Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Turn and Qoph: To The Moon Alice


The breaking of the power of time short circuits karma, shortcircuits the dreadful power of world itself, exerted over the individual unless by some salvific event it is cancelled.  For the Gnostics, this was Christ's true role.  Something must occur that triggers off the final meta-abstracting; Plato spoke of something encountered that reminds us of our forgotten former life.  I call it a "disinhibiting stimulus."  Maybe it's a large black slab, as in 2001. (I seem to be joking but I am not.  My meta-abstracting in February 1974 did not randomly happen; it was induced)

                                                        PKD, 2/14/81 in a letter to Patricia Warrick


The OHED (Oxford Hebrew English Dictionary) gives the letter Qoph a transliteration value of 'Q' or 'K' and a final transliteration value as a 'ck'. 


The Moon is the Path of Qoph that is between Netzach (victory) with Malkuth (Kingdom) and is the Path of Transition where the Soul begins the process of incorporating the body. It's planetary sign is Pisces.  At first, the Path of Qoph is a process of the Soul's organization of the physical body it will "inhabit" 

For the student who wishes to reclaim their Universal Inheritance, the journey of awakening from the "Sleep' of incorporation is begun by traveling "upward" along the Path of Qoph, into the Dark recesses of the Unconscious, and its illusions of fear and destruction brought on by the survival mind's fear of Death.  In other words we must slay the demons of our own animal death/fear of pain-illusions to remember the multidimensional Daemon consciousness that we are. This awakening process is a conquest of phantoms reflected from the material world, i.e. "Creations of the Created" and so it is a Path out of darkness into the reflected light of the Sun.


In Episode Six of the Sixth Season of Mad Men, Roger Sterling and Don Draper are at the airport waiting to fly to Detroit to meet with Chevrolet.  They hope to pitch a successful campaign to win the account of an as yet unnamed "top secret" automobile project.  Unbeknownst to them, and to the delight of advertising rivals loudly "coughing" down the way, the SCDP agency has lost another big account, this time it is Vick's, makers of cough drops. A qoph suppressant.

The "top secret" automobile project is the Chevy Vega.  Vega is the brightest star in the Lyra constellation (sometimes referred to as "The Falling Eagle").  The spectrum of Vega was first photographed in 1872 by Henry Draper--wait, who?

Henry Draper was the son of John William Draper, who began the art of astrophotography in 1840 when he produced an image of the Moon using the daguerrotype process.  It seems as though fate has already chosen Don Draper, but as the moment of truth approaches, the path to Vega looks quite grim for the agency of SCDP.

The Chevy Vega account is all the more essential for the survival of SCDP with the loss of Vick's (cough).  The competition is strong, and Don has little confidence that he can bring the big fish (Pisces) home.   In a desperate, last minute scramble Don merges his agency with CGC.  Not only is CGC home to Peggy Olson, one of Don's most successful proteges, it also is home to Ted Chaough, he of the make-believe surname.  What's in a name anyways?


Ted Chaough = Death Cough

"The Moon is the Path of Qoph that is between Netzach with Malkuth and is the Path of Transition where the Soul begins the process of incorporating the body."

What will Draper's Soul find when it incorporates into the Body?  The lungs and liver of a man twice his age.  But this Death Cough is not as dire as it might seem on/under the surface.

The merger with CGC is a successful one and their new supergroup has won not just the Chevy Vega account, but all of Chevrolet (SCDP and CGC don't have a new name yet, but it most likely will have to reflect the loss of P and G--Price and Gleason/Parental Guidance?).  

As we enter Epsiode 7, entitled A Man With A Plan, we have to wonder, who is the Man and what is his Plan?

The newly merged agency, whether they like it or not, is going to the Moon via the Path of Qoph taking both Vega, the "Falling Eagle", and Don Draper, the once rising, now falling Star of the advertising world.

Another falling eagle/falling star, is the United States of America, which also is on the path to the Moon, based on the directives of John F. Kennedy.  Qoph means "back of the head".  Ouch.

Both John F. Kennedy and Don Draper have a profound love of women, and for Don, his current fascination is Sylvia Rosen.  




Sylvia Rosen = Liver Say No

Don spends the episode attempting to control Sylvia solely for his own desire and satisfaction, much like he has attempted to control all of his desires and mute all of his pain through the use of alcohol.    Don's body is rejecting his Soul.  His attempt to imprison his body ("You exist for my pleasure")  fails:  Sylvia Rosen/Liver says no.  He then attempts to dismantle his newly merged peer with whiskey, but Ted, although a bit embarrassed, survives.  Near the end of the episode, Don enters a small airplane, (evoking the late John Kennedy Jr.) with Ted as his pilot.  As they travel through the dark stormy airspace, Don is completely filled with fear.  

"The journey of awakening from the "Sleep' of incorporation is begun by traveling "upward" along the Path of Qoph, into the dark recesses of the unconscious, and its illusions of fear and destruction brought on by the survival mind's fear of Death"


But his pilot Ted Chaough has done this before, he has been down this path, and he expertly guides them out of the darkness, above the clouds, and into the light of the sun.

"This awakening process is a conquest of phantoms reflected from the material world, i.e. "Creations of the Created" and so it is a path out of darkness into the reflected light of the Sun.  The Moon is representative of such a journey, as it has both a dark side and reflected side. When facing the darkest fears of your own mind, and of the race, a student undergoes some frightening and devastating  emotional and mental trials that involve real dangers to the physical and mental health of the individual who sense of self is not strong."


As the Episode comes to a close, and all is seemingly fine Robert "Bobby" Kennedy is assassinated.  By a busboy. 

Don has a son, named Robert, whom he calls "Bobby".  Another Robert works at SCDP, who every one calls Bob.  Bob Benson (busboy?), the smiling, affable, regular guy working in accounts.

There was a Robert who played a character named "Benson" in a TV show about a butler who goes from working in the Tate house to working in the mansion of a widowed Governor.  It was also has the distinction of being the first TV show to reference the Internet in a 1985 episode that showed characters accessing ARPANET.


ARPANET = A PARENT

The earliest ideas of the Internet were discussed in 1963, with the first working model, ARPANET,  born on October 29, 1969, a few months after the first successful trip to the Moon.  

" Cabbalists believe that the Tzaddi on this Path (of qoph) can find and unearth the buried Divine Spark and reunite it with the Source."


The first message communicated via ARPANET was very short because the system crashed after only two letters were sent.  The message that was intended was "login", but only "lo" were delivered.  This message could be misinterpreted as a few things.  As a one and a zero (10) or an I and an O (IO).    



  Io, a moon of Jupiter, is very close to the same size as our Moon.

"The work of the Path of Qoph ends with the dissolution of energy back to its source, which is Netzach (victory). Successful understanding of this path, is to understand the relationship of our personality-consciousness to the physical power-tool built for each incarnation and facilitates an awake Soul, who walks in the light rather than a Soul who sleeps in the dark and doesn't operate the Power-Tool it was given to help continue the Great Work. The Moon Card is a reminder that most people/souls, during the cyclic phase of withdrawal of consciousness from the physical Power-Tool, continue to act on information and phantasmagorical  fantasies related to survival subconscious body existence. If not released, the sleeping soul-consciousness becomes a phantom of its own fantasies and are known as Ghosts."



Earlier in this season Don is shown relaxing on the beach with a little light reading, Dante's Divine Comedy, or as it as it is in Italian Divina Commedia (.COM MEDIA?).  Dante's work is a journey from the darkest recesses of hell, Inferno, into the mucky muck of Purgatory, and finally into the light of Paradise.  There are 100 cantos that comprise the epic poem.  This echoes the journey on the path of qoph in design, as well as number:  in Hebrew gematria, qoph has a numerical value of 100.


DON-te's Inferno is certainly his awful childhood; his mother died in childbirth, and according to Don, his father beat him on a regular basis.  When Don was ten he saw his father kicked in the head by a horse and die.  He ran away from his surviving family and found him self in the Korean War, where he finally found an opportunity to escape his past and change the complexion of his life.

Don's enters Purgatory with an assumed identity, where he comes to live with the widow of the real Draper, a woman named Anna who is as much a mother to Don as he ever had, and by this association, grandmother to his children (Anna-gram?).  She is familiar with the Tarot and gives Don a reading in Episode 12, The Mountain King, of Season 2.


"In the position of the Present the card is the Sun reversed, with the 8 of cups as the challenging card.  In my tarot readings, I would read these cards together:  the Sun, reversed, would represent Don in the position he’s in at that moment in time, and the crossing card, the 8 of Cups, as the thing that is getting in his way.  I would say that Don’s been favored with luck, and good fortune, and success, but none of that’s important to him —  he’s dissatisfied and tired of dealing with all the emotion surrounding him.  The Eight of Cups has always seemed to me to have the perfect illustration: the figure in the center walking toward the moon away from all those cups."



"To the Moon Alice, to the Moon"

Yeah, the rabbit hole is confusing, and it takes leaps of faith here and there, so I hope you are following with the required sense of humor and disbelief.


Sylvia Rosen = NY VALIS ROSE


Don Draper is of course not Don Draper, he is correctly Dick Whitman, but where one ends and the other begins is impossible to tell.  I remember another Dick who famously struggled with dual identities. 

Philip K Dick documented this split in two different novels, one reflecting Inferno, the other Purgatory.  In A Scanner Darkly, we have our character lost in the Inferno, literally draped in an identity cloaking device.  In VALIS we have our main character, who, by the divine grace of anamnesis, remembers where he is, but is cleaved into two distinct people, Philip and Horselover Fat.  The synthesis of these two never arrives.       

Dick Whitman is clearly a man cloaked in false identity, and Don Draper can be considered a horse lover, considering what happened to the father who beat him.  These identities remain and struggle for a conscious release of Soul into Paradise.  This release can not be found in the execution of one identity for the other, it can only happen through synthesis, through a merger of the two.  Don/Dick obviously understands this, at least unconsciously.  We've seen him do this a few times already.  What desperately needs to occur for Don/Dick to actualize this consciously.  But what will it take to trigger this realization?  

The Planetary sign of qoph is Pisces, the fish.  Don used to be a big fish in a small pond, but now he is realizing that the Age of Aquarius is ocean wide.  Dick Whitman is realizing that Don Draper has an expiration date, and Don Draper is realizing that underneath it all he is scared and all alone.  Both are drowning.

I have been predicting, hoping that the trigger for Don's synthesis will be achieved through the power of a proper psychedelic experience.  This is a strong possibility considering the experimentation of the 60's, as well as the positive experiences of Draper's partner Roger Sterling with LSD.  And Don has yet to turn down a new and exciting experience.  

This opportunity at synthesis was given to another character from Matthew Weiner's other successful show, The Sopranos.  

Tony Soprano is a character who also struggled with dual identities, even referenced in the title of Episode 53,  "The Two Tony's" (Don imprisons Sylvia in Room 503).

In the second part of Season 6 (season six was split into two halves),  Episode 18 (The Moon = 18) entitled "Kennedy and Heidi"(written by David Chase and Matthew Weiner), Tony Soprano takes mescaline, and is thrust into the cosmos, which for him starts in the belly of the beast, a hotel room in Las Vegas.  Vega again…hmmmm.

After violently purging into the toilet, Tony leans back against a towel.





 The Moon






Wheel of Fortune


"24"


The Empire Never Ended


"He's dead!"


"I get it?"                                                                                                     "I get it!"


Tony failed to synthesize the experience, just like the rest of the people in his family.  He couldn't get out.  Carmela tried to divorce herself from The Family, but she returned.  A.J. got a job making minimum wage, and proposed to his girlfriend, but winds up back in the The Family when he accepts a job as a producer in Carmine Lupertazzi's porn studio.  Meadow strives to become a lawyer, even working in a law center in the inner city, but she is eventually pulled back into The Family when she becomes engaged to Patrick Parisi.  

I hope when Don/Dick gets his chance he has built solid wings.


  

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

In A Way I Feel Really Bitter



Superman is Uselyss...


without Crypto-Night.



I have to give up; but let me say:

This meta-abstracting due to anamnesis is equal to the following.  A child learns that one apple plus one apple equals two apples.  He then learns that one table plus one table equals two tables.  (I remember this from my four-volume set on math).  Then a day comes when he abstracts; it is no longer one apple plus one apple nor one table plus one table; it is: one and one equal two.  This is an enormous leap in abstracting; it is a quantum leap in brain function.  My reference books on universals mention this;  my reference books speak of this abstracting, which we all do, as what Plato and Aristotle spoke of when they spoke of the person becoming aware of universals.  But I say, Another leap exists, beyond this; another quantum leap.  And this next leap does not occur to everyone; in fact it occurs only to a few, to almost no one now.  It is truly dependent on anamnesis, whereas the above, as Aristotle pointed out, rightly, does not depend on anamnesis.  The child does not in fact remember or recollect that one and one equals two; he extrapolates from the concrete examples of apples and tables.  Plato knew that another and higher leap existed, based on anamnesis, and it meant a leap from the spatiotemporal world to another world entirely.  Perhaps this is the greatest leap of all, because now world is apprehended by pure intellect alone.  Anyhow, this is what happened to me.  It is a recovery of prenatal thinking and the prefallen life of the soul.  Plato is right.  I’m worn out.  But this was no insight or concept;  this was a higher brain function, a restored brain function.

Within our spatiotemporal universe it is impossible that USA 1974 and Rome AD 45 could be one and the same…how could they be?  They are at two times and two places.  The only way they could be one and the same would be if time and space were somehow not real; or, put another way, if something about the two continua themselves were not real.  That is, if Rome was not Rome; USA was not USA; but both were a third thing, the same thing.



This is why I call it a meta-abstraction.  USA 1974 and Rome AD 45 are two ways of looking at the same thing: two aspects of the same thing.  And the only way you are ever going to realize this is if you literally actually see the two of them superimposed, commingled; and this will only happen if you experience anamnesis; and you will only experience this anamnesis if something stimulates-releases, actually-your blocked memory.

You cannot logically reason out that they are one and the same thing (two expressions of a single essence); you have to see it.  Literally see it.  Only if there is prenatal memory can you see this.  And there can only be prenatal memory if you existed before your birth.  You realize this, too; this is a large part of the anamnesis; in fact, this is why I have used this term all along.  Plato is right;  the anamnesis is of a prenatal life.  This was my realization when I saw the Christian fish sign.  I’ve known this all along.  What I only recently realized is that my brain instantly performed a crucial meta-abstraction based on this anamnesis.

I am saying, “One plus one equals two” to people who are saying, “One apple plus one apple equals two apples.  One table plus one table equals two tables.”  It’s not their fault.  I’m sorry but the difference between my meta-abstraction as a brain function and their abstracting, their brain function, is that great.  I’m lucky.  Because of my sodium pentathol and the Christian fish sign my blocked memory of my prenatal life was disinhibited.  After making the initial leap in meta-abstracting my brain drew conclusion after conclusion, day after day; and I saw world more and more in terms of conceptual or morphological arrangement and less and less in terms of the spatio-temporal; I continued to abstract reality more and more, based on the hierarchy of realms (each higher one possessing more unity and ontology than the lower) that Plotinus describes.  In a way I feel really bitter: because I can’t tell anyone or convince anyone of what I saw.  I’m afraid VALIS won’t convince anyone.  I feel like joining them and saying, “When I payed my recording of the Mahler Eighth last night the performance was a lot better than when I played that recording last week.”  They’d think I was a lunatic.  That’s how I feel about them, in a way. 


19 October 1980 PKD, Exegesis



Sunday, April 14, 2013

Kuwinky-Dyncs: Joys To The World



I pity your oldself I was used to.  Now a younger's there.  Try not to part.  Be happy dear ones!  May I be wrong!  For she'll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother.



My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.  



In peace and silence.  I could have stayed up there for always only.  It's something fails us.   First we feel.  Then we fall.  And let her rain now if she likes.  



 Gently or strongly as she likes.  Anyway let her rain for my time is come.  I done me best when I was let.  Thinking always if I go all goes.  A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me?  One in a thousand of years of the nights?  All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming loathed to me.  And I am loathing their little warm tricks.  And loathing their mean cosy turns.  And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls.  And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies.  How small it's all!  



And me letting on to myself always.  And lilting on all the time.  I thought you were all glittering with the noblest carriage.  



You're only a bumpkin.  I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory.  You're but a puny.  Home!  My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can.  For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags.  No!  Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din.  I can seen myself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled.  



How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast!  And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair!  For 'tis they are the storms.  Ho hang!  Hang ho!  And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free.  Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name!  But I'm loathing them that's here and all I loathe.  Loonely in me loneness.  For all their faults.  I am passing out.  O bitter ending!  I'll slip away before they're up.  They'll never see.  Nor know.  Nor miss me.  



And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick 





and I rush, my only, into your arms.  





I see them rising!  Save me from those terrible prongs!  Two more. Onetwo moremens more.  So.  Avelaval.  My leaves have drifted from me.  All.  



But one clings still. 



I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!  So soft this morning ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair.



If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to wash-up.  Yes, did.  There's where.  First.  We pass through grass behush the bush to.  Whish!  A gull.  Gulls.  Far calls.  Coming, far!  End here.  Us then.  Finn, again!  Take. 
 Bussoftlhee, mememormee!  
Till thousendsthee.

Lps.  

The keys to.  Given!  A way a lone a last a loved a long the


James Joyce, Finnegans Wake: page 627-628

Friday, April 12, 2013

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Legal Lies: It's What's For Breakfast


TRI AND BEET U.S. KELLS, TRI AND BEET U.S. 
ONWANLIG


I found a copy of Finnegans Wake in a dream.  I opened the book to a random page and found that, much like in waking life, Joyce offered my eyes very little that made sense.  As I tried to read, the text began to morph and twist into a completely unreadable mess.  This upset me.

The more I focused, the more I tried to comprehend, the stranger the text became.  Then a voice, and I remembered:  read it out loud.  As I began to speak, the letters on the page started to tremble and dance, and the sound of a simple message emerged from the muck: "Santa Claus opens the third eye." And with that, I closed the book.

There is the story of the American in the train who saw another American carrying a basket of unusual shape. His curiosity mastered him, and he leant across and said: "Say, stranger, what you got in that bag?" The other, lantern-jawed and taciturn, replied: "Mongoose".  The first man was rather baffled, as he had never heard of a mongoose.  After a pause he pursued, at the risk of a rebuff: "But say, what is a Mongoose?" "Mongoose eats snakes", replied the other.  This was another poser, but he pursued: "What in hell do you want a Mongoose for?" "Well, you see", said the second man (in a confidential whisper) "my brother sees snakes". The first man was more puzzled than ever; but after a long think, he continued rather pathetically: "But say, them ain't real snakes". "Sure", said the man with the basket, "but this Mongoose ain't real either".

Aleister Crowley


 "WE NEED TO STOP THEM!  WE NEED A MONGOOSE!"

Have you ever seen a pregnant woman smoking a cigarette?  Did you stop her, or did you not want to offend?  She said she really needed it; did anyone ask her child?
Have you ever seen a child eating Flaming Hot Cornmeel and drinking KornSyrupz for breakfast?  Did you stop them, or did you not want to offend?  He doesn't like oatmeal, at least he's eating breakfast.  
Do you still eat the fast-füd at McBurgendy's?  Where are the cooks in that place?
Do you believe the Poper is infallible?  He doesn't believe in birth control, do you?
Do you know the political composition of the Pwesident of the United States?  Does the Pwesident even care about the political composition of the United States?

The pregnant woman is beautiful, the child is cute.  The fast-food is convenient, the Pope is Holy, and the President is the People's choice.

We are drowning in labels.  Talismanic magic it used to be called.  Sigils.  Logos.  Brand names.

Demonic magic it used to be called.

Do you know how powerful this magic is?  Even if you are legally bound by law to print "THIS CAUSES CANCER" on the label of your product, there's a good chance people will still spend money to consume it.
Fuck, YOU CAN STILL SELL IT.

As long as you tell the public, as long as you list all those strange unnatural ingredients that make up your biscuit, people will put it into their mouth with out bothering to translate the language.  They'll just laugh at the sounds of the funny wurdz:  ASS-PUR-TAYME.

Maybe James Joyce was onto something.  Imagine if things were a little more cryptic.  Maybe instead of being explicit, instead of laying it all out there, what if instead the label on a pack of cigarettes was a riddle.  What if it only said:

HHIS CLAWSE IST KANT SEER

"For years I smoked Carlboro Manthol cigarettes, and I always wondered WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?  It was always just so bizarre.  Was it German?  Then one day, after my chemotherapy, I found this book that talked about the logic behind something called "dream language."  Yeah, I know, new-agey hippy-dippy bullshit, right?  Anyways, this guy starts talking about some really far out stuff, and he says that language, all language speaks to us on more than just one level, and what that label means, when you translate it using the logic of this "dream language",  he says that HHIS CLAWSE IST KANT SEER is trying to tell us something that they can't say in English, something they would never, could never put explicitly on the label:

 THIS CAUSES CANCER

Weird, right?  And you know what?  When I connected the dots, when I got it, I just threw up all over myself right there in the diner,  I just absolutely lost it.  I mean, my father smoked, my father's father smoked.  Smoking was always just, you know, one of the things that we liked to do, like sniffing glue, or drinking paint.  But considering the fact that my father drowned when his lungs started bleeding, and his father had a fifteen pound tumor on his face.  Considering that I just had my nuts removed because of the lump…..I mean, all this time this weird little thing we joked about, and it was a fucking warning, right there in front of us the whole goddamn time.  What it was trying to tell us was, you know, THIS STUFF IS POISON.  The horror of that moment, it just….it was a physical reaction.  I just walked out of that place in a daze, covered in puke.  I didn't even realize that I had torn my bag.  I guess that mess I left behind did a lot of damage to the folks eating there, I really feel awful about that, but...

 I mean, god…..

why didn't anyone tell us what it meant?"

I just talked to a guy with heart disease who had to go to the emergency room with atrial fibrillation.  When he arrived, they questioned him about his activities that day, and what he had for breakfast and lunch.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he mentioned he had "one of those energy drinks."  The ER staff looked at him in horror and shame. "What the fuck did you do THAT for?"  
                                             
One can of "energy drink" = emergency room.  

He almost died from 8 ounces of drink.



post-apocalyptic folk-rock 


TRI AND BEET U.S. KELLS, TRI AND BEET U.S. 
ONWANLIG


Morning Dew
5% Juice!

What's that other 95%?

You know how only bourbon made in Kentucky can rightfully be called "bourbon"?  Or only sparkling wine made in the Champagne region of France can be called "champagne"?
How about only 100% oranges can be called "oranges", or 100% orange juice can be called "orange juice"?
Big Tobacco is not tobacco.  Big Government is not Government.  Processed food is not food.  
If the smell of your bowel movement makes you sick, 
YOU ARE SICK.