Portable Shrines

Another portableshrines sound ritual…

AFCGT

Arbitron

Treetarantula

oKo yOnO

thursday 8/6 @ the Comet Seattle 9pm $6, $4 with a sunn o))) stamp (thanks Darwin for the amazing poster)

Reality Sandwich has an article up about the Process Church by Genesis Breyer P-Orridge which appears in the new Feral House collection: Love Sex Fear Death: The Inside Story of The Process Church of the Final Judgment by Timothy Wyllie, edited by Adam Parfrey.

Definitely worth a read for those interested in cults and other such dark matters.

The Process Church of the Final Judgment headquarters were at 407 Cole St…Portable Shrines stopped by on a trip to San Fransisco back in October.

prepare your third eye for an awakening…

“PSYCHIC ILLS, named “Best Psychedelic Rock Band” by the Village Voice Best Of NY Issue, since ascending into stratospheric global cult popularity with their canonical 2006 Social Registry LP Dins (the finest psych rock album since the 1970s. Hands down!), remain uncompromising in their artistry and continue to blaze new sonic trails every day of their relentless touring and recording schedule. Still one of the supreme mind-melting acts in the world!” -so says New York Night Train

The Capitol Hill Watercolor Society will be holding a showing of new works very likely to be pertaining to and inspired by the mysterious and supernatural forces of universe which will be called “Paranormal”.

Opening party Thursday July 9th at 7pm at the Cafe Racer in Seattle (on Roosevelt next to the Trading Musician).

Shannon Freshwater: Congelier House was in Pittsburgh and was America's most haunted houses until it mysteriously blew up. previous owner "experimented" with severed heads.

The Following is an excerpt from the book “Entrails of the Multiverse” by Seattle writer John Gillanders of the band Black Science. There will be more to come…Enjoy and Expand Your Mind…

In his ground breaking and extremely controversial research on supposed Alien Abductees, Harvard professor John E. Mack coined the phrase “ontological shock” to describe the nature of how these experiences can affect a person’s view towards the universe. In a nutshell, most people are brought up to think about their own existence in a particular way and yet certain things can happen that suddenly change that view radically and uncontrollably. He uses the word shock to emphasize how wholly unpleasant these experiences can be to accept. It isn’t always easy to completely dismiss decades upon decades of societal programming in favor of a new, widely unpopular belief structure.

It can be even harder to come to terms with the fact that the world in which you once conveniently existed now thinks that you’re functionally insane. Imagine waking up one day only to realize that nearly everyone on Earth, going about their tedious daily routines, were wrong. All the dominant religions that people put so much faith and energy into were grossly off the mark. Feelings of overwhelming frustration and confusion would inevitably set in, most likely followed by anger and alienation.

While I can’t even come close to claiming that I’ve been abducted by hyper-intelligent trans-dimensional space-faring beings, I can say that I have experienced this ontological shock that Mr. Mack refers to and, oddly enough, done so by my own volition.

I remember the night well. I later began to refer to it as the night my innocence was slaughtered. I was staying in a friend’s dorm room at San Francisco State University. A couple of friends and I were in town for the night lured by the promise of ingesting psychedelic mushrooms for the fist time. Now, up to that point the only illicit substance any of us had ever consumed was marijuana so we were anxious for a new kick–not knowing at all what we were getting ourselves into.

We ate the disgustingly flavored ovoid capsules and elongated stems, masking the flavor with peanut butter and pretzels. They went down okay and we began the mile or so long trek to the nearest beach. On the way down we were kind of smiling off handedly–looking at each other nervously wondering when and if anything significant would happen. We even made somewhat disappointed comments as to how it didn’t seem much different than getting stoned.

Then, as if by magick, the second we hit the beach everything changed. The other world invaded. We all became lost between dimensions. The next few hours were kind of a blur. We ranted and laughed at one another incoherently. When I say incoherently I mean that quite literally. I honestly don’t think that any of the words spoken over the next several hours meant anything at all in a conventional sense, and yet they all seemed perfectly intelligible at the time.

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