Anyone that knows me knows that I’m an enormous fan of the band Monster Magnet. Maybe this has to do with a friend of mine playing Dopes to Infinity on repeat the first time I ever took LSD. Maybe it’s because Dave Wyndorf is a supernatural space wizard from outside of time. Whatever the reason, to this day I still probably watch the Negasonic Teenage Warhead video at least twice a year and have always been of the opinion that it’s up there with the best ever made. Unfortunately, they’ve never really had the budget to match that insanity until about a month ago when they dropped a new video for The Duke, from their brilliant 2013 “comeback” album Last Patrol. Just genius level shit going down there, and after finding myself watching it like 10 times over the period of a few weeks I was like, wait, who is the guy who directed this and more importantly, has he done anything else that’s equally as mind bending?… Read the rest
Author Archive | Thad McKraken
Okay, so you’re probably getting bored with hearing about my book (The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations, out now!) at this point, so this will be the second to last in my five part series (symbolizing the five sides of the pentagram) of posts on it. Of course last week if you were watching you heard me rant about my “Summoning my Holy Guardian Angel/Alien Contact” experience, but that is only one of many ultra-strange tales contained in the living book’s pages. This might be the strangest. It’s funny but when critics tell me that magick is crazy, I say “exactly.” When they say that it’s just my imagination, I say “precisely the point.” Materialist science still hasn’t explained what the hell is going on with things like schizophrenia. (Why do nearly all schizophrenics see daemons?) Furthermore, the boundaries of the human imagination have yet to be explored or defined.
But when critics say that it’s all in my head I have to resoundingly say, well, no.… Read the rest
Just a reminder that there are roughly 20 autographed copies of The Galactic Dialogue left and when they’re gone, they’re gone. Suggested donation of $11, $21 extra for overseas shipping unfortunately.
Due to illness, your psychoactive sermon on Occult alien contact will air next week. In the interim, I thought I’d run this fun anecdote about unintentionally tearing a hole through the subjective time space continuum by means of nitrous inhalation. Why am I posting this?
Well for one, my new book is basically my magickal origin story/journal and this happened long before I ever started trying to do this sort of thing on purpose. Two, a couple of people have asked me about the use of nitrous in magickal work in the past and it’s not something I’ve put a ton of effort into (have maybe done it 4 times in the past decade), but I certainly have some odd stories from my hard partying past. The fact that buying nitrous is legal by some odd technicality in the drug war goes well beyond being slightly nutter. Any 18 year old kid can get this shit, we used to at the mall.… Read the rest
“Reading the words gleamed [sic] from this hypersigil of a book will tear down the veil and hand you a pair of 4th dimensional binoculars.”
Good times, and truthfully the only reason I’m comparing it to The Invisibles in the first place has to do with me accidentally putting it out on the 20th anniversary of its release and all. Well, and the whole Occult “alien” thing. Here’s the part where I try to sell you on it with words:
It could be said that I didn’t choose the Occult, the Occult chose me. It’s a long story and you’ll have to read the book, but let’s just say that some sort of fifth dimensional weirdo showed up in my room one day and broke a primal thought sequence deep within me.… Read the rest
When people ask me what my favorite pieces of psychedelic literature from the last 20 years are, I immediately tell them Graham Hancock’s Supernatural and Grant Morrison’s The Invisibles without even having to think twice about it. Of course, I’m not sure if anyone I’ve ever told this has actually taken my advice and read either one, but I’ll just keep repeating it in the off hope that at least one person will have their mind blown by the genius of either one of those epics. When people ask me for suggestions regarding books about magick, The Invisibles immediately jumps to the top of my list. This usually leads to someone arguing with me and informing me that The Invisibles isn’t an instruction manual on how to do magick to which I reply, that’s exactly the point. Since you can sum up basic sigil magick techniques in a few paragraphs, and chaos magick was supposed to be about pushing these techniques forward and creatively fitting them to your subjective microverse, I have zero idea why books regurgitating technique are even of much value at this point.… Read the rest
I’m sort of late to this party, but I’ve just recently become aware of the writings of Adam Gorightly, mainly because he contacted me on Facebook (friend me) and sent me some books. Anyway, I’m going to try and get him in for an interview regarding his most recent work regarding the history of Discordianism, but in perusing his website I found this gem of a rant. Really ties in with my book, The Galactic Dialogue: Occult Initiations which is finally coming out here on September 23rd. Fans of Cosmic Trigger and the Invisibles rejoice. Anywho, I’m sure most Disinfonauts are probably familiar with this material, but it’s always fun to revisit.
It was not long after my own encounter with strange aerial phenomenon that I began to see a link between UFOs to such seemingly disparate topics as psychedelics, psychotronics, and ritual magick. As the years pass, the Extraterrestrial Hypothesis (ETH) makes far less sense to the observer than other theories ranging from mind control conspiracies or — on the other hand — fissures in the space-time continuum which provide a portal of entry for ghostly apparitions that can be saucer-shaped or even take on the form of Moth-Men, Chupacabras or the Blessed Virgin Mary.… Read the rest
I wouldn’t normally take to the internet to gripe about a bad customer service experience mainly because I don’t have them very often. But Comcast horror stories have become a bit of an internet meme in the last few months and I unintentionally just had an experience with them that completely blew my mind in its more than impressive suck-i-tude. Worse than either one of those videos that went viral quite honestly. More to the point, due to the Telecommunications Act of 1996, cable airwaves and cable internet are for some reason not considered a public interest and were basically just divided up between a few corporations who essentially work as monopolies in many areas to this day. As point of fact, when I moved into my old place a decade ago, there was no alternative to Comcast if I wanted cable internet, which I did. Now apparently there might be one other alternative, and that change just happened in the last year.… Read the rest
Some Disinfonauts might recall that last month I posted a rather scathing commentary in regards to the career of blow-hard skeptical debunker James Randi. Of course I hope people realize that I write polemic rants like this to reflect the negativity that the closed minded “skeptical” community, hardline materialist types, and religious people alike have been directing at anyone with alternate spiritual practices for the vast majority of recorded history. We deal with this condescension constantly and to pretend there isn’t a bias against things like Shamanism, the Occult, or Psi is sort of like pretending there’s no homophobia or misogyny, or that racism is just a thing of the past. For the record, we’re not talking about a fictional “sky-god” but rather the potentiality of the human imagination. It’s incredibly bizarre how many people desperately want to believe that this potentiality doesn’t exist and will eat up anything that reinforces this deeply held belief no matter how short on facts or evidence their claims happen to be.… Read the rest
It was while listening to the horrifically embarrassing clipping. album Sub Pop put out a few months back that I suddenly realized exactly why I fail to connect with the vast majority of hip hop artists I check out (not that I CAN connect with the rich kid hipster lifestyle rock and house beat pop bullshit the corplantations push these days). So many MC’s are far too bamboozled by the hustle of the street that they fail to see the cycles of daemonic exploitation keeping themselves and their community down systematically. Really just a comment on our failed educational system more than anything, which is something Killer Mike addresses in his lyrics quite specifically. For every rap mogul gangsta, there’s a white collar CEO or Wall Street spook colder and richer than they’ll ever be by a hundred fold. They’re the ones funding these bling rap records. I wonder why. You gotta read between the lines.… Read the rest