Robert Anton Wilson, my Hero.

The Magick of Language
We never experience “thoughts,” “feelings,” “perceptions,” “intuitions,” “sensations,” “body symptoms.” etc. We invent those categories after the fact. What we experience, nanosecond by nanosecond, consists of continuous reactions of the organism-as-whole to the environment-as-a-whole, including incoming verbal signals from others in the same predicament. These incoming verbal signals also produce in us reactions of the organism-as-a-whole sometimes culminating in a return signal.

That much seems simple neurobiological savvy.

But suppose I point a shamanic death-bone at you and recite a curse? Or utter a Magick Word that alarms and threatens you as much as a simple “fuck” threatens simple Methodists? We never “know” organismically all that we know theoretically. Parts of us remain simian, childish, inertial, mechanical etc.

Illustration: Consciously and will-fully remind yourself that you can tell the difference between a “movie” and “real life.” Then go to see the latest ketchup-splattered horror/slasher classic and pay attention to how many times the director magically tricks you into real gasps, internal or overt cringe-reflexes, , dry mouth, clutching [seat-rails, coke can, companion’s arm etc.] or other symptoms of minor but real [polygraph-diagnosable] anxiety and short-term near-panic, sometimes verging on vomit-reflex.

Illustration #2: With the same conscious and will-full reminders about the difference between “movies” and “real life,” attend a hard-core XXX porno flick. Observe how long it takes before physiological responses indicate that parts of you at least have lost track of that distinction.

None of this represents trivial cases only. The role of magick in all language transactions has very concrete and exhilarating/terrifying implications; viz.

Well-documented case of a man literally killed by a shaman’s curse and a “death-bone” — The Psychobiology of Mind-Body Healing, by Ernest Lawrence Rossi, Norton, 1988, page 9-12.

Equally well-documented case of another man, a cancer patient, “miraculously” blessed by remission and recovery due to a placebo [with tumors shrunk to half their previous size], then cursed back into critical condition when learning of deaths of others receiving the same placebo — same book, page 3-8.

Whoever speaks a sentence to another human may pronounce a blessing or a curse without even intending this.

Remember this the next time you get angry.

home again!

This Entry brought to you in Hypno-vision!

Went to see the ladies’ man… and I found it entertaining. Some unusual cameos, and Billie Dee Williams is still smooth as silk. I want him to be my narrative bartender. The crossdressing part in the preview was nowhere to be seen… and I’m glad that Hillary form fresh prince aged so well.

Now I’m in, and enjoying a good surf. is pretty neato, the reverse lookups are very functional and quite useful, when combined with the whois server. I can find the home or business address of just about anyone with a website. 🙂 I bet a lot of folks can get stalked that way… so be nice.


Why Bears?

From Ghost dog….


A solitary animal, adaptable to all climates, terrain, and food. In groups will share food in abundance, and is a formidable adversary despite a lack of predatory instincts. If he or his group is injured or threatened, he will fight and kill with great ferocity, but is generally a peaceful, docile creature. In ancient cultures, bears were considered equals to men.


Not a payday, but the lead-in to the weekend.

found a few job options I didn’t have a week ago, including reference librarian. 🙂 A great gig, form what I remember… only downside was the “playing the game” aspect of internal politics. I can get around that, if need be, but that’ll be the biggest downside. Upside of that job is that it’ll have built-in buddies form another state! How neat.

Options stand as – Denver, Flagstaff, Yorktown, and Seattle, for out of state moves. In state has a tighter ring as Tampa, Orlando, or Ft. Lauderdale appear as more local possibilities. I certainly would prefer to work in an industry that I think is a positive impact, or at least doesn’t bother folks, like a library. Some of my other potential jobs aren’t as kind, but will be taken as a matter of money, possibly. Shooting for more internal joy, though. I don’t want to work in advertising or any of the ‘vice’ fields anymore… just sort of slimy at the core. I’ve done websites for adult industry stuff and worked at an advertising company… both just left me feeling clammy.

A pity that there’s no financial reward in working for charities… plenty of personal rewards, but hard to pay rent, and live on 17k a year doing programming for PETA, Women in Distress, or St. Vincent’s. something middle of the road, like a R&D firm for technology, or a like field.

on a lighter note – JennyLee pointed this out, and i just have to pass it on.


Call this number, wait for the menu to go through to seven, and then press 7.

*I am dying* Bwah-ha ha!!!

new test! (for me, anyhow.)

Nashata pointed me in this Direction, and I’m a white knight!


Here’s what I got. Your distinct personality, The White Knight, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Don Quixote was a White Knight as was Joan of Arc, the Lone Ranger and Crusader Rabbit. As a White Knight you expect nothing in return for your good deeds. You are one of the true “Givers” of the world. You are the anonymous philanthropist who shares your wealth, your time and your life with others. To give, is its own reward and as a White Knight you seek no other. On the positive side you are merciful, sympathetic, helpful, giving and heroic. On the negative side you may be impulsively decisive, sentimental and misdirected. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today’s corporate kingdoms.

a flash of memory

Does anyone else remember the Computer game Syndicate Wars, in particular the open cut-scene?

The background was roughly that every human worker had a chip implanted in their brain that caused them to see everything as right, bright and happy. The syndicate agents don’t have the chips, and operate in reality, where a powerful religious movement is running around deactivating people’s chips and causing all sorts of disruption. The character in the into is walking down a pleasant city small-town street, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and Mr Policeman is is smiling at him, wishing him a good day.

Then his chip is deactivated.

The sky darkens, the small puffy white clouds stretching out to a perpetual fog. The building shoot up into massive skyscrapers, dirt and grime running down their sides. The bird song turns out to be the noise of the city. The policeman isn’t wishing him a good day, he’s telling him to move on. And he definitely wasn’t carrying an assault rifle before the change.

The actual game dealt more with blowing things up than it did with philosophy, but it was a keen background.

“There are ranks and orders. There are faces at every window. Just be thankful they didn’t send the Men in Mauve.”

— Grant Morrison, “Doom Patrol”

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