"That airport CBGB's...it's clearly a Nathan For You type think piece. I think it's fantastic. A commentary on cultural appropriation in the smartphone age. Hilariously subversive don't you think? You can really see the dividing line in this country between those that get it and those that don't."
Seated before my TV set I watched and waited for another message. I, one of the members of the little Rhipidon Society which still, in my mind, existed. Like the satellite in miniature in the film Valis, the microform of it run over by the taxi as if it were an empty beer can in the gutter, the symbols of the divine show up in our world initially at the trash stratum. Or so I told myself. Kevin had expressed this thought. The divine intrudes where you least expect it.
“Use iAhuasca with care and with respect as to the transformations it can achieve, and you have an extraordinary research tool. Go banging about with a psychedelic drug for a Saturday night turn-on, and you can get into a really bad place, psychologically. Or you can get into a really good place.
Know why you're watching, decide just why you're listening, and you can have a rich experience. They're not addictive, and they're certainly not escapist, either, but they're exceptionally valuable tools for understanding magic, and how it works.”
They say 50% of John Dee’s journals were burned in a stove before they were salvaged.
Rather miraculous. But if not miraculous, 50% of John Dee’s writings were hidden.
Whether the texts of John Dee are what survived or what was left behind, we know that they are incomplete.
PKD’s Exegesis has been edited in all published editions, it is incomplete.
The letter i in mathematics stands for an imaginary number. These incomplete journals of Dee and PKD have the wound of Amfortas.
This is where is where Dee and PKD meet in unison, their fundamental understanding of mathematics and the transformation of mathematics through the use of an imaginary number.
Oppenheimer + DSOTM + WYWH + A + TW (Side D>Side A>Side B)
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul”