PM seems to have gone through. All attempts to re-post here (from a copy) have failed. I give up. Maybe tomorrow'll be another day ... if I live through the stress of this new format.

By the way, I included links to 2 websites. It seems like adding an img or a link condemns the post to Limbo.

I got your message and responded, hope you get it! did you get the PMs I sent you prior? I ordered the book for about $25 before I saw your message, thanks! Looks like interesting material. I'd post some pics of the peyote in my store if i could figure out how to do it!

Yes I got the PMs. I can't remember who said what to whom, or what I replied to. That is, I replied to everything and made several lucid (and some odd) statements, but I can't remember what got through as I spent a couple of hours making long posts that simply disappeared when I hit "Submit." But now, this morning, all the techno-stuff seems to be working and we can get back to wherever we were.

I'm sure you'll find the book interesting as it addresses everything the magician or yogi will encounter, based on hundreds of (legal) libationary experiences. And maybe some that were "outside the law." If you find the text of merit, I notice you carry books in your store, and you may contact me for a trade discount if you want to carry it (2 or 4 or 6 copies, whatever) in your stock.

I know about the expectant entrepreneur who is charging (exactly) $2,208.54 for a used paperback copy on Amazon. This just goes to show all of us that Amazon is an idiot's paradise world where anything can happen and any ridiculous price can be charged.

Anyway, you were mentionng Hashish in profusion, and I think I noted in my PM that cannabis is a good trigger for opening the 5th bio-neurocircuit, which is a pretty good deal when compared to alcohol or cocaine that merely kick off the 2nd circuit (territorial dominance or submission) and the 3rd circuit (mental-dexterity), respectively).

Of course it (cannabis) is still illegal in UK and USA, so we can't advocate it's use here on lashtal, but isn't it amazing that so many States have now opened it up legally for "recreational" use?

The story of how it became illegal is interesting. Back them, before our times (1937) Congress was getting ready to enact some draconian law about hard drugs (opium & its derivatives, cocaine, etc) and DuPont (who had recently invented nylon rope) "encouraged" the lawmakers to include cannabis-hemp in that drug act. It seems like hemp rope, mainly from Manila, was the standard rope of the day, and that certainly had to change. So hemp, in essentially any form, became a banned item.

The kicker came during ww2, when DuPont couldn't produce enough nylon rope, and the gov had to enact an exemption that allowed for growing hemp to make old-fashioned rope. After the war, the exemption was repealed and all hemp users went back to criminal status.

Now all that's changing. Uruguay has legalized cannabis, many USA States have also done so.

In the olde dayes, before it necame illegal, people like Crowley and the like used it for astral projection and cosmic insight, as the theme of your thread indicates. As many of us know, it's good stuff, but it pales in comparison to Mescaline or DMT, which substances don't just gently introduce one to encounter extraterrestrial notions, but literally knck their socks off while plunging them into the great cosmic drama.

Studies indicate that 99% of Lashtalians are familiar with these libationary substances in one form or another. These "studies" are based on my quesstimate and are not approved by the FDA, the DEA, or any other three-letter agency.

First, make sure you're using a legal substance in your jurisdiction, then consult your physician, priest and mother to determine if psychedelia is right for you.

Re Amazon, I've seen one my book on Amazon for $1,500, Sex, drugs, Violence and the Bible, which I still have copies of, so I know what you mean.

I knew Jack Herer, the father of the modern hemp movement, and he wrote the forward for my first book, Green Gold the Tree of Life: Marijuana in Magic and Religion, (1995) and I had a wholesale hemp business here in Canada in the 90s, manufacturing hemp cookies, and clothes. Canada has had a legal hemp industry now for sometime, and we should see legalization sometime soon, as that was a major theme of our new PM's election campaign.

Ingested cannabis can be as powerful as many psychedelics. I am familiar with DMT, mescaline etc., and I speak at conferences on that sort of thing, as well as having organized a few. I have many friends who write in that field of study. Besides cactus, I sell dried plants for making ayahuasca.

In 1996, I performed the following ritual with 12 participants. After ingestion of mushrooms, and about 45 minutes of complicated ritual (exercises from undoing yourself with energized mediation, ritual of the lesser pentagram, and an invocation I creed out of a Nag Hammadi text) I picked two prepared question from a hat and asked one of my own, I touched one of the participants, who formed a circle around me, and this person spoke a word, which was followed with a single word from the next person beside them, and then continued on around the circle. When it was happening, it was about as fast as someone speaks, and was so fluid, that it was almost as one person was speaking with different voices. Here are the questions and responses

1 Are the forces of light going to triumph over the forces of evil?
It is not likely that we should see the way to understand freely and completely. That is knowledge and power is left to one's discretion. If you seek to what i have given, then we shall know if everything well be forever best, together realized and that we move towards an ever thrust to be in complete faith harmony and understanding. Respect forest.
2 Where on earth well be a safe place for humans to live into the future?
how can we find appropriate place for living conditions on earth after events breaking apart which can't move towards resolution. Spinning comfortably.
3 Tell me about the worms at the ocean floor? (this was specifically about the worms found in the 500 degree vents on the ocean floor, since then there has been growing scientific speculation, that similar life forms may have arrived via meteorites and brought life to earth)
They were born to part with time, past and future, wow. (at this point everyone broke into laughter and the air seemed to be cleared of whatever we brought in, or at least, the focus had been broken)

Not a lot of books on psychoactive cactus out now period, and yours stands alone as far as I know in regards to its use in magic rituals, so I will likely get a few. I sell a lot of cactus, just bought 3 kilos of dried peyote, and I know of no one else in Canada that provides it. I prefer Peruvian torch myself, have you tried it? its the richest of the san pedro relatives.

Here is a no-budget documentary I made in 2003, L. Ron Hubbard on Drugs, which touches on the mescaline and cannabis fuelled rituals of the OTO in the Parson era. (I never put my name too it, but still suffered a scientology attack!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ti3gY_xYTYM

If you have a mailing address I'd like to send you my latest book if you want to check it out.

All the best
Chris

"2 Where on earth well be a safe place for humans to live into the future?"

Maybe underground with a rich oxygen supply and no plastic? Increasing CO2 levels (now highest in 400,000 years the "scientists" say), unbelievable plastic pollution (in oceans, infusing into our food and water from plastic containers), bad parts (every part in my auto that has broken is made of plastic), and increasing toxity from heavy metals and chemical by-products, plus pharmaceutical proliferation (in animals, rivers, ponds and dumps) ... all indicate that the world is ending. I'm to old to see it happen, thank Horus, but I guess only a major Atlantis-type catastrophe that knocks the planet back into the stone age will lead to a renewal of the human race (and all our animal friends and foes).

Help! Help! The sky is falling!

"I prefer Peruvian torch myself, have you tried it?"

No, but I've heard of it. My all-time favorite was the LEGAL 2C-T-2, which is now illegal. In fact, when Coruscatio was written, there were a whole bunch of LEGAL designer libations - all of which have now been banned ... even in China where they were being made for a long time. Yeah, I know, there's a lot to be said about "natural" substances, but that 2C-T-2 was the cleanest, clearest, legalest stuff I ever encountered.

"... but still suffered a [redacted] attack!"

And now, along those lines, for your entertainment, and for anyone else who is bored because there's not much activity here on lashtal right now, I append the following exerpt from Inside Solar Lodge - Behind the Veil (c) 2012:

The Investigation of the Church

And it came to pass that we owned and operated The Eye of Horus, a bookstore that also carried a wide selection of magickal daggers, incense and homemade candles. Nobody actually bought this stuff except members of our own Order.
At least it started out that way. But then one day Capricornus went down to the wholesale jewelry mart and bought a couple bushels of junk adornments along with a rack of greeting cards. To my way of thinking, it was like turning The Library of Alexandria into a flea-market. But, to be financially fair, the profits did begin to rise.
One day, a lady bought a ring for a dollar; her jeweler appraised it at one-hundred and fifty. She told us and she told her friends. The word spread on the streets and in the places where senior citizens gathered. Our customer base suddenly rose significantly.
The bookstore began to pay its way with a little bit left over. The citizens of Los Angeles weren't too taken by magickal tomes, but they sure liked that gaudy junk jewelry, along with the possibility of finding a small treasure.
Now it just so happened that there stood, one-half of a block away from our bookstore, the headquarters of a very large church. This church also operated several apartment buildings in the immediate neighborhood. These were places where its members lived.
They even had their own enforcement agency: Pairs and trios of young men, dressed in plain white uniforms with helmets and knee-high black boots, carried chromed batons that were three-feet long. They were endlessly seen patrolling the streets and alleyways of the neighborhood.
Being still in incarnation today, let us simply refer to them as the savants for lack of a more precise designation, and also to avoid pointing the finger at a living entity.
Every morning at eleven o'clock, but I especially remember Tuesdays and Thursdays being more active, the church doors would open and a series of normally-dressed teams would stream forth into all directions of the compass.
Our establishment usually had a few customers inside throughout the morning and one of the church's recruiting teams, always a pair or a trio, would march right up to any such customer and start a procedure that was essentially invasive, downright demanding, and often argumentative.
The savants never spoke to, or acknowledged the presence of, any of us who might have been behind the counter watching these bizarre attempts at "street-level conversion."
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Capricornus wanted to do something about the savants, but what could be done short of provoking a territorial dispute, especially one in which we were heavily outnumbered?
It has been said that problems can never be solved on their own level; that one must take them "up a level" in order to find a solution. So we notched the game plan up a level by agreeing to the following strategy:
We would assemble all of our available members who had passed the second degree. The first degree Neophytes were considered "too fragile" for such an heroic adventure. This assembly took about two hours.
Then we would all consume the magickal libation, proceeding therefrom to the Banishing and the Invocation, leaving the circle opened and not closed in the magickal way. So we did that.
And then we would proceed even further by taking our magickal circle with us in our automobiles over to the savants' "open house" meeting that was scheduled to begin in thirty minutes … which we did.
As I remember, there were twelve of us, the number of a "special forces" team. We floated in on a buzzing etheric current and sat down, more or less spread out in a circle, on folding chairs in a medium-sized classroom.
We had no agenda. We simply agreed that we would go in as individual seekers and sit away from each other. There was a total of about twenty people in the audience.
A young man dressed in a suit greeted us from the podium. He had the gait and poise sometimes seen in human males who resemble a bantam rooster. He showed us a 16-mm, black & white film about his church and its founder, who, it appeared, was held in esteem equal to that of The Grand Architect of the Universe.
The lecturer, our sole visible link with the church, then moved on to a metaphysical discussion of consciousness and obstacles. He took off his coat and loosened his tie as he prepared to move into high gear. He drew words and diagrams on the chalkboard. He painted some thoughtform about pre-existing, unchangeable limitations … and that's where he opened himself up .
Capricornus merely interrupted him by saying, "That's not so. You can change it!"
Our lecturer came back with, "What do you mean?" and there ensued a back and forth philosophical argument, the likes of which most readers of this book are quite familiar.
The air became charged with electricity and neither side was about to back down. It was The Grand Master Baphomet versus The Neophyte of the Savants, a determined young man who desperately needed to regain control of his classroom.
I sat quietly in the very center of the back row, consciously holding the energetic perimeter of our circle just within the confines of the room.
Then Frater Luna raised his hand. Our lecturer, anxious to shift out of a dead-locked battle of wits and ideas, immediately recognized the Frater and asked, "Yes?"
Frater Luna then proceeded to explain our lecturer's philosophical point of view back to him, demonstrating a perfect understanding of everything that had been said.
"Yes," the lecturer said, proudly radiating a smile at the adeptness of his new pupil. "That is what I said."
In a hesitating but distinctly clear voice, Frater Luna said, "But that's all wrong. And I completely agree with what that lady over there has been saying."
Capricornus then jumped in and proceeded to work him over again. A few others of our Lodge would chime in at certain points, and finally the lecturer stood back as understanding finally dawned up him.
He nodded sagely and said, "I think I see now what's going on here," as he casually tossed his piece of chalk up into the air - and missed the catch as it bounced of his hand and clattered to the floor.
In order to demonstrate his calm aloofness, he coolly leaned out with his left arm to lean it upon a nearby desktop in a posture of careless repose … where his hand slipped from the desk and he almost fell completely to the floor.
Finally looking decidedly harried, he said, "I'll be right back," and he rushed out the door.
He returned a few minutes later with a larger, more competent man - one who would be the equivalent of a sergeant in the Knights Templar or the U.S. Army.
The sergeant immediately took center stage as the lecturer quietly looked on from the side of the room. He inquired as to "What's going on?"
Everyone then explained their side of the story, about five sides in all, and the lecturer was made to appear as an incompetent bungler. The sergeant was unable to sort it all out, but the shamefaced lecturer stood in the corner with his head hanging in bewildered defeat.
This was supposed to be the time when the pitch was made, when the attendees would be shown the benefits of membership, when they would be invited to join the savants. Well, that didn't happen because the pitch had broken down into some kind of cosmic circus and we were merely whisked off to the sales booths.
There were several such booths, small rooms that resembled the sales offices found in an automobile dealer's emporium. Everyone, either alone or in pairs, went into one of these rooms where every possible piece of physical and psychological information was extracted in a rather precise and lengthy interview.
I believe we all furnished fabricated data, according to our wit, and each of us said that we would seriously think about joining their church.
After I was interviewed, I thought I would penetrate into their sanctuary. Since all the space was accounted for on the ground floor, I walked up the long curved staircase to the second floor where surely something interesting was waiting to be discovered.
But there was nothing upstairs except some large, nicely furnished offices with typewriters and filing cabinets. What a strange church, to have such a grand reception hall, a classroom, several sales booths, some administrative offices, but no sanctuary, no temple or other place of worship.
Ho hum! I was getting tired, so I sat down in the middle of a large couch in the expansive reception area. Members of our group were talking in pairs and threes, and some were still being interviewed. Other members of the public mixed with the staff of the savants.
Then the heavyweights came in. There were three of them and by their energy fields alone, one certainly knew that they had been called and that they had arrived.
The apparent leader, obviously a commander of some sort, had a quick chat with two ladies of the church. One lady pointed at various people as she whispered to him. Then, without any pointing, all their eyes fell on me.
The commander disengaged himself from the ladies and began to move across the entrance hall toward my couch. He was casually dressed in light-colored slacks, loafers and a white polo shirt. As he came forward, a broad smile broke out upon his face as he asked in a gentle voice, "May I help you?" What a nice fellow! His friendly attitude was only marred by the look in his eyes, which was that of cold death.
Here I was, the only person sitting quietly in a church full of chatting people. There was no immediate question of physical confrontation, all of that having been dealt with a long time ago, but I was comforted by knowing that my Japanese teachers had laid some emphasis on defense from a sitting position and I adjusted my posture slightly to allow for any rapid movements should they be required.
His right knee was particularly vulnerable, yet he was not aware of it because all of his efforts were devoted to sensing and projecting energy from a point behind his eyes that was focused on infinity somewhere just above and way, way behind my head.
I have stated that I never saw anyone turn into an animal, but I have also described the overshadowing of people by animal-like images. Well, this gentleman took that description to a higher level. He was the first of the serpents.
Since that time, I have only seen this type of influence in four other people: Two of them were attorneys, one was an undercover police officer, and the last was a Sicilian Don who made a vast fortune in the vegetable market and heaven knows what else; he was my grandfather-in-law.
So here we were face-to-face. We each knew that the other knew that an energetic confrontation was taking place, even if he probably wasn't under the influence of a full dose of LSD operating at full-throttle. If this wasn't the embodiment of the daily drama of Horus versus Set, then it certainly was a reenactment of Asar versus Apep.
I defused the whole scenario by simply saying in a bored and tired voice, "I'm just waiting to go home. My friend is still being interviewed."
He then drifted away to assess other people, but he was not fooled. He knew the whole place was filled with agents from another agency, but he wasn't quite sure who was who.
We purposely stayed on, even with the presence of higher authority in attendance, chatting in small groups until everyone had seen and heard and felt enough. We had not come here in a psychedelic state for any aggressive purpose, but merely to fully investigate the philosophy and the habitat of the savants.
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There was a noticeable result that arose from our visit. As the weeks and months passed by, we would see the savant recruiting teams harassing random pedestrians on the sidewalk in front of our bookstore, but they never again entered The Eye of Horus.
Oh, one individual savant did actually enter. But he had a toothache and he had come to see Frater Shem, DDS, whose offices adjoined the bookstore. Shem fixed his tooth and both sides were happy.
A second individual savant also entered, but he came straight to the Lodge and played aspirant for a while. He was Frater Meadow, who much later became the (solo) key witness regarding the Manson-Solar-OTO myth. "He was sent in as a secret agent," they said.
Well, I guess there was a lot of that going around.

haha, interesting story, my doc on L Ron came about after the scientology up the street form us on hastings street in vancouver BC, started handing out anti-marijuana pamphlets in front of the head shop and adjoining pot tv studios, which i was running at the time! I was like, 'who are these f*ckers!" and then started doing some research, lol. After that, we found blogs were created in mine and my associates names, with all sorts of incriminating evidence!

ERROR - Erratum - MISTAKE - Bad Choice - ERROR

In some post above, I cited C2-T-2 as being the "supreme best" (in my opinion).

Badd Nuwz! This citation, drawn from my feeble day-to-day memory, is incorrect. 2C-T-2 was the stuff that caused nausea and mild (but encouraging) results.

The prima donna substance I meant to glorify is 2C-i, sometimes called "India," and sometimes called "Mescaline" (which it is not).

See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2C-I

It is now illegal in the USA and the UK, so mind your manners and stay out of jail!

I have enjoyed 2CB which I think is closely related.