LITTLE BOXES

      This started off as a comment in a thread at the Kitchen Sync / SyncBookPress facebook page; but as it grew embarassingly and exponentially large I thought that I had better convert it to a blog post; and go with a link on f.b. The inspiration for this diatribe came from an impetus imparted via a satirical comic strip, which compared and contrasted the summarised viewpoints of George Orwell and Aldous Huxley in a way that highlighted their contrary world views and the odd situation whereby these conjugates are both correct. 

    

  The Story of Infinite Distraction

      Story is fundamental to how we 'Bootstrap' ourselves through the corridors of Time and Space (Sturm und Drang - Pressure and Storm) initialising the Kernel of Konsciousness. The 'World View' we subscribe to; or even consider, for that matter; is,after all is said and done, a Story.

      For the purposes of this story, consider a 'Black Box' technological analogue as an abstraction or translation of 'Story'. As long as for a given set of Inputs; the 'Story' or even Template or Archetype that constitutes the 'Black Box' produces the correct 'Outputs' - i.e., a logically coherent, syntactically correct and grammatically valid Theory. Which should contain or produce the necessary equations and methods for the realisation of the inherent 'Technology'. Allowing for the continuation of the mutual - story and human - exploitation and satisfaction; via infinite distraction, iterated recursively. 

      A 'World View' - o.k I'm desperate to use the term 'Weltanschauung'. But apparently my careless use of 'sturm und drang' in what was always a bit of a stretch in the opening paragraph; means I have used my quota of allowed foreign language terms, which can be used in an attempt to bolster intellectual credibility. But the Penalty for Pretension it incurs means Ixnay on the eltanschauungWay for now - 'Black Box' will have a minimum of |4| valis (typo: this should read valid, but I'm leaving it in as a P.K.D homage ) solutions - versions/classes of the Stories - and the maximum number of solutions will approach Infinity as an instance of the exponential function. This upper bound seems only limited by Imagination and Human Credulity - which appears to be effectively limitless.

           ### Ed. note :- O.K., I just made up that bit about four valid solutions, but I'm sure and certain it is Ecstatically True.  If necessary, I propose to couch my proof of rigour in just enough mumbo jumbo about j= sq. rt. -1 with illustrations of complex numbers and polar phasor diagrams to be able to rely on Bullshit Baffling Brains as soon as maths is mentioned let alone performed. This should stifle any nascent theoretical nit pickers ( relativists in the main ), at least until the end of the story.   ###

The Ontological Gist

       

      The 'Gist' of my story is that the abstraction or mental transform of the Black Box Analogue is a demonstration of the Ontological Basis which explains 'Why' the History, Myth and World View of Western Civilisation lend themselves so thoroughly and convincingly to a 'Conspiracist' World View and Interpretations.
      Which brings us to Orwell and Huxley. As a Tribal Beastie myself, I feel obliged to declare a Huxley bias - Even though my T-Shirt says "Illuminati 'r' Us" I'm still being manipulated. ;-) by experts.
      In the satirical comic strip; as in reality; it seems that both Huxley and Orwell have created valid, working 'Black Boxes'. The strip does a great job of making that plain for all to see, in a value free, non judgemental manner. This is where your Psychedelic Experience experience skill set will shine forth productively at long last. Justifying the almost slavish devotion to the fairly arcane science of 'Tripping' ; as a hobby in the long gone days of yore and youth. Use the 'Cognitive Dissonance Dissipation App to minimise any  response from your contradiction/continuity immune system. Because, Tribal Beasties that we are this is traditionally where we tend to 'pick and stick' or be recruited/selected by, one team or the other. Whereupon we swear fierce, bloodoaths of fealty; and swear to prepare to mutilate, maim or kill those 'Other Guys'; post haste. Which is a bit of a shame really. It's just a wee bit of 'Cognitive Dissonance'. Go with the Flow for a change. And remember, the 'Black Box'  is always on, "Always Record".

I Myth Jesus - whether he was, or whether he wasn't...(is)real

 

 

 

Your gonna Myth me, when I'm gone.

 

 

 

    'Mythical' charachters and stories are the collection and display of our understanding and realisation of the universality of certain individual experiences and the interplay and exchange of Identity: Personal, Collective and Archetypal which the mythological technique allows us to indulge in imaginatively.

     It makes it possible, though not certain, to learn from the experience of others; and allows access to the shoulders of the giants who preceded us. To ask, but is it true? is to miss the bus whilst reading the timetable to an extent. Not factually true in linear terms; but complete and instinctual truth as exemplified by the form which emerges from the chaos, and is experienced by your human being, as opposed to your ego or personal experience. That's one of the problems of using mythical realism; whilst heightening some dramatic and emotional aspects of storytelling, it also tends to lead us into being hung up on the veracity or otherwise of the tale.

      "A Million Little Pieces" - by James Frey is a classic example. Frey had a very interesting life to start with and he mythologised his life story into a powerful tale of rehabilitation; of his body, mind and spirit - as a proxy for the reader - after the bottom out encounter he had with drugs and modern western society. The mythological aspects of the tale were very powerful and allowed the reader to identify and learn with and from a 23 year old drug addict, they would have no time for in real life.
      It was an Oprah book club selection and was experiencing a huge response, both emotionally and in terms of unit-shifting; and then it was exposed that minor factual details were not correct, and Freys response was like d'uh, its a book, a story, I changed the facts to suit the story. (thwack! - sound of trap door closing). "But you called it a memoir!!" I was bewildered by the levels of anger and vitriol on display amongst Oprahs Audience members, this book went from being a very significant spiritual teaching, to a worthless story, instantly. He should of called it a 'Mythological Memoir.' I guess my basic point is that it was precisely these universal mythological aspects of the story which allowed me to connect with it and the character of james, so powerfully in the first place. And that the same is true for the story of jesus, as one among many culture heroes and their narrative framework.
      I believe we are all hung up on truth, because of the intensive programming from Mum and Nana that good boys and girls always tell the truth. Their pre-emptive shot across the bows of teenagerhood; hoping that an automatic truth response will prevent full engagement with the debauched initiations of youth which generally signal the end of the until now truthful parent-child communications; rears its ugly head. Furthermore, that because of this overidentification with truth and righteousness and goodness, we are biased against story based, or mythical, truth. Our obsession with factual truth, and our need for superheroes who are better than us; blind us to the goodness of lies, and the need for imaginative and creative truths, along with the factual kind. And rob us of our once finely honed ability to find and share wisdom and joy among tales of our mythologised selves.  Our deeply nuanced skills of narrative interpretation have suffered from the technological revolution.  Where it was once encumbent on each of us to be able to tell a good and appropriate story, for the entertainment of all -  and depending on the level of skill, the edification of the few -  the outsourcing of these tasks to the hands of the technical wizards and the political agendas of their corporate overlords has seen us descend to zombie like consumers. Robbing us of our ability to winnow the esoteric meaning from a story about chaff and wheat, so to speak. Getting so hung up on whether Jesus was a real man; that we forget to become Christ ourselves. Which is surely a tragedy.

I Believe in... The Buzzcocks

 

on the nature of Belief... and sex and drugs and rock n roll,

  

      I was born in Australia in 1965 and raised in a typically working class irish Roman Catholic environment. they did a good job on me, making a true believer of me even though (maybe because?) their materiel was obviously gobbledgook, even to my infant self. It didn't matter. It took a lot of hard work and good drugs to undo the handiwork of my environment, ably assisted by the magical workings of Franciscan Friars followed by the rigid discplinarianism of the Christian Brothers. Our family just spontaneously stopped attending mass. I had been to mass, every Sunday of my life, and one week when i was fifteen we just didn't go. No one mentioned it at the time, we probably didn't want to put the jinx on what we considered genuine good news. But even I found it passing strange that silence continued for decades between my parents and their offspring. There was shallow acknowledgement amongst myself and my siblings of the new world order, it seemed we were all essentially left to our own devices to process what the new state of affairs meant as far as our self identity was concerned. The whole world was changeing, it was 1980, the innocence of the 60's, and my spectacularly idyllic childhood of the 70's were done. The world as i had known it was about to be rent asunder by the siren call of Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll.

 

    I think the fall from the garden can be looked at as a psychological allegory for the process children go through en route from their initial state of wholeness and grace, (adam AND eve) to the fully self conscious, gender appropriate, fig leaf wearing egoic selves; rock bottom.  The myth of the hero/fool's journey and mystical techniques; both now available, thanks to the miraculous process that is the internet, with more varieties and flavours than Heinz; provide a map and a horse, that other wise people have found both solace and joy in, as a means of understanding and taking what joy may come from the journey we must make all by ourselves. Hopefully managing to escape from the prison we can become trapped in where we fully identify with the ego identity our consciousness unit constructed to facilitate our journey Home; through the gate of death, to the conscious reckoning, the reckoning of consciousness, that will finally bar all self deception and allow us to see and understand our true progress on that journey back to pure consciousness. Will there be implications? dependent on whether we have travelled the tao, (a tao, a way) back to origin points wholeness and grace. Who knows? But the accumulated wisdom of humankind; an ongoing intergenerational effort resulting in a shadow being who truly knows the hearts of men; has found that to choose a way, has been conducive to harmonious relations with ourselves and others.                                                                    Shamans, and others selected and trained specfically to venture to realms of the spectrum of reality which lie beyond the ken of our fivefold interpretation of that spectrum, all agree in their own way that story and symbol are the tools par excellence for leading a suitably primed candidate towards choosing to have direct experience of the Organic Light, a knowing that allows no doubt about the existence of god like archetypal energies and forces. Though, the one true creator God, is conspicous only by his total absence. He becomes superfluous almost. And one may always choose to go 'beyond', or even 'beyond the beyond', if they have maxed out on hierarchies of light, but i digress.
     I sometimes think, that like ego, belief is best used as a tool. For  short term use  of specific purpose. Gather the experiences as data, put the tools away, with the pocket calculator. Consult and allow the sub conscious to do its thing processing your experiences. Try to learn the language, in which it whispers its secrets and listen and attempt to reconcile the accounts that it brings through symbol and story, both internal and external, and integrate them back to a new state wholeness and grace. Sounds simple. Consciousness has no permanent boundaries. Temporary vessels and factors of constraint freely chosen, as much as that is an actual thing. it seems like free will, but maybe illusory. maybe.

 

Soular Radiation and the SecretSun

 

Route Forming Signal Recieved -  Tao Crossed, Destiny Dotted, Saturnian Contract Under Review...

     

      La Place, Fourier and Knowles 

     The Laplace transform is related to the Fourier transform, but whereas the Fourier transform expresses a function or signal as a series of modes of vibration (frequencies), the Laplace transform resolves a function into its moments.
    
      Christopher Loring Knowles, via his blog "theSecretSun", has inducted many people into a way (Tao) of understanding the signals recieved and transformed by our brainboxes. To look at pop culture and everything else through a mythical lens. Like James Joyce, for postmodern kids. By teaching the language of the birds, through a readily accessible medium of comics and films, and daring us to extend that technique to the whole signal spectrum of 3 space + 1 time dimensions, he has opened our eyes and ears to a richer, fuller understanding of life, the universe and everything.
     I am a 47 year old man, who is very grateful for having been exposed to, and taught in the subtlest possible way; The Knowles Transform. Chris, you have allowed me to reconsider my beliefs, reexamine my relationship to the gods and culture heroes I thought I was too smart to need any more, and come to a much deeper understanding of psychological archetypes and their import for me vis a vis self knowledge. Now looky there, Knowle(s)dge.
     More importantly, Chris attracted a vibrant community of commenters; where all were welcome to learn, share and teach. He managed to transfer this community to a facebook group, and maintain a troll free atmosphere with a great vibe. Well done that man!
     All good things come to an end; and transform into other good things. So i would like to take this oppurtunity to say "Vale Secret Sun".
      
       The Secret Sun King is Dead, long live the Secret Sun King.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

     Fear not, secretsun worshippers. The Knowles Transform tells us that as surely as night follows day; that resurrection follows death, which is not to be feared but embraced.


      Whatever happened to Leo Trotsky?

 
 

 

 

that was not a helicopter!

One night a couple of years ago a friend and i, had a ufo encounter. i will declare up front that we had consumed about 5 grams each of psylocibin truffles, which were briefly available at the time, under the label "philosophers stone". it was a fairly mild dose, and extremely clean. there were no hallucinatory effects, but reality was certainly heightened in that magnificent way, and i had the feeling of being allowed to return to the garden, from which i had been previously expelled.

                                                             The Philosophers Stone
So we were sitting in his backyard, taking in the delights of nature on a summer evening. We were watching the night sky and the stars were as vivid as i have ever seen them. One physical effect I will allow was probably caused by the truffles pupil dilating effects, was that any light source was intensified, but not modified. Anyway, I was watching a star group about a third of the way up from the horizon, when my eye was drawn to a particular star; as i concentrated on the star, it pulsed. "Hey Brian, check this out." Now it was really pulsing. wtf. As we both started to watch this pulsar it lights up and literally starts falling from the sky, towards us. Just this one star. Its now travelling towards us from deep outerspace. Closer, closer, eventually its in the atmosphere and its this big fireball. Slowly but surely this fireball is falling , falling straight towards us. its not totally unlike a meteor, but it took minutes to get so close, i was starting to worry it was going to land on our house. This thing was literally on top of us, a large yellow, flaming fireball. the closer it got, the weirder things got.

 My friend and I, have slightly different recall of the order and duration of events. He was banging on the upstairs verandah floor with his walking stick, to try and get the attention of his brother and his girlfriend who were upstairs, to no avail. The fireball was now directly overhead, and spluttered out, as it passed over. The back yard was lit up like a camera flash had gone off. i mean really lit up, brighter than day. but only our backyard, literally along the fence line. Then the light went off, and there is a really large helicopter circling overhead. we can see what appears to be military personnell in the back of the choppers open doors. Our instant reaction was " no fucking way! that was not a helicopter!". and then it was over, reality tick tock'n away like nothing ever happened. Yeah right.

 As a post script, a couple of months later I was telling a mutual friend the story. Until I posted about this recently at secretsun fb, he was the only person I had told. I started telling him about the fireball, and he says "yeah. fireball. turns into a black helicopter. yeah we saw that one night down on the beach at brighton." like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was not the same night. He said that he and a couple of friends were down at the beach, 'vocalising', which is a type of chanting, in a made up (?) language when a very similar series of events unfolded.

 Being open to, if not actually making a conscious attempt at, contact; seems to be , if not a prerequisite, a very common attribute of these contact(?) events. Also, it seems that the experience is much likelier to, reoccurr, having been previously experienced. So people telling a tale such as this, are very likely to have other tales of high strange adventure.  The consumption of psychedelic substances also seems to be an extremely common factor. Though it is one that is normally downplayed or left out, because as soon as you mention that fact, the entire event is put down to the ramblings of a drug addled mind. I think this is a ridiculous, if understandable, response. I think the opposite. In fact, I find it adds to the veracity of the tale; and is a prime reason why there should be serious investigation of the phenomena instead of running scared from an admittedly scary experience. Of course, that would entail recognition that some phenomena do not lend themselves to 'the scientific method'. They are not repeatable, nor suitable for double blind blah blah materialist methodologies. In the eyes of materialist skepdicks, this means that they are not real, did not happen. Which is fine, until it happens to you.

As a life long experiencer of high weirdness, both with and without chemical assisstance, I learnt very quickly not to talk about my experiences.The penalty for breaching this rule was ridicule, and the general implication that Dan is not a bad guy, but he's batshit crazy. Play the game, pretend it didn't happen and all is forgiven; otherwise its off to Coventry you go. This makes for a nasty mixture of self doubt and loneliness. Is there anyone out there like me. Thank the gods for the internet. The world has changed almost completely in my 47 laps around our old friend Sol, and the situation with regards sharing your experiences is much improved. But even now, and in a friendly forum it takes real courage to recount the events. Even having made the decision to create this blog and recall the events, I find myself vaccilating between relief and self recrimination. But wtf, there is only one way to find out, as they say.
I was inspired to tell this story by listening to Jordan Maxwell recount an amazing tale from his youth. Kudos to Mike Clelland of 'Hidden Experience' blog, who provided the link. http://hiddenexperience.blogspot.com.au/ , thanks Mike, thanks Jordan for being brave enough to own the experience and to share it.

the lizardman made me do it.. making sense of our weirdest encounters

      I like to talk about my psychedelic experiences. I find that by trying to talk about them with others, especially people who have not had the experience, I am very aware of not sounding totally deranged; and the effort this entails seems to help me convince myself. By contextualising it for wider consumption, it seems to allow me to gain deeper insight into the possible meaning of the experiences themselves; and to integrate these lessons into my weltanschauung.
      The method I favour is to establish myself as a credible person over quite a long period of time; and then casually slip into the conversation something along the lines of,' Have you ever had an out of body experience?'; I can then launch into the tale of my experiences out of the body, and decide on a case by case basis whether or not to mention the ingestion of lsd as the catalyst. I am constantly amazed at the positive responses I recieve from people when I let them in on my deepest darkest secrets. People are hungry for information from psychonauts, they are sick of the taboo on sharing these experiences. This blog seeks to redress this situation.
       For the moment, I think I will focus on the content and narrative structure of the experiences themselves, and leave the actual nuts and bolts of what was taken and how for possible investigation at a later point in time. So, as usual, kudos to Chris Knowles at the secretsun, the impetus for this post comes from a comment in a thread at his facebook page.

      As I blow the last vestiges of smoke from my lungs, I lean back and surrender to the process.Whoa! this is serious, I am being fairly rapidly transported through the familiar sequence of neon geometry coalescing into the chrysanthenum shape, which seems to mark a doorway or portal to the landscapes the chemistry of my brain is unlocking, I am in the stained glass dome of the cathedral where I have been, previously. My expectation of physical bliss and a light show is soon forgotten as I am shot out of this space, more portal type imagery, and find myself on another planet, I am in the presence of others, and I seem to be underground. Getting my bearings, I realise that I am in a mine. That praying mantis creature over there is mining 'spice', the same spice i used to get here, and that very martial looking lizardman is guarding him, or the 'spice' which is universally valuable. We all get over the shock of being aware of each others appearance. Even though we are aware of the conscious presence of each other, accompanied by visual data, it is like remote viewing in a sense, there is no concern of physical interaction. From what I gather, the lizardman is about as low on the totem pole as it is possible to be in a vast colonial empire of warrior merchants. In my only other encounter with a 'reptilian', he was resplendent in a gleaming light body, these guys are more flesh and blood, boots and leather. The praying mantis on the other hand is just that; he stands on hind legs, similar in size to the lizardman. From the lizards perspective, the mantis is a slave, useful for the ability to locate and process the 'spice', the sole reason for their presence on this denuded rock at the arse end of the universe. But the mantis seems to take a bigger picture view of things, and allows the current situation to exist as it suits his secretive purpose.

    
 At this point in time, I am pretty well able to bi-locate from the spice mine to my lounge room by opening and closing my eyes. I get up and change the music, which along with the itunes images is really bizarre and definitely in some kind of feedback loop with the consciousness of my friend, who is totally passed out, and I. I sit down, have another pipe and close my eyes. I am right back at the spice mine, where the lizardman seems amused with me, I am rather abruptly transported to the void. I become aware of another, obviously senior lizardman. We are not at the mine, although I know that he is the big lizardman there. We are in the void. The lizardman is performing a set of martial arts moves, with a two handed curved sword\blade. And he is putting on a bit of a show. Then he starts communicating to me how he is from a superior race, with a culture stretching back millions of years. That we are created by them, to generate the cerebro spinal fluid which contains their consciously created reality. This is quite a chunk to take in, and i get to thinking, what is so scary that these guys need to hide from it in there. At which point the sword starts to communicate with me. The edge of the blade of the lizardmans sword is decorated(?) with a precious metal, which glows blue and is intelligent. It explains that it is the real intelligence and the cultural driver behind the reptilian civilisation. It is magnificent to behold. Meanwhile back in the void, the chief lizardman has finished his exercises, and aware of the fact that I have been communicated to by the metal, is keen to demonstrate his prowess, and the union of sword and soldier that will occur when he draws that sword. As he draws the sword I realise that if he draws it, he must kill with it before he can sheath it. I let him know that a demonstration is definitely out of the question, I thought I could not be responsible for a death of a being just for my titillation. This caused him to scoff at me for being such a pussy; and the experience was pretty well over instantaneously. I will admit to regret over my intervention, I think that I may well have squibbed on the oppurtunity to learn a deep lesson about myself because of a persona mask I choose to identify with in the here and now. And so it goes.   
      Until today, I hadn't given this experience a whole lot of thought. It was by no means a typical experience for that point in time. It had elements of the more regular experience, but seemed to launch into different territory. Without getting too bogged down in technical details, the form of 'spice' we were using is virtually impossible to determine dose and purity, a real case of suck it and see. Today, when I mentioned it on facebook, it seemed to be fairly obvious that the lizardmen were representational of my left brain, linear, rational side; whilst the hive minded mantis represented the right brain, chaotic, intuitive side. According to google:
"An appearance from the mantis is a message to be still, go within, meditate, get quite and reach a place of calm. It may also a sign for you to be more mindful of the choices you are making and confirm that these choices are congruent. "
        Which does make sense. This experience happened about five years ago, and i have been hit with the meditation instruction fairly consistently over that time as well as a 'stop smoking' instruction. Both of which I have failed to make a serious concerted effort to comply with. I think you could be forgiven for interpreting the story as a meta narrative for what i was trying to achieve with the entheogen. I was using my left brained cultural imperialist, as a means to violently force the right brained keeper of the secrets to give up the prize I had failed to earn. That this sort of behaviour could have unforeseen consequences in my life and that I should proceed with caution. That is the interpretation that jumped out at me today. It is never just one thing, and is always relative to the perspective it is viewed from.
.      Google had this to say with respect to the lizards:
"If you are in contact with reptile animal totems on any kind, tune into the message they are trying to convey to you. Very often, the message reveals hints about dealing with difficult situations (adaptation) – and doing so wisely, while still maintaining integrity. Also, the message might also relate to a matter of independence – a reminder to not be a slave to your external conditions – and realizing that internal changes will truly set you free. " Fair enough.
      A C.G.Jung quote was put up in response to the summarised version of the story, which was particularly apt I thought.  "The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort. To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real. This act is the essential condition for any kind of self-knowledge."

"If you imagine someone who is brave enough to withdraw all his projections, then you get an individual who is conscious of a pretty thick shadow. Such a man has saddled himself with new problems and conflicts. He has become a serious problem to himself, as he is now unable to say that they do this or that, they are wrong, and they must be fought against. He lives in the "House of the Gathering." Such a man knows that whatever is wrong in the world is in himself, and if he only learns to deal with his own shadow he has done something real for the world. He has succeeded in shouldering at least an infinitesimal part of the gigantic, unsolved social problems of our day."

"Taking it in its deepest sense, the shadow is the invisible saurian tail that man still drags behind him. Carefully amputated, it becomes the healing serpent of the mysteries." Enough said.

astro-gnostic musings on a secret sun

I have just written an extremely long comment on the 'secret sun' blogspot and i have decided to post it here. Who knows? (apart from the shadow-cause he ain't talking) it might lead to movement at the station.

I would like to respond to some of the comments from part 2.hope that isn't regarded as off topic

About twelve months ago, I read an article by Jay Weidner in 'New Dawn' in which he laid out his kubrick/moon landing thesis, with particular emphasis on the technical methods Kubrick employed/invented to achieve the desired effects. The article details the tell tale signs the methods left, allowing Weidner ( as well as Hoagland and others ) to reverse engineer the photos and underpin the thesis that the photos were created on earth, whilst acknowledging that man may well have been to the moon. Making the photos, and their source the focus, rather than NASA , Nazis and the NWO.

The next night on television (sbs australia), I stumbled across the French made mockumentary 'The Dark Side of the Moon' which I knew nothing about at the time.

At face value it would appear to be a dislcosure type documentary, confirming virtually all the aspects of Jays thesis, and told from the perspective of the conspirators themselves in their own words. The cast consisting of heavy hitters like Henry Kissinger, little Donny Rumsfeld, Alexander Haig et al being interviewed about, and spilling all the details of the operation to have Stanley Kubrick produce film and photos of a moon landing, from a terrestrial studio, which could be used to dupe John Q Public. Kubricks widow and assisstants also appear, lending further credibility to movie. Which is mind bogglingly, jaw droppingly credible ( is this really happening, am I dreaming)until the end credits roll and we are let in on the joke via bloopers and footage showing the cast rehearsing and reading from and joking about the script. An elaborate joke at the expense of the 'lunatic fringe'. I was gutted. I looked around to make sure no one had seen that I had been so thoroughly taken in. After the movie was referenced in the comments section, I found a copy in google video. Unfortunately it seems to be only the first half of the film, although it includes the all important end credit sequence.http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=2304895215368202642&hl=en&fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash

I can't recommend this enough to secret sunworshippers. Not just for what it means re weidner et als theorys. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0344160/ gives a full list of the power players involved as well as the Kubrick camp insiders. These two groups seem to overlap considerably. The makers of the documentary, or their producers, were able to access some of the most powerful men on earth, convince them to go along with an elaborate multi level joke; because they are so well known as jolly japesters. Front man for the NWO/Illuminati Corp is just their day job. They really do display considerable acting chops, which probably should not come as any great surprise.

Which leads me to see incredible parallels between the Weidner hypothesis and what can be reasonably inferred from the mockumentary and its cast. Self referential movies telling stories symbolically; now its a matter of discerning just what story is being symbolically told, by whom and to what end. Could the symbolic story actually be a meta-story version of the 'face value' narrative ? I would also like to hear from jay re 'Dark Side of the Moon', which was made in 2002. Could it have been a preemptive strike to discredit the thesis before it became more widely disseminated ? Whatever, but whoever made it had unprecedented access to the power elite; pisstake or not. Is it too late for a spoiler alert.

Raj when you mention “... manipulate the building blocks on which perception is based..” I think you are hitting the nail square on the head. (no masonic pun intended).

I agree with your thoughts re kubricks 'bone picking agenda', but I also think that the masters of the universe enjoy and encourage the resistance of their 'chosen tool'; it keeps the psychological turmoil alive through self conflict. Allowing one access to ones dreams,if only you are prepared to 'do a little favour'. Quid pro quo, in a manner of speaking.

The 'psychedelic experience', is always a subject fraught with difficulty; probably due to the personal and subjective nature of the experience.( we all think we own and understand it uniquely). But I always think its worth trying to define what we mean in an attempt to clarify. I feel there are two distinct types of , or expressions of 'tripping' ( which I believe are easily and often confused when talking about the experience; but never when having it). Those where the ego structure remains intact, and those where the trippers ego structure is dissolved/shattered; the so called 'ego death'. Where the experiencer ceases to be; and if they are lucky ( notwithstanding the lottery like nature of 'set', 'setting', 'dose' and 'purity') become aware of everything, all at once, a cosmic consciousness encounter. I am very interested in the notion that when using the psychedelic substances to facilitate the 'ego death'; they act as a catalyst to trigger a mechanism in our brains which leads to a classic 'mystical experience', 'kundalini activation' etc. which is endogenous in nature. See William James variety of religious experience. The fact that such similar experiences can be derived from such different first principles,i.e. Near death exp , out of body experience, fever/dream/hallucination, religious experience, dare I say it 'abduction experience; it is easy to fall into a bias towards whichever form of the experience we may have been priveleged to ( I was going to say 'experience' but if I use that word one more time in this paragraph my computer will explode).

Anony 12:49 whilst I suspect that we are talking about two different categories of psychedelic experience, I think you nailed it with regards the ' shitty nature meme'. Quite a few references to shitty times recently and whilst I concur , I would like to clarify. We are talking about society, culture, civilisation; not the mystery that is life. The fact that life can be hard,boring etc. in no way detracts from the experience of the opposite (upside) attitudes emotions feelings etc. in fact they add necessary contrast to allow full appreciation. Your last paragraph is very interesting , along with the expression of personal psychedelic experiences , it is somewhat of a taboo subject. Sticking to the open minded skepticism which has served so well; if we are going to entertain the notion of a corrupt and evil elite ( not exactly a new concept, “...wickedness in high places...” and some gnostic themes); then surely we must at least consider that 'they' could be the good guys (bhoddisattvas?); guiding us through a life experience. The secrecy being necessary in order to protect us from knowing ( gnoing), before we have been adequately prepared (initiated?.. I knew there was a point to this rave that would tie back to a secretsun theme) ; and the exact analogy applies to using drugs to facilitate (force) a mystical/cosmic experience , which can be extremely dangerous. Knowledge

without initiation resulting in a premature gnosis ; making it difficult to live the life we have come all this way to do, in an authentic manner. As always when discussing entheogens, a warning and disclaimer is necessary. I would like to share a couplet from a song lyric I wrote 25 years ago whilst trying to process my own self initiated (premature) gnosis.

• i've been where the giraffe sleeps, and i'll go there again,
  i don't recall how I got here, but i remember when.
  i went swimming in the mirror, i swam way too fast.,
  now its not safe inside my head, its full of broken glass.

{p.s. Alan green – check it out ; a fucking giraffe dude}

Sorry to rave on ( and on & on),but it is such a pleasure to participate in , or just partake of,

the erudite comment section of the secret sun . Where a diversity of opinion and experience can be put forward in a supportive and non hostile environment . I have remarked here previously, when discussing 'psych(o)delic experiences' that the secretsun (ss) gives me/us Access to the multi dimensional entity that is the realm of the subconscious mind without the inherent dangers of drug use. A much safer route( way, tao) to informed gnosis.

Cheers to Chris Knowles, his blog, and its commenters – who rarely fail to educate and prepare me. Regards,

dboy

p.s.- I have always found your posts on Initiation to be entertaining and enlightening ( a rare combination unfortunately), and I would love to see you revisit the topic with your less frequent but

in depth reviews of some of the secret suns dominant themes. I think that the extra time between posts seems to allow the comments to get in depth and develop, I like that. I have been alleviating my secretsun jones at facebook, but I prefer this format completely. I guess I am officially old.