The First Church of David Bowie, Phonomancer

 Another new video, featuring footage from a ceremony conducted on 27 November 2020. 

 Well, now I'm ready to tell you.

Am I warming up to or procrastinating against my next Ma-assigned project, the video series that will teach people how to train with the Phonomantic Rite. Time will tell. In the meantime, here's my new content, a live reading of an essay I wrote earlier this year.

I know who I am, what I am, and what I intend to do. I'm going to found a religion. One based on personal and communal training with psychedelics. One infused with the energy of Western popular culture. It will develop individuals with remarkable courage, self-control, and creativity. People who have confronted their Shadow, and our collective Shadow, and know that this is a life-long process. People who have learned to access extraordinary energies of apparently Divine origin, absorb them, and then bring them back into everyday life, where they undertake the work of trying to save the world from disaster. Our message: the Holy Ma is returning to historical time. CLEAN YOUR ROOM. Or else it'll be straight to bed with no supper. Which is this case, will look like society reverting back to Stone Age red-in-tooth-and-claw barbarism. We are at a tipping point between Mad Max chaos and Star Trek transcendence. We swear it'll be the latter. We will overcome the inner and outer fo

You don't need me to tell you we're going through some tough times. All of us are being challenged. Tested. Some with relatively minor inconvenience, and some with truly existential terrors--severe illness, losing loved ones, loss of income, partial or total, in a country that--for all its Christian posturing--despises the poor. In some ways, I've been lucky. My aged parents are doing well so far, and my siblings and their families seem well-protected. I don't have a family of my own, so even though my work hours have been reduced, so I don't have to worry about providing for anyone but myself. But I am in the shit, as they say. No two ways about it. A perfect storm of mid-life crisis and isolation has triggered a return of the savage loneliness I'd thought I'd defeated via my work with the substantia and consequent spiritual awakening. It seems I've entered the Dark Night of the Soul. Since the term was first employed in the writings of Catholic mystic

I want to make it clear that the following material has emerged spontaneously from the intensive visionary work I've been doing for the past three years. The ideas and images come in piecemeal; this is my initial attempt to fashion them into a coherent narrative. It's not a self-conscious attempt to update the Gnostic mythos for the 21st century, although it's working out that way. It serves as strong explanatory model for the apocalyptic events currently gaining momentum and suggests a means to avert disaster. The Emanationists (all the various kinds, Gnostics, Hermeticists, Platonists, etc.) described a model of reality that is divided into fractally self-similar levels. It begins with an Ultimate Ground of Being, a No Thing Changeless and Eternal, a Void of Pure Intellect. Intellect requires an object; being all that is (and is not), the Void can only reflect upon Itself. In so doing, it divides into two opposite and complementary halves that, for lack of bett