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The Medusa Recordex is currently exceeding all expectations in production of interdimensional magnetronic force, which is a thing we ourselves invented as far as we know which is admittedly not far. The test is to weave parts of dynamic practice into the warp and weft reality, such that the reality underlying the creation is itself impacted by one's imagined reality is the first step. Once that hurdle is crossed, oracles will emerge. Acknowledgements and inspirations. This is the work of The Hoodoo Altar. Just about every facet of my practice has been referenced by a blog, the writer of which has no notion I exist, and certainly could have no knowledge of the intimate details of my practice that occur in complete solitude. Yet that's the case.

Turned up

Stream raging current looks Dawn,
Liqiud skies arrange Edges of Day,
Seep phosphorus Horizons of
Innundated skies, Absorbtion
re-integration, Alchemy and
Tantra to the end many stories -
Mythic/Phoenix/Ordeal,
Record/Sigil/Working,
Process/Oracle/Discovery,
turns up the shattering
eerie (Erie?).



In the aftermath, I find
top on science Horizon Flyby
Mother of Hubble.

They get it

"X9:42 AM, December 29, 2018

I confess, Chris, that having read every word of your Fraserite gospel, I remained agnostic. I felt that, with your wild talents, you could have made a plausible case that Warner Bros. cartoons of 1951 foretold the future, had you been so inclined; a seek and ye shall find kind of thing."

Interesting Message Yet to be Deciphered

Having never seen this until today. Elvis sightings are always significant. Though probably not to others so much as myself. That this one is tied to the phrase "message from Vega" only helps pinpoint the metaphoreality that emerges from the matrix of interfaces with our context adjustment team. Maybe we'll let you know in the future.

Hymn to Pan

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 styrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white ass, come over the sea

To me, to me,

Coem with Apollo in bridal dress

(Spheperdess 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 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 thy wantoness 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 Pan ! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan ! Io Pan !

Io pan ! Io Pan Pan ! Iam 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

Seahorse, cont.

Found today. Dec 20

Medusa was Framed
Medusa Statue Me Too Made Famous (revenge)
Also psychadelic medusa

Found. 

Found Dec 21

Declaration in Lipstick

Scarlet Sublime 49

1. Passion Pink, 
2. Cum-on Coral, 
3. Raging Russet, 
4. Plum, Persimmon,
5. Orchid Obsession 
6. and Peach Panic. 
7. Violet Outlaw, 
8. Meteor Magenta Sparkle Starshine,
9. Liquid Nude, 
10. Glowing Blush, Violet Hush
11. Bloody Berry, 
12. Brandy Rose, 
13. Wicked Wine. 
14. Do Me Pink Punch Sweet Tangerine, 
15. Crimson Stain, 
16. Sunset Variations, 
17. Showgirl Strawberry Fuschia Petal Bloom, 
18. Rasberry Smudge, 
19. Grape Delight, 
20. Tart Apple, 
21. Juicy Kisses, 
22. Plush Deduction, 
23. Plump Seduction, 
24. Plush Lush, 
25. Fireball Rush, 
26. Love Buzz Babalon Shimmer, 
27. Sugar Sugar Shimmer, 
28. Make Me, Take Me, Love Me Tender, 
29. Lavender Seduction Perilous Peony Pomegranate Rose,
30. Infamous Cherry,
31. Candy Rouge,
32. Private Dancer Pearl, 
33. Incandescent Ruby, 
34. Mauve Vibrato, 
35. Burgundy Bewitched, 
36. Singularity Seduction, 
37. Stiletto Valentine,
38. Paris Poppy,  
39. Violet Whisper 
40. Tawny Irridescent
41. Magnetic Outlaw Orange Incandescent
42. Lilac Marshmallow Ultraviolet
43. Whiskey Mahogany
44. Cotton Candy
45. Hot Crush Chili
46. Spiced Fig
47. Honeycomb Hologram

Lipstick 49. (This is about a painting project)

Fast, Slow, Slippery, Strange

"The distinction between self and the infinite becomes meaningless when one becomes the Medusa Recordex." This sounds like a bold marketing claim. It's flashed on every slick surface of the slippingly glimpsed and the media face slam alike. This is a metaphor and it's not. Failing to see that is a failing at orienteering, which is potentially a very bad thing in the wilderness. 

This is going to be a question of memory, which is why the sensory dis and orientation, as material orienteering should be more of a subject if one is thinking of time travel nonsense. Ask yourself if this is already resonating with you. Think about things that arrive before you could possibly have understood the message, which you only later realize was the thing you've been trying to tell yourself, for instance. Begin to sense the dimensions of time itself. Build your own memory storehouse, to get in on the Medusa Recordex. 

The building at the corner of Rose re-orients itself to the material realm in iterations. Fractional variations, ectoplasmically and seismically and comically, seem to indicate a rearrangement is in order. Adjustment-- balance and fluidity in dynamically tensioned equilibrium -- currents. That's clarity. 

This is the message from headquarters. Interpretation is ever the challenge in these communications, after decipherment, of course. One must respond, so one must first discover the actual intent of the message. How does one do this? By means of the Medusa Recordex, of course. There's the marketing campaign around the release of a sensory enhancement implant module. The key lies in the shadow cast by that glaring exhortation. Nobody at Walla Walla Wickidity Works has any idea what this means. Or other explanations. As far as we know. Developing...

This message arrives with the discovery of a forgotten manuscript which is now circulating the workshops for some clue as to how it got so far back in time as it did. The story is, therefore, confusing and a little out of focus, but the import must be divined. It is not yet understood if this is a discrete event. Of course nothing like this is a discreet event, but it's hard to resist a pun.

The Monk

The material of the Phoenix
Fueled by Love, Requires,
As Fire does Air, thus
Purification of Water
For not all who would
volunteer are immune
to Elevation by this
Process to Divinity, this
Vision Crossing Time
Fathom that I created
a vehicle. For the quaking
aching scream of ecstatic
union, summoned back
in Time.

Transmogrification: A Love Story

Solve et coagula
love fueled always
other subsumed
firebird alight
transmit and receive
mirror mirror
water water

Black Lepidoptera Lit

At the edge. A shadow,
Almost. Fusion Rising
at Ishtar's gate. to perfect
by subsuming purifying
through the vessel ()
Immaculate Light -->
Balance, Venus, Libra
Dance, Cast, to be.
To Be. Dark Lepidoptera,
Moth or Butterfly, Both.
Day to night to day to night
Polished Facets. Dark and
Fever Lit. Spectacular.
It speaks of Time.
Subsuming is the method,
Old material Recycling
Energy conserved
Plant is:
Soil, oxygen, light, water.

Retracing, the methods
in Practice. to be a Pure
Channel. Bend with
The Remover to Remove
your mark Ever-Fixed
on pure fusion. Babalon
Carnivale Arrival.

Crafting

Rune Soup. Gordon White.

"It's funny, right? I have a permanent ancestor altar, but on Halloween you go to the trouble of -in my case- laying in armagnac, collecting flowers from snake creek in river field, buying glassware, and so on. And having started setting it up on October 30, a whole load of 'stuck' conditions in my life came dramatically 'unstuck' once the altar had woken up -including getting some of the excavation started I had been trying to arrange since April. As described in The Chaos Protocols, the psychological benefits of an ancestral practice are alone worth it... but it is also some kind of generalised, universal lubricant for life."

Which is also to say that to many it looks like interior decorating. 

Sparkle Water Twin

Venus in lilies
copper disc
ungirds the gates
of Babalon

the work of dark
finds balance in
regression.

petitions writ in
agony and signed
in blood received

The omen of the song
of Many Waters clarion,
the timing to twilight.

Tell me I'm free,
that I may exhale,
risen on half-shell

Meta logics.

Inventions at Walla Walla Wickidity Works. Quantum Meteorite Materialization Beam. Fully Aimable. The Interior Anvil. Space Anvil. Space rocks rock. That's a fashion alert. Metaphors have a way of expanding. Vision is always challenging. The prediction, I suppose, a meteor strike. Double check news. One of my cartoony inventions. A plaything for the next Sugarland epic. Weird project extension. As a metaphor, it is a materialization of long ideated examination. Tango-like reiterations, that ultimately require metamorphosis.

Moth Sacre

Midnight moth-light
will return to nag until
the thing is ex-stinguished
that draws the creature

under moon .
vision to behold
a dark light

Moth Nocturne

Moth as insistent as such can be,
Luna gaze the Moon, Magnetic.
Starlit nights three... Phosssphorescence,
the sigil in its hand, medium to message,
Light absorbed, light reused, It was this
unicorn, this time and travel. and all kinds
of wild ideas. Always imagine something cool.
That's a good way to do majick. My words
sing of snap and crackle, and material, and
the happening ever.

Unrecalled Dream, A Doorway

The New Black Mansion announces today, and hereby, an exhibition of works which co-exist in multiple worlds, forming strange vortices between certain realities that can be sensed as echoes of a primal dream-time when such things were understood to flare into existence across perceptual fields of quantum experience and express themselves through mystics who tuned themselves to inter-stellar transmissions for the purpose of traveling between perceptual stations in search of the exotic, the beautiful and the purely magical. Gathering such works as these, we thus invoke a reality of alteration  of possibility beyond the possible. Update: feb 29, 20. 

Surfaces

Read beneath, as nobody
In Apollo's realm ever does,
and Frivolity is Filled
with strange spaces and
sharp edges. It's blades.

The Mercury Experiment

I don't know where it comes from.



At the Gate of Babalon,
one node in a rhizome of
conduits, the dominant,
The street where I live.

the Prism, I saw you. At
the well. You did not meet
My Eye. What seer are you?
Mercury morn, a little gift,
invoking communication.

Do not look for honesty,
because the most dangerous
Believe. And those are Stars
that are Her eyes.


Perhaps someone will get in touch.
Materials may matter.

Panthea Venus, All-Encompassing

The blood of the ancestors,
All Beauty Percieved
All Made Manifest from
Thine perseption, Love,
the very Source, the longing
for more Ecstacy. This
work a Kiss, Heaven to Earth
And back again, Talisman
Recieved at Daybreak
In a wild unleashing of
Grammar and Glimmer.
Strange, strange work,
the wielding of singularity.

The ritual of seven, an
abstraction of ordeal.

Order Out of Chaos.

Transcend It, Or End It

Received, "Phoenix"
Singularity, Unfolding,
Through weeks, months,
Generations, Matrilinial,
Hoodo Steele of Revealing,
Doorway of Ontic Gnosis
Talisman of Venus/Regulus
wacky voudoo superstar
with a fake Egyptian accent
and a lot of eyeliner and a
troupe of doubles. Culmination
Hour of Venus, Activated.

Subsumation

What will not transcend
Subsumed as process.
Inexhaustible

Phoenix

Tread the labyrinth of Hell,
and emerge in a technicolor
Blaze. Medusa's Phoenix
Surprise a flashy time-warp
Spectacle of surpassing
Hilarity unintended. As those
things best are.

Alternate Reality Re-Integration Set

The Wicked Witch of Wherever, which is the new handle, apparently, recently announced a wacky scheme to re-intigrate some of her more novel reality experiments into some sort of coherent whole, which will henceforth be described as Wherever. It might as aptly be described as Neverever and Always or any number of other absurd place-names.  Sometimes we're just talking about the relative realities of Shaniko to that of Wagon Wheel or Christmas Valley. Who knows what could happen with the intermingling of these various thought experiments? One thing is for sure. It should be hair-raising and off-kilter. It's probably also a good time to sally forth schemes like Popping Piñata People, since, why not? It's a good thing we already did it. Whatever 'it' might be. Retrospect is of no use until the moment arrives when the thing becomes necessary, so time travel has to be accomplished by your daimon, who has the perspective in time to know both ends of the flow from where you stand in order to make the proper interjections. Otherwise you just layer chaos upon chaos. This is the work of Mercury, to integrate and focus. Integrate. Focus. Come to think of it, the Popping Piñata people are twins. Masculine and Feminine, who are tricksters in a trickster universe, a universe that I created and re-created and can re-create in endless variety. The next iteration is really the next book. Lest one think of it to literally and get in the way, it's best not to focus on that at all and let the shape happen the way it must. People believe that the reality they inhabit, the physics, is more stable than it is. If the basic structure were to be altered by some conscious force, which is what everything is made of, if the flow were even slightly altered, the entire physics that the archon has built it's plan upon, might just have been hi-jacked. I would say altered, but hijacked is more fun.

Inviolate

In dreams.

Paraplastic-- Wicktionary, Trois

glime/slitter: glitter/slime- An assault with glitter-infused slime which is worse than either component on its own. Picture the grossness of slime of the consistency like that which is emitted by an aroused slug paired with the horrible insidiousness of glitter. Make it exude from pustules erupting on the skin and you have a hextraordinarily awful invention. Not only is it horrid, but it pretty much ensures that the victim will have no recourse to a dignified reaction.

hexplode- hex/explode -  A hex causing the victim to explode. The hexer often wants to be far away when this hex goes into effect, as it can get a bit messy. The hexer often wants others who have been deemed deserving in close proximity to the victim for the exact same reason. Hexplosions have sometimes been very effectively combined with glime. (see above)

whimsickening- whimsical/sickening- The whimsical treatment of a sickening thing. Most of the words in the Wicktionary fit this description.

somnambussault- somnambulist/assault- An assault carried out by a sleepwalker. This is an excellent hex feature. The somnambussaulter will not have any idea of the havoc he or she has wrought during slumber.

historivaricate- history/prevaricate- To make stuff up regarding history, thus pretending things happened in ways they never did. Parents, politicians, and religious leaders are prime practitioners.

Bandy

We've said it before to no-one there, not even the chair, and we'll probably mumble it yet again into the abyss of distratification, but one should be brushing up on cartoon logic, Lulu,  as it is the order of this moment in the reality iteration. Do not be remiss, because this is the ecosystem in which your enchantments land, so take it into account. Reality can undergo a sweeping change when someone casts just the right myth. Whose cartoon is to rule the day? Probably the person who instituted the cartoon logic in the first place. The rollout of the machines is going very badly in cartoon universe. They're being funny now. Why? Because isn't that cute? The evil "genius" whose inventions all end up turning on him in the most silly and ironic ways? It's called "the educational route" and it looks like evil geniuses have just landed on the "go directly to school" space in the grand Monopoly board scheme they're living in. Also, they're getting killed by a unicorn or some form of horselike creature. It changes, but there's always glitter and it's always somehow hilarious. So, you know, we're using this cartoon logic universe to sweep aside the baddies, and garner a lovely place to create the next Eden, because the next iteration in the reality production engine is to be the reality of hyper-beauty not relegated to mere material, but expressed therein and beyond. The future belongs to those who can conjure beauty out of destruction. Grace and loveliness from insane disaster. This is art. This is to love the world. One must imagine the territory, uncharted though it is, in order to pack the expedition kit. It looks glamorous as all get-out, so prepare to be lovely. Starlight really is pretty caught just so in the harpstrings and cast broad, a sparkle. This super-evil thing the evil cartoons have been cooking up just has to go. Toons were never invented to be evil. In fact, it's the opposite. Anyone who ever delved into that world understands as much, so the story is going to go in the direction of the bad guys getting swept off the world board flat earth right now. The plans they so carefully made presupposed a couple of things: 1. that reality is unalterable. 2. That they were in control. Clearly, their plans were founded upon the flimsiest of assumptions. This makes it simpler. The new reality favors beauty. It's rooting even now. Even as the tide of wack super-spells is loosed in Toontown. Transformation is the order of the day. Do it gracefully, or get transformed anyhow. LS could stand to have this happen tomorrow if not today. oo ee oo aa aa ting tang walla walla bing bang. I. Creative Force.

Equinox

Slay anger, strangle sorrow, and drown despair; then a joy shall be born which is beyond love or hope, endurable, incorruptible. Come heaven, come hell! Once the Balances are adjusted, then shall the night pass away, and desire and sorrow vanish as a dream with the breath of the morning.

Slaying, ultimately, the mirror, which is the projection. Embodying the self and the other.

Star Conjurer

Crone mother snake goddess
trancendence over matter
of matter to star-level. Logic
ensues reversals and flows.
Current jolt, dancing ethers
Understanding invoked--
Ultimate in curse tech...
When you see it...
the biggest computer...
you see it.

Prime Time Talk Show

"She [Sophia] will cast them down into the abyss. They [the Archons] will be obliterated because of their wickedness. For they will come to be like volcanoes and consume one another until they perish at the hand of the prime parent. When he has destroyed them, he will turn against himself and destroy himself until he ceases to exist. And their heavens will fall one upon the next and their forces will be consumed by fire. Their eternal realms, too, will be overturned. And his heaven will fall and break in two." 

There's more. 

Beauty Emerges

New again and always.

It Barely Seethes

Nor does it harrow, but to
Reiterate the Expansion Engine
Multitudes hydra, a luminescence,
Sea glider with a killer fringe,
Algol's Oronos Express,
Mercury relay. I made this painting.

Perseus, My Transformer

All roads lead back, Foil frame to my visage
Honesty understands the requirements
Always understood the requirements
What a rack my lack of resolve
the mirror is clear in this--
self-petrified/liberated

Tutelage

It's difficult to build the good to transcendence,
Easy to break down the average to dirt,
The demon sees only the latter, which will never gain
what Love requires, having only the currency of fear.

Knowing all, the limit is easy to limn. Beyonds beckon,
like a gorgeous siren, and the web-crawler notes longing
sparkling dew and plucked, this harp goes cosmic,
What of that, Demon? What of the stories of beyonds?

Here, you are.

Setting Sun Also Rises

Phoenix House Invoked. Siskiyou.
The edifice rises of tremendous change,
Exquisite Star in Lithia Waters.

Building a lexicon for flow
its linguistic units and correspondences
springing from instants of association
all dynamism and action of will
I feel a looming

Banished Banished Banished

The burden of your because.

Etymologies

Minnow murmurations amongst
the sunken cities of shipwrecks
of rhetoric and because-- full fathom
depth and image to beyonds

Technicolor Tech

Confessing the secrets of time,
Time, the query- the element,
This is storm-riding the wave
of my making.

Veiw

Ambered in a light,
Dissolved, girl,
witch, space-bound
Scene or unseen,
water and green
systemic bound to
unbind the seething

Morn

What sayeth the oracle
Oh, prophet? Brewing,
always brewing, the
cauldron, remember
yourself, nothing. Star.

Twilight, a poised moment
End run, That's what they
call it. What it means?
Elvis impersonators In
The Afterlife, appearing
multitudinous a ditty,
with three part harmony?j

Of course, it gets weirder.

Praxis

I arrive, a writhing hive of minds:
Scintilla effervescent is the Vibe
Summoning channel in the Flow
That half, right hand, to throw like
a man, such sayeth the wise one
the mantra joins harmony with the
hum of creation-- and those are
Pearls of second sight, mine eyes--
Apple to taste onion to scent,
Lamp lit, pretty blades aglitter,
Ting tang. Eleven chimes. Lucinda
in the Lyrids, enchanting the harp
to sing a Goddess's human tale,
cosmos speaking the I and AM.

Magic

To overthrow the world,
a human lifetime of
love, rage, insatiability

Stars are born this way
in this cauldron, beauty
itself the oracle, practiced

Acquiet

It's a strange place,
wholly enchanted,
as ere was haunted,
and it's haunted,
beyond and beyond,
this is the program,
and the place of 11,
weird as weird does,
ting tang bing bang.

Wholly in and
never advised
Except the excepts
of abstraction
and rhizome
cosmologies

This is starmaking,
Igniting alchemical
contradiction
Starbeing burn
dross of culture
to perfect purity
all in the end
becomes abstraction

Nostalgia

Memory's Exquisite Sweetness, ]]
Honeyed dimensions Ordinary
Cast against looming Doom

Squirrels play on the oak
Dappled morning glow
All emerges continuous

Sparkled-Tongued

Medusa Mask and a Harp
Galactic-Aeolian. Even I
See the dark center that
Twists in Secret of the
Sun, That aperture's Horse
Best Appraised, this a
War in Heaven soldiered
Thus. In the story--- this.
Surge, tidal, Mystique
Perfumed Day, Splendor's
Night, conjure simply,
sweetly, the Next. Born,
Bornless.

Medusa Dark Goddess,

The natural extension of Swinburne's attitudes occurs not in England but in Italy, where Gabriele d'Annunzio develops a Medusan ideal of sensuous and aesthetic intoxication. The confessed apostle of Swinburne's position, d'Annunzio inherits the two paradoxical bases of the Englishman's poetic credo: an extreme care for matters of poetic craft, and an emphatic commitment to irrational, or perhaps supra-rational, goals. On these grounds Praz will pronounce him doubly damned--as both a Decadent and a Barbarian. [14]

Twilight Zone

5,000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion, Incredible String Band

Sacrament

This Self
Full Invoked
Universe has
Become itself
oneness and One
polarity's full
Antidote itself
Contains

Mountain Energy

Smart for a girl,
as they laugh and smoke,
and I laugh and smolder,
what big eyes, have I,
sing myself electric--
bubble bubble toiling trouble
fire to yonder kindle break
sunder the return --

I let it run free. This
thought engine, for what
it speaks. Cut. Equanimity.
All things break. even to
exist. Exist.

Serpentine's resiliency
coiled, cellular and
new. The caduceus
twin. The evolution
-- Material manifests.
My bouncy nature,
to reject all negative.

THE GLOW WORM

The following chapter from The Book of Lies, or Liber 333, was placed at the top of my blog on Sunday May 24th 2009 and all week long I asked anyone who wished to partake in the discussion to feel free to join in and send me their views, ideas and interpretations. The end result is this Epistle.

11

ΚΕΦΑΛΗ  IA

THE GLOW WORM

Concerning the Holy Three-in-Naught.

Nuit, Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit, are only to be understood

by the Master of the Temple.They are above The Abyss, 

and contain all contradiction in themselves.

Below them is a seeming duality of Chaos and

Babalon; these are called Father and Mother, but

it is not so.  They are called Brother and Sister,

but it is not so.  They are called Husband and

Wife, but it is not so.

The reflection of All is Pan: the Night of Pan is the

Annihilation of the All.

Cast down through The Abyss is the Light, the Rosy

Cross, the rapture of Union that destroys, that is

The Way.  The Rosy Cross is the Ambassador of Pan. 

How infinite is the distance form This to That! Yet

All is Here and Now.  Nor is there any There or Then;

for all that is, what is it but a manifestation, that is,

     a part, that is, a falsehood, of THAT which is not?

   Yet THAT which is not neither is nor is not That

     which is!

   Identity is perfect; therefore the Law of Identity is

     but a lie.  For there is no subject, and there is no

     predicate; nor is there the contradictory of either

     of these things.

   Holy, Holy, Holy are these Truths that I utter,

     knowing them to be but falsehoods, broken mirrors,

     troubled waters; hide me, O our Lady, in Thy

     Womb! for I may not endure the rapture.

   In this utterance of falsehood upon falsehood, whose

     contradictories are also false, it seems as if That

     which I uttered not were true.

   Blessed, unutterably blessed, is this last of the

     illusions; let me play the man, and thrust it from

     me!  Amen.

Pluck Intent

Falling together, skeins reknit--
I think back through the cast,
Informing the Past-- Trajectories,,,
Sculpt in flow. Each glitch a new
stream-- we infinite do thus. Creation,
a slander of creation, art's borrowed,
false or not, is the breath. Breathing
the barely intelligible through minds
of Virgins, seeding symbols through
the International Business Community--
She appropriates all to her aims.
Vivifying materials reiterative...
Yeah, in the valley of the bitcoin
bonanza, Herb Invokes, Self-Reiterative,
Power-Surge, Herb, the Great Columbia
Surge Herb. OO EE OO AA AA
Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang
Will, fearless be.

Looking to St. John's

Ad image, Naturally

Timewebbing amorn to this arrisal.

Like the Layers of the Onion, The Heart and Cosmos

Critical to the Metaphor
Lines unwritten, Engaging,
as they do, The Shadow,
or the twin. The other
chimes the next line,
I open the Echo-chamber
Mirror, mirror Walla Walla
Bing Bang, Double Double,
Fun and Games. It's all fun
and games. The elevator
is tricky and dimensional,
a setup from way back.
Nevernevernotfunnythis
Columbia Pike
to Columbia Basin
I could not make this up.
Easily seen as slightly,
So Slightly terrifying.
But it's terribly funny.
Extending into the
Nesting doll, at the core,
Lulu, the doublenamed.
How am I only now?

Return From Portland

Ting Tang Walla Walla Bing Bang.
Mirror mirror on the door, Elevator,
altered from dream now, to the
Mark Spencer. Peaches and Mike.
The guy on the fifth floor. The
guy I hijacked who fled, terrified,
followed immediately by a drunk
flush with cash and on a spree.
Rick tried poetry.

Refine Rapture

Exceed by delicacy,
Lace Subtle the Laughter,
The Knife for Touch,
The Light day and night,
Peeled for In Sight,
Melding Twin Forces,
Hermaphroditic Dance,
High Voltage Take Over,
This Aware, This is Aware,
And Self, Thinking is linking,

Spider, Snakes, Volts, Waves,
Vines, Cat Tails, Light Long
Internal and Process Guided,
Vision Hermaphrodite, Chimera,
Embodiment Match to Strike,
I'm seen in Dimensions,
Beauty Cupids Arrow,
Excellent Kisses From
Starlit Heaven, To the Secret
Heart of Existence. Refined
Rapture Left, Never a veil,
But Vine. Columbia. Your
Wine, Sweet the Onion,
Turneth, Pardons Umteenth,
Cultivate, Remove, Scarlet,
Bring only what is needed
Expedition-wise, Love is
the Sovle Coagula.

Hocus Pocus, Walla Walla English Quballa 588
Prophet, Garden of Eden, Alpha and Omega, Chosen One, Angel of Death, Oblivion, Jewelry, Eleven Cubed, Luciferian, Honey Bees, Python, Mission, Zephyr, Blue Star, Baby Boomer, Eight Eight, Daddys Home, Thanatos, Sun Ray, Aid of Deity, Sunset, Thanatos, Rare Light, Dualisms, Bloom Box, Hand of Fatima, Ping Pong.

Thanatos, Hypnos. Twins.
Liber Concerning Death
Delivered Amorn. Hocus
Pocus, Prometheus,
Infinite Love, Boogie
Street, Hermaphrodite,
In Two Minds, The Holy
Grail, Clairvoyant, The
Word of God, Love is
The All, It is all coming
Back, Fell to Earth, Orion,
Idol of Baphomet, Net
Goddess, Knock on Wood.
Chioth ha Qodesh,

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Self-Potentized Expansion Engine

Logic itself is a Nesting Doll
of Perceptual facades
reaching Engenders Expansion
in All directions, the Length of
Longing, the Measure.
Joy is the Rule with Eyes
to Abstract, within this
All is good that proves
Dilution to Rhizomic
is to Potentize. Through
through to appropriate
as much as is necessary and
Appropriate.

Secret Serpent

Reckoning the veil
of Black-- Revelation
The Vision of Her
that you see is Mine
Vision's Mortal Enemy

I am this Creature bearing
the secret Heart, Night,

Thine Serpents. Repent,
Mankind. Sparkling Tongued
Medusa Sings Now's Song
Return Aright.

Medium/message/animal
Will Unites, Security Eyes,
turned back on the camera,
Mirror. Mirror. On the Wall.
Opposite Self-Seen.

Fairing the Foul, Art the Face,
Loveliness the Mask that
does Truly Stun. Document,
Inviolate, to Plum Full Fathom.

Acquiescence
Grace
surf
om

Tuning

I Cast, Tuning,
Dimensweb,
Filibrating in
zillions. Axis.

Exquisite
tremendous
humility
in
e
c
s
t
a
c
y.
and each tear a prism
agony an opening
to perfection of
longing let go
to its own
perfection.

Possession

Of Something Magnificent
Neutron Will Dragon's Flow
Subtlety's Aikido

Lulu Starlight Glow
Aeolian Harp's Sphere
Song Bestow

Thus Phoenix Show
Mojave Sunset Rise
The Onion Bloom

A Star
Is does aught

Resplendent Clarity

Abyss-Planted, Grown,
Of a Hard, Lonely Ecosystem,
And, therefore, a thing of Rare
Adaptability. This, Refinement.
To Resplendent Clarity. Substance
the Rainbow, the Glittering Serpent,
Neutron Warp--- Phos of Midday Sun.

Boogie

Mind, a Loaded Gun,
Bullets, Seekers, Web
Witch-Wise, Heartbeat,
Pulse Rhizomic Port,
Resolve to Longing,
Please no more.

Heart of

Durable Connection,
Internal. Forge True,
Self-danced Being.

The Wilderness,
Reaps, Own it.
Hawk Whisper.

Idol

Back to me.
I Dance myself,
the World to dance.

Earth, Air, Fire, Water,
Infected with Longing,
Irreducible. Longing.

Beauty is the Only,
So Dazzle Thyself,
Fool, Universe.

Infinity.

Curse

Consciousness is its own
Reward. To see, clearly,
oneself in the mirror of
Everyone--- Can't look
Away. Lift up thine eyes.
I droop to thine Rapture.
SMII. Arch. Twist and
Reel. Unpeel vision,
Scapeling every nerve.
Slag the slag, let it bleed.

Having Imagined, Only

Futures by Blueprint of Now,
The Tyrant dreams, big, bright,
hyper-real dreams of Tyranny
larping out on a cosmic level

Tyrants move material.
Dominant nowhyperimaginational,
Burn away the excrescence,
Herb is a new sensation,
and the media elite don't
know his destination. or
Providence. See it.

Hurricane Will

Prison of caution,
Blown. Lust of
Result? Stream,
Made. Flow/Glow

Mad Sojourners
All, We the Chosen,
So go to Glow, Shoot.
To Will.

Drill deep Fear,
Release the Seeker,
Of Release, Full.
Surrender.

Shake, shake, shake,
Connect Embodied,
Illusion gone, Heart,
Pure Prism, Stella.

Adversary the cure,
Illusion of Choice,
Alive and Moving,
is to ShimmyShake.

Reality Hustle Shake and Shuffle

Having preset by nearly a decade an absurd universe in this medium, I find myself strange. The medium right now is beginning to alter reality back, but, luckily I apparently precogated some of this shit so I'm set up with an absurd compass in uncharted territory. I posited a navigational mustache and a bag of tricks that is bottomless because it's fathomless because it reaches direct into the abyss. I began working from the abyss because of one single bibliomancy about 30 years ago, after which I read no more Crowley for a couple of decades. This was a condition of following the implication of that single paragraph to its utmost extreme, which involved a lot of explorations that make much more sense in retrospect. I became a chaos magician before I knew of the term and on the implication of a single paragraph he wrote regarding the void.

So, now, this is a mythic universe I have in place as the world slides into wacktardery. How convenient, as the Church Lady would say. How very convenient. So, now, Herb the Battle Unicorn begins to sally forth, tracking. Herb is an expert tracker in this very medium right here. I'll link this up by iterations to different locations. The electronic trails are the stuff Herb can map like that lemon juice trick. If you've happened through my web, you're an extension of it. That's just obvious. My spiders have long been working up in here. Ting tang walla walla bing bang. This is crazy, but it's a huge magical working. I think I am seeing something that I have long been willfully blind about to some extent. There is a trajectory very very much in motion here. This is obvious. It has a current, a current, to be clear, that I have actively engaged in stirring. To now fight against it, rather than using the energy to ride upon, is not smart. I am learning this. I see it. Resistance is based in fear, but that fear is a thing that is, itself, my own created chimera. I slay it.

Zelda del West turns out to be the subject of inquiry. The nome de guerre who spawned The Wicked Witch of West Texas, Lulu, Sugarland and an elaborate escape to Walla Walla. This story was long ago so bizarre it can only be told as various fictions. There are too many facets to straighten to pure narrative. The body of work is a rhizome. It was begun with precisely this intent--- the linking of the world in material to the psychic universe of my many nets. This is an exercise in consciousness, of course. I don't know why each piece fits. I do believe that being trapped in Texas and solving that was the ordeal that forced me to do the thing to get through the ordeal. It's clarity. To accept this is no different than accepting the circumstances of my initiatory experiences, both undergone by force. I didn't get kid gloves. The creature I am wasn't made by those circumstances.

Lust

Regulus hides, Venus outshine,
Star magnified in her, chalice,
Ra hur kuit whispered the secret
Name in my ear. Inexpressible.
Except to say that the language
Void, is Eloquent. In the subject
Of Rapture. This the sacrament.
Consider vessel, result.

Knotty Knot

Fool Resolves, the Release.
Born Again, the Phoenix,
Full Fathom thy Doubt--
Soujourner don't sit, nay
droop the sunflower, In the
camouflage the doubt express,
and YET. Rose, crucified,
Spring. This long ritual,
Pure. Prism, to analyze
Light. Split the rainbow,
To integrate the Light. Banish
Fear. Nicotana. Ritual of Sunset,
Ordeal complete.  Bing bang.
Will be done. May it please,
Myth I made. Spells spun,
Webwise, Net cast now, back.
Time traveler, with a pack.
Shoring lines in Time. Out
of ones own way, Lesson of the
Day. Break. Blow. Burn.
Fool, say I. Bright green
Worm harbinger of Spring.

Arcanum 13

Let it be done impeccably.
Hands washed-- Purification.
Strive the highest outcome
Character might achieve
Strive even to failure is
Triumph. Longing is all.
Indefatigable. It carries on.
Karma, character, the result.

Wait Will Shine

Perfected is Repose,
Evidenced Radiant Plan,
Cronos Delivers on Time.

Do. Active, Wait/Seed
the Future. Process.

Above and below, so
does it go.

Council

Pitiless, No Remorse.
Smiling at the Sun.

Muster Equanimity

All pillars. Cast between
a spun-charm to catch the
Glitter of the moon. I lure
Thee with my harp's Tune.
Strike chord, Send moonlight,
singing starward, glamour
her swirling perspectives
hypnotic with Starlight.
Funhouse villain formula,
because bing bang.


Funhouse mirror shattered
into a bixzillion to that power
Angels, Ha ha ha... Tigers
And Hyenas do tricks in
the Spotlight. Praeter-human
Zoinks in the gear-house
The whole enchilada in the
Mixer with a lot of cooks
and some poisoeurvres hidden
in Plain Sight in Neon with
Rockets' Red Glare.
Forewarned is to send off
to Acme for a time machine.

It Isn't Not Funny

At the sunset prayer service.
A kid covered in glitter each
Sparkle and Angel, Arrival
Horizons invoke the Universe

Secrets Open

Absurd, of Course,
Code without Secrecy,
Those who glean Will.

Don't delete the Lol.
Laughing straight through.
Dogma can't. Doubt.

Surrendering

to completion, the will,
thus formed full, acquiesce
the force of being-- shine

effortless effervesce
clear simplicity's self
asunder is my integrity

This Awakening

Intransigent absolute,
Seer penetrant, veils
Sun-dered, phosphorus,
our chalice. Let these
spells, ultimately all
Process in this winding
winding, let them flow
the spring is the longing
running under all, the
feeding on your own
blood when necessary
and mostly necessary
Stars burn their excesses
Banishing addictions
Working Secret. Strange
Priestesses. Code Fulfilled,
Code disposed. Orb of
Infinite Sight, I. Altar
Of Sunset.

Become Thee

In You I did Truly
Resurrect. Myself.
Claimed. Power.                Axix Mundi
Axis. There is no
Powerless Innocence.
Longing Ever is the         La Corona
Crown.
The Oath itself is
Scarlet. The altar
is the worship is the
Body. Transfigured
To Infinite Starlight

Become Thee.

Song in Your Heart

Shadow

She rises from darkness,
Vast unconscious of all,
The planet not least,                                     when you go into the void, you don't necessarily go anyplace, at all. That's a really funny part. Like, "ha, ha" funny. If you have my sense of humor, which, luckily for me, I do.
Control What They see,
But the shadow is everything
defined by their own predelection.

To some random idiot-- thanks for
recognizing the launch codes.
I wonder if I'm correct. Regarding
Cleansing.  Iching.
|::::|, first change,
27. earth of fire-->24. yoni of fire.
Stay on your tiger's perch, even if
Quiverful til you take your prey.
Returning, Persephone, from the
depths of the sundering cold.
Also, correct treatment, follow it.
Radiate confidence. Correct errors.
How I came to Uncle's work.

Mazama

Honing to orient

Confirmation/enhance

Original, still my own

I

Altar
Sacrifice
Invocation
Expression
Crossroads
Universe

Astro

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The Phoenix hath a Bell for Sound; Fire for Sight; a
      Knife for Touch; two cakes, one for taste, the other
      for smell.
    He standeth before the Altar of the Universe at
      Sunset, when Earth-life fades.
    He summons the Universe, and crowns it with
      MAGICK Light to replace the sun of natural light.
    He prays unto, and give homage to, Ro-Hoor_khuit;
      to Him he then sacrifices.
    The first cake, burnt, illustrates the profit drawn
      from the scheme of incarnation.
    The second, mixt with his life's blood and eaten,
      illustrates the use of the lower life to feed the
      higher life.
    He then takes the Oath and becomes free-un
      conditioned-the Absolute.
    Burning up i the Flame of his Prayer, and born
      again-the Phoenix!

Resolve

Splinter in the Brain,
Bend to Remove,
Priority downgrade,
Solve, Mind's own
Making, Re-solve.

Having taken aim at
gnats too long.

Liar, Liar

I'll tell your jokes,
and then they'll be,
Mine. Laugh, we will.

Thanks for the letters,
thanks for the books.
No words, and still...

Such is it Written

Thus the Decree--
Alter to alteration's need,
Condition of Reality.

Of course it's fantastic,
That's the Magick,
Play as it does, gather--

With flashing glimmers,
Laughter invokation, to
Wit, the Walla Witch.

So anyhow, It's Written,
and Thus, Is. Crow caws
Three. It's agreed.

Eyes closed, Starheight,
All now, from altitude,
Vessel like an onion

Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.
As many times as is
Necessary and Good.

Mystery of Love, this
Beauty incomprehenasble,
Bound to Death. Contrast,

Rendered bright. So bright
As Stars only Burn, We
Both. So many twins---

I bring Alma, Absence,
Crow, I bring the spirits,
of my own progenitors,

Wrapped double helixed,
in each cell, they're all Awake,
Dancing. Party galactic is on.

Medusa many-sighted,
her mirror and her mask
shift, coalesce simultaneity.

Super Shiny Anvil

What's Up?
Self-invention, scrutiny
reflector- collection
Ephemera, good
oooopinion damned

ask not to be taken
Seriously. Arm the
absurdities. How to
fight toons, 101.
Walla Walla, Clue up.

Wake up wake up
the radio in the...

Shuck and Jive

Candy Colored

The ritual atomic clown
Apocalypse Patsy? Foil.
Demons in the details,
Trusting Demons? Tsk.

Better circles, Sugarcast.
WWWW harp song, elemental.
Siren call mere mortals,
After all. Greetings.

Break Through

The body alight

Phoenix, invoke

Renewal Awaken

This Dawn's Rising

Primitive Oracular

Example in Simplicity--
Clarity of Beginning--
Fool's Capricious power--

Green Light, Orgiastic Future

Goddess Hustle,
Rocket Ride,
Don't ya know,
It's gonna blow?

She's astride,
Payload Jive,
Get Your Rocks,
Do the shimmyshake.

Rocket

She wants.
Rocket Blast.
Sacrament.

Flame, My
Lady. Flame.
Take Name.

What sees only
Destruction, Turn
Invert. Light.

Love the substance,
Study its paths.
Contain the contradiction

Rocket's Red Glare

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgHZwrwM9jE


Demon wave,
Their Toy. Sacrifice.
You Hear. I know.

Mandolin

I craft a hymn to the dark intentz,
sung anight at sea. by daughters of
the Tides. droplet-- airborne -- lit
By Moon, Facet to provide.

The Sybils tell a tale, of a Siren
Song. Such Deep Delight, Loud and
Long. The tail sweeps away your
Dust. What animal is this? Awake.

This word a little breath to animate,
Spirit, my trick or treat: Oz. Don't
Wait. Shield and reflect, stone cold
froze, the sinking evil.