Although my current employment situation is unfortunately going to prevent me from attending, it should be noted that this weekend marks the advent of the 7th annual Austin Psychedelic Music Festival. Mad props are in order to Austin’s very own The Black Angels for continuing to cohesively bridge the gap between various factions of the stoned music community. For the vast majority of my life, organized psychedelic culture has basically consisted of the hippie jam band crowd and the psi-trance Burning Man set. Of course, the vast majority of entheogen voyagers (myself included) don’t conveniently fit into either one of those camps at all. As a teenage head, psych music to me meant things like Sonic Youth, Kyuss, Monster Magnet, classic Verve albums, and the Future Sound of London rather than hippie-dippy crap like the Grateful Dead and Phish, neither of whom come across as particularly psych-ed out to my ears.… Read the rest
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Your consciousness is always going to be a reflection your own informational intake, and it was probably reading pieces on Disinfo last week regarding shit like the practical applications of witch hunts, satanic child sex abuse conspiracies, and listening to Gabriel D. Roberts talk about his uber demento-Christian upbringing that got me thinking about a topic I’ve been meaning to write about for quite some time now. Namely, why do so many Christians, who spend a large portion of their lives supposedly battling Satan, seem to think he’s the biggest panty-waste imaginable?
One of the most absolutely unexpected things that happened after I started my occult practice seven years ago was that I ended up running head on into themes that echo throughout the core tenets of all the world’s major religions. This is all stuff I’d completely written off as ridiculous in my more rebellious youth. I rejected Christianity at age sixteen because, well, there are just too many holes in the logical infrastructure there to stand up to much of my youthful critical thinking.… Read the rest
To say that I have a complicated relationship with the writings of Robert Anton Wilson would be a bit of an understatement. Although I started reading his work in my early 20’s, I was never honestly that huge a superfan outside of the books Sex & Drugs (edited down from his original title of Sex, Drugs, and the Occult by his publisher – now re-released as Sex, Drugs, and Magick) and Cosmic Trigger I: Final Secret of the Illuminati. Yeah, strangely enough, the only other books I ever read by the guy were The Illuminatus Trilogy and Promethus Rising. Truthfully, I wasn’t even totally stoked on Illuminatus. Kind of thought it was structured almost intentionally lazily which gave him (and Robert Shea) the ability to write down whatever thoughts happened to pop into their heads while they were stoned with zero regard for structure. Because of that I would actually recommend the much more underrated DNA Cowboys Trilogy by Mick Farren if you’re into this sort of epic mindfuckery.… Read the rest
Back in 2011, Disinfo helped impart the terrible news that one of my favorite publications in the history of the universe, Arthur, was unfortunately closing down shop (Arthur R.I.P.) due to financial strains, but we failed to tell you the upside. It came back.
So, we’re a little late on this story actually as the new issue officially dropped on December 22nd (those crazy kids) but that’s okay because I just got around to reading the last half of it over weekend anyway. Holy rad.
Arthur holds a special place in my heart. It was the interview they did with Grant Morrison back in 2004 (super embarrassing, didn’t even know who he was at the time) that maybe planted the first suggestion compelling me towards pursuing westernized occultism and chaos magick. A few years before that point I’d burnt out completely reading books about UFO’s and remote viewing. Thanks for pointing me in the right direction fine people.… Read the rest