My new book, Transmissions From Outside of Time, is sort of a “year in the psychic life” documentation of how utterly strange the process of Knowledge and Conversation with one’s Holy Guardian Alien can get. I say strange, but it’s actually the coherency of the channeled information that makes it hard to just dismiss out of hand. When whatever you’re communicating with starts predicting the future in quite demonstrable fashion (you’d have to read the book to see what I’m talking about, only a $5 download), the line between internal and external states of consciousness gets forever called into question. I’ve always said that if this stuff was crazy I could just chalk it up to hash psychosis, but the problem is that I have zero coherent explanation for why this intel doesn’t have some sort of objective validity.
Like say the telepathic communique I received in 2010 in regards to the nature or the Holy Trinity for instance. I mean, seeing as I grew up ritualistically reciting this concept in church every Sunday, I don’t actually have any sort of “rational” explanation for why the human soul isn’t constructed in some semblance to what I’ve channeled. I’m going to do some magick tutorial pieces over the next few weeks which are going to talk about sigil magick in relation to this concept, so I figured now might be a good time to re-air this piece, which is also featured in the book (it originally appeared on this site on August 14th, 2013). Enjoy, and if you have any interest in owning an autographed hand numbered copy of said book (which is sure to be a collector’s item some day), you can pick that up here. Go:
As a student of psychology in my youth, one of the things that fascinated me most was how in other “hard science” disciplines you could come up with incredibly freaky theories about shit like dark matter and quantum physics, then actually talk about them publicly without being laughed at. I suppose this is because of math, but if you break any of the aforementioned theories down too far, you’re basically dealing with the idea that humans can barely perceive the vast majority of what’s going on in the universe. Yet, say the same thing in regards to consciousness and it’s simply not tolerated. Goes against everything we believe in.
What I find most hilarious about say, people getting super excited about things like string theory, is it doesn’t stand up to even the most basic of exploratory questioning. Really, so there are 11 dimensions? Just 11. What’s it like in those? Do they have kittens? What’s the sex like? Is there space weed? Of course, since they’re not thinking about these matters in terms of consciousness or experience, there aren’t even minorly compelling answers to these questions. Whereas if you asked a neo-sorcerer such as myself for his opinion, I could go on forever. First, what the hell is going on with animals? Isn’t each species sort of like another dimension of consciousness? They’re not tuned into the same story arc we are but they’re tied to it and they’re not thinking by even remotely the same linguistic parameters, so that’s pretty trippy. Seriously, try and get in your dog or cat’s head. It’s not a constant stream of words being strung together, they’re basically thinking in complex images of food and petting I would imagine. It’s impossible to comprehend what that would be like for us because once language sinks its exotic tendrils into you, you tend to get lost in the mix.
What about fucking insects? Lord? What the hell is going on there with all that hive mind weirdness? More importantly, what’s it like to get hard for a sexy red panda during mating season? You see, alternate dimensions. We just tend to edit this uncertainty out, because you know, we’ve got to make more…err…products or something, and you know, we’ve got to do that faster. I don’t pretend to get it. I also don’t pretend to understand why as an undergrad I paid people to regurgitate Freud’s coked out theories about the id, ego, and superego at me ad nauseum. If they would have harped on about his sex and death trip, that would have been money well spent but this was a bunch of loony tune shite being passed off as science. What value could I possibly find in thinking about my psyche in terms of the id, ego, and super ego? What good has that done us?
On the other hand, if you were to look at all the subjective qualitative reports regarding near death experiences, out of body experiences, spontaneous “alien” contact, shamanic visionary states, and turn that into a grand theory about the extension of consciousness beyond death, you get idiots calling you a pseudo-scientist. There’s no profit in that line of thinking boy. What’s amazing is how many people truly let themselves believe in this charade.
Fortunately, I got the fuck out of the academic racket as soon as I got my crappy degree and just started using myself as a test subject to explore the absolute fringes of fringe consciousness. They say everyone studies psychology to figure out what in god’s name is going on with themselves and I’m no different. I was wondering why it is that when I take mushrooms it’s like staring into the rapidly mutating face of a super-sentient insectile hyer-intelligence. Taking on that is actually illegal in our society if you’ll recall (although that’s changing slowly), but this basic unanswerable quandary lead me into astral projection, and later chaos magick. What can I tell you, when you play with the bull, you get the horns.
What I’m about to get into is shit that has beamed itself directly into me telepathically (like my Facebook author page, I talk about esoteric stuff all the time over there and it’s getting increasingly odd). Am I saying these theories are correct or valid? No, I’m saying it’s a coherent idea about the superstructure of consciousness which came to me in an intentionally induced vision, and seems to be echoed in a lot of other reported visionary experiences throughout the ages, possibly hinting at semi-objective aspects of our reality.
I’ll probably be telling this story until the day I die, but back in the fall of 2010, I accidentally summoned what classic Occultists would refer to as my Holy Guardian Angel. It showed up as me, told me it was the beings from the Sirius star system who were communicating with Robert Anton Wilson and the grey aliens, among other things which vary depending on who’s perceiving them. Then they/me went about projecting a repeating vision about the nature of The Holy Trinity directly into my mind. You know, that thing I read about in church growing up and recited a bunch of times, utterly clueless as to what I was talking about. We love to forget the Gnostic roots to a lot of our religions don’t we? According to them/me, The Holy Trinity is symbolic language meant to depict the very nature of our eternal spirit. In the following years, I’ve had an increasing amount of dreams and ganj-i-tation communiqué fleshing out this concept in greater detail, so let me drop some of that knowledge briefly.