I am a flesh-type humanoid (bio-suit) with external genitalia what's been on Earth for approx 40 revolutions around the sun. Declared my-selves a mage to the multi-verse about 18 years ago. Big fan of martial arts. I've studied muay thai, brazilian jujitsu and shaolin kenpo, although my primary training has been in a relatively obscure Korean style of taekwondo called moon mu kwan, developed by S. Korean military in the late 50's. Legend has it, two N. Koreans snuck across the border and took down about six S. Korean soldiers via hand-to-hand combat. So, of course (?) I'm also a fan of Taoism.
Also very hermetical, Tree of Life, gematrias, alchemy, tarot, etc. Recently (within the past few years) got into voudon, of all things. I should say voudon got into me. Never had a strong interest in voudon. I was drinking late one night and went into a youtube rabbit hole, as one does, and ended up watching a voudon ceremony honoring the ghuedhe lwa. I'll be darned if I didn't start to feel really weird. I mean really weird, which is really weird because I've felt really weird before! Top of my head started to feel all warm and tingly/gushy, like someone was pouring melted chocolate over my brain. It was quite pleasant actually. As it slowly descended down, I could feel some disassociation happening. My sense of self was dissolving and I simultaneously knew somehow that I was being mounted by a spirit, as they say.
I wrote it off as a peculiar novelty and carried on. But the spirits had other plans. A few days later, the very same thing happened, this time right before I had to go to work. It came on fast and strong and I struggled to keep it from moving down into my belly. I foolishly thought that if I got in the car, it would somehow go away. I ended up going back home about halfway to work. It wasn't going away anytime soon and this was no state for any kind of left-brain, cognitive, coordinated action. On that somewhat harrowing drive, I could sense other drivers thoughts and if I "focused" on them, I felt myself drifting towards their vehicle - not physically, but mentally/astrally. Everything was super-charged with meaning. A snippet of words from the radio immediately connected with the numbers on a license plate. I made it home and laid on the floor until the feeling subsided and passed out on the spot.
A few days later, I'm at work. I host karaoke shows and one of my long time regulars sang "Marie Laveau" by Bobby Bare, a song which he had never sung in the years of singing. He also happens to be a practitioner of lucumi, so of course I told him all the above. Long story short, after another direct contact by the spirits and enough synchronicities for two Jungs, my stubborn ass finally got an altar up. After an evocation of Astaroth with a group, my spirits came again, in the form of several large spiders irl, and one dog-sized spider and a tall, dark figure with a tophat in a dream that night. So naturally, I'm now walking a fine and dandy line between gnostic voudon/Lovecraftian work because I came to understand two watershed events from my past that, up until the voudon hit me, I had no clue as to their meaning. Time/space/life is wacky, innit? I'm sure many of you have had similar experiences.
I think I've rambled on enough! Looking forward to sharing and learning with everyone.
Thank you for the greeting/summoning, ignant! Verily, my name is inspired by Vonnegut and the Brothers Marx
djedi - I kinda cringe to admit it, but my gf and I drove to Chicago, last year, I believe, and had Master Aquarius hisself sign my copy of Ontological Graffiti during one of his Occult Movie Nights at the Occult Bookstore. The movie was The VVitch, his commentary was utterly spellbinding and the free pizza hit the spot! Also horizontal snow slapping at our backs on the trek back to our car.
Shiva - thank you! [bow] I love all the martial arts, which is ironic, because I'm basically a pacifist hippy, only with good taste in clothes and music. But I jest!
Regarding Crowley relevance... 777 and The Book of Thoth are indispensable. It took me a while to realize it, but I find myself referring to them more and more. Also, last year I karaoked Black Sabbath's "Mr. Crowley" on Crowley's birthday (pronounced it like 'holy', of course!) and I'll be danged if a well-dressed gent - the spitting image of the Beast in his bald prime - didn't come strollin' on in. I can't remember all the songs he sang, but he said his name was "Lama" lol. I took a picture, but alas that phone went dodo. I think I posted it on my old facebook? I never take pictures! But I digress... I dig what I understand to be Thelema. It seems very Tao to me. Liber Oz ain't too shabby either. Thoth tarot is super cool. Babalon Rising?
I think I'm too old and out of shape to be steppin into the octagon! Twenty years ago, maybe, yes - but these days - nah. I'd need at least a year of non-stop training to even consider doing something like that. I mean, I won some trophies at kinda BS, point-sparring tournaments, but Moon Mu Kwan is a lot about counter attacks, throws, and then stepping on the head, lol. We still had a rep at our regional tournaments for a few years! (I'm laughing thinking about it!) Plus people turn away from the judges and then turn back and grab their nuts when we both know I sunk that spinning back kick directly into the diaphragm! Second place my ass. I'm not bitter though. Siriusly. though, eloel
What political jurisdiction currently collects taxes from you, and in which one did you spend your adolescence?
You mention having better taste in music than a hippie; i will be the judge of that. Top five musicians/bands, please. Politics if any. Since we don't know your country yet, a mere left/right/can't be bothered will suffice.
Since you are new here and can't be expected to keep track of who everyone is yet: My answers are USA, New York State, Dachers County right now; backwoods New England til i could get to NYC as a kid. Dolls, Stooges, MC-5, Who, Stones. Anarcho-communist.
How many dogs or other animals (include humans) currently supervise you? Two dogs, wife, kid in my case (and in that order).
Yes, this happens to all pictures that capture manifestations from somewhere outside the perimeter of our restricted awareness. Occulted pictures get stolen, lost, dematerialized, and corrupted or dissolved even inside the camera or on the disk.
I think I'm too old and out of shape to be steppin into the octagon!
I am 80 year old. (TAO = 9+1+70 = 80). I teach Tai Chi, Aikido, and Shotokan Karate. In Karate tournaments, agers over 50 can no longer compete. But in LAShTAL's Octagon, there is no age limit. Combat is limited to ideas and the utterance of foul names - the latter being discouraged, yet often offered.
Forget the Octagon on TV. The "Octagon" here is a virtual arena where people with fixed viewpoints attempt to convert the woo-wayers into submission and recognition of visiting Adepti Macromanubrium.
Welcome to LAShTAL, grouchotrout. I can only echo ignant's fascination with your moniker. Groucho would have been proud, whilst perhaps wondering about the trout bit.
Greeting and welcome, groucho trout (possibly named after your father, I take it? Actually forget that, I remember now that was Plenty O'Toole, instead.) I look forward to reading your contributions for many years to come, or at least however many we may have until the apocalypse.
Can there be any other type, though, I wonder? A warmongering, vengeful sort of hippy would surely be an oxymoron (not to mention a faintly alarming spectacle)!
A warmongering, vengeful sort of hippy would surely be an oxymoron (not to mention a faintly alarming spectacle)!
My pals had a NYC punk/noise/art band called War Hippies in the '90s. They were very heavily armed, very drunk, and completely insane. Anyone only "faintly" alarmed was made of very stern stuff indeed. This is one of the few traces that remain. Here is another. One of their art projects was xeroxing $10 bills and leaving them in phonebooths all over the LES. At least one person succeeded in buying heroin with one.
There are traces of another, completely different, and not at all alarming, band in Kentucky using the same name, and also an outlaw MC club.
Swastikkkas Baby!!!... Full on anarcho-syndicalist-socialist-cancel/culture-maoist-corporate-trash for yah yah gender bending benzo suck sucky lip pouty pouty potty snotty... her majesty's request keefee reeffee refuge of pharmikkkon Rev 18 fornication dollies get yer smack mask on Crowley pouting excuses throws the book bore the rainbow queens for Sackler family morphine fortunes protected by Demokkkrat = Republikkklan masonic party hacks still a favorite band? yah old hound dog hexagram Elvis odeeeodeeeodeadoee in Lenin granny glasses....yes who the fuck are you is an advaitic question....try it on some time....you fuck up forums consistently but are never challenged by paul...to actually grow up beyond 1970's reminiscences of looking glass reality...witch way does it go...
well at least Jerry went to a rehab.....sick of 'hauling items for the mob' perhaps....!
@dom @xon
have fun kids
The mezzanium @mzezzz invite to watch the stars fade to morning is the most Thelemic suggestion since Jane Wolf was ordered to take a Magical Retirement at Cefalu, on the Rock....or AC's self imposed exile to the Dutchess County rehab at Oeooosopus...without respirators...
Remember ye masked revelers ........'pants don't stop farts'
Yes Maat should arrive in the mail any day now, Thank God!
Thanks Michael! @michaelstaley
or more expensive kindling for the stove...
And thus I shall most likely retire from this nonagon forth with rather than waste time with arguing for I have court deadlines and this is just some warming up...with a cold cup of coffee...
The tshirt in question also has an upside-down crucifix, and the word DESTROY superimposed over both the crucifix and swastika. It is not a model of semiotic clarity; to read this flurry of signifiers as saying something definite is to fall into the trap the designers set.
It is not 1977; people who fought in or lived through the war are all dead or very retired; Nazis on the other hand are alive and well and prospering.
@hadgigegenraum loses research points for not posting the images of either Brian Jones of the Stones, or Ron Asheton of the Stooges, in full SS uniform complete with armband, or an image of Johnny Thunders of the Dolls wearing the same t-shirt he found Jagger in, or the (admittedly super-obscure, and very tiny) Nazi helmet decal with swastika on the truss-rod cover of his Les Paul Jr (have never seen a photo where this is clearly visible, huge gratitude to anyone who can find one), BTW.
Though to be fair, Thunders may have put the decal there after the Dolls went down in flames, and probably did. And only wore that Seditionaries t-shirt during the Heartbreakers era.
Or even the Iron Cross Ron is wearing in every pic on Funhouse.
Well thanks for displaying your @ignant666 favorite bands Nazi affiliations alive in the politics of today's children of the punk rock phakes playing the knock out game through manipulated cancel culture's ode to chapter thwee or were yah just sipping Chablis on the Seine with Moochelle Obama when Notre Dam was set on fire by Macron's goons that must of been part of The Danton's greatest hits package rerun like jimmememe pfage donning of ss regalia ode to plagerisms for an MBE or EMI or whatever label the swan song stole from muddy for as is was or is wasn't remember that mass matters in the mest and midst of Cages cages might be an escape, listen, why as long as the graffitied trains run on clockwork orange to some classical smut tuned to 440 screech then so assure oneself that tinnitus is the chirping of Ghlisane's vibrator....
Here @djedi no prejudice... tag your it....now have fun in the nonagon...
and no @dom I don't know why you rhyme with Xon...
No there is no floride in the water up here, just pure serpentine filtered double u water.... fresh, cool and sparkling...as nature nurture phi intended...
So welcome to the what's your favorite band forum dedicated to bestiality there señor or señorita trout mask marx brothers replica....are ya 'enjoying the ride'???
I would just like to speak up, and say that not all Vermonters engage in the notorious "pig-fucking contests"; it is also true that many engage in cannibalism only on rare occasions, and often do so reluctantly, and only to satisfy the demands of older and "traditional" family members.
It is also correct that, whatever else there is in the water in the Green Mountain State, no fluoride saps their precious bodily fluids, except in the People's Republic of Burlington, where they do so to control the robotic Bernie cultists.
It is little surprise that @hadgigegenraum is a 432 hz "A" man.
If someone were to force me to imbibe Chablis, i would, as the God of Israel is said to do on encountering the lukewarm, "spew [it] of out my mouth". If it were Ms. Obama, i would do so discreetly.
I don't get it. My forum-name gets a mention here with Xon, why?
Because he bade you both to have fun, yourself along with @xon. It is up to you though to determine whether sarcasm may or may not have been deployed.
It is an improvement upon if he had forbad you to, or wished you not to have fun instead (and as an 'offence', I believe it would only qualify as a misdemeanour rather than a felony if at all).
Is this some sort of curse? There have been a few of those here recently. [enter]
The nonagon is forbidden to those who have no spiritual perception. This is because it is too deep and it either frightens them or they go anyway and become insane. [enter]
The number Nine is Death, Initiation, and Fathomless Depth. Anyone having Fun in the Nonagon would be likely to read Satanist Thelemic Literature by The Wickedest .... [STOP][enter]
We known it fills the Most Holy Graal of BABALON, and that She Herself is perpetually pickled as an owl on the stuff (according to AC anyway); that's all i can say in a public forum.
Nymphomania is a medical, sometimes publicly-used, term that approaches what you are trying to say, but even that is not quite it, so I will invent a secret and write a book about it.
Nymphomania is a medical, sometimes publicly-used, term that approaches what you are trying to say, but even that is not quite it, so I will invent a secret and write a book about it.
The Book is about halfway written. The First Word of the Title is Hot.
It includes no nymphomania. I am a pre-boomer. I drove a Model A Ford (with extras). Since you have divined the First Word of the Title, I will see that you get a free copy.
Since the material is merely historical, with a deep look into certain philosophies, I will make the usual pdf version, in full color which you will need, a donation into the gaps of the human mind. Anyone. Free. Here.
Now, the question obviously arises, "What is the Second Word of the Liber?"
I am feeling gratuitous, or gracious, or gracias, no doubt due to the driving-away of the drive-by shooters who missed, and will reveal the second word here on Groucho's thread (you will get a free copy as well) by uttering ...
Zones
A handsome hard-copy book will be available for biblioaddicts.
Groucho, are you still with us. Please report in within 72 hours if you are still alive. In the meantime, all sorts of trash is liable to show up on your Intro thread.
Christ, Chris or is it Christi?....my God it must by Christ!...Jesus I did not know you had a habit not satisfied by First Editions and vicarious red letter pithy comments inserted into these threads....If you want to improve your metabolism, try aspirin coffee niacinamide and plenty of fresh fruit, I believe oysters were the Beast's favorite and secret to certain volumetric accounts concerning certain fluids in his diaries....but I am not certain...
Now meth I know nothing of, and believe it is a vestige of both Nazi and Allied war machines and it would seem that our local Swastika hunter has been harboring his own collection of crooked crosses amongst teen idol rock snots and frankly that Frank's new avatar is most suspicious, why he might well have been a concentration camp guard, or just a bouncer at CBGBs
No, because it "reveals" things that were hidden, things that were not hidden but overlooked, and things that were open, but nobody understood. However, the few (you know, the ones chosen to survive and keep on going) are somewhat available to tell the rest of us dunderheads what happened.
Ugh, as I said, I have little patience with digital comms. Apparently, the quote function deletes the previous quote reply? Pointers here would be appreciated.
ignant - I don't like giving out too much personal details - even to close, personal associates, but - I was raised mostly in rural Kentucky and currently reside in urban Kentucky. My cat, Monkey, recently joined a certain pantheon last year after 21 years of good times. Currently living with one cat and my female life partner. I say 'no' to politics. I am staunchly anti-authoritarian, in all its flavors and colors. Top five musicz is tough, but I'll give it a shot. Einsturzende Neubauten, Wu Tang Clan, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, The Platters and, uh, Al Green. I do like most of the bands you listed. Also, Patsy Cline and Mozart are up there in heavy rotation as well. Also Death Grips and vaporwave-trap-type instrumentals and video game soundtracks and obscure Asian metal bands.
Shiva - I siriusly thought I could find that pic of "Lama" off my old profile with relative ease, but alas, no. Which is honestly a bit frustrating. I might holler at my friend what seent it, who also happens to be working with Brian Butler and Kenneth Anger, but I kinda doubt he remembers, or has some extra capacity beyond my own to hunt down the pic. It was a bit blurry anyways, because I felt a bit weird taking a pic of some "random" middle-aged dude singing his song, for "no apparent reason." He had a great sense of humor and seemed quite popular with the ladies, which I imagine Crowley could be, if he so chose. So, I suppose we can confirm your statements above, although, I can assure you, he was a flesh and blood incarnation, that just happened to bear a striking resemblance to the popular, bald headed visage of Uncle Al.
Re: the Octagon - "no fight, no blame"
Thank you for the welcome Michael Staley. The "Trout" comes from Kurt Vonnegut's literary alter ego, Kilgore Trout. I combined the two names to formulate my first magickal name in order to inspire a bold, confident, rapier-sharp wit in conjunction with the weird, sci-fi-esque satirical commentary embodied by Kilgore. I also have this image of Groucho Marx slapping people in the face with a trout fish, for some odd reason, haha
Jamie J. Barter - unfortunately, yes, I have met a handful of self-proclaimed "hippies" who were gung-ho military types. A bit baffling, but no more than most peoples weird unresolved cognitive dissonances. It's just more obvious when a person is handing you a joint in a tie-dyed t-shirt while listening to the Grateful Dead.
Shiva - lol, about the 72 hour warning!
Random replies: Just seeing ignant's comment about KY bands! As stated above, I'm a current resident. (The Residents are also super cool, btw) IDK if you're familiar with Slint, but the bassist for Spiderland ran the best video rental store in town for a while and was also in an MC5 cover band. He now runs a pilates, uh, gym, I guess? He's super cool.
Thanks to all others I didn't mention for the greets!
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Having interrogated Comrade Groucho, may i say that, yes, you do appear to have better taste in music than most hippies.Other answers noted, condolences on losing Monkey.
The Death Grips song @djedi posted was interesting, if not to my taste- junior NIN meets Limp Bizkit; possibly the lyrics are the Thelemic/redeeming bit but as i couldn't understand any of them, hard to give points here. But less bad than a great many things, and i listened to almost all of it.
I once was getting treatment from a dental student for cheap. He became concerned, and took the spit-draining-hose thing out of my mouth to ask why i was shaking. I explained that i was laughing at the incredible inappropriateness of the two other dental students laughing about the dental torture scene in Marathon Man in the next cubicle. He asked them to stop that. Probably a Top 10 scene of all dentists, but don't let the rubes know that for chrissakes.
