If you’ve ever wondered why I keep mentioning Robert Anton Wilson on this site (other than the fact that Disinfo put out his Maybe Logic DVD), it has to do with me accidentally summoning my Holy Guardian Angel back in 2010 and the first telepathic words out of its mind being “We Are the Beings From the Sirius Star System who were communicating with Robert Anton Wilson!” No, really. It’s a long story that I’ve written about before but I don’t think I’ve ever actually talked about publically, which I do in this podcast if you’re curious.
Anyway, after that happened I wrote a book about my experiences with sex magick, then went back and re-read a bunch of Wilson, which is something I hadn’t actually done in years. Most amazingly, in doing so I realized that the book I had written (The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations, out next month) was very much like the Occult sequel to Cosmic Trigger that Wilson never penned. Not only that, but I finished the writing end of the project a few months before my 35th birthday and then further realized that CT was initially released during the same summer I was born. Hyper-weird.
Even stranger is the fact that 2 years later as I’m finally putting out the book, it just so happens that Daisy Eris Campbell (daughter of Ken Campbell) is quite ambitiously trying to adapt Cosmic Trigger as a play, and now we’re getting to the point to this post. She could use your help Disinfonauts:
“OSCAR-winning actor Jim Broadbent, ventriloquist Nina Conti and Sex Pistols pop artist Jamie Reid are among a host of well known names who have got behind a campaign to raise cash to pay for a play which will have its world premiere in Liverpool.
They are urging the public to dig deep into their pockets for the £23,000 needed to mount the first ever theatre production of Cosmic Trigger. The play is adapted and directed by Daisy Campbell, daughter of the late theatre legend and Everyman artistic director Ken Campbell.
….Daisy’s adaptation recounts the period of “Pope Bob’s” life around the inspiration for the writing of and theatrical culmination of Illuminatus!, a period where he also met figures like Timothy Leary, Alan Watts and William Burroughs, all of whom feature in the play.”
The narrative slips in and out of Illuminatus! itself and the production employs song, music, projections and stagecraft to evoke the real-life hallucinogenic trip through conspiracy, paranoia and enlightenment that transformed Wilson from a simple Playboy editor into the influential countercultural figure he is today.”
You can read the whole article at the Liverpool confidential here, or more importantly, contribute funds at the Indiegogo campaign here. There are some great rewards and even though I’m not rich by any stretch of the imagination I just threw a few bucks into the hat.
On another R.A.W. related note, I actually had a lucid dream that I was hanging out with him last week (which I wrote about on Facebook, friend me). In it, I was in the back seat of some sort of trans-dimensional taxi and as best I could tell we were on our way to an event we were both involved with. I strangely don’t remember a whole lot other than that I asked him if he was dead and he replied with a no shit style “yes”. When I asked him about the continued influence of his work on our realm he looked out the cab window toward what was almost like a distant inverted planet on the horizon which I’m guessing represented our realm – perceptible but quite removed from where he is now. We were then quite suddenly dizzy and upside down in the car just thinking about how radically different these worlds are. That’s about all I recall, but then later in the week while ganji-i-tating and wrestling with my own personal issues I was told by some sort of daemonic entity that “he didn’t deserve what happened to him” and by what happened they meant having to ask his fans for life support cash in his old age. This not only explained quite perfectly the nature of my current predicament (first world problems), but also gave me the impression that his prolonged geriatric period and financial struggles were a sort of punishment for his actions and that there was a high level of remorse on the part of those who executed this sentence. Total WTF stuff, but it should be noted that a man as influential as Pope Bob shouldn’t ever have had to beg for cash in any sort of a just society while billionaires on Wall Street get rewarded for running our culture into the ground. Let’s do his memory up all proper like and get this play funded aiiiight? Make it so tripsters.
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