Earlier in the year, an essay of mine ended up being featured in a compendium of psychedelic writing compiled by Graham Hancock. It’s an incredibly worthwhile read that I recommend checking out to anyone (The Divine Spark, which you can pick up here). I could actually go on and on about the thing. In particular, Graham’s stories of dealing with dark ayahuasca entities and the piece about the prevailing concept of the holy trinity throughout various mystical traditions (The Soul Cluster: Reconsideration of a Millenia Old Concept, if you’re curious). The funny thing about this is that I’m also an Occultist and if my work was featured in an Occult compilation, I probably wouldn’t even mention it to anyone. Man, what passes for the Occult these days is some seriously embarrassing bullshit. Monotheism won. They slandered the art of summoning your Holy Guardian Entities with a dark creepster veneer so effectively that it’s become an absolute fucking joke.… Read the rest
Author Archive | Thad McKraken
I’ve got some more fun rants about communicating with extra-dimensional forms of intelligence coming in the next few weeks. In the meantime, why not watch me as a guest on one of the weirdest music shows I’ve ever seen?
Enjoy as a dark electronic artist Shinji gets interviewed by a shape shifting entity from beyond. Listen to me rant about things like psychedelics and their relationship with calculated auditory stimuli. Most importantly, enjoy the surrealist sequence conjoining the interviews which made me laugh for like 10 minutes straight. I’m still not entirely sure what I was watching there, I just know it was batshit.
Ahhh, Crowley. Of course I’ve covered why I’m not a huge fan of the guy fairly extensively. It’s funny, the reason I wrote that piece with a certain degree of vitriol had to do with the precise sense of getting duped when I realized Christianity was nonsensical as a teenager. After I was summoned into the Occult (long story that you can read about in my book super cheap), I had a glamorized hippie version of “The Great Beast” (suuuuuch a stupid nickname) and went around defending him in certain circles. I blame people like Timothy Leary and Robert Anton Wilson for this naivete (I still have zero idea how they were both so clueless about his lame ass exploits) but the more I dug into the reality of the guy, not the hippie myth, the more I was like: Wait a minute, I fucking HATE Aleister Crowley. Let’s review: Egomaniacal borderline sociopath?… Read the rest
I’d completely lost track of what was going on with Michael Persinger’s “God Helmet” but in stumbling on a few new articles I got the gist. As with much controversial research into altered states of consciousness or psi, what apparently went down is that someone (who probably had an enormous confirmation bias) tried to replicate the results and failed (likely on purpose). So in the court of popular/scientific opinion, that was it. Nothing to see here. Except that scientists in Brazil have just effectively replicated his results so you know, game on:
“A team of neurotheology researchers have replicated and confirmed the results of the iconic “God Helmet” experiment. The apparatus, originally developed by renowned neuroscientists, Stanley Koren and Michael Persinger, generates weak magnetic fields around the test subject’s temporal lobes, and elicits a distinct set of experiential phenomena in the participant’s brain, including: altered mystic states, visions of God, and the feeling of a sensed God-like presence.… Read the rest
For seasoned Disinfonauts, this entire article is all familiar territory and admittedly, as far as internet attention spans go it’s a long read. But, you know, excellent stuff that in my mind is always worth re-hashing (pun intended). This comes from a new publication called Steam Shovel Press whose tagline is “All Conspiracy, No Theory” and their first issue posted not only this but also a rather spot on critique of the extraterrestrial hypothesis. All my way of saying y’all might want to bookmark this site for future reference. You know what’s odd, for the purposes of this re-blogging I’m actually going to start with the conclusion and you can decide whether or not you want to read the entire article which is totally worth your time, even if you’ve heard this stuff a million times at this point in your life:
RAW was excited when Ken Campbell did a stage play in Liverpool of “Illuminatus!” in 1986.… Read the rest
Why am I posting this? Well, because if you follow my writing you’ll recall that I’m always going on about both worshipping the sacred feminine and communicating with extra dimensional forms of insectile hive mind intelligence. We all remember how Terence McKenna’s psilocybin deity came across as a praying mantis and Whitley Strieber’s grey alien master was a super freaky sex spider right? No? Well, I’ll keep reminding you. Anyway, when looking at these things from an Occult perspective, you find that the concept of a culture dominated by a more feminine current is metaphorically fleshed out over and over in the insect kingdom. This is but another fun example (from New Scientist):
“Darwin’s bark spiders are a rather enigmatic species, but even we were in for a surprise when we observed their peculiar courtship behaviour,” says Kralj-Fiser.
The team observed that females mate with multiple males, and that males are ultra-competitive as a result.… Read the rest
Join me as I rant about:
Organized religion and how it relates to the spiritual retardation of modern culture.
How Christianity is the ONLY spiritual practice I’ve experimented with that demonstrably didn’t work.
Why religious people have a fundamentally more accurate view of the spiritual world than hardcore atheists.
Making a connection with the symbol of the weeping Christ in the midst of an LSD fueled sex marathon.
And most importantly:
How I spontaneously developed a “personal relationship with Jesus” during an epic wine bender.
Truth: I live in Seattle, was a freshman in high school right when Nirvana broke, and never thought they were anything more than a pretty good band lead by a complete fuckup with perfect cheek bones and piercing blue eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I like a few of their albums (In Utero specifically), but you know, I just always thought Soundgarden was a gajillion times better, even as an angry disaffected teenager. 20 years later, of all the platinum selling “grunge” bands, SG are the only ones I actually listen to on a regular basis. Will I ever watch this Montage of Heck movie? Probably, but I also just watched the Foreigner Behind the Music, so you know, that’s my way of saying that I’d pretty much watch any rock music docu-anything because there’s something incredibly wrong with me. Anyway, the reason I’m posting this is because as a kid I always thought Kurt’s story about being a drug addict because of his “chronic stomach condition” was a bunch of utter shite, so after all these years it’s compelling to see that, according to King Buzzo of the legendary Melvins, it absolutely was (from Stereogum):
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Kurt also told me there was absolutely nothing wrong with his stomach.
Going full on into a shamanic or Occult practice is beyond weird, because the vast majority of people think you’re completely nuts for gasp, actually paying attention to your inner world (let alone blasting it all over Facebook, friend me). “Do you mean that stuff is real?” they’ll ask. Well, yeah, but ultimately insisting on dividing thoughts and visions into convenient categories of “real” or “not real” is a pretty ridiculous way of conceptualizing consciousness. Aaaand you’ve already lost them. Which is why maybe the best thing you can do as a mystic is point out over and over how utterly batshit and illogical western spiritual thought is in the first place. We should never ever forget that this is the refractive lens through which we view everything having to do with the soul. In a culture that prides itself on a bizarro academic sense of rationality, there is zero rationality in the popular way we view spirituality period.… Read the rest
An early frontrunner in my microverse for album of the year, Swahili’s sophomore effort AMOVREX finds the band abandoning the shamanic trance stylings of their debut for a slick cosmic disco sheen. No really, if you played the albums back to back you probably wouldn’t even be aware you were listening to the same band. Normally going all dance party would have me calling bullshit on the originality front, but in this case it works on all levels, primarily due to the gargantuan leap in song-writing. Not to mention the fact that it’s trippy as all get out. I can’t say I’ve ever found myself high and grooving out to what seems like an updated version of The Love Boat theme, but the album’s closing track puts out that exact vibe. The biggest mystery in all this lies in how vocalist Van Pham somehow went from background distorted mumble-core to full on psychedelic diva poet in the course of one album.… Read the rest