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On The Music Box: OOOOOMMMMMMMMMM………
Kinda a fun end to the week…
On The Menu:
Artwork: Gwyllm
Links: Musical (give ’em a try!)
Links: Regular ones as well!
Article: LSD, Dogs and Me – by Robert Anton Wilson
Poetry:Poems dedicated to Salvia Divinorum by Laura Pendell
Enjoy!
(Magma-Gwyllm Llwydd)

Music Links:
America Is Waiting…
Praxis
Bill Nelson… David Sylvian
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Link Links:
Homeland Security Porn Police
Red State, Meet Police State
Daley wants security cameras at bars
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LSD, Dogs and Me
by Robert Anton Wilson
[writen for a Swiss magazine, on the 60th anniversary of Dr Hoffman’s discovery of LSD.]
Greetings to Dr. Albert Hoffman on the 60th birthday of his “problem child!” And greetings to the Free World in general from the occupied U.S.A.! Two major factors have rendered me incapable of believing in the dominant mechanistic-materialist model of mind and the universe: [1] dogs, all of my life, and [2] LSD, since 1962.
About dogs I will write elsewhere; here I will say only that no matter how much mechanistic biology I read, no dog who ever lived as a guest in my house ever seemed like a machine to me. They all seemed like four-legged people.
Every LSD voyager has his or her own unique reports to offer; here I offer only my own recollections of my own experiences, expressed in my own favorite metaphors.
After my first LSD voyage, dogs not only seemed even less like machines than before, but so did bugs and trees and birds and the starry sky itself. After my 100th trip, even I seemed less like a machine.
I have not embraced pantheism or even panpsychism as a philosophy; rather, I have given up on philosophies entirely. I live amid wonders, which I file under the law of general semantics which states that no map can ever show “all” the territory. In fact, I think we should ban the word “all” from ordinary speech and restrict it solely to pure mathematics.
Let me explain that a bit. Consider any large city you know well — Zurich, Berlin, Amsterdam, Los Angeles, whatever. For the sake of illustration, let me write “Dublin” and you may think of any other city you prefer. Do you think any map of Dublin can show the locations and directions of all the mice in that city? Even if you regard this absurdity as theoretically possible, this map still would not include the flowers, fleas, microbes, etc. — nor would it depict the emotions, joys, sufferings of the people [or the dogs] — and it would remain relatively accurate for only seconds. [It could not remain totally accurate for even a nanosecond.]
Now consider our other kinds of “maps” — our beliefs, our arts, our sciences. Does quantum mechanics tell “all” or even most of the reasons George W. Bush wants to kill Saddam Husein? Does Freudian theory, Marxism, postmodernism, bile samples, or oil prices — alone or combined into a mega-model –tell “all” about that?
Does Van Gogh tell more or less about vegetation than Beethoven’s Sixth, Darwin’s Origin of Species or the latest papers on botony? Which geometry reveals “all” the truth about the starry sky above Dublin — Euclid, Gauss, Lobatchevsky, Buckminster Fuller?
To fully grasp what I mean here, try the following simple experiment: try to say “all” about the page [or computer screen] on which you see these words. Assuming you have it in hard copy, try to write down all you know about the chemical composition of the ink and the paper; if you don’t know enough, do some research.
Try to learn “all” about how it got from me to you, even if that requires six months of computer science and electronic theory. Who asked me to write this? Find out “all” you can about her or him. Don’t neglect the others involved in the production of this page — their salaries, their worries, their religions if any, their politics, their sex-lives usw.
And don’t forget me: why did somebody ask me to write about LSD and why did I agree? Try to investigate “all” about me. [Hint: in doing this exercize, I discovered that among the infinite reasons I became a writer I could not omit the Danes over-fishing the North Sea 15 centuries ago.*]
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*My paternal grandmother had the name O’Lachlann, which means “son of the Dane” in Gaelic. The Danes took to invasion and conquest, of Ireland and elsewhere, after the fish problem arose…..
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If you continue this search for “allness” reasonably long enough [about two years minimum], the page will have yellowed and the ink might have faded, which will require more nvestigation into chemistry and even political history —e.g. the paper would last longer if made of hemp; why did the publisher use wood pulp instead?
Now imagine these gigabytes of information entering your brain not in two years, but in two nanoseconds, and radiating not just from this page but from the fruit on the table, the wall paint, the pencil, the cars passing in the street….. and the furthest stars.
That’s why LSD has altered the world for so many of us in the last 60 years. Like English poet William Blake we have found “infinity in a grain of sand” and the deeper we look, the deeper the abyss grows. And like Nietzsche, we often suspect that as we gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into us……
LSD seems to suspend the imprinted and conditioned brain circuits that normally control pereption/emotion/thought, allowing a flood — an ocean — of new information to break through. The experience will seem either very frightening or exileratingly educational, depending on how rigidly you previously believed your current map contained “all” the universe. Since I learned that no model equals the totallity of experience long before I tried LSD, I never had a bad trip; but I have seen enough anxiety atttacks and downright wig-outs in cases of the naive and dogmatic that I have never favored or advocated LSD’s promiscuous use by the general population. As J.R. “Bob” Dobbs says, “You know how dumb the average ccitizen is? Well, mathematically, by definition, half of them are even dumber than that.”
While splashing about and trying not to drown in this ocean of new information, you generally experience a second LSD surprise: an explosion of newfound energy within your own body. Whether you call this kundalini or bio-electricity or orgone or libido or Life Force, it can trigger muscle spasms, unbridled Eros or just “warm and melting” sensations — or all three in succession, or all three almost simultaneously — usually followed by something loosely called “near-death experience” or “out of body experience.” Again, this can seem either psychotically terrifying or “religiously” ecstatic, and can imprint short-or–long-term tendecies toward paranoia [“everything wants to destroy me”] or metanoia [“everything wants to help me.”] In either case, one tends to retain a heightened awareness of those peculiar coincidences that Jung called synchronicities and Christian conspiracy buffs attribute to hostile occult forces.
In my case, after a few years I found myself seemingly forced to choose, not between paranoia and metanoia — both by then appeared pitiful oversimplifications — but between mysticism and agnosticism. I solved that problem, for myself anyway, by choosing agnostic mysticism in the tradition of Lao-tse:
Something unknown, unspeakable,
before Earth or sky,
before life or death,
I do not know what to call it
So I call it Dao
What do I think we should do with Dr. Hoffman’s “problem child”? Well, no commodity becomes safer when its manufacture, sale and distribution all fall into the hands of professional criminals; and prohibition, of alcohol and all other drugs, inevitably has that effect, followed by police corruption and public cynicism. Maybe governments should leave this arena entirely and let professional scientists, medical and otherwise, write the guidelines?
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2 Poems on Salvia Divinorum: Laura Pendell
(Ska Pastora-Gwyllm Llwydd)

WHERE SHE TAKES ME
it starts suddenly with a circle
circular motion
a sense of movement
going counterclockwise
and it feels
it feels like it comes
out of my mouth
out of my forehead
the left side of my face
a scatter pattern
a pattern
a scatter
left to right
a pull and circularity
around me above me
from me
inside a huge room
a cathedral
I am both
the inside and the outside
and I don’t know
I don’t know how
I don’t know how to
move
or swim
through this space
and I keep thinking
it’s growing
growing out of my face
out of my body
spinning
out of my body
and wondering
where my body
is
I want to relax
just wonder
at the beauty
of it all
and part of me
is saying
where am I
not as in what is this place
where is this place
but
where is my body
because it’s
pure consciousness
without
any physical sense
and I feel like I
should be inside
this space I’ve created
instead
I
am
the
space
and this time it is pastel green
but another time it was
pink luminescent light
and it’s made of
me
it’s made of
my face my body
repeating
over & over & over & over &
like a patchwork
or finely woven fabric
and it would be peaceful
except for me
wondering
where my body’s gone
and if it will ever come back
or will I ever find my way back

so I let go and swim and
it’s huge
it’s vast
it’s cavernous
and afterwards
there is this
deep profound
sense of
regret
because I couldn’t
stay
longer
this place I have always
wanted to be
this place I have always
looked for
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THE DIVINE GODDESS
sometimes she is filled with light
sun light
moon light
radiant light
rainbow light
sunrise light
sunset light
call it the kingdom of the oracular
sometimes she is filled with dark
forest dark
jungle dark
a green so dark it is almost black
call it the forbidden that never is
always a path ahead and behind
inside and outside
before and beyond
now/then/and
different
like walking on your hands
she sings to you
& you know the voice you know
the song she sang to you
before you were
the rush of hidden water
what weeds sing when the wind rides them

she touches you with soft fingers
caresses the part of you that always asks
until there is nothing left to ask
and the world is held together with
surface tension
it is being inside her mind
it is being her mind
just now
just then
and
just so
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(Oracle- Gwyllm Llwydd)

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