Tuesday, December 21, 2004

The Season Of Supposed Good Cheer

Well folks, once again, it's that time of year.
So let me tell you a story, steeped, ages deep in vainglory,
About this season of supposed good cheer.
Long, long ago when this world was quite young,
Most people believed in religion that said man and nature were one.
The symbol of this synthesis was half-animal and half-man:
A totally harmless, flute playing sprite who reveled in life,
Worshiping only the light, and all folk called him - Pan.
Goat horned and hooved was he, a simple illustration, you see,
Of the wide world in balance, nature and human life in close harmony.
But then a new religion arose calling the innocent old faith perfidy,
Based on a concept of life as anthro(as opposed to eco)centricity.
With intolerance it was rife and after its god it did hight: Christianity.
Thereupon the folk all were told (and forced to say it was true)
That all the old ways were wrong, that the new god was so strong.
Thus the god of the old faith became the "devil" of the new!
Gross cruelty and persecution did then begin, and thereafter did ensue
The evil times: "The Dark Ages"- church caused and all should, to this very day, rue.
So for all the gentle souls who were tortured, or at the stake burned,
For believing in their religion, for persevering about nature to care,
Let us offer up a paean (or call it a prayer) to whatever god you dare:
That from theocentricity, hatred and bigotry be all religions turned;
That, no longer should anyone, because of their faith, have to fear!
Then this season might truly be, for all, one of good cheer!

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Oh, and by the way - The Point!

There were quite a few ways in which my LSD experiences changed me I must say. I don't believe my relative 'sanity' was ever an issue. A supposed IQ of 172 brings with it an expectation of, at least, eccentricity. The integration of my disparate characters (the results of childhood abuse which created Multiple Personality Disorder) was a plus, my emerging abilities as a conscious channel were unexpected but welcome, and certainly, becoming the world's most facile and prolific neologist since James Joyce (something to do with the chemically induced re-wiring of my brain's linguistic sectors, coupled with my already exceptionally large vocabulary) added to my unique worth as a writer!

So, a caution, Gentle Reader. Just as old maps emblazoned with blank spaces labeled "Terra Incognita" were wont to impute, at this point I believe it behooves me, in this, my guise as the 'anonymous narrator' (or "Central Scrutinizer" as Frank Zappa so aptly named it) to warn that, where the mapmakers of old felt compelled to say: "Here Be Dragons!"; I will, for those who can only navigate with prescriptive dictionarial sextants and transits say - "Here be Neologisms!"

These missives are meant to be the metaphorical mitochondria of a singular seed, one genetivcally engineered, by myself, to produce a paticular type of life: The mythical "Tree Of Life"!

Friday, December 10, 2004

Bytes Of History

The current state of governmental behavior modification research, at least in my own experience in the past 10 years, involves the use of various designer analogs of methamphetamine sulphate, created by "confidential informant"-"cooks", or covert government agents, usually in small, easily isolated semi-urban areas like Golden, Colorado where the combination of long term repressive 'dirty' officials and cops, and acceptance of the abrogation of 4th amendment freedoms by 'compromised' (ie: blackmailed, or coerced) individual citizens can facilitate the incursion of black-ops teams and individuals.

Here are some links that delineate the state of affairs up till now:






































Thursday, December 09, 2004

Promises, promises.

Back in the '70's, there was a story spread by Art Linkletter and his ilk, that two students had taken LSD and stared at the sun until they went blind. This was just another example of "The Big Lie" which has been used consistantly by people for whom psychotropic mind-alteration is a contravention of their pre-conceived and easily-proven-to-be-irrational world-view. People like those, when consistantly unable to make the facts fit their theories, invent horror stories to convince their audience of the righteousness of their positions. Now don't get me wrong, I do not advocate drug use, other than medicinally , by anyone at any time - it is more often a distraction from facing life's problems than an aid in resolving them. On the other hand, I believe it is counter-productive to prevaricate in ANY instance, even when communicateing that truth might seem to be counter-productive to one's goals in the long run. You cannot empirically evaluate ANY theory by altering the facts! ("Ye shall know the Truth, and the Truth shall make you free.")

Both Art and Richard Nixon PROMISED me 'flashbacks'! They said that LSD would come back to plague those who imbibed for the rest of their lives - I WISH! I have NEVER had a flashback and never had a bad pysical or psychological experience from my previous use of etheogenic substances. But I am just one person and my experiences do not define the whole.

I have always believed that the means define the ends, and one cannot spread light while casting dark shadows upon any subject material. Unfortunately the whole repressive, fear-based climate with regard to the study of anecdotal psychopathology these days has become antithetical to true, empirical research into the nature of drug use, and abuse; and the powers-that-be have no interest in 'knowing the truth', even scientifically. If any studies show positive results that contradict current policy they are immediately excoriated as "wrong", and publically
obfuscated as such.

There is a reason for this, and that is that the "War On Drugs" has turned into a job-security-and-profit based, self-perpetuating assault on the Bill Of Rights, perpetrated by a criminal subculture consisting of high-ranking political and religious idealogues, compromised Federal agents, 'dirty' undercover drug cops and sociopathic rodential "Confidential Informants". Such is the sorry state of the republic's behavior modification gloss today.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

The Worm Realizes It CAN Turn

A few years after my handler and I and a few more of "the crew" had moved to Colorado because Richard Nixon (being out of the black-ops loop) had started trying to find out where all this LSD was coming from and that was compromising our operations in CA, and a few years before the "Company" gave up on LSD as a behavior modifacation tool and sent C. E. to run a 'Trekker' bar on Lake Atitlan, in Guatemala (ostensibly to keep an eye on things for them there because, as a Native American, he looked like an "indio" and was less suspicious than some 'Anglo') we found living in what used to be the town bordello of old Central City during the filming of the movie: "The Duchess And The Dirtwater Fox" with Goldie Hawn and George Segal.

The cast and crew had taken over the town and transformed it into a relica of 1800's San Francisco because most of the buildings had been preserved in that era's style. For a week they covered up all the asphalt on the streets with dirt, painted brick or put planks on all the concrete sidewalks, got all the cars out of town and brought in horse drawn buggies and wagons, repainted the downtown local storefronts and even went so far as to set up newspaper stands with 1800's copies of "The San Francisco Chronicle" on all the street corners.

C. E. (who was renting the room next door) and I had been invited to the cast party the night before and he had evidently awakened a bit overhung and had forgotton the reason behind the town's transformation behind too much expensive champagne, because he came bursting into my room after he had ventured downstairs and wandered outside. I'll never forget the look of absolute astonishment on his face as he yelled at me from the door: "John, come quick - we've been transported back in time!!!"

It was then I knew that all of my LSD inspired brainstorms and epiphanies and the subsequent 'reports' (qv: "Naked Lunch", by William Burroughs) they had generated about things like "Probablity Vector Calculus" and "'N'th. Dimensional Shifting", as well as all my insistant rants about most Science Fiction actually being cutting edge Theoretical Physics had at least had an effect upon him and perhaps had influenced those beyond him. 'Twas then I realized that THIS 'worm' COULD turn!