I want to tell you about my approach to working with
psychedelics, because I think I'm breaking new ground. If you or someone
you know is working along similar lines, get in touch. I want to talk
For now, at least, I'm calling
this approach "phonomancy," meaning "divination via sound." If you're
a recreational user, it likely won't appeal to you. If you're
someone who's dipping your toe in the psychedelic water via microdosing,
or someone who is primarily interested in using psychedelics to treat
trauma, depression, or addiction issues, you might find the practice I'm
going to describe off-putting or even alarming. That's because phonomancy is not therapeutic--it's augmentative. It's a program for
developing supra-normative emotional and spiritual capacities via
psychological hormesis. Some risk, pain, and fear are part of the process. But that's the price of transformation.
It's still inchoate, but this weekend I received a novel and possibly very useful new image of the Goddess. It was She Who is Not There, a three-dimensional hole in the world in the shape of the wife I never found. It inspired an epiphany:
Your "heart" is part of the perceptual apparatus of your consciousness, like your mind. And like your mind, it always has an object of its apprehension.
If, like William H. Macy in "Magnolia," you feel like you have love to give and nowhere to put it, if you're dying inside because you've got no one to love, understand that the pain you're feeling is a sure sign you *do* love Someone, a Transcendental Person who feels the same way about you, only times infinity. Your heart sees Her, even if you cannot.
So I offer you one weird trick to achieve salvation. All you need to do is reframe your suffering to recognize that your longing is proof that She is real, and you will be delivered. Loneliness is a strange attracto…
It's 6:24AM. Last night you conducted a private phonomantic ceremony in your garage. How do you feel right now?
Considering that I only slept for a couple of hours, and that my body is supercharged with energy to the point of restless discomfort, I feel great. And exhausted. And wonderfully hopeful regarding what comes next. Last night was a smashing success.
What were the highlights?
Before I get going with the recap, I need to explain how much I don't want to be writing this. Resistance is like a spongy invisible forcefield through which I must slog in order to get this on "paper." So, my apologies if my prose is a bit fractured or terse.
Last night's ceremony was structured differently than the Shamanic Cabaret. The Cabaret is three rituals in one: a rite of transformation (The StereoMyth), a rite of purification (the Transcendental Disco), and a rite of atonement (The Anne Frank Working).
The StereoMyth is all about embodying masculine, warrior energy. You go…