOOMba

matt wood's giberish, kirk screams all pretty about something. i believe it's about jerking off in the closet at some point.

The tape is always free for digital download here: www.mediafire.com/?tmnq5giyihv

let me know if the link is wonky.

"2!"