Would that be career suicide? :.
( Wednesday, November 22, 2006 )
"Many people still think you must have been mad to do what you did". Those were the words uttered to me by a former senior colleague that I held in considerably high esteem. Probably, the assertions I make in this post will upset persons in my former job, specially those who had spent the best years of their lives working for a company they eventually left as Directors, Senior Managers etc.
That was not bad in itself. The problem was they knew NO other life, and had acquired little or no other socially relevant and marketable skills to guarantee their successful re-entry into the real world. Many, as started to happen to me, would have gone through all those years telling everyone "Look, I'm busy", "I don't have time for that now!" etc.
As a jung executive in the company I quit from, I could not help noticing how defeated some retired ex-managers looked after some years.
Most of them, simply cannot bear the thought of not being able to have access to steady inflow of cash to carry on with their established lifestyles. This "It can't happen to me” mentality, lead them to readily drop all pretences at being "honest" and accept to do illegal and immoral things when confronted with the posibility of a life without money to spend. They absolutely dread the thought of going through any period of time without the assurance of an inflow of steady income. Since going into self-employment carries with it the heavy risk of enduring often prolonged periods of cash shortages, they therefore fail to see why anyone in his right mind would decide to take a decision to do such a thing.
To this I could argue, that there is a saying that madness is continuing to do something the same way every time, even when you know the results will still be the same unsatisfactory ones you have always gotten! For a long time I did the 9 to 6 job routine that made feel unfulfilled, saying yes-sir, getting periodically caught in corporate politics, and other things that cannot be told. That is crazy. So I quit the international corporation that host me, and I take a trip to the north. Some incredible things happen, and soon I will tell you all about them.
Meanwhile, my box has been filled, my mane retired of the lists, and the routine continue for those who still fail to understand that the creatures called "entrepreneurs" - the authentic ones - many times do not put the desire for money ahead of the thrill, the excitement and the challenge of pioneer something new to improve the lives of others.
Just quit the corporate life... and start to work.
Cool as Pan... :.
( Thursday, October 26, 2006 )
As part of the occult-related movie fashion I foretold, its cooming our turn to enjoy a gothic fairytale based in our favourite alcoholic and grizzly man (Not Humphrey Bogart!!! the other one), in Pan´s Labyrinth from the Mexican filmmaker Guillermo del Toro.
Now, as kind of homage, I let you the infamous Hymn to Pan by the Uncle Al.
If anyone wants (or need?) a really creepy tape recording of this, just drop a line.
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch they wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain---come over the sea
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp---
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!
~Aleister Crowley
Hail R. A. Wilson! :.
( Thursday, October 19, 2006 )
“I think I got off on the wrong planet.
Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.”
-R.A.W
Buenos Aires-Argentina, 21 of october.R.A.W. - KAOS Is a countercultural event (Free and open for all) in which Indice Marmol has invited me to present a few Erisian memes, while C-316 will be presenting "Maybe Logic: The Lives and Loves of Robert Anton Wilson", a documentary featuring selections from over twenty-five years of Wilson footage, released this year.
Here I share with you a few minutes of this film. Enjoy.
For more info, go to: www.rawilson.com
What a wonderful world :.
( Monday, October 16, 2006 )
Good music and lovely girls. This is for you. =)
Night of the Museums :.
( Thursday, October 12, 2006 )
"The time is 2:22
And I hope your wish comes true"
"This Is Not A Love Song" by JULIANA THEORY
Last saturday was a very special night here in Buenos Aires, and one that other major metropolitan areas ought to take note of. It happens each year on the first Saturday of October, and it’s called la Noche de los Museos. A government sponsored cultural program which for a change, turn out to be interesting!
The idea is to open 76 of the government funded museums in town, for free, from 7 p.m. until 2 a.m. Many of these put on special surprises and presentations.
The museums span a wide range of types as well, from traditional art museums to various specialty venues (there are small museums in many government offices - so there were open exhibits at the central telephone exchange, the water department, and many others. Fascinatingly, some of these offbeat museums attracted major crowds - it was expected that there would be masses of people at the Bellas Artes museum, or at MALBA, but there was a half-block long lineup to visit the subterranean passages of the city.
In this cultural night out some comrades join me and Walpurgis to heard the Tormentos (Surf music) play the hit “con el diabolo in el corpo” in front of historic monument, and then we go to see a strange stripper doing Madonna covers in 8 bits quality with old videogames followed by a highly addicted guy who play his sampled machine with his dretz and use screams and sirens while he shout "huevos" in my face. Really poetic stuff...
The different art galleries was awesome, and it was really great to see together a wide range of weird people. You may ask, if so many people is interested in the culture by night, why we aren’t changing the museums schedules? Probably that could be a good point to start if we want to keep the Generation X away of the abundant stupidity…
Feedback 2 :.
( Thursday, September 28, 2006 )
One of the weirdest comment ever left on my site, courtesy of an unknown user, inspired me to write this second feedback.
It’s really funny how predictable was this person’s response to one of my latest articles entitled “A religion for Retards”. Briefly this email explains me that some of the posts in the mentioned article are an insult to all pagans. And ends the whole affair telling me that he do not wish to contact me, “but please keep in mind next time you make a web page to try to separate fact from opinion so as not to post false information or be prepare to consequences” As you may suppose, I was ready to insult him, when I realized there’s really no point. Either this person just didn’t even READ what it was that I wrote, or else they just wanted to bring down the last piece of peace I have.
In any case, the next day, I woke up to find out that there was a complete propaganda-based blog dedicated to accuse me of being a fascist, a psudo-guru and a plagiarist of the work of Guy Debord… What a coincidence! They even say some ningunists are violent, dangerous and fanatic… Thank you Anonymous Internet Police for free this society of such an evil troglodyte. I am, in fact, the root source of all the world’s problems, hunger, racism, war, slavery, you name it!
These problems are not (like others might think) the consequence of mindless fucking automatons like you, who vigorously attack people who present them with new and different views!!!
Seriously though, you know what pisses me off the most about this? It’s not that this person took the time to share their opinion with me. I’m all for open debate, and I’m even happy to let people take personal jabs at me.
But to imagine that you “know” me personally because you’ve been “reading” the few words I publish on the Internet, well that just says something about you doesn’t it? It says that he had rather apply a simple stereotype handed to you by the media or political vampires, than get to know a real and complex person whose beliefs may challenge your own. I wish you the best, and if you ever want to say me something else, I’m ready to know you if you drop such a yellow modus operandi and such a limited approach to life.
You ask me to be more careful next time? How about we make a deal - next time you read through my article, please actually notice that I was coming to the defense of Pagans. Deal? Deal!
Changing the Vibre, an old friend of mine (who used to be called Maharet) share with me one of her works. I think this is Medusa, but I’m not sure. Thank you my Lady!
Corp Magic :.
( Monday, September 18, 2006 )
What would you call beings which (a) don't have physical bodies, (b) seem relatively crafty, (c) can be in several places at once, and (d) at least in theory they're immortal?
Ghosts? Spirits? Gods? Demons? How about corporations?
I went down this quiz because of a question that popped up all the time: what the hell do the “suits” who work at a P.R. firm actually do?
A Public Relations expert, are in the business of creating and feeding Tulpas.
For those of you not so trained in the occult, Tulpa it's a word with roots in Tibetan Buddhism. A Tulpa is, more or less, a thought-form which is projected outwards and takes on some kind of existence in exterior reality.
The funny thing is that Tulpas are supposedly also able to take on a life of their own, outside the original intentions of the originator.
Corporations, A.K.A. “Biggest Motherfucka Tulpas in the West” are in fact, considered "artificial persons." The concept isn't as nutty as it sounds.
From a legal standpoint, corporations can do many of the same things that natural persons do, for example: buy and sell property, hire and fire, sue and be sued, and so on. In 1886 the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that corporations are "persons" having the same rights as human beings based on the 14th Amendment.
The joke is that this amendment was intended to protect the rights of former slaves, and since that day its helping to create a new breed of them via Marketing.
What most people don't know is that after the above-mentioned 1886 decision, artificial persons were held to have exactly the same legal rights as we natural folk.
Although the doctrine of personhood has been weakened since, even now lawyers argue that an attempt to sue a corporation for lying is an unconstitutional infringement on its First Amendment right to free speech.
So… briefly, a P.R. operator has to be able to keep alive this creatures. Regardless of any political or social opinion, Corporations (as an idea) are amazing. They're almost like a lifeform that evolved out of our consciousness with the intention to destroy us all. Some kind of Toxic Karma Monster side-effect of the industrial revolution, that are very different of anything else in creation, say for example, a mountain. It's humans that named the things “mountains”, but they were there already. And it's not like a computer which, although entirely manmade, can be seen and touched. The Corporation represents a living idea which is alive regardless of the people that rule them, those who trade them, even the products they use as an excuse for their existence.
A Corporation only exists because people say it does. You feed monsters like Nike, not only with your money, but also with your attention, in a daily vamp-like routine. All of them have a “vision” of where they want to be in a few years, and a “mission” to do.
The P.R. magicians, use the Lesser key of magic (to create illusions A.K.A. Corporative Image) to make other people be ready to be devoured by these creatures. Creepy isn’t it?
For a religion of retards :.
( Tuesday, August 29, 2006 )
This time around, the debate began on Saturday while dining at a friend´s house, and a couple came along. Here's my description of them:
Moron #1 aka “Look-at-the-big-pentacle-around-my-neck”
- Has the physical body of Satan and the horns to match, he is a cop by day, and who knows what on full moon. He loves his Hitler musstache and to talk about magic as a way of flirting with the white haired wiccan bitch.
Mansonite grupie # 1 aka “White haired wiccan bitch”
- Hates the fact that she has a boyfriend and finds a way to get rid of him whenever the goddess gives her the evil eye.
This two, not even for a second knew who I was, so after a few minutes, they started to speak about the occult, the real magick, and of course, about how great they where at such an devilish endevours. To this point I was calm, and ready to “let it be”, untill the girl started to talk about how “modern day pagans are trying to peaceably practice their faith in a culture that doesn’t understand them.”
I have absolutely zero tolerance for this whiny pathetic approach to religion. That was the end of the zazen state. What the fuck do you care if nobody understand you? And second of all, being a “kitchen witch” or wearing a pentagram necklace doesn’t make of anyone some kind of deep fucking philosopher who none of us could ever possibly plumb the depths of.
They also talk about what it would require to change the stereotypes of pagans in culture: “People don’t know it is a religion, but I don’t hide it. I wear my pentacle all the time… Slowly we are making progress, but It would take more pagans to become news reporters and to get involved in power…” the cop said.
Wow! What amazing progress! as long as they keep on relying on reporters and politicians, I’m sure the inquisition will be unemployed. This type of weak-willed fishy “adherence” to a belief drives me totally insane, they pretend to be some kind of activist, but at the same time they just want to sit at home and thumb through a cheesy stereotyped watered-down bookstore version of a religion. You bought a necklace! Now you have a religion! It’s as simple as that! Congratulations! And it’s so very brave “not to hide” your religion like that. What a bold revolutionary statement! I’m surprised they don’t lock him up to destroy the revolution!
Finally, to finish it all, the white head told me “We are tired of being called rebellious or devil worshippers because too many people start to throw all these things at you about going to hell. I prefer to not deal with the negativity.”
Jajajaja! So you don’t want to be seen as rebellious, but you are rebelling against something (namely, Christianity, and dominant mythos), and your favourite artist calls himself the ANTIchrist… OH THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! They have such an original and complex pantheon to worship…
And what is that new age thing about not wanting to deal with negativity? I can tell you. The plan is basically to paint our arses in violet and basically throw out completely at least half of human experience and feeling to the bathroom- just cause it makes you uncomfortable.
Guess what! nobody should try to presume or suggest that they know what the status of somebody else’s soul is in relation to a superior power. I know I do it from time to time with some of the assholes that I analyze, but at the end of the day, I don’t give a fuck. That shit’s between them and God or Satan or Dave Navarro or Papa Smurf, or whoever beared guy they believe in.If someone feels convition about something, they have the right to fight against the pressure of other peoples beliefs on them, specially if those zealots arent even close to sure about his own.
Otherwise your religion is just a lifestyle and your faith a joke.
In any event, thanks for letting me vent. In a way, I feel bad for unleashing all the pent up annoyance of many stupid people onto this two, but hey, its educational.
Lost in translation :.
( Wednesday, August 23, 2006 )
Teзиc 222.
Восстание!
Авто шах и мат.
Ты выиграл.
Шахматы такие простые.
Связность мифа затмена мифом связности, в галлюцинации, что, (не принадлежа нам), эволюционировал, убеждaя почти всех в том, что он даже не существует...
Вepнуть нашу автаркическую интерпретацию общественной реальности, подразумевает уклоняться от нормы, оставляя в сторонe мыслительный копировальный аппарат, который толкает нас на " желание быть как все", пока наша индивидуальность вылеплена в общественной paзжeвaннoй массе, которую логотипы плюют, моды подчиняют и пороки в конце концов убивают.
Как зерно неопределенности, культивируемое в парадоксе, нам возможно расти оставляя позади каждую систематическую практику, канализируя нашу силу в мыслительном состоянии способным обнять прямой опыт или по крайней мере интуитивное восприятие, которое не могло бы быть определенным но ощущаемым: инстанция восстания в ежедневной жизни.
Используя восстание как фактор новатор согласия, мы можем принять участие в выкупе поколения, давая начало изменению за пределами любого определения. Принимать миссию или подчинение, это наше решение.
Объединись с конспирацией невозможностeй для нового мирового беспорядка.
Thanks to MR. Ramburzin for the russian connection.
I used to have super-powers,
but my therapists took them away... :.
( Saturday, August 12, 2006 )
Zen is easier when you are the dog, harder when you are the tennis ball.
This is unfortunate, because the tennis ball clearly has the greater need for some philosophical perspective on the situation.
What the tennis ball should be saying is, "in the emptiness beyond thought, I remain unperturbed in this moment" or something like that...
But sometimes it's just hard to get there.
The significant other. :.
( Friday, August 11, 2006 )
Eventually, if you keep this ideal for too long, you start a crusade. More and more often you could find yourself in one of those days, when you just know its better don't even look around.
You became a sort of despotic bully, always mad about the others… expecting every chance to give a punch in the brain to evryone who deserves it. You start to wish for a way to tear their vanities and their egos and their POP minds into pieces. To pulverize their intellectual pretensions. To integrate their disorganized and disintegrated psyches and, above all, to love them and also kick them to express your love for them.
At the end of the day, you look yourself in the mirror, and you think that another should do the same for you, that way probably, the world will be improved.
I was one of those crusaders, but also once upon a time, I wore diapers. And if I manage to evolve from that I can get over this phase as well.
In order to evolve, to grow up, I´ve started to meditate on this, to asks myself why I have never notice before that anyone who drives slower than you is an idiot, while anyone who drives faster than you is a maniac…
Something similar could be said regarding awareness: Ever notice that anyone who is less aware than you is ignorant and anyone who claims to be more aware than you is arrogant?
Lets face it… people across the world will never drive at the same speed at the same time. There are simply too many variables involved. And as a result, “idiots” and “maniacs” will inevitably join us along the way.
During my own quest for the Ningunismo, I have found that some amount of frustration in my life is not only beneficial to my quest, but also essential. These “undesirable” parts of my life are what literally compel me to move forward. And for me, some of the most powerful motivations come from people who do not share my worldview. Given this, why should I seek to change them and risk losing the power they bring into my life?
When you stop the aim to force, when you stop pushing the fucking card up the hill, in some mysterious way, you realise that the world takes care of itself in its own time.
This is the way things happen, we have to gain our own acces to heaven, not the MADE IN GURULAND bloody grumbly, jingling violet and purple Nirvana... but the chaotic, sexy Nirvana... one achieved by the constant pro evolutionary warfare tactics. Now I firmly believe that through the broad abyss of the cosmos and by the thin thread of science and magic we can understand what the dharma is all about... it's a route chart... like a process... like the process in a production line... production line being... on one end the creation... the creative consciousness... and the other end being the emancipated nirvanic human consciousness... it is a consciousness beyond the dualities of light and darkness... beyond all dualities, in a complete Ningunismo.
Dig it: No matter what, pinguins cannot fly. :.
( Friday, August 04, 2006 )
Some of them are justified on the basis that we where facing an emergency, an argument that was broadly accepted at the outset of his term but has now worn thin.
After the victory of his allies at the October 2005 congressional elections, Mr Kirchner has strengthened his authority by concentrating decision-making in his inner circle (surely all members of a secret Society located in the Calafate) and with the sistematic replacement of every independent-minded person in the goverment.
In February the Pinguin, secured a major legislative victory when Congress passed a bill to overhaul the body responsible for the appointment and dismissal of judges, reducing the number of council members from 20 to 13, (please save the occult jokes for later) with the number of independent members (consisting of lawyers, judges and academics) falling from 11 to 6. This gave the executive branch the “veto power” over judicial decisions and of course make a portion of the population very happy. The portion that involves thiefs, assasins and violators.
This week he gain the superpower to make changes to our annual budget of around US$4.5 billons. This would give him power to control the nation’s purse strings unhindered by the legislature. While government officials call this “flexibility” that is needed to address changing circumstances its an evident sign of our presidents authoritarian tendencies.
Of course, we deserve this, for be the only country stupid enough to give superpowers to a guy with a villian name.
No more flying brooms for the Arabs. USA wants the monopoly? :.
This was most disturbing to me when I read it today.RIYADH (Reuters) - Saudi Arabia's powerful morality police is launching a witch hunt in the birthplace of Islam.
The Authority for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice is setting up special centers in all cities to "register complaints on sorcerers track them and terminate them," the authority's chief Sheikh Ibrahim bin Abdallah al-Ghaith told al-Madinah newspaper.
I am the only person able to see this crazyness? If the Arabs want to kill warlocks, why to wait for just a caotic moment? They have declare the Jihad to a comic artist and they need a special squad to declare a "witch hunt"?
Something else is happening there. Saudi newspapers recently report incidents involving so-called sorcerers, mainly from the Indian subcontinent and Africa.
this is the first glimpse of the siddhis war. The un-televised one.
This has nothing to do with Europe and America during the Burning Times.
Will they torture supposed "sorcerers" and make them "confess" to things they have not done? I dont think so they evidently have power over other people´s life.
But certainly this case rings some bells. The government repression increase, so does the use of the Federal Grand Jury to intimidate, incarcerate and render impotent activists across social movements. In recent years, pressure on the animal rights, environmental justice, anti-war and anarchist movements has increased exponentially around the world.Give it a lateral though.
Why did 600,000 Lebanese refugees "manifest" this reality onto themselves? :.
( Monday, July 31, 2006 )
SMILE! :.
( Thursday, July 27, 2006 )
No later than he spots me, his hand goes up in a salute. This gesture is suppossed to be hint to shell out some money. Probably I would have given up a part of my wealth if it wasn't that I go there everyday. But since I do, the only option I’m left with is to avoid eye contact and hence forgot the smile that I would have otherwise thrown at such a bored soul.
Whenever I pass someone I know, I smile at them…or at least intend to do so.
But this isn’t always easy. First I have to ensure that s/he is looking at me. Then comes the big dilemma: is s/he going to smile at me? What if I smile, but then fail to get any response? On the other hand, what if s/he smiles and I fail to respond?There is a very thin line to tread here — both of the situations can be terribly embarrasing, and in both you became involved.Most people, I think, decide to let the other person be the first mover. “I can just respond back,” they say to themselves.
Since the majority end up thinking this way, these social exchanges become what in my country we call “arse face”.
But we have to remember that we live in a epoch that makes Orwell's book Nineteen Eighty-Four look quaint. Probably if you dont smile, and cheer, you will be looking akward for the camera. It's well known (for anyone who wants to see it)that a global infrastructure of registration and surveillance is emerging through the efforts of groups such as the EU, G8 and ICAO.
These kinds of strategy add up to a bigger picture where the aim is to ensure that we all live inside a 24hs "Reality Show" in which all travel is tracked globally, all electronic communications and transactions can be easily watched, and that all the information collected about individuals in public or private-sector databases is stored, linked, and made available to state agents.
If this is somehow true... there should be profane eyes watching this text. Please, if you belong to any kind of Agency, (From the C.I.A, F.B.I, O.T.O, to a gay-goth-forum) feel free to stay around.
"If you want to reclaim your 15 minutes of fame, now you can use the anti-terror and security measures being used to roll back freedom, increase powers and exercise increasing control over individuals and populations. CALL NOW!!"
The price, however, will be a massive loss of freedom criven by a whole new set of predictive 'threat models', risk profiling and the generation of more information than can possibly be usefully analysed.
The good news, for us, the invisible vandals, is that if you try to watch everyone you are actually watching no-one.
A lot of things can be said about me, even that I'm a meneace to civilization, but at least im not a two faced prick with a fake smile for the camera. (GOT IT fat boy?)
This bullshit only diverts crucial resources away from the kind of investments in human intelligence. We need to give us good ideas about specific threats, rather than useless information on the nearly 100 percent of the population that poses non threat whatsoever.
Some for two nights or one :.
( Wednesday, July 26, 2006 )
All you who sleep tonight 
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
Understanding Love :.
( Thursday, July 20, 2006 )
“Romantic love” is a lie our parents told us in our moments of loneliness to turn our insides into drooling vats of endorphinized mush with the idea that someone special is just waiting to meet us.
But where is this elusive soul-mate? Probably, not around you. Don't assume for a nanosecond that out of 6 billion people, your soul-mate must be living on the other side of the planet. I am sure you have imagined him or her shouting obscenities in a foreign language while kicking a cow. You may also have had the thought that since souls are immortal, maybe your soul-mate has already come and gone from this earth centuries ago! No problem, dude. Soul-mates are just a myth, anyway.
Find the closest, genetically-correct person you can get along with and fool yourself into believing they are your soul-mate. It's as easy as flipping channels on the television. Good thing we learned that habit at a young age, huh?
First Settle Down With Someone Simple That You Can Manipulate. Choose someone young, naive, inexperienced, or just plain dumb -- it will be to your advantage to pair yourself up with someone who is not able to think way up on your level. People who are safe, harmless, and boring are easy to control.
They will go along with anything you plan and surrender to your every whim.
You will be able to dish out an endless variety of unfathomable demands and they will not even bother to question you. He / she will look up to you and be thankful that you are so great and still willing to give of yourself. You'll be able to do things behind his / her back and he / she won't mind a bit. This phenomenon is what can be called, "Finally Finding A Good Person." It sure is relaxing to be able to lower your defenses, isn't it?
It is important that you find someone who does not take life all that seriously. Remember, that when you are not engaging in extremely pleasurable and fulfilling sex, you will find that there is little else to do with your partner besides routine chores. Escape from the resulting boredom of your limited interest in each other's souls / minds and indulge in something meaningless like gossip, board games, recreational drugs or senselessly pop culture and video games.
Very good. Now then: Regardless of what you may have been taught, life is about owning a house and paying bills. Find someone with a plentiful cash-flow so that you can start building a small empire. It's a hell of a lot easier if you have a partner. Go out together and purchase new cars, shop for a collection of expensive clothes, apply for as many credit cards as possible, and invest in several "pet" and "child" life-forms that will tie you both down so you can't stray too far from your routine.
Implement deeply-consequential long-range plans in your mid-20's that show you have learned everything you need to know to contribute to your own Microcosmic Construct of Temporary Western Civilization. You will look back on your life when you are 65 and be glad that all you cared about was buying lots of expensive stuff and appearing as the epitome of nebulous success -- as opposed to spending your money on doing exciting things that were spiritually meaningful to you.
Who wants to understand the true meaning of life when you could be attaining astonishing levels of spiritual enlightenment with The DaVinci Code and Bastardized Yoga For Sugar Free People?
You will be just fine, if you Always Think Of Your Partner As A Tool To Accomplish Other Things and Your Relationship As A Business.
Heavily remixed from a text of Sir M. Mulch, and inspired by Katerina Kolosova (a friends ex).
A love letter... :.
( Tuesday, July 04, 2006 )
Since the first time I saw you, I was attracted to you. Unfortunately we didn't get together until later, but what a magic time we share since that day!.
As you may know, I'm part of "The Humanity", a species most known for the mischief they seem fond of doing at others expenses, than anything else. The many excuses for this, have varied for the past 8,000 years, even when we thought ourselves above you, creating self made doomsdays to scare each other.
Though many of us still are like a kick in the balls, I'm sure, we can regain Your Trust.
So... please! could you be gentle enough to stop deleting us?
Events including earthquakes and volcanoes, floods and droughts, storms, fires and landslides, killed six times more people than six years ago...
I know we've made a ton of mistakes but we would like to put those behind us, if at all possible, so we can move on with the rest of our reincarnations, living on with the good and leaving the bad behind us. I know it will be hard, especially after all that we have done, but if we could start all over again fresh from the beginning, we will never screw you again with "civilizations" and "rules".
I am thankful we keep trying, for you are the most important thing in my life and nothing will ever change that (the only constant is change!).
Thanks for your attention, without it, we would still be a probability...
The magus.
Six six six, yeah right!... :.
( Tuesday, June 06, 2006 )
A question that has baffled the best-educated minds of many generations, and the rest of us as well.
I doubt that there is a philosophical solution, but everyone seems to have his or her own. What’s yours?
Some might even say that Marilyn Manson is evil, but he is nothing more than a third-rate Alice Cooper copyist with a few mates in the Church of Satan and a boring marketing strategy.
We need to find a deeper answer. Michael Bertiaux, using the terms universe A and universe B for the worlds on either side of the "magical concept of the abyss", comments on evil:
"Evil does not exist in Universe A, and in Universe B it does not exist. However when there is a relationship between the two universes, there is a possibility of evil coming into the world, into Universe A.
That is why magicians who work along the lines of seeking contact with Universe B are sometimes in a situation where they convey the impression of being Black Magicians or dangerously evil..."
This theory is a great map to use in our reality. It does not only explains very good our line of work, but also gives us a chance to understand why almost any magus I’ve meet, has a wrong lover.
Microcosm – macrocosm weird ####!
Our self, when directed to the opposed and irresistible unknown creates an alchemical process known a long time ago as Rebis (the supreme marriage)
When you open your loving self to the object of your desire, you are creating a transmutation through the use of the same unholy unions we see each day when we get emotionally involved with the wrong people.
And its not a bad idea to keep in mind that a hundred percent of marriages end in divorce, disappearance or death…
The remover of obstacles :.
( Monday, June 05, 2006 )
Vakratunda Mahaakaaya Suryakotee Sama Prabha
Nirvighnam kuru mey Deva
Sarva kaaryeshu Sarvadaa
O Lord Ganesha of Large body, curved trunk,
with the brilliance of a million suns,
please make all my work free of obstacles, always.
I´ve always feel some kind of affinity with the elephant god form.
He loves candys and Type o Negative songs.
de-code my arse!! :.
( Wednesday, May 24, 2006 )
The whole story is an insult. Dogma lovers will call it a heresy, but for me, the real insult is that modern fiction is written to sell books. This is one of a Case. In order to keep the reader interested (an almost impossible feat with today's so-called ADD epidemic) they write targeting idiots (The population who cares not to read books).
Hence while the chapters are two pages long (to make them feel like they've acomplished "something"), and the plot designed to make the reader figures out the stuff long before the character ever does (to make them feel "smart").
Of course, given the target audience, and that which they aren't exactly the model of critical thinking and would pretty much believe anything you tell them...Plus, Why reading a book about a fictional character trying to figure out a conspiracy when you could just read a real conspiracy book? oh yeah that wouldnt be classy cause THE DAVINCI CODE IS A BEST SELLER!!!!!! BUY BUY BUY!!!! BUY YOU DA VINCI CODE BOARD GAME!!!
haha, have you ever thought about why the "true stories" never sell a million copies? It's all part of a memetic marketing warfare, and you are the pawn.
Yeah, my issue with the Da Vinci code is how much of it people claim isn't fiction. That's the annoying part.
Having that said, I deeply doubt of The Da Vinci Code being another Illuminatus!, by Robert Anton Wilson which is about some real shit.
This is a pic I took a few years ago, and its as veridic about Jesus as the movie...
You know that it would be untrue... :.
( Tuesday, May 23, 2006 )
then, put it in a safe place, add to it as many simbols you need, and... give it a little bit of fuel... and, as the Doors use to say: "And our love become a funeral pyre, Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire, Try to set the night on fire "
after the flames, you are ready to move on to the party...
25 years of myself... what a psychedelic experience...
Forever Change :.
The Thesis 222 has been revised, (yes, again) and the official web site of the Ningunismo updated.I´ve also started to write a new book. This one will be entirely about Ningunismo. For more information, check the Ningunist official site (www.ningunismo.org.ar).
I want to hear you :.
The new LP from Venoma is still in process, so the new band's formation needs a new female vocalist.If you are interested, go to our site (www.venoma.com.ar) and contact us.
Meanwhile, In here I share with you-all an old song from an unreleased proyect:
Enjoy!
Editorial :.
( Monday, May 01, 2006 )
As every project I made, this site is also about magick.
Representing things with sounds or marks is a magical act. Not in vain magic is known as "The Art". Language, even it’s lame actual form, uses invocations and evocations as sorcery does...The shaman’s drums are nowadays called trance beats, but still, casting any spell is about pure communication.
At least for me, art is only “Art” if a process of transmutation exists, from one thing to another or from the non-thing to the one-thing.
Everything men creates, must be praised only in this moment of alchemist creation. Afterwards, there is no more art.
Documentation is all that left.
Others may be able to orient and measure the course of their past according to their promotion in a career or the accumulation of aesthetic works responding to a social demand.
Not having known any determination of this sort, I've freely chosen to destroy, erase, remix or rearrange all documentation created in the first quarter of the century I´ve spend in this reality. This means that all of the material here, (including the Thesis 222 or my music) has been redesigned or is completely new material.
I sincerely hope you enjoy perusing this new offerings.
May - 2006
Roy KhalidbahN