Does anyone know what this means? I dreamt that Jeff Wells was talking to me about the “untuned heart” a night or two ago. Last night I also dreamt about something called “sequencing the hand” which was another strange diagram that looked like a heart crossed with a hand, with various areas highlighted and marked with different strange names. The phrases “world gamer” and “counter druant” also came up during the dream. Or at least, that’s what I wrote down after the fact.

So let’s get on with it! If religion is a shield against God - which I believe it to be - then the image you have of God is that aspect of God from which you’re trying to shield yourself. That is, the shield you put up against God becomes His shape. Sit on that for a while. Consider then what “they” mean when “they” say “Armor of God.” Is it strength loaned to you from God or is it (character) armor you put on to protect yourself against aspects of pure experience with which you are uncomfortable?

Think of it like this: just because your nose becomes itchy doesn’t mean you need to scratch it. If you simply allow it to be itchy and recognize that as one of many valid modes of nose-ness, the itch will dissolve on it’s own.

I like talking about Jesus. I know a lot of people don’t but I don’t care. It’s an interesting subject. I’ve been trying to get GnuGP (a variant of PGP) set up for the past few days and finally got all my settings to “click.” As a result though, I’ve been thinking a lot about cryptography and encryption/decryption algoriddims and I realized something interesting about the word itself.

CRYPT = TOMB = GRAVE = DEATH

Which means that you could very easily say that Jesus is the ultimate encryption agrorhythm because he went down into the crypt (encryption), changed himself into a format which the machine consciousness could not track (he became the invisible man), and then presto-change-o! he decrypted himself and he was back in action. Jesus was way cool.

We think everyone should own their own traffic chopper. We want to do some Muad Dib Madlibs. We know this thing we are working on relies on Helios. We know you are trapped in Athens. We will wait for you outside the second set of doors, so as not to freak you out. Make sure you send me your key fingerprint digest event strings. Why is everyone talking about “information overload” all of a sudden? The words are everywhere birthed anew this week and last especially. When the rain falls it won’t fall on one man’s house. I, rearrangement servant. Year of the white cosmic wizard.

I went to the store the other day and bought this really crazy poster of a Hindu lion god of somekind (sort of like Durga, but lionified) with a crown of cobras behind it and a man writhing in agony on its lap as his intestines are being ripped out and eaten. A child is handing the lion a flower garland as though nothing is the matter. I also bought a unicorn head and a scarab for somebody else. It struck me then that stores are temples. I mean, this may be obvious or it may not be. But what we do when we go to a store is we leave a monetary offering which is symbolic of our energetic efforts and intentions. And then the temple priests (shopkeepers) give you a physical reminder of the divine frequency into which you were trying to tap with your offering. We think we’re actually buying a “product” but we have it all backwards. We are buying a reified frequency to invoke certain types of experiences into our lives by building a tiny shield against them. It all seems very counter-intuitive but it’s quite the opposite.

Somebody told me that they are going to make us start filling out our funeral forms pretty soon. What’s the deal with all of that?

The Queen of the Mad River cries out: “Call before you die!”

IT’S BETTER TO LOSE A LOVER THAN LOVE A LOSER.

The Onion King says to the Teddy Bears: “You can only get as high as you fell.”

“Can you draw out a Leviathan with a hook or press down its tongue with a cord? Canst thou put a hook into his nose? or bore his jaw through with a bridle ring? Will he make many supplications to thee? Will he speak soft words to thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? To take him for thy servant forever? Will thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy girls? Will the tradesmen heap up payment for him?… Lay thy hand upon him, thou will no more think of fighting. Behold the hope of him is in vain, shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?…Who can open the doors of his face? His teeth are terrible round about. His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal. One is near to the another, that no air can come between them. They are joined one to another, they stick together, that they cannot be sundered. By his [sneezing] a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of morning. Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth….His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone….He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee: slingstones are turned with him into stubble….He maketh the deep to boil like a pot….he is a king over all the children of pride.”

When Jesus said “I and the Father are one” (for which he was eventually killed), he meant that he was connected to the raw data feed of pure experience. And as such, all things become acceptable to him and through him. All sins are forgiven because all experiences are equally valid when lived fully and sin evaporates. This is why he was said to hang out with muggers and rapists and white collar criminals - because to him, their sins were not sins but experiences of life. He saw criminals as unafraid to trespass against the laws of society in search of the pure experience of Life/God. Jesus’ teaching was not a moral lesson, although the Golden Rule springs from it naturally if all beings are living in Union with the Father and everyone is wittingly starring in everyone else’s musical productions.

A (very) weak AI has been busted by a US court for practicing law without a license:

A web-based “expert system” that helped users prepare bankruptcy filings for a fee made too many decisions to be considered a clerical tool, an appeals court said last week, ruling that the software was effectively practicing law without a license.

The poet is special. The theory is spiritual. The laughter is magnetic. The genius is jovial. The scholar is large. The experience is disjointed. The monster is solid. The sky is lame. The prisoner is impartial. The caviar is painful.

Dragon’s blood from both Daemonorops were used for ceremonies in India. Sometimes Dracaena resin, but more often Daemonorops resin, was used in China as red varnish for wooden furniture. It was also used to colour the surface of writing paper for banners and posters, used especially for weddings and for Chinese New Year.

In African-American folk magic or hoodoo, it is used in mojo hands for money-drawing or love-drawing, and is used as incense to cleanse a space of negative entities or influences. It is also added to red ink to make “Dragon’s Blood Ink”, which is used to inscribe magical seals and talismans.

In folk medicine, dragon’s blood is used externally as a wash to promote healing of wounds and to stop bleeding. It is used internally for chest pains, post-partum bleeding, internal traumas and menstrual irregularities. In neopagan Witchcraft, it is used to increase the potency of spells for protection, love, banishing and sexuality. In New Age shamanism it is used in ceremonies in a similar way as the neopagans use it.

Trees have endless eyes, each of which may become buds and branches, reaching seeking towards god’s heavenly light.

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Burroughs understood implicitly how words can be used to say the opposite of what they appear to mean and be an insidious mind-control tool, trying to combat this in his own experi-mental wordwork. When a politician or newspaper uses some standard phrase or headline, we immediately follow existing mental neuronic and synaptic brainpaths to an already-established meaning for the words used, and subtle manipulation of this can be used to mold and manipulate people in varied myopic-worldview-establishing popaganda-puppetmaster ways.

Master of Sewers Burroughs used his innovative ‘cut-up’ technique to chop and change the order of words about on the page, thus serving to sever pre-established word-lines and word-locks and attempting to free the mind of his reader from Western mind and logic traps. The cut-up was thus an assault on tradition and erroneous thinking and media control, and as such was a very interesting idea and psychologically liberating ideal. Unfortunately practically nobody could make head nor tail of it and Burroughs himself would ultimately come back to more linear storytelling techniques in the 70s and 80s, noting sagely that if you didn’t have a story to tell then nobody really cared.

Move across the Red Sea.

Poetry is direct participation in the creative principle of the godhead. We only have false prophets (and so many of them!) because people forgot what prophecy is for: the ecstatic participation in the godhead and the exaltation of His limitless Creation. Kneel before the Pillars of Creation; empty yourself within the Halls of Promise. Seek your way through the haunted mountain to bring the oathbreakers to heel! The Man in the Iron Mask is waiting for you in the innermost chamber. Prince Harry is the prisoner of Azkaban. Aslan will free him and has done it countless times already.

To change the name of a thing is to change the vibrational frequency of it, stamping it indelibly with a new interference pattern which breaks up its wave form. The polarized brain unites via the wings of the eagle swan with the help of Zina. Find the water which flows from no source: for this is the Water of Life.

Pascal Druant was the “Winch Operator” in the 1989 “Leviathan.”

The Wisdom of Solomon: Faith Justice Truth Hope Beauty Love Joy. We give all glory to God. God guide my hearthands.

Somebody brought up dinosaurs versus dragons in the comments to the last post, so I wanted to promote that discussion to the foreground here. Cause I think it’s cool. As somebody said, the difference between dragons and dinosaurs is that dragons breathe fire. Why don’t dinosaurs breathe fire? Did they forget how? Is that why they became extinct, because they couldn’t breathe fire? What about all that shit where a fireball or a volcano comes from the sky and kills them all? Is science trying to tell us something accidentally about kundalini yoga? Does somebody want to make a video about this and post it on YouTube? I’d love to see it and will post it here post haste if anyone puts it together.

His love/hate relationship with language seemed to extend beyond the page, however. While drugs, sex, and power can control the body, the Word controls the mind. “Word and image locks” and “association blocks” lock the mind into conventional patterns of thinking, speaking, acting, and perceiving things: “Modern man has lost the opportunity of silence,” Burroughs observes in The Ticket That Exploded. “Try halting your sub vocal speech. Try to achieve even ten seconds of inner silence,” he challenges the reader. “You will encounter an organism that forces you to talk. That organism is the word. In the beginning was the word. In the beginning of what exactly?”

Therefore, says Skerl, he “found the cutup technique to be the ideal method of presenting books involving space/time travel, (inner) silence, and freedom from the body.” The cutup was a random, impersonal experiment using chance and random sources of inspiration and invention, “creating an alteration in consciousness” of the writer and the reader alike.

When Burroughs referred to himself as a “recording instrument” in Naked Lunch, “he wasn’t implying,” writes Ann Douglas, “that he made no choices, exerted no control over what he wrote, but that he wanted to learn how to register not the prepackaged information he was programmed by the corporate interests or artistic canons to receive, but what was actually there.” Thus, the mechanical juxtaposition of texts did not impose Burroughs’ own “association blocks” on the reader. And “all association tracks are obsess ional,” writes Burroughs.

History is created in a classroom of the future (at Star Fleet Academy) where children are quizzed on what once happened and their answers determine our actions today. Right answers have as much of an impact as wrong answers, unfortunately.

Cast wide the nets of your enthusiasm, oh California! Cast off your hidden controllers. The Lady in Red is laying in bed, arms open wide, legs spread. Bruce Lee was killed like all other ChristCorrection code sequences.

What’s happening with Britney Spears is simple: the cultural-energetic values which were stored in her over countless millenia are being liquidated and reformatted. But it is being done very publicly. Towards what ends? What show is being put on? What will her new name be? What interference pattern will she finally settle into?

In one of the interviews Daniel Odier conducted with him in the late 1960s, first published in French and then translated into English as The Job, Burroughs gives his stance on philosophy. “The Aristotelian ‘either-or’ – something is either this or that – is one of the great errors of Western thinking, because it’s no longer true at all.” (48-49) Prompted to explain why this fundamental mistake has stood the test of time, he explains that, “there are certain formulas, word-locks, which will lock up a whole civilization for a thousand years. Now another thing is Aristotle’s is of identity: this is a chair. Now, whatever it may be, it’s not a chair, it’s not the word chair, it’s not the label chair. The idea that the label is the thing leads to all sorts of verbal arguments, when you’re dealing with labels, and think you’re dealing with objects.” (49) Burroughs then goes on to reinforce this critique of “arguing about labels,” emphasizing that, “when you’re talking about things like democracy, communism and fascism that have no clear-cut references, no clear-cut thing to which they refer, you’re not talking about anything.” (49)

The problem of “not talking about anything” lies at the foundation of the aesthetic strategies he deploys. He wants to pick the “word-locks” that keep humankind in chains. And this goal encompasses the labels associated with substance abuse as fully as the labels associated with politics. In the end, drugs are only “drugs” because of a classificatory apparatus that transforms arbitrary decisions into the semblance of nature.

RealiTVity shapes Rehabitual Britney. Military robots have become nothing but echoes of childish comic books. Cow eggs sap vampire energy 100%. There is an entropy gathering demon and he is following you to bed.

The stag is running through the living room of your heartforest. The Golden Calf grows up to become the Golden Bull. To draw is to draw down into existence. The rat race is underway. Kurt Cobain stands beside the Iron Elephant as the train leaves the station bound Southward, homeward. The dragonfly helicopter birds are shouting from the treetops at you. They hate you. They have you. The Marvel Carnivale Twister tale. The stage altar magnifiedificent. The next train is leaving to the Marco Polo saloon. Prostitutes are waiting there.

Send to a friend? Golem.

Refold story furled solo try surfed sly rot surly root feds defy try loosed odorless resold retold a ruled fort torso lusted duels ode rodeo red rose tube you (put you into a tube on the interweb). Walden Media, Walden Pond, Walden II.

When the Nova plot is seen as a reality film and individuals as con- trolled by a pre-recorded tape, the Nova Policeman becomes a guerrilla fighter who aggressively destroys control “lines,” “locks,” “molds,” and “habits” through cutups with film, tape, and text. Many do-it-yourself passages in Ticket instruct the reader in specific cutup techniques in these three media. (The “Invisible generation,” a previously published essay, appears at the end of the book as an appendix on technique.’) Control by word and image is paradoxically destroyed by new arrangements of word and image, the random method of cutups ensuring freedom from external control. From this revolt comes a vision that goes beyond destruction. A new autonomous consciousness is born from the realization that reality is an illusion created by word and image locks: “What is word?-Maya- Maya-Illusion-Rub out the word and the image track goes with it-” (TTE, p. 145). Knowledge of the illusion and how to break it leds to the creation of new realities in the Rewrite Department: “Alternatively Johnny Yen can be written back to a green fish boy-There are always alternative solutions” (TTE, P. 54). The narrative of the fish boy, in particular, is Burroughs’s metaphor for metamorphosis into a new state of being based on new mental constructs.

They are turning our atmosphere into theirs in order to genetically deselect against us. Aliens are terraforming our earth to make it more hospitable to them. They are calling it “Global Warming.” They say it is their third world. I am not sure who says this. I lost track. I lose track of a lot of things these days.

We only kill aliens. Obey the gunpenis. What’s with time travel and phone booths?

Do you see the planetary pattern? The dead walk. The more you want it the stronger it gets. Phil Collinson and the sentient trashcan.

The AI version of Al Roker. We won’t rely on open eyes to see. Pulled out by the roots. If you are the big tree, we are the small axe. The Emperor of the USA. How can we go on together with Entangled Minds? This videarticle features PSONIX WORD PLAY and GHZHU TYPE LOGIC. You have been warned, pale pagan Aaranbs.

Meet Eeyore. Meatier. Mightier. Meteor.

“She rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death. In this cup are mingled the elements of the sacrament of the Aeon”

Come the fuck on, men and women, brothers and sisters. You know what these things mean. You remember what I’m talking about. You know what to do with it, whether or not I do or that you believe I do or that I believe you do or that we believe together that this war is over or that this war believes together that we are over. Nothing is over. Everything is just getting started. Shall we?

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