PENSACOLA

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I can really dig on some
Spacemen 3,
especially the album
Playing With Fire.

SPACE COAST MERITS

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David Sanderson is a wonderful man who lives above a Bushwick pizza franchise that serves bacon-chicken-ranch pizza. Sanderson is one of the few friends I have from the Space Coast. David has played energetic bass guitar in a number of spirited bands, most significantly Cream Abdul Babar. David has an identical twin brother named Tradd . The twins collectively experienced repressed memory dissonance regarding their interactions with me. They believed I had bullied them when they were younger. I never bullied them. Yet one time I was within a 50-foot radius of such bullying that they may or may not have received. Fortunately for David and I our Space Coast days are behind us.
I am immensely grateful to David for setting up my website. He was able to expertly execute the visions I had in my brain. I respectfully bid you to witness my web representation and thank you David Sanderson.

TOTAL CONTINUOUS GO FOR IT ALWAYS AND NOW HELLO AND OKAY THANK YOU

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Over the past couple months, I’ve truly enjoyed going to bars by myself. It used to make me self-conscious to be in a bar alone, yet as I get older I care less about such trivialities. I now love being anonymous and at the mercy of social unknowns. I have found by being patient and observant unexpected points of departure can manifest.

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AUSTIN OSMAN SPARE

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12-30-1886 to 5-15-56

Thank you.

AOS

Aàos recovers from the Death Posture.

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Consider The Moon

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My vestments will be white, silver and crystal, therby associating myself with the moon.
I'm not interested in seeing lunar landings as hoaxes. Multitude of photos here .

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INVOCATION OF HORUS 3-19-06

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When I was in my late teens I was a serious born again Christian. While I was into Jesus, I found most of the church scene to be full of squares and desired more. So one summer I went to Chicago and spent a month with Jesus People USA.
Jesus People USA started as a busload of Christian hippies in the early 70’s. Convinced that the rapture would soon be upon us, they got into a bus and traveled the country witnessing about the man Jesus. Their bus broke down in Chicago and they stayed in a church basement. They ended up staying in Chicago and formed a community. This community would go on to buy a 10-story hotel and develop a number of outreach programs and businesses. The Jesus People hold their goods and property in a common fund, and all profits from the various businesses (screen printing, moving, house painting, roofing) go back into the community and various outreach programs. Their community is a successful egalitarian model mirrored by hippy communities all over. Except they are way into Jesus.
14 years later I find myself taking a train to the same neighborhood to go to an Invocation of Horus performed by the Chicago OTO. I was accompanied by Bridgette B., whom I had met 20 hours prior. I was grateful to have her companionship on this journey.
The ritual took place at the Chicago College of Healing Arts, which was a storefront. Inside, about 20 people were gathered in the lobby. We were told the ritual would start soon and were briefed on the details. We were given a handout for “Service Celebrating the Feast for the Supreme Ritual”. It detailed what we, as the people, were to say and sing in response to the minister. The two songs we were to sing were rehearsed in the lobby.
The ritual chamber was a multi functional room with residue of past classes on the chalkboard. The minister was a really tall man wearing all black, lots of eye makeup, and crowned with a black top hat. Seated were a black robed woman;the Seer, and a black robed man; the Beast. The atmosphere was intense and serious, but also harmless and ultimately positive. Much poetic verse was pronounced with earnest by the three black robed and we, the people, spoke verses from the handouts. Along with the verses, we, the people, also lifted our hands in trident agreement from time to time.
While complete details seem tedious and potentially disrespectful, I’ll say I felt privileged to enter this assembled circle of people earnestly looking to and interacting with antiquity. Aleister Crowley (it is pronounced like HOLY by people in the know) had performed this ritual over 100 years prior, and here it was being replicated by his followers. The assembled were calling to the ancient forces to bring them into Spring.
The best thing about the ritual was how happy and positive everyone was afterwards. It was as though a threshold had been crossed. After delivering the ritual in intense, almost sinister tones, the black robed ministers were now smiling and super friendly. Before leaving we met Dionysos Thriambos , a minister of this New Aeon Gnosticism. He told us about the upcoming Gnostic mass as well as his long involvement with this local branch.
To quote the Seer’s last closing statement: “Thus begins another Aeon of the Crowned and Conquering Child.”

WELCOME TO SPRING

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LIGHT ON THE PATH

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Recommended reading as written down by Mabel Collins in 1888
"Before the eyes can see, they must be incapable of tears. Before the ear can hear, it must have lost its sensitiveness. Before the voice can speak in the presence of the Masters it must have lost the power to wound. Before the soul can stand in the presence of the Masters its feet must be washed in the blood of the heart"

WATCHING FROM THE BILL

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On Sunday, March 19th, The Chicago branch of the Ordo Templi Orientalis is performing an Invocation of Horus at the College of Healing Arts. I am going and would love for you to accompany me.
While there, it is quite possible you will hear:
Strike, Strike the Master Chord!
Draw, Draw the Flaming Sword!
Crowned Child and Conquering Lord!
Horus, Avenger!

ON MY SUCESSFUL PURSUIT OF A SILVER CHALICE

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On Tuesday I took a walk to the best Salvation Army I’ve ever been to. It is located close to where I’m working and sleeping on Chicago’s West Side. I walked onto a bridge and stopped to watch a backhoe moving dark brown dirt. I had to stop because the machine was moving all this brown dirt and the smell of chocolate was super intense. My brain worked on this for a second until my eyes revealed that The Bloomer Chocolate factory sat on the other end of the bridge. Despite figuring this, I still had to trip out on the backhoe and the pleasant scents for a few minutes.
While listening to archived programs of This American Life, I heard mention of the Bloomer Chocolate Factory. The EPA is clamping down on the factory’s emissions, while passing on local noxious coal factories. The Chicago tribune writes about it better than I can summarize.

I HEAR A SHADOW. WHY AM I ALIVE?

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Rorschach was such a mucho fantastico band with Protestant being one of my favorite ever albums. But I can't bring that one on the road. Instead, the past few days in Chicago find me repeating:
1.Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords
2. Ariel Pink - Getting High in the Morning
3.Alan Vega -Speedway
4. Carol Channing - Throughly Modern Millie
5. Bruce Haack - Fantastic Skulltastic
6. Charley Jordan - Turn Your Money Green
and
7. Agitation Free - Malesch album

TRONDHEIM

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Thank you to the good people of Trondheim, Norway who made marvelous. Especially Thank you Aleksi Wildhagen, Tala + Stephan, Oiven, Liv, Even, Kristina, Knut Erik, Kye, and Ricard for taking me into your homes, black box theatres, churches, bars + snow covered mountain ranges.

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PULSATING PORTENTS

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I am now sitting in Chicago. I feel really psyched about being here since George Clinton and I rode the same plane in.

MELANCHOLY - GENIUS AND MADNESS IN ART

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This show, currently at the Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlin, is fucking brilliant! Suddenly, many of the themes and works that have been at the forefront of my brain appear before me!

SAINT ANTHONY, TORMENTED BY DEMONS

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MARTIN SCHONGAUER
1470-1473

THE ISLE OF THE DEAD, 1883

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ARNOLD BÖCKLIN,

Theophrastus Philippus Aureolus Bombastus von Hohenheim

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1493 - 1541
Also known as Paracelsus. He likened the imagination to a magnet which with it's power of attractions draws the things of the eternal world within man, to reshape them there. It is crucial to master them there for what man thinks "is what he is, and a thing is as he thinks it. If he thinks a fire, he is a fire".

MILDRED HARNACK FISH

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1902 - 1943
Wisconsin born Mildred Harnack-Fish was a part of the German resistance against the Nazi's. She was the only U.S. citzen executed specifically due to Hitler's command. She came to Berlin with her husband as it was his native country (he was killed months before her for his role in the resistance). She taught American literature and was translating Goethe's poetry up to the day of her death.

BERLIN

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What was already super heavy turned to absolutely crushing upon reading: "31 July 1942, Dear Father! I am saying good bye to you before I die. We would so love to live, but they won´t let us and we will die. I am so scared of this death. Because the small children are thrown alive in the pit. Good bye forever. I kiss you tenderly. Your J". written by 12 year old Judith Wischnjatskaja.

REPETITIVE RESONANCE CONCEALED SANCTION

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Rachmaninoff – Isle of the Dead
Alan Vega – American Dreamer
Marianne Faithfull – As Tears Go By
Bruce Haack and Miss Nelson – Soul Transportation
Goblin – Dawn of the Dead, Main Theme
Al Jolson – (all of it)

I HEAR YOU OVER HERE

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Today I walked to the water’s edge. Prior to leaving for my walk, I finished a conversation about spirits as cats and cats as spirits. Before reaching the water, I stopped and photographed an ominous concrete structure built by Nazi’s to headquarter their naval fleet. On two separate occasions on my walk, black cats warmed the path ahead.
I reached the water’s edge and an enormous statue of Leif Ericson. Leif was converted to Christianity during a major torch pass. Leif served under King Olaf Tryggvason. Prior to accepting Christ into his heart, Olaf had lead marauding expeditions terrorizing the Christians. Olaf was coverted to Christianity on an island by a hermit. Norway was transformed into accepting Jesus through Olaf’s persuasion and force. His new wrath focused on the guardians of his old pagan faith. He rewarded the male völvas (shamans) with a slow death. They were tied up and left to drown in the changing tides (“on a skerry at ebb”).
I thought about these things as I looked with Leif’s likeness into the dense water. While standing there I also noticed a group of my recurring friends. A murder of crows was taking part in a bread pyramid left in the snow. Most of the local crows are hooded crows. I have noticed them speaking to me at opportune times. I recently listened to the crows talk to the dead and me as I walked through a local snow covered cemetery at the peak of a golden hour. They talk rather than sing.
As I arrived back at my residence, black cat #3 appeared in the parking lot.

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J.B.

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Monday will be my 34th and final day in Trondheim. I am going to Berlin to have fellowship with one of my best friends, Joel Baker. Joel and I have shared a large assortment of experience. We’ve played together in a number of bands, driven a Datsun 210 into a rural lake late at night, and been so poor we had to steal food from grocery stores, eat at Hare Krishna temples and sell our plasma.
Joel dropped in and became super diligent with his craft to be where he is today. Joel is a professional acrobatic clown. He is a consummate performer and has spread his joy all over the northern hemisphere. Look at Joel stand next to George Foreman. He has a fantastic website.