When was the last time you had all your mental polarities reversed?

To mark the 5th anniversary of the passing of Robert Anton Wilson the folks over at Boing Boing are devoting a week to this great modern philosopher and comedian. Be sure and check it out.

“To make everybody less sure of themselves, that’d be great, huh?”-RAW

“Consciousness itself is an infinite regress. This explains coincidences.”

One-take solo improvisation on Kimball “Voyager” organ recorded 11-20-11
Video and music by Aubrey Nehring

Saturday July 2nd at Cairo (507 E Mercer) WYLD WYZRDZ (PDX), gkfoes vjgoaf (CA) and Perpetual Ritual

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And now an intriguing new piece from John Gillanders of EXTRA DIMENSIONAL fame, the first of what will hopefully be a multi-part series. Read on if you dare…

As a general rule, there is a fairly simple measure which can be used to judge any supposed spiritual leader. If they act is if they truly know what they’re talking about, like they have all the answers, they’re an obvious fraud. In a world of infinite complexity, to think the macro consciousness would be more simplistic than the micro reflection of itself feels like a tragically lazy assumption, yet that’s the mentality that drives a great deal of our daily behavior in regards to spirituality.

Whether you want to believe in the reality (a tough concept to define) of these things is up to you, but it can’t be denied that throughout human history and to this day, certain people perceive what mystics describe as the spirit realm, or I like to refer to as fourth dimensional timespace perception. It just sounds sexier. We love to label these beliefs as crazy because a lot of these people are so far over the edge that we have trouble even connecting with them, but also conveniently ignore the fact that millions of others deal with this on a regular basis, and aren’t remotely “crazy” by any conventional definition of the word. As a matter of fact, spiritual practices that involve ritualistically ingesting sacred chemical compounds and other more natural methods to create “contact with gods” encounters have existed throughout human history, and it’s estimated that at least ten percent of the world’s population practice these more shamanic disciplines still.

I’m one of these people despite the most adamant protestations of my left brain, not to mention my western cultural imprinting. I tried to run away from this aspect of myself for the better part of a decade, but eventually just decided to run with it. It should be noted that my life has improved infinitely since I revised my approach. I write this shit to help explain that there are those amongst you, who for all intents and purposes don’t even exist in the same universe. In experimenting with the occult practices of sigil magick and astral projection, I’ve found it uncanny how aspects of all the world’s major religions have manifested their way into my psychic life, as if to make me take note of their more objective relevance. They are ideas that I’d long ago rejected and believed to be preposterous – largely leading me to acknowledge that our religions are based around more shamanic disciplines in the first place – which is an understanding most of us have completely lost touch with. What are most occult beliefs other than a conglomerate of spiritual ideas rather than a monolithic dogma? Anyone who’s studied Biblical history is at least somewhat aware that the story of Jesus is largely derived from the pre-existing sun God myths of Osiris and Mithras among a slew of others, and that these were largely inspired by the astrological obsession of a more shamanic ancient culture.

In studying and applying these forgotten philosophies to my life, I’ve gotten to a point where I can create the perception in my head where I’m chatting with fourth dimensional timespace or “spirits” if you prefer that connotation. I can do this pretty much any time I want for the most part. It’s not difficult at all, but I will say that I’m not entirely sure I could conceptualize exactly what was going on until just recently. Basically, I do some simple rituals (which I won’t talk about here in the interest of writing a family friendly blog for once) and in doing so put myself in a light hypnagogic trance. When I’m in this state, in addition to a wave of completely indescribable imagery both auditory and visual, I start hearing discarnate voices. Sometimes they seem to be talking to me, other times I appear to be picking up on a conversation between one or more of them entirely out of context.

Needless to say, it’s incredibly strange, and despite me vowing to finish my book this year rather than working on new posts for Portable Shrines, I had a communiqué apparently regarding 2012 download itself spontaneously into my psyche recently that I thought I should probably write down as to avoid forgetting entirely. Now, how do I know this isn’t just in my head? Admittedly, that would be the way you’d fit this kind of encounter into our current paradigm of rational materialism, and I’ll concede that I don’t. Am I just a lunatic? Possible, but I can say that they’ve shown me repeatedly how they are looking at me from a third person perspective with an unlimited range of motion, and that a part of me is as well. I’ve felt it myself. They’ve also told me they exist “outside of time” which raises interesting questions about the subjective nature of time perception. Weren’t hard scientists always the ones talking about reshaping our understanding of time and space? Where’ve we gotten with the time thing exactly? Again, this is what “they” want me to be thinking about – and “they are me”, get it? I have trouble wrapping my head around it as well, but I will say that they have predicted the future in my world repeatedly so if it is “just a part of me”, it’s a part of me that knows things about the reality I exist in which my conscious mind decidedly doesn’t. As point of fact, a week or so before this particular transmission a voice arose telling me that “mercury would bring me a cat”. I had no idea what this meant, especially the Mercury thing, but two days later my wife came home from work telling me how her astrology minded co worker told her that Mercury was in retrograde and later talked at length about the possibility of us getting a cat. See what I mean. This kind of thing happens with an absolute regularity in my life.

In reading up on the history of psychic phenomenon, you realize it’s nothing uncommon, and in a way it’s almost like I’ve developed a new form of remote viewing which I’ve only begun to experiment with and don’t honestly understand at all. One of the perceived flaws in the methodology of remote viewing involves the idea that the initial impressions on targets are often correct, but when the individual mind begins to make sense of them, it leads to inaccuracies. It’s with this in mind that I’ll communicate the aforementioned 2012 transmission in terms of my initial impressions first and then later my interpretation of the data, to let you make some kind of sense of it if you can. It should be said that I wasn’t targeting it in particular and in general had kind of gone out of my way to dismiss the entire 2012 thing, because it just seemed too obvious. Clearly there was nothing to it, and it’s not like I’m now entirely convinced.

Initially this started with the impression in my mind of an LED meter which was running towards absolute red danger territory with green on the right and red on the left. It was as if it was teetering on the brink of emergency alarm, just about to switch over toward irreversible distress. Now, I kind of just got up from this and went about my day, thinking “that was fucking ominous”, and basically again, tried my very best to forget about it. My initial impression or intuitive sense told me this involved natural disasters (or man made I suppose) and us pushing the earth past its breaking point. It’s very difficult to describe how these feelings spontaneously manifest their way into your being, but they do, and that was the vibe I got. Not something I wanted to hear to say the least.

Then a few days later these distinct messages made their way through the ether which seemed to be related to the same topic. This time I got the impression it involved 2012. So what’s going down in 2012 according to them?

“Complete failure of consumerism”

“Third World”

“You’ve been on Earth a long time”

“Your parents are going to have children younger than you”

“It has to do with genetics”

“Did you really wake up that day?”

“There is no sensation of pain in the other realm.”

To which I firmly say, what in the absolute fuck? Did I mention that they’ve also been telling me I’m training to be creator God, much like our sun and the billions of other stars? They present me with training exercises whereby I’m actually creating fourth dimensional reality with the power of my will, by focusing my thoughts. Then there was the time they showed me how all these ancient astrologically aligned architectural sites like the pyramids were means of projecting spiritual energy into the depths of the universe. They had to wipe a lot of my memory after that one. You think maybe this is the type of psi-technology that lead to things like the Mayan calendar? All I can tell you is that you do certain things to manipulate your consciousness, and this is what happens. You can make of it what you want. But let’s take a minute to analyze this particular prophecy line by line.

“Complete Failure of Consumerism”

One of the things that struck me profoundly when the whole economic meltdown hit, was how the idea of the economy recovering is based on an expansionary agenda rooted in overpopulation and stemming from basic materialistic thanatophobia. Why are we so compelled to overpopulate and expand outwardly, especially when we know this psychotic compulsion is fueled by not only human exploitation, but also the exploitation of the animal kingdom and our natural environment? Has our continued insistence on only seeing the micro-consciousness lead us to actually destroy our ability to exist in it so narrowly? As with the prior vision, are we about to venture into emergency territory, where the world fights back with a cleansing disastrous cataclysm? Or is it that the class war finally hits a head when wall street melts down again, leading us to finally look for a better way of living which involves expansion inward and upward rather than unsustainable sprawl? I haven’t a fucking clue, but either explanation certainly seems plausible.

“Third World”

Now this one I found particularly perplexing. Were they talking about our country turning more into a third world country? The machinations for that process are already firmly in place, so it checks out as decidedly logical. But right off the bat it also struck me there might be another meaning. In Mayan prophecy, 2012 marks the end of the 4th world according to most interpretations, but what if this is wrong and we’re actually about to enter the third. Again, we’re working with the idea that some kind of shift is coming and humanity is about to change radically. Oddly, and since I’m technically practicing a technique more in tune with Crowley inspired western occultism – Crowley called these shifts Aeons as laid out in the Book of the Law, and according to him there were three of them. At first there was the Aeon of Isis, in which humanity was dominated by sacred feminine energy and worshipped the female goddesses. The second Aeon of Osiris was to be dominated by patriarchal masculine energy, and the third Aeon of Horus would be the Aeon of the conquering child, where humanity will be dominated by individual liberty. Of course, Crowley thought this era began in 1904? Were they telling me it actually begins in 2012? Again, I have no idea, but for maybe the first time, I kind of directed my confusion at them, and was given further clarification.

“You’ve been on Earth a long time”

“Your parents are going to have children younger than you”

“It has to do with genetics”

Okay, so in tune with this, my coworker recently forwarded me a video of crop circle interpretations that made them out to be a message that our genetic structure is actually going to change in 2012. According to them, our children are suddenly just going to be different due to new configurations of solar wave patterns. I have been previously told that “people are going to be psychic” in no uncertain terms, and based on my own experiences, I think this is an inevitability, yet admittedly have no idea how long this process will take. Knowing that some crop circles are definitely faked and others appear to manifest themselves spontaneously, I’m not sure how much accuracy I’d put on crop circle interpretation to say anything that definitive. I will say though, that the most common theme that arises when you look into the reports of supposed alien contactees, is that of genetic manipulation. As if they are the secret forces working behind the scenes to create our infinitely expanding psycho drama. Are they planning on unveiling the new line in 2012? Again, I haven’t a clue, but that seems to be what they want me to think, further stating that “you’ve been on the Earth a long time”. Now with this, I can say I almost got the impression it involved me in particular and not necessarily the rest of humanity. There was a sense that this was a greatly momentous event, and that I finally get to move on and get myself out the cycle I’ve become stagnant in. And then they hit me with:

“Did you really wake up that day?”

“There is no sensation of pain in the other realm.”

On that note, Grant Morrison’s landmark work regarding 2012, The Invisibles, ends with the mantra: “Our Sentence Is Up” – and here’s where it gets even weirder. They’ve also shown me that I have a future beyond this repeatedly, which is why I’ve always shrugged off the 2012 thing. According to them, I live at least into my early fifties, so is it going to be some kind of ecological meltdown, or as I’ve always maintained, something very subtle, where we slowly realize we’ve shifted outside of ourselves and now vibrate in a world beyond death? Did we really wake up that day or did we gradually start to realize that our world was the dream, and we are the singular conquering child as the Aeon of Horus descends upon us? Do I even have to mention that I don’t have a clue?

There’s a very cogent explanation for why matters of prophecy and understanding prophetic experience lack concrete accuracy, or rather why we lack the ability to derive pinpoint accuracy from them. It has to do with the opposing forces of structure and anti-structure, or chaos and order as it’s more often put, and it’s not as difficult to understand as we’d like to think it is. Past the veil of normal time space perception lies another realm of consciousness which is where we’re from and will return upon death. The perceived order which exists inside of our subjective timestream appears to be non-existent on the other side or at the very least is far more malleable. Both feed from one another, and whereas we’ve been seeing them as warring factions, it might be more beneficial to see them as lovers about to shoot their orgasmic creational energies into the multiverse’s outer stratosphere – giving birth to a singular fifth dimensional entity comprised from pure transcendent art. This order we’ve created is a fairytale that we’re lost in and struggle mightily to see past. I’d never thought it before recently, but maybe we’re about to awaken from this trance? I’d be lying if I told you this was going to happen for sure, and that’s the problem with speaking in certainties. They told me in no uncertain terms that they exist outside of time, which is why it’s difficult for them to communicate with me. See what I mean, it’s difficult for them to communicate with me. Did it all come through clear? I’m actually cutting out where it got truly peculiar and I seemed to be getting recruited into a new world by competing factions from the stars – competing Gods? Is this what I want?

You see what I mean? The next time a religious leader or scientist tells you they understand the visionary experience or that it can be reduced to simplistic platitudes, they’re lying to you. It cannot be understood in the way a math problem can. There is no right or wrong answer, only infinite possibility, which is why we run away from it so. Rather than either or, both and. A true mystic cannot give you answers, only more intriguing questions. It’s up to you to follow these new questions to their logically illogical conclusion in your own life. If in 2012 we suddenly see the complete failure of consumerism and need to find a new direction, maybe start listening to these people rather than stringing them up on crosses. Just a thought.

For this week’s Magic Sound Theatre we have a special treat: DJ Beardomatic who some may also know as Jeffery Taylor from Wall of Sound records and such popular musical combos as Climax Golden Twins and AFCGT.
Jeffery starts things off right at 9pm so be sure and show up early cause you know he’s got the goods.
Then for the late shift DJ Eye will spin you into a stupor and send you home dazed and confused. Please join us for the finest in electrical sound stimulation. With projections by Portable Shrines.

Portable Shrines Magic Sound Theatre- Phantasmagorical synesthesia and audio visual incantations every 1st & 3rd Wednesday at the Living Room -1355 E. Olive Way on Capitol Hill.

When I found her she was huddled on a bed in the basement bedroom, laughing and crying simultaneously – it was quite a peculiar spectacle. They hadn’t held anything back with her, and I should have seen it coming. She was addicted to order, which is why she made such a formidable counterpart. There are holes missing from my brain, she helped fill in the gaps while my mind constantly drifted skyward. We made perfect sense in that quintessential odd couple kind of way. But letting go in the manner necessary to enjoy a hallucinogenic frenzy was probably beyond her current capabilities. I should have known this. If you resist the wave, it beats you into the rocks, and they’d been beating her for a while now. She was sick to her stomach, and one of those people that has problems letting go enough to vomit, so it tormented her internally. But there was more going on. There’d been a level of communiqué afoot. As she stared in the basement mirror something from within forced her to contemplate her self perception, and acknowledge her own distorted self image. 

I was lost, I needed to pull her out of it, but as she spoke a force field of H.R. Geiger-ish mutations congealed around her head, and her lips sparked with a neon illumination. I stared at the ceiling and into the motion of psionic ripples – it was as if a cosmic millipede danced in circles among the plaster. It was hilarious. I started to jostle the bed. “Rock the boat, don’t rock the boat baby.” I sang joyously.

“That’s the stupidest song ever” she replied.

She was laughing again. It only took seven or eight more jokes and another twenty minutes to pull her back from the vicious cycle of logic she’d been unconsciously dragged into. I projected sigils into the ether. I’d been preparing for this and would use my pull with these weirdos to protect her in any way I could.

In no time, her stomach situation seemed to be improving. Suddenly, I realized the problem. We were in a house with a spectacular view of Mount Hood, and she was feeding the impulse to hole up in a dark corner of that particular world. Escape was imperative. I grabbed her arm and slowly coerced her toward the light. She got the captain’s chair by the living room window. I put on some Bardo Pond, and time began to gradually melt away. The transcendent beauty of the Gorge captured our spirits and things now seemed to be turning around with a slick rapidity.

The essence of the environment transformed. The light of the world had imposed its will upon our cognitive experience. The music merged with the eternal. The primary obstacle to the view’s entirety was a tree that now seemed a thousand years old. I had climbed it as a child, and yet never recognized the depth of its infinite wisdom. Right now I was seeing its true face – which included a multitude of perverse reptilian eyes, stinging my insides with boundless enchantment.

At the root of all matter of phenomenon dealing with things like divine connectivity, there lies a conjunctive telepathy – entire fields of transdimensional elation projected from one being to another. This is the future of language, and we’ve been building it all along in our recreation. Right now you can watch boundless hypothetical scenarios play themselves out for your amusement, at your demand. We call these things albums, movies, video games, books, paintings, graphic novels, etc. All attempts to replicate the higher level functioning of our wildest dreams. This tree was engaging me, and words alone couldn’t possibly do the encounter justice. So when writing about it in retrospect I was inspired for the first time in probably five years, to turn to a sketch pad to help better communicate this particularly indescribable sensational extravaganza.

Portrait of a tree:

To further the point that language alone cannot communicate the time altered headspaces that psychedelics inspire see the work of artists like Maura Holden or Robert Hardgrave for instance.

Now, I’m not much of a visual artist by all admission, but I’ve always maintained that the most accurate visual representation of my own psychedelic encounters comes from Vancouver artist Luke Brown, who conveniently considers himself a “hyperspace cartographer”. So this would ultimately be a more accurate, and yet still somehow inadequate representation of what I was trying to pull off with my drawing:

You have to feel these things, I can’t stress that enough. The similarity of Mr. Brown’s art to my own psychedelic “contact” headspaces, is beyond conspicuous to say the least. I remember the first time I saw them. I was high as fuck at a friend’s art opening and stopped dead in my tracks. “My God, he’s captured the vibe completely” I thought to myself, almost in shock. There was an eerie familiarity to put it mildly.

So what does that connection mean? How could we be seeing the same thing if it was all hallucinatory? Why have these headspaces been repressed from mass consumption? You could have access to this dementia – Christ, everyone could. All you need do, is convince yourself that it’s possible. Devise a lexicon of abstract incantations, then navigate to the source.

My fiancé sighed a breath of relief and informed me she’d just been released. Angelic spirit beings had suddenly shown up and told her that she needed to “let go of her body” and that “this is what dying is like”, then quickly descended upon her soul and pulled it from her body, which fell limp in the cushioned chair. She needed a drink, which I fetched for her promptly.

I laid back on the couch and put on an old album by the Orb. “This pleases us” my fiancé cheerfully informed me. I laid back on the couch, still peering intently out the window, straight into the heart of the prime distraction. The entire scene crackled and pixilated out of control – possessed by a boundless, laser beam intensity. The plasma bolts appeared in concentric fixtures, then extended into my being by force. I was beginning to float upward and to the north, as if being pulled out of my body by psychic demons. Normal reality wasn’t even there anymore – consumed by the transient invasion. It was getting too odd, and the terror pulled me down a few rungs back to reality.

Had I just blown it? My chance at shamanic abduction – the experience of being taken to the stars and reconfigured anew by our shape-shifting overlords? In all my years of experimenting with hallucinogens, I’d never felt the magnetic pull upward before in the manner I just had. So many stories of souls being extracted skyward, and lives transformed at the forge of the “star people” maybe best detailed most recently in the brilliant book Supernatural, by Graham Hancock – which lays out the similarities between modern tales of “Alien Abductees” and shamanic initiation rites. He even talks about having a similar encounter with Ayahuasca in this interview on Paratopia, with the same result – the innate fear response taking over and ultimately preventing heavenly ascension.

It would have to be resolved at another time, and most certainly, in another reality. I had blown it, but took consolation in the continued technicolor onslaught projected directly into my being from the infinite hive consciousness from beyond. I was going to ride this out like I always have. We were meant to be here, right now, riding the cosmic current of the multiverse. My fiancée was actually enjoying herself. My magick had worked. She wouldn’t let go. She wanted to fight the wave, but the wave wouldn’t let her. She needed to be extracted from herself by the glowing hands of the divine. Now we could enjoy ourselves.

We nursed our drinks and rode the primal current of bliss emanating from the stereo, still entranced by the mountain’s hypnotic supremacy. We listened to albums by Liars, Meat Beat Manifesto, The Future Sound of London, Failure, and Ride, (classics) using the transcendent intensity of the music to merge our souls with the limitless ecstasy of the earth.

Eventually, the kaleidoscopic visions began to recede to the periphery of consciousness, lurking in the vibrant yet understated corners of my mind tunnel. My fiancée passed out on my lap as the music continued and the sun began to set, casting pink hued hyper color patterns steadily off the mountain. I carried her downstairs and tucked her in, somewhat disappointed that I hadn’t gotten laid, but understanding the inappropriateness of that disappointment. I had no idea the chocolates were that strong, which is always a variable in underground psychopharmacological experimentation rituals such as these. Note to self, next time, take a little, wait, and then decide if you need any more. You’d think I’d have figured these things out by now, but I learned a long time ago that I have to make the same mistake roughly 11 times (if not 1,000) before I finally change my behavioral response to the stimuli. Heather was going to make a great wife. I think possibly, she might curb that number down to 7 with her meticulous nature.

It was the fourth of July (which also happened to be the first anniversary of when we started, errrrr,…….dating), and that meant there was going to be celebratory fireworks, which I could watch from the living room apparently. Oddly, I think the only time I actually get somewhat excited by fireworks is when I’m tripping. I think it stems back from an innerworldly series of visions from years prior when I was 18 or so – stoned out on my head on mushrooms, watching fireworks on a golf course in suburban Ohio with people I barely knew and didn’t really like. Strange times.

I had another hour or so to soldier through, but I’d just throw on some Hawkwind and that’d transport me to the future in thousand year intervals of thought. And there I was. I promptly threw on an album I made called, The Dislocating Flesh Repents which according to Terrascope: “walks the line between noise and music in a repetitive ritual haze, threatening to drive you crazy at any moment”. I was kind of sick of it by this point, but it seemed like an appropriate nightcap soundtrack as I had finished recording it almost exactly a year prior. I poured myself another glass of wine and sat down just as the festive explosions commenced.

It wasn’t the greatest view of the action, but something about the vibrant colors bursting forth over the tree line instigated a particularly profound dialogue within me. What had happened to Heather down in that basement bathroom? What had she seen in the mirror that terrified her so? All these obscure philosophies I’d been studying lately and applying to my interior structure – things like Chaos Magick and Shamanism, why did it all seem so much like self help obviousness? The thought that my future wife dealt with self image issues, much like most of us raised on a constant diet of perfectly chiseled sexual impulse manipulation, wasn’t a topic I’d pondered at length, but all the signs were there. She was an admitted anorexic for years. It would be naïve for me to think those demons had been completely subdued. She’d even told me outright on several occasions that she didn’t even know she was hot, until she went to graduate art school and dudes were all over her. She kept repeating: “think about pretty girls, think about pretty women” under her breath after she’d been pulled from herself by the angels. “think about pretty girls”. As if something was subconsciously imploring her to confront her own issues of self perception head on and deal with the reality that she was, in fact, a pretty girl.

And now as we begin to study these things in a supposedly “scientific manner”, we’re finding them as a potentially useful treatment for things like post traumatic stress disorder, chronic depression, and my personal favorite – chemical dependency. As a mystic and artist rather than a pure scientist, or a transdimensional psychologist if you must only respect scientific inquiry as a means to bring about wisdom, let me posit a rather obvious hypothesis: There is a cosmic intelligence beyond our understanding that wants us to pull our shit together for the best interest of everyone. It’s there for you if you want to listen, and you might not like what it has to tell you, but if what it has to tell you is unpleasant, it’s only unpleasant because you don’t want to put the work necessary into changing. A good analogy would be that it’s difficult for a lot of people to take criticism, and yet criticism is integral to the process of learning, and even more important to creative development. You need to know what you’re doing wrong to understand what you need to improve upon. Letting go of one’s ego is of paramount importance. This should be your quest – to find your relevance in what some refer to as the larger reality.

All these years and infinitely expanding bizarro psychic enclaves – what was the message lying dormant betwixt the psychotic expanse of chaos? I suppose I’d known all along, but on this particular night, it resonated spectacularly in waves of exotic sensation exploding forth amongst the fireworks: “You hate yourself, and you need to stop hating yourself.” It came in visitations from the DMT mind entities, in sigil magick astral contact messages about ancient God incarnations – and even more coherently in specified disembodied hypnagogic voices in my head: “you love you, you want us to save you”.

(continued next month)

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If you were to think of our species as united cosmically as one being, which is something that most of our religions and prominent neuronauts have been telling us since the beginning of what we perceive as time – plotlines begin to emerge that don’t necessarily involve self destruction. In not listening to these viewpoints, we’ve separated ourselves from our own eternal nature and the essence of time. We’re kind of like an idiot savant that can program the shit out of a computer but couldn’t get a date if his life depended on it. Another way of putting it is that we’re becoming increasingly and dangerously unbalanced as an individual; a work-a-holic who’s career success has blinded him to the fact that his personal life is in shambles. This unbalance has produced some hilarious and mind blowingly horrific enchantments, but we need to diversify our science now more than ever. Pleasure rather than violence. Cooperation rather than competition. Self love rather than self hatred. Biology rather than synthetics. DMT rather than prozac.

“The dominator culture has led the human species into a blind alley”

The above is a classic quote from the immortal Terence Mckenna, who now thanks to the wonders of the internet, can be beamed into your consciousness whenever’s convenient to help destabilize your reality. You should try it at work. The main reason I bring this up is because recently I’ve had a few fairly clear communications congeal their way into my realm via the hypnagogic sleep state, boldly questioning the way I perceive magick. The drift I got was that while I’ve been experimenting with stretching my imagination in a context that our culture has considered magick or shamanic – conceptualizing it in this way, in this day and age is beyond retarded. Okay, so actually the drift I got was that me thinking about it in this way was exceptionally hilarious to them (and in them I mean, my Holy Guardian Angel, collective Oversoul or whatever you want to call it).

Which is a good point, but I’ll admit it hurt a bit simultaneously. Walking the spiritual path is like waging a war on your own bullshit, which is a difficult war, and why most people avoid it like the plague. It’s fun to think about these things as being mystical or sorcerous, but we only create boundaries with these esoteric avenues of thought because we haven’t yet investigated them thoroughly as a culture. It’s my contention that this area of inquiry has been intentionally repressed, but I’m not going to get into that here because it tends to get complicated. The late Harvard professor John E. Mack (also now immortal via free internet lectures) – really focused on hammering home the point that in his estimation, the most important conclusion to be taken away from his years of research with supposed “alien abductees” is that we need to come up with new models and means to study and conceive of reality – a novel kind of scientific method that incorporates subjective states of consciousness as legitimate rather than imaginary.

As I’ve said many times before, with current information technology, we’re now at a point where we have an insane amount of data regarding those who achieve transpersonal states of consciousness. The primary question raised by this information is basically: if those who attain these states consistently come back with similar stories and themes, over and over and over again, doesn’t this represent a type of objective reality beyond what we’re trained to believe? How do we study this multiverse of consciousness in a way that’s beneficial to the whole of the planet and therefore us as a species?

It’s almost a moot point because this isn’t what we’re putting our resources into, but it’s not all bad.  Millitary spending’s going through the roof. Oh wait, that is pretty bad. It’s nearly doubled since 9/11 (cue the conspiracy theorists); which is especially heinous in the midst of the current class war. This shit is really happening. This is what we’re channeling our collective energies into as a species. A couple weeks back, Aubrey forwarded me a link to this documentary about weird and in my mind somewhat creepy technological advances in fields like robotics and neuroscience called Technocalypse, which I’d recommend to anyone. There’s an essence of beauty in the way we can now seemingly cull anything out of the realm of fantasy into reality, but man, why are we doing some of this odd crap?

In a book I read by one of the military’s pay-rolled psychic’s (it was either Lyn Buchanan or Joseph McMoneagle, I can’t honestly remember), the concept that the majority of our science actually comes from science fiction was discussed at length – the idea that ultimately the science fiction that young researchers grow up reading is what drives the avenues of creation they aspire to – power of suggestion plain and simple. Now, what I find unsettling about this, is that in a lot of the sci fi that’s succeeded in western culture, our creation of robots turns out being spectacularly disastrous to put it mildly. If I were to go out on a limb and theorize as to why, I’d say that our odd compulsion to create synthetic life in the images of beings from our world, represents as far away as we can get from what many refer to as: “source” or “god”. We’re attempting to create life void of spirit, which is just kind of a sketchy concept anyway you look at it. The true purpose to most of this technology will most certainly be to kill brown people and phase the human work force into obsolescence. My friend Ryk recently turned me on to the fact that militarized robotic dogs are now in the works. Militarized robot dogs – no shit! It’s not all doom and gloom though. Video games continue to be awesome, albeit largely more violent than I’d prefer. It’s easy to forget that the military did help create the internet. These advances always have repercussions that benefit humanity if almost by accident. In a way, I think the information technology we’ve only just begun to develop, gives us new ways to shape our interior world that could potentially have wide reaching transformative effects on our society if we were to manipulate them properly. Shortly after I started working a job where I stared at a computer all day, I began to find myself awake in the middle of the night, again in a hynagogic state, with consistent visitations from cybernetic light entities who seemed to be psychically rebuilding my life essence. Seriously strange, like updates being installed on a computer driving my consciousness to move faster and faster towards infinity. This continued for quite some time, and still happens on occasion. I had a dream once where I fell asleep at my desk and a hand reached out of my computer screen and inserted a disc deep into my forehead – which lead to pretty much the same sensation – reality accelerating into a detached informational oblivion.

The concept of a transhuman as laid out in the tehnocalypse feature is completely different than what I would conceive. These dorks are talking about wanting to download their consciousness onto a hard drive as a means to achieve immortality (which is really misguided when our souls are already eternal). I’d envision telepathic sex gods who could play the shit out of the drums and create new, exotic recreational drugs with a mere thought.

In Richard Metzger’s recent two part interview with Genesis P. Orridge (which you can take in here and here) the concept of transhumans being psychick pan sexual beings is thrown out there, which is oddly in tune with what you often read about say, grey aliens. In Genesis’ opinion, anything we can do to promote and experiment with the concept of species unity is of paramount importance. Things like genetic manipulation and eugenics are concepts he supports whole heartedly. Not a popular avenue of thought I know, but just for a minute think about how we liberally tinker with the genetic lines of other species who we deem as beneath us. I personally love watching dog shows, because they’re essentially a genetic trade conference. It gives me kind of an intergalactic feeling inside. It’s pretty arrogant to think that if there was an older, more highly evolved species than us in the universe (or even say, many), it or they wouldn’t be conducting similar experiments on our populace. Just food for thought. He also talks about how he and his late wife, Lady Jane, used to keep each other continually spaced on ketamine (who they refer to as “grandmother” if I’m remembering correctly) for days at a time – even waking up before one another and going all in with some sleep dosing. You should really listen to that if you have time.

Maybe I’ve just been geeking out on Caprica a bit much as of late, but all these things make me wonder if the prime quandary presented to us in creating weirdo synthetic killbots, is truly the very nature of our existence itself. The unfortunate thing about where science has gone is that we’re starting to get a lot of results, which is making us oh so very arrogant about the legitimacy of the philosophy getting these results – hence, we are even more prone to ignore basic limitations like the fact that we don’t even know what we are or why we’re here exactly. We’re starting to understand that our brains are bio computers programmable by chemical stimulation and exterior suggestion, but we refuse to ask the larger questions. Here’s a thought: we have souls, that’s what you science geeks always seem to be missing. We are ultimately, a means to channel psionic energy from the astral plane into a particularly awe inspiring and interwoven network of plotlines, as a means to expand reality. The potentiality is limitless.

If you were to think of our species as united cosmically as one being, which is something that most of our religions and prominent neuronauts have been telling us since the beginning of what we perceive as time – plotlines begin to emerge that don’t necessarily involve self destruction. In not listening to these viewpoints, we’ve separated ourselves from our own eternal nature and the essence of time. We’re kind of like an idiot savant that can program the shit out of a computer but couldn’t get a date if his life depended on it. Another way of putting it is that we’re becoming increasingly and dangerously unbalanced as an individual; a work-a-holic who’s career success has blinded him to the fact that his personal life is in shambles. This unbalance has produced some hilarious and mind blowingly horrific enchantments, but we need to diversify our science now more than ever. Pleasure rather than violence. Cooperation rather than competition. Self love rather than self hatred. Biology rather than synthetics. DMT rather than prozac. In thinking about the concept of transhumanism and contemplating my own version of it, in conjunction with questioning my own perception of magick as commanded by internal forces, I decided I’d start a new field of psychology for my self and anyone else who might actually be prone to listen. While I’ll always refer to my particular psychosis as chaos sorcery, this is merely a reference to the ancient traditions and philosophies that have influenced my worldview. I’m really an experimental psychologist, and since we’re just throwing the prefix trans on everything these days, let’s call my particular field of inquiry transdimensional psychology. This is the field that sees the brain as a bio computer that can be reprogrammed to accept its own multi-dimensional reality and contact those other worlds of imagination in which it currently exists largely unknowingly. The primary and most difficult step to achieving meaningful contact with these unknown worlds is to eliminate the doubt as to your own expansive nature by pursuing transpersonal states of consciousness. This is done to create a behaviorally transformative ontological shock. The thing that mystics, philosophers, magickians, sorcerers and the like have been trying to tell humanity for centuries now, is that while you can’t prove the reality of these matters by conventional scientific method (well, that’s actually debatable), you can prove them to yourself. In fact, you must. A transdimensional psychologist is one who seeks to manipulate what is known as the physical world with information and abilities gained by accessing dimensions of consciousness hitherto unknown, by any means necessary. Transdimensional psychology – you heard it here first.