Not sure what I am more excited about, the new content in the book or the included DVD. Can not wait for this to arrive. When I had interviewed GP-O for soundsect s/he had mentioned this would be coming soon. Had to wait longer than I expected, but it looks like it was well worth the wait.
Thee infamous PSYCHIC BIBLE from Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth receives an updated, expanded, corrected edition,complete with dozens of new visuals and essays. The Feral House edition is handsomely presented in smyth-sewn hardcover with a red ribbon. Thee 544 pages within are printed in two colors on high-quality 60-pound stock on acid-free 100% recycled paper stock.
This signed, numbered limited edition (999 copies only) is also presented with a remarkable DVD of impossible-to-find videos from P-Orridge archives of early Psychic TV and TOPY creations which includes the work of Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson and Derek Jarman. Several of the videos included were seized by Scotland Yard in 1991, and as a result the DVD is provided here are second-generation and are reproduced in this CD for their historical value.
Head over to Feral House to check it out. They also have a fantastic looking book out now on The Process Church (which Gen also mentioned in the soundsect interview).
I was planning on continuing one of the things I had started a few months earlier, Liber Nought: Part 2, but I just don’t have the time tonight to get into it. Hopefully that will show up tomorrow, if I feel so inclined. Four days in and I am already having trouble keeping up with NaBloPoMo lol.
So yeah, you get a small, shitty post tonight. I promise that tomorrow’s will be of more substance. If all goes well it will be Liber Nought: Part 2, if not you can just go and reread Liber Nought: Part 1. I actually have several things in my head to blog about, but haven’t sorted through them yet… I have all of November though so eventually they will land on this page.
So I stupidly (with the spurring of Stewie) signed up for NaBloPoMo. So if all goes well you should see atleast one new post a day from me. I know, what was I thinking? I haven’t updated this blog in like 3 months. Really, I don’t know what I was thinking, but WTF let’s see if I can do it.
So as I was trying to think of what to write about on the first day I figured it might be best to post about what I just did for the last 6 hours: watched the Halloween Ghost Hunters Live special. Yes, 6 hours of watching the TAPS team investigate the Waverly Sanatorium. I think I enjoyed it more this year than last years at The Stanley surprisingly. They still brought on a wrestler as the special guest thanks to the idiocy that is SciFi Channel, but he was definitely a lot better than the jackass wrestler last year. There were some dull moments, usually those that had Kristin and Heather on the screen. These are two of the worst “investigators” ever on the show. Let’s sit on our asses and ask the ghosts to rub our feet. WTF? And seriously… the instant you pull out Dowsing Rods, you lose. That simple. You can not be taken seriously.
They used this event to push the Hunt for the new Hunter contest that has been going on for a while now, and had the three finalists do a quick bit of investigating with some of the team members. Really, all three of the contestants blew. None of them knew wtf they were doing and obviously this contest just drew all of the reality TV type contestants. I would bet money that they also have applied for things like Stan Lee’s piece of shit Superhero show. Mark, the first contestant to go, was completely boring and I honestly have to question if he even had an interest in the paranormal before signing up for this thing. Deanna, the second girl, was ok. She was the best of the bunch, but that isn’t saying much. She atleast seemed to be somewhat into it. Pat, the last guy to go was fucked from the get-go. The two lazy asses (above) that he was teamed up with did nothing but berate him the whole time. He sucked and would have sucked with or without that, but it still was annoying. They were belittling his virgin attempt at EVPs, but yet you are the same dumb bitches who were using two metal sticks to find ghosts only a short time before. Of course, since he still thought he had some chance of winning he let it all slide and said nothing but nice things about them after the fact.
Not all was bad though. There were some interesting events that happened and I will be curious to see how they play out on the follow-up evidence show next week. I am not expecting too much, but you never know. They did get some interesting footage from Waverly last time they were there:
I’m sure I will have some comments on the show once it airs next week. I wanted to talk a bit about Ghost Hunters International, but I’ll save that for another post.
I’ve been reading the book Generation Hex the last few days and it has got me thinking and reminiscing. The book is full of essays from various magicians and occultists talking about how and why they got into the practice and study of magick and where it has led them (up until this point). Also where they think it is going. It is a pretty interesting read, even if the essays are kind of hit or miss.
The last five years or so have been up and down for me as far as my active interest in the occult and more importantly conscious magickal practice. I have never stopped being interested in it, or reflecting on it in my daily life and as a whole, but I have not taken any active steps to do anything. I have strayed away from most discussions on it as well. I am not sure why exactly, but I have. In the last couple of months though there has been something growing in me, my pineal gland has been twitching. I have started hunting down some books that I never got around to purchasing in the last 15+ years, of course a bunch of them are OOP now. I’ve also just had this overwhelming sense of something on the periphery just beyond sight. Certain events and chance meetings have made me reevaluate some of the sites I have run (chaostatic.com) and was in the process of building (Principia-Esoterica.com). Who knows where those two sites will be going.
I have decided to start this series of posts that allow me to trace my steps (as best as I can) to where I am at now. While I hope to make it an interesting read, this is more for me. I have never sat down and truly mapped out this aspect of me.
The Beginnings
I wish I could remember what got me into the occult in the first place. I really can’t remember. It’s always been something that has interested me. I remember really you being into ghost stories and the paranormal. I remember going to little dive theatres in NYC with my father to see stage magician acts. I think all these experiences and interests started me on the path. A lot of my entertainment also pointed me in that direction. All the heavy metal music with their mentions of Crowley, Lovecraftian elements, etc. Films like The Gate and countless other horror films. The idea of being able to bend and shape reality to your wants and desires is not only a wonderful thing to a 10 year old child, but it is also not too far out of the realm of possibilities to someone that age. We are all probably at our most imaginative and purely creative as a child. As we grow older our art and creativity come more from a reflection on our experiences and as answers the world around us, they don’t seem to come from as much an untouched place in our minds that unjaded youth provides.
Growing up in a non-practicing Christian home the obvious place to start looking is towards the perceived opposite: Satanism. Of course the “satanic panic” of the 80′s helped point me in that direction as well. Being only 11 or so, the majority of my time was spent listening to Death Metal, reading books (LaVey, Necronomicon, etc), traipsing around a cemetery at night, and doing some “rituals”. While I remember having fantastic results with some of the evocations, etc that my friends and I were messing around with it really was all fairly half-hearted. I knew what I was doing was working, I saw the results, but I didn’t care about the overall system.
The other day AK and I were in our local PathMark doing our food shopping. We were in the shampoo aisle looking for some curl something or other shampoo for her. Next to the black hair care products they had a few shelves of something I have never seen sold in a regular supermarket before. Magickal lotions and shampoos… yes. Now, Santeria is pretty prevalent where I live due to the extremely large hispanic population and it is quite common to see the religious saint candles and such in the regular supermarkets, but seeing these lotions sold in a big chain supermarket was surprising to say the least. Of course I had to use my camera phone.
They had a lot of different ones there, but the Jinx Killer bottle was designed the best IMO. I might have to buy a bottle for myself next time I go there, just for shits and giggles. These items of course raise the all important question: what happened to just bathing in fish heads? Is that just not effective enough?
I was going to pick up one for AlienRedrum, but they must have run out of Gay-B-Gone lotion.
Sometimes this blog thing is hard. I know some people read it, so I feel obligated to make it more entertaining. I couldn’t think of any good stories from my past to make it funny so I kind of just let it sit for awhile. Now I am just going to try and force myself to write something.
I recently reopened my site chaostatic.com. I had let it sit dormant for a number of years, I had just bored tired of the subject matter I guess. A few things happened over the last couple of months I guess that got me reinterested in putting the site back together and trying to update it. Probably a dumb idea since I have so many projects on my plate right now unfinished. I have been interested in the occult for about the last 16 years or so. I went through quite a few belief systems and schools of thought until I settled on the one I have been “following” for the last 12(?) years. If interested you can visit the link and look at some of my writings on the site to give you a better idea. I don’t feel like rehashing it here… of course most of those texts are around 5 years old, or more, so I am sure it has evolved since then. I need to make a note to myself to revisit them. Hmm, I guess I will try to keep within this topic for the rest of the post.
When I was formulating this paradigm I was around 15 or 16. I was hanging out with one other kid that was interested in the subject and was actually very helpful in building it. None of our other friends really “got it”, but went along with a lot of our ideas because it was fun I guess. My friend Carlos, who we all called Acid for some reason that I have since forgotten (probably had to do with drugs, music, something else or all of the above), lived in an apt. building that was connected to a funeral home that was abandoned. He was renting a room from some young couple who were the supers of the building. This of course gave us full access to the funeral home and we used this as our hangout spot pretty much exclusively. Some real crazy shit went down there and I am sure some of those stories will show up in later entries. This place was great. Scary as fucking hell at times, but great nonetheless. There was one large room where I am assuming the viewings used to be held, off of that there were 3 other rooms in varying sizes. Probably offices… maybe a coffin showroom or two, I don’t really know. The creepy part came down stairs. There were these 3 rooms downstairs. One was obviously where they stored and worked on the bodies. That room always gave us the heeby jeebies. It was always ice cold and just made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. There were these chains that hang from the ceiling with hooks on them and when we were daring (read as – fucked up enough) we would go down there and swing around on them.
There was another room off of the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. I never could figure out what exactly that room was for. It was carpeted so I figure they didn’t do any work in that room. Maybe make-up and the like. This room was the creepiest by far. Even though it was at the same level as the hallway, which was also carpeted, the floor was always sopping wet. You would walk and the water (or blood depending on the hallucinogenic you were on at the time) would just gurgle and ooze everytime you took a step. You would walk back into the hallway and it would be dry even though the rug seemed like one piece. Very odd. Oh yeah. There was no electricity in the building so you had to go everywhere by candlelight or flashlight, especially in the basement since there were no windows down there. In this room there were some weird cubicle like closets that just had a ton of crap in them. I wish I could remember some of the things it had in it. They were just weird things that you wouldn’t expect in that setting like dolls and shit. There was another room off of that room that was locked. I don’t think we were ever able to get in there.
Now this place is a hispanic church. Everytime I drive past it and see people doing mass or whatever I always laugh and wonder what the hell they would think if they knew some of the crazy debauchery that used to happen in there.
I also haven’t talked to Acid in quite a number of years. I honestly don’t even know where he is living now. Before I could keep tabs on him since he was dating a friend of my girlfriend’s. It’s a shame, he was extremely important in forming my belief system and we had such great times. Every now and then I hope that I will run into him, but at the same time I really don’t want to. I don’t remember exactly what made us drift apart… maybe nothing. Probably just time. I also know from experience that you “can’t go home again”.
So as I was trying to think of what to write about on the first day I figured it might be best to post about what I just did for the last 6 hours: watched the Halloween Ghost Hunters Live special. Yes, 6 hours of watching the TAPS team investigate the Waverly Sanatorium. I think I enjoyed it more this year than last years at The Stanley surprisingly. They still brought on a wrestler as the special guest thanks to the idiocy that is SciFi Channel, but he was definitely a lot better than the jackass wrestler last year. There were some dull moments, usually those that had Kristin and Heather on the screen. These are two of the worst “investigators” ever on the show. Let’s sit on our asses and ask the ghosts to rub our feet. WTF? And seriously… the instant you pull out Dowsing Rods, you lose. That simple. You can not be taken seriously.
