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
Author Archive | Thad McKraken
Hey Disinfonauts, my regular rants about talking to extra-dimensional entities with my penis will resume shortly. In the meantime, I was forwarded several rather excellent Occult themed videos in the last few weeks which should serve to satiate your appetite for esoteric high strangeness. First off is the Crowley-tastic video for Deadcuts’ song Summon the Witches. Now, some of you might be familiar with my distaste for Crowley and the dark imagery that currently surrounds the Occult in general, but despite all this I must confess that there’s another part of me that finds it all sort of awesome. I’m certainly more of the comic book Occult variety rather than the horror movie strain. But you know, let’s face it, most Occult anything in pop culture is mired in a thick layer of darkness and by virtue of being Occult themed, I end up digging it anyway. For example, I watched The Dunwich Horror on Netflix a few weeks back and loved it despite the fact that I’ve never been a Lovecraft fan, nor do I really like horror movies in general per se.… Read the rest
I must say, the concept of DMT ritual being associated with freemasonry or the existence of psychedelic secret societies in the deep south are both topics I was completely unaware of until tipped off by a fellow esoteric writer on FB by the name of PD Newman. Compelling reading, for sure:
What qualifies a Man for the Seventh Order [of Masonry]? A. …the Composition of the Grand Elixir. (Post Boy Exposé, 1723)1
As outlandish as it may sound, allusions to the entheogenic properties of the acacia are commonplace in Masonic literature and various rituals. For, it would appear that the psychoactive nature of acacia was fairly widely known in certain Masonic circles at least up until the late 1700s. However, some time between the mid to late 18th century and the 19th century occult revival, the secrets of acacia, like the true word of a Master Mason, appear to have been lost.… Read the rest
Hey Disinfonauts, I think I’ve mentioned this before, but everyone should absolutely check out this Divine Spark book that Graham Hancock just put out. It’s a great roundup of essays exploring the mind’s limitless imaginal potentiality as presented to us by the psychedelic experience (I’m pretty sure that sentence makes sense). The fact that psychedelic research is finally gaining more mainstream acceptance is, much like marijuana legalization, not something I ever thought I’d see in my lifetime. Back in my early 20’s I got popped for acid possession and was scoffed at for wanting to study these things as a psychology student. As bleak and out of touch as the world can seem at times, there are some deliciously weird things afoot. Let us never lose sight of that, or harp on the fact that this essay already appeared on the site a few years back. Is there ever a bad time to re-read through my stuff (or to read my book which you can grab super cheap)?… Read the rest
I took the above picture after a rather fruitful day at the thrift store a few weeks back. No really, I found a copy of The Disinformation Book of Lists, a hard cover copy of The Art of Dreaming by Carlos Castaneda, and a VHS copy of Harvey all on the same morning. Sometimes everything just comes together. I posted the picture on Facebook (friend me). Of course, I’m only mentioning it here because of the synchromystic hive-mind interconnectivity shit that went down right afterwards. So, someone comments on the picture in regards to Castaneda, which was the second time he had come up in the same week. The first time was in relation to a wizard battle dream I had, where I fought off fledgling spectral witches inside my psychic mind temple. I don’t even pretend to entirely understand this stuff, but because it came up once again, I briefly mentioned how Castaneda was essentially a fiction author and a rather fucked up dude at that.… Read the rest
If you’re familiar with my writing at all, then you’re probably aware that everything in my life is guided by the hidden hand of a synchronous collusion with the unseen. On that front, a couple of weeks ago, I tossed up a new series of art. I was later informed in an intuitive informational download from beyond that the images I conjured forth had to do with a psilocybin encounter that went down on my birthday back in 2010. (I write about this Occult meditational shit on FB all the time, feel free to friend me.) As a matter of fact, I talked about that particular entheogen transmission in my latest book (another one on the way soon). Because of that, I was planning on doing a post about how extravagantly peculiar this all is. However, in going back and reviewing the entire passage, I remembered, oh yeah, wait, that whole ritualistic encounter was partially induced by my unintended exposure to Alex Grey’s art the night before.… Read the rest
One thing I’m constantly trying to relay about next level communication is that it doesn’t happen with words, but rather through means of subjectively projected telepathic metaphor. In the vast majority of UFO contactee reports, one encounters similar stories about blackened psionic eyes that peer directly into the soul. Eyes that can project and receive pure information. Metaphorically of course, I’d argue that we’re unconsciously engaging in this pursuit with our increasingly art-centric lifestyles. Theses days, half of our experiences involve movies, video games, albums, celebrity sex fantasies, and cutesy kitten GIFS. The reason I’m mentioning this, for probably the bajillionth time, has to do with this interview I just did with the visionary music video director Phil Mucci (who’s films other films you can check out here, or read my top 5 list of here). I honestly knew very little about Phil when I stumbled on his work last fall, but through watching his subversive psychedelic shorts, I realized that I knew far more about him than I initially thought.… Read the rest
Well, this is an odd one. Typically if you were going to read an article of mine about psychedelics, it’d be about telepathic communication with higher dimensional forms of insectile intelligence or plants or some shit (which I continually pontificate about on Facebook, friend me). That’s just sort of how I roll and, as a matter of fact, I just participated in a research study for John Hopkins University in regards to that exact topic. So it’s not sounding so crazy anymore, is it? But, as with most bizzarro endeavors I find myself engaged in, I am but a talking monkey guided by means of mostly unseen synchromystic entanglement.
Last fall, I tossed up a post about the Hypnotikon psychedelic music festival in Seattle. After writing about it, I thought to myself, “hmmm, maybe I should try microdosing for this thing.” It’s something I’d read about, but hadn’t truly considered experimenting with a whole lot before then.… Read the rest
If you’ll recall, about a month ago I read Gary Lachman’s new book about Aleister Crowley (totally worth checking out) and ranted off about how I personally can’t stand the self-proclaimed Great Beast. But I must confess that my motivations for being that snarkingly harsh were quite similar to why I was such a Christianity-hating, angry, metal dude in my late teens and early twenties (it was the 90’s after all). I grew up believing in the church. When I got older, I started contemplating it a bit more and realized that I literally couldn’t go all-in believing in dogmas. I was pissed. This happened to me quite some time ago with Crowley, but dealing with dicks on the internet, the sorry state of the modern Occult, and reading Lachman’s book rekindled the fire.
About a month ago Marcie asked me to design a Disinfo.com magick poll and I came up with a quick one in like 5 minutes. I wish I would have put more thought into it and included people like John Dee, Peter Carroll, and Lon Milo Duquette but, you know, I admittedly half assed it and fired off an e-mail all quick like. It’s not like this is something I had been contemplating or planning on writing about at the time.
Here’s where I confess that the topic chosen was ultimately designed to help me gauge whether the modern Occultists I look up to and respect have exceeded the popularity of the self-proclaimed “great beast” Aleister Crowley. It was my suspicion that they hadn’t, but even I was sort of disappointed that Crowley got more votes than both Alan Moore and Grant Morrison combined (Moore edged out Morrison by 2 votes and they came in at #2 and #3 respectively).… Read the rest