The First Church of David Bowie, Phonomancer

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...

Incarnating the Goddess can be a relatively simple procedure. Alter your consciousness. Put on powerful music played at high volume. Concentrate. Feel . That's all there is to it, really. In the video below, the grandeur of Strauss' theme is moving enough, but coupled with the image of Kwan Yin emerging from the pleroma of white light, it's an overwhelmingly emotional experience. Intense emotion is what yields the visionary apprehension of the Divine called "gnosis." Emotion is Spirit. It is a frequency of Her infinite energy. What you'll see in this video is me tapping into that, just for a moment. It pretty much fries my circuits...but what matters is that it supercharges my psyche. Remnants of that energy remain when the peak experience is over. That energy will nourish you when you're back in the "real" world, no matter how grim your circumstances are. I'm posting this because I want you to know that this kind of miracle--a...

I make a lot of allusions to "what I've been going through," but unless you're one of the seven or eight people who've read the book I wrote about it , you have no idea what I'm talking about. Here's a post I cobbled together based on a question I answered in another forum. It explains why my experience of archetypal activation is both the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. When it first started, I was not inexperienced with psychedelics. I'd used LSD a few times, ecstasy a couple times, mushrooms maybe ten times, and ayahuasca thirty-four times. But on one particular night in late May 2017 I stumbled across a way of entering into a really heightened emotional state listening to a particular song while in an altered state of consciousness. It caused an at-that-point-for-me novel experience of energy waves flooding my body, intense images of concentration camps (due to the song), and a spontaneous ritual action of holding ...

The (very rare) occasions when someone is honestly interested in what I'm up to provide an invaluable opportunity for me to articulate my thoughts. As they say, you don't understand anything until you can explain it to someone else. That ability improves with practice. From Reddit: "I am curious about this heightened sense of emotionality. In my practice I normally see emotion as the response of the body and tend to disregard it. Is there any filter you use towards emotions? Any meditation techniques (sans substance , well except for maybe wine or cannabis) you would recommend to someone who tends to highly value serenity over emotional experience? I think balance is important, and I think you may have some insights that would help me out." In response I wrote, To gain skill in accessing and skillfully wielding emotion, sing along to your favorite songs. Every recorded pop and rock song has been carefully engineered to created a certain kind of emo...