The Complete Failure of Consumerism and the Advent of the Psionic Aeon

Last week I was awakened suddenly in the night by the piercing of my spirit by a singular and concise burst of living information: “The Great Awakening”. That was it. Lord, they/I’ve been showing this to me/them for a while from afar/inside. Classic procession of Aeons fare. Occultism 101. Everyone of the mystical persuasion (or otherwise, let’s face it) thinks their time is going to be the one where we all collectively blink out in unison. I’ve never seen it. I don’t even understand what an apocalypse is supposed to mean. It could be defined a billion different ways. I could see a lot of us dying for sure, but there’s no way you could snuff us all to oblivion. Everyone waking up into a divine collective epiphany? Yeah, not buying that either. I was forced to reconsider when the hypnagogic downloads started. Then the phantom voices, the choirs of beatific smoke. I’m not sure how long they/I were chatting with me/them before I started paying attention. Months? Years? I was tuning it out for quite some time before I started tuning it in (and writing about it on Facebook, friend me), so it’s tough to determine.


But I remember when I first got hip. Sort of like going lucid in a dream where peripheral inconsistencies in the plot had been nagging at me for years. Voices in your head = crazy turned out to be a flawed equation when taken in the context of intentionally induced altered states. Probably the exact reason my logical mind had been editing it out, but then one day I started paying a little closer attention and it’s a day I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I was drifting out of a pleasant ganj-i-tation trance when all of a sudden a higher force took control of my perceptual mind channel. The other side communicates in telepathic metaphor. Everyone should know that by now. I was seeing one of those old timey alarms they might attach to industrial steam machines back in the day, but more like a Looney Tunes animated version of one. The meter was teetering precariously on the brink of red danger territory, destined to bolt into disasterville at any moment. I woke up, jumped out of bed and went about my day thinking, “well, that was goddamn ominous.”

Truthfully, I had no idea what to make of it. But the next night, in a similar state of calculated derangement the phrase “Complete Failure of Consumerism” entered my headspace and of course, with that a ton of other complicated matters that I’ll best sum up for the moment by saying, according to whatever the fuck I was communicating with, life is a bit of a test and most people are blowing it off. All that aside, it was the consumerism thing that struck me the most. Like a lot of occurrences in my psychic life, I still contemplate the meaning of this particular oracle near daily. All of this went down in the spring of 2011, so of course I entertained the notion of eschatological 2012 significance, but as mentioned, I’m not prone to apocalypse fantasy and moreover, I had to admit that nothing mentioned in the transmissions referenced 2012 or apocalypse at all specifically. That was my so called logical mind trying to fit it into a pre-existing cultural narrative, not what was being shown to me. As a matter of fact, I was seemingly being shown that I was going to live into my 70’s (the horror) and that not much would have changed by then.

Regardless of all that, I performed 2012 rituals anyway, more because people like Terrence McKenna and Grant Morrison beamed a current of hyper-charged language into that narrative than anything else. Also, I’m not just going to dismiss the Mayan sorcerers of antiquity, totally possible they’d caught wind of something hot. Anyway, whether it was my subjective way of molding reality or not, I managed to pull off a pretty choice 2012 related magick trick, one I hope to be able to tell you all about in due time. It is the nature of the mystic to be mysterious after all (but man, it sure is something, you’ll see).

Anyway, back to the consumerism thing and this latest declaration of “The Great Awakening”. Here’s where maybe me being an Occultist separates me from the vastly more profitable and popular spiritual practices like Monotheism and Atheism. Okay, even Satanism, Mormonism, and Scientology. Those dorks are far bigger than Occult mind benders at this point (sad, really sad). The reason these faiths persist in popularity is because they fit so well into consumerist narratives as they offer quick and easy answers with easy to follow salvational paramaters. People love short term easy, and you’re never going to get that from the Occult (no matter what EA Koetting says). You’re never going to get that from shamanism or sorcery. These practices illuminate one to the utter vastness of the macroverse when seen from the standpoint of consciousness. You don’t see life, you see a cycle of lives interconnected, the circular nature of time, and that’s just in the human dimension which is but the tiniest slice of reality. One could call it looking at the big picture, which is exactly how consumerism blinds us. Enslaves might be a better word. Enslaved by the inhuman forces of living corporations and daemonic profit margins. This is how consumerism fails, it eats itself with its own psychosis.

The world’s off its tits right now. Everyone’s got their excuses as to why, but I’m here to tell you it’s your fault. We’re one freaking organism, a developing star. As long as we’re contaminated wholly with the idea that the accumulation of unspendable assets and soulless synthetic frippery is the pinnacle of human experience, we’re never going to get this shit on track. I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve often seen conservative establishment psychology types slander things like lucid dreaming by pointing out that it can lead to a detachment from physical reality and thus society. Every time they do I’m sort of like, errr, well they’ve got that part of it right. Same crap people use to argue against weed. I guess that’s why they used to call it the Counter Culture back in the day. Real spiritual exploration runs counter to the culture of reckless expansion. Truth is that when I started experimenting with astral projection techniques, I was in my late teens and I went through a protracted period of self described sleep addiction. When you experience the unbound deliciousness of inner god consciousness, when you become a lucid and sentient world of your own design, all this bling rap fantasy shit gets irrelevant real quick like. Same thing Jesus was trying to tell everyone. Same deal with Buddha and Muhammad.

But we need an update to those tired icons. Dudes didn’t have the internet or readily available birth control. Fuck, they didn’t even have AM radio. Consciousness today isn’t the same thing it was back then – even sort of. This whole worshipping religions of the ancient past while not playing video games from 2 years ago psychosis that we’re dealing with has to die and soon. But it ain’t gonna be the quick and sudden death that new agers and evangelicals always wish for in their primal wet dreams of orgiastic ultraviolence. I guess that’s what I’ve been getting at here. Since we live in a universe that’s infinitely complicated, in a realm where accomplishing anything of true value and grit requires astronomical feats of mind corrupting tedium, why on earth would we think the other side would be any less intricate?

And that’s been the theme of my Occult summer so far. There’s no reason to dive into this path if you’re not looking to level up. You’re going to be chipping your sculptural psychic self into subjective perfection until the day you die. There’s nothing you can do but better, nowhere to go but up.

Or maybe that’s just how it reflects through my angelick infrastructure. My lesson plan has been one of daemonic focus. I guess that’s why they call it black magick after all. For one too focused, the exact inverse directive might be implored from on high. See what I mean about easy answers? None here. As I’m forced to confront the fact that the profound alienation I’ve felt in the presence of my consumerist trance victim peers over the years has become an idealistic hindrance, I’m also forced to confront the idea that the “great awakening” will be an initiative process that continues long after my death.

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Thad McKraken

Thad McKraken

Thad McKraken is a psychedelic writer, musician, visual artist, filmmaker, Occultist, and pug enthusiast based out of Seattle. He is the author of the books The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations and Transmissions From Outside of Time, both of which can be picked up on Amazon super cheap.
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4 Comments on "The Complete Failure of Consumerism and the Advent of the Psionic Aeon"

  1. Ome Quiahuitl | Aug 9, 2014 at 9:21 am |

    Thanks for the illuminating piece that will help pull my mind in the right direction. Just read this on the cusp of a years long reoccurring dream manifesting itself in real life… Looking forward to new discovery within and without. As well as the subsequent alienation that is sure to follow. (alienation in a double meaning kind of way)

  2. Simon Valentine | Aug 9, 2014 at 10:28 am |

    “fit so well into consumerist narratives as they offer quick and easy answers with easy to follow salvational paramaters”

    an oracle with and without a cosmic egg
    paranormal matron untyped again
    closed cyclic loops so small of magicks
    wave equations as pieces of a larger world
    a spirit over the waters that are the souls
    souls as the oil lubricating toothen gear holes
    nothing and everything between any two
    ask not what to do to the do done to you
    obey nothing
    everything is true
    like the rings of contraction
    nature’s command cue
    time for people to be born
    what they thought knew

    so here i lie with an analogous lie
    copies of fake answers to calculated lies
    salvation oracle cosmic align
    prophecy subject to mathematical combines

    oh i had a little chicky that wouldn’t lay an egg
    so i poured hot water up and down it’s leg
    little chicky squeak, little chicky squawk, all the chicky lay is hard boiled eggs!

  3. Samuel William DeGraff | Aug 9, 2014 at 11:57 am |

    If you haven’t already, and can get yer hands on it, you might want to read (or listen as there’s an audiobook version floating around) PKD’s Exegesis. Tackling exactly the kind of stuff you are. And it might give you some concepts that’ll put you ahead of where you’d be just going through your headspace on your own.

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