Time Fluid As Water

A Disease Far Better Than The Cure

2008-06-09T21:52:28Z

New article up at foolishpeople.com

Part hypersigil, part true story:

Excerpt:

"Something happened on Sunday November 8th, 1992 at 1:44pm according to a very old and very nice Waltham Pocket Watch; something that has guided nearly every choice I have made since. J had been willed that watch by an elderly woman who neither J nor anyone in her immediate family had ever met, but who claimed in the note accompanying the watch, to be a long estranged family member. Three days after a man who wore his suit like a bullet proof vest delivered the watch to J she phoned me. That November had rolled in like the last train home finally reaching the station, and so though I probably should have been surprised to get that call from J, who I had not seen or heard from in the two years since the incident at reservoir number one in Framingham Massachusetts, I was not surprised in the least. The conversation was brief and without the usual soporific emotional pretenses people indulge in when they run into old friends they haven’t seen in whatever passes for a long time in their minds. J is not a cliché; she is laughter in the mausoleum. “Meet me at the red brick building across from the reservoir in two hours.” and then dial tone. "

New Article

2008-05-03T12:07:50Z

My newest article for Foolishpeople.com is now up. Future Selves And Summers On The Shore tells the weird but true story of an early encounter with a future self.

Foolish People

2008-03-26T22:30:56Z

You can now download the Foolish People Portfolio here

Aside from being a nice overview of their work, it's also very, very pretty to look at.

Enjoy.

A Conspiracy Of Timelines

2008-03-09T03:13:57Z

Foolishpeople.com Introduces.....

2008-03-08T23:12:46Z

Me!

I was recently asked by the artistic director of The Foolish People, John Harrigan, to be a writer for their website.

I'll be contributing at least an article a month (more when I'm feeling industrious or have something special to say) to the site. The subject of all these articles will have to do with time/hyperdimensional magick. Though I'm certainly far from a Thelemite, my work with this subject could aptly enough be described as my Great Work. This is something of a match made in heaven for me. I have the utmost respect for John as an artist, a magician and indeed as a human being; my respect for what The Foolish People do as a unit is likewise immense. I am absolutely privileged and honored to have been offered this opportunity.

With all the gushing out of the way...

My first article is up now and can be read here.

Additionally you may be interested in the very kinds words John had to say about me here.

U2 - Night And Day

2008-01-16T21:25:58Z

timespinning @ 2007-09-16T05:53:00

2007-09-16T11:01:10Z

Sep 6, 2007

Single-atom entanglement goes further

Physicists in the US have managed to entangle two individual atomic ions that are one metre apart. Their system, which is the first to uses photons to remotely entangle a pair of atomic ions, could pave the way for the construction of practical quantum information networks (Nature 449 68).

timespinning @ 2007-09-14T23:00:00

2007-09-15T04:18:19Z

Nietzsche: “The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!”. One of the advantages that Nietzsche finds in the doctrine is that it removes the need for an Aristotelian “unmoved mover” to create a beginning of time.

Time As..

2007-08-19T14:44:51Z

It Me.

Time is position related to position.
Time is memory of being positioned in a position.
Time is memory of a different shape.

Remember time is just a word to say..

IT=ME.

Every Co-incidence..e=mcRELATIVELYinfinite.

2007-04-11T17:29:14Z

Gives~ we=i < G+Ht=TT~ (8)to A.scale.A, de?
be=scale. DB?, db b! [H=Ow *to? +C>r~Os+s=EX
._.eye-d Man>u=al co/or=d~in>a(ti/on =with>in>
e-a-ch eyeball.
Man>u=al fo~c=us, man-
ual re-t>in(a
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Anybody see code?

Time can be symbolized as relative positioning.

T=69 or T=T to be more precise.
T is symbolic of perspective.

edit ATMOSPHERE

we will deconstruct into groupings of symbols for the purpose of defining in relative sense, cosmic intention within current Pejorative defining capabilities.

AT - A=envelope or triangulated containment T=percieve via relative sensum
MO - M=magnetic type activity O=relative spherical range as per T.
SP - S=hot/cold equilibruim hot high P=orbit moving body via M.
HE - H=two bodies, equality in contact E=comparitive measure
RE - R=akin to P with a rebonding reach E=comparitive measure

updat:

we will, already!

2007-03-26T22:26:29Z

some fellow students of All Things and i will be doing a working, tomorrow night, (7-9 ish pm Pacific USA Time) to contact our future selves, pass handy info back and forth, etc.

while researching ways to go about it, etc. i stumbled across this.... :)

http://www.tv.com/south-park/my-future-self-n-me/episode/215603/recap.html

The 78 Piece Time Machine

2006-09-18T09:17:05Z

Divination, in modern occult circles anyway, is the practice of attempting to discern the most probable future based on conditions at the time of the divination. The tarot is probably the most common tool used for divination. Though there any number of ways touse the tarot, it usually involves layouts where the specific position a card is placed has some symbolic relevance. For example a common and simple three card layout ascribes temporal signifigance to each position eg past present and future. Typically the reader will try to discern how the past has impacted the present situation, and then how past and present trends might impact the future. In fact many tarot layouts contain positions relating to a linear time frame of events, which allow for many possible future outcomes, but always a fixed past and present.

That might seem common sense at first, obviously the future not having happened yet is subject to change. That said, predicting anything through the medium of ornate playing cards pretty much defies "common sense" on many levels. The observer effect states that the way we observe or don't observe something affects what is being observed. Considering this, isn't it feasible that the very act of trying to predict/observe the future influences the future?

The butterfly effect the observation that due to sensativity to initial conditions, the introduction of even seemingly insignificant variables to a system may result in major changes in the behavior of that system. I'd argue that it is precisely this principle which allows magick to work. While it is true that many acts of magick seem to depend on things which are not as subtle as the flutter of butterfly wings, elaborate ritual and the raising of enormous ammounts of mystical energy for example. I would argue that these activities are simply a necessary device that allows a far more subtle thing to transpire and it it is that thing which causes the actual magick. The mechanics of this subtle mechanism are largely mysterious but many astute observers have linked it to an alteration in consciousness. Consciousness altering experiences shouldn't be limited to the most common examples of drug taking or any number of mystical practices like Spares death posture. In truth the click of consciousness central to magick happens any time our conscious mind is distracted into ceasing its costant deliberation. Children at play, artists in creation all know that sense of timelessness. This sort of mental distraction is also the reason for the deeply symbolic nature of tarot decks. The mind becomes distracted sussing out arbitrary arrangements zeroing in on a single version of events. In other words divination is a highly effective way to cause the future to manifest in a specific way rather than being a way to read possible futures.

Any future event is a Schrodinger's cat, whether you are attempting to obseve the cat with the tarot, or attempting to use ritual to affect the cat in the box both of these seemingly different practices are way to "observe" the cat in question.

Getting back to those tarot layouts, we notice an unmistakably linear quality to them. However if we accept atleast the possibility that any attempt to observe the future will affect it, how can we be so sure that our attempts to suss out and explore the events of the past which are affecting our present are not similarly influenced by our observations? We can not directly observe the past and so it's Schrodinger's kittens all over again. Though it is tempting to point to our recorded history or even our memories as proof of observation, our very ability to look back at the way events were interpreted by observers in "the past" shows all too quickly how unreliable those observations are. In effect what we think of as the past, a collection of memories both our own and those of others committed to record are just the box in which the cat we call history is contained.

This may seem to defy common sense but then so does magick, so does the world of quantum reality, and yet in some subtle way way we know that these things are tied to and affect our common sense reality.

Considering all of this, it is entirely feasible to use divination in general and the tarot specifically for retroactive enchantment. There are any number of ways to go about this,the two most obvious are creating tarot layouts which imply the same sense of malleability of the past that they do the future. We can also stack the deck, which is is after all a pretty succint definition of magick itself.

Retroactive magick is an especially subtle operation. Whether conditioning or biology or both, we are predisposed to a linear view of time. This is important to keep in mind, because zeroing in one one future or past does not negate the other options, they are still just as real as ever. Our linear view is necessary for a variety of reasons, but our personal need to create a coherant history does not make other histories dissapear just because we are observing one specific history and not others.Even in the face of evidence to the contrary, linear perception is inescapable for anything more than brief moments. In Psybermagick Peter Carroll describes tricking your subconscious into believing that you will find a lost object in a place you wish to find it. He suggests that you can even pick a place you've already looked in provided you can make your memory of that search as hazy as possible. My own experience here shows that using places that are sort of chaotic like the inside of purse, or a table heaped up with "junk" are ideal places to use in this kind of work, another way to stack the deck as it were.

So combining the ability to manipulate our memory and adopting the belief that the past is malleable we can use the tarot to change the past to affect the present just as we might change things in the present to affect the future. In this case you'll need to make your memory of the events hazy as well as your memory of stacking the tarot deck in your favor. Any recollection of "the real past" durring this kind of work will short ciruit your efforts, as they constitute taking peeking into Schrodinger's box. This sort of work can be sort of confusing and disturbing and it is for that reason that adopting the belief that the past is malleable also serves as a protective measure.

Anyway, for the love of whatever, don't take my word on any of this, give it a try for yourself. And if and when you get it to work, ask yourself how much is possible? If you can use it to "find" you keys, can you use it to heal past injuries? If you can use it to heal yourself, can you use it to start healing the horrors of our common sense reality?

"The problem for scientists is that they are observing and trying to describe effects due to something which they refuse to believe can exist. The problem for magicians is that they refuse to believe that the effects they create or observe could be due to something for which equations could be written"- Peter Carroll

Magick Moments in Time

2006-08-21T18:56:24Z

Copied from my personal journal by request from sammaelhain

One of the most special moments I can remember was one still autumn night about 4 years ago in which I was having doubts about pretty much everything I thought I was. It was an evening in which October and I had planned to cast a circle together and perform a ritual. I decided I couldn't do it as I was feeling too weak. He took my hand and led me outside into the back garden. At the time we lived somewhere with a fantastic countryside view and being a clear night we could see for miles to the hills in the distance, and the moon was full. He held my hands up to the sky and told me to close my eyes and breathe deeply. I felt the magick entering my body through my fingertips and running through my veins. It quickened me. October spoke softly to me in my ear and asked me how I felt and to describe who I was. I felt as though I was the goddess, I was everything, and it didn't matter who I was, what I believed or what my personality was made up of. Because for that moment nothing mattered, I couldn't think, could only feel and the world was my own.

I often go back to this moment when I am feeling weak and need a boost to my magick confidence, or when I am doubting myself. And everytime I do go back, the scene seems to become stronger. Sometimes my thoughts wander back there when I am feeling particularly magickal or full of mysterious energy.

I wonder at times whether I draw strength from a moment in which I felt strong, or whether the only reason that moment was so strong was because I worked with it so much in the years that followed. A sort of time magick thing.

Other small things that have had me considering time of late may or may not be of any significance. I had a very painful leg the other day and had absolutely no idea how I had hurt it. It went on for a couple of days, the pain, until I knocked it in exactly the place it had been hurting. Ah, that explains it, I thought. During the same week I pulled out a knitted patchwork quilt my gran had made for me. I was drinking milk at the time and accidently spilled some onto it. Ahh, that explains why it mysteriously smelt of milk when I first got it despite it never having been used or spilt on before, I thought.

Magick @ Burning Man

2006-08-21T13:53:23Z

Hey Everyone;

I know a few of you are going to Burning Man.. and thought I would pass this along.

We are doing a qabbalistic tesserect as part of our Work. :)

in LVX;
Soror.Veleda.216
******
Occultists' Cocktail and Mummy Unwrapping Soiree
Wednesday 7:00-9:00 pm
Temple of All Gods Cell in the Mad Scientists
Collective
@3:00 and Esplanade

Magicians, Sorcerers, Witches, Sacred Whores, Chaotes,
Priests and all other practitioners of Thee Magickal
Arts take heed... the Temple if All Gods will be
hosting an Occultists' Cocktail and Mummy Unwrapping!
We will be unwrapping a freshly unearthed Mummy to
observe first hand the ancient Mysteries of the mighty
Egyptians, as well as exchanging knowledge and
techniques to hone our mastery of the Unseen Forces
and enjoy the Dark Music of the Fallen Seraphim.

(To step out of period patter for a moment: don't miss
this opportunity to network with your fellow
magicians, occultists and scholars of the esoteric on
the Playa. We'll be spinning dark ambient, trip-hop
and industrial. Feel free to bring a personal
performance, your favorite spirits, your concubines and
your cabana boys.)

The Temple of All Gods is a multi-dimensional
spiritual _expression of the God/Goddess within each
person through dancing, trance and induced altered
states, erasing the veil between the
physical/spiritual through art and music, tantric
intoxication of the flesh and spirit possession in
order to reach a state of pure ecstatic bliss. In more
practical terms, the TAG project is a collection of
magickal individuals and groups from a myriad of
different paths and traditions such as African
Diaspora, Gardnerian Wicca, Thelema, Tantra, Feri,
Hedge Wizardry, and Chaos Magick. We are building a
public temple space with the goal of consciously
working with the magick of Burning Man. The Temple
will be open to all of the magicians, witches, and
shamans of the Playa when it is fully realized in
2007. Throughout the week we will be weaving a variety
of invitational rituals and incantations for the
gourmet magician; visit http://www.templeofallgods.org/.

And so I find yet another place, where interests coincide

2006-07-24T14:20:56Z

Hello all,

I am Morrghan Twilight, a Chaos Mage (Amoung other things, but I think that goes without saying) who works primarily with Time. I began my work in this area months ago, when my WP (Working partner) and I had a need for weekends to feel longer, and for us to arrive ontime to our destination. Thus it has become an obsession and also an art for us.

~Morrghan Twilight

The Web of Time

2006-07-07T06:09:48Z

In my space/time magic workings of late, I decided to create a new tool, basically a box of memories that would be similar to the pensieve in the Harry Potter books. In those books, the Pensieve is a cauldron that holds the memories of a person. Each day memories can be added to the cauldron and if the person wishes, sie can actually go into the pensieve and re-experience the memories (but not alter them). I thought this idea in the HP books was pretty intriguing and wanted to develop a similar tool.

This box is an old box of mine that used to hold a lot of letters from different people I wrote to...so it already had a lot of memories associated with it. The little lock on the door was something I felt apropriate for guarding those memories. It added to the nostaligia of the box and it's innate charm of being a box of memories. Each day when I'd coem home from work I'd open the box, put my fingertips to my temple and then imagine silvery liquid pouring into the box from my fingertips. I'd usually come home overloaded from everything I learned, but as soon as I put those memories into the box the over loaded feeling went away. Also just as with the pensieve, the idea was that I could access any memory I put in the box with exact detail, useful I felt for retaining skills I'd learned when I needed to have access to them again. Still I felt as if something was missing from the box...it seemed limited to just use it for memory work.

I developed this web, based off the flower of Kairos develop by sammaelhain...I'd originally called it the flower of potentiality, but then realized it wasn't really a flower, bound to a physical shape, but more like a web, constantly changing, flowing, and involved with interconnection. It's different from the flower of kairos because it isn't a container unit or outside space/time, but instead flows within time. I'll admit as well that a lot of my space/time work has shifted more toward time and less toward space, with the thought being that space is an identifier and limiter of reality, whereas time is fluid, always in motion, unlimited potential and possibility in the quantum sea. I felt as well that the web represented my connection to not just other people, but to all possible moments of existence I was in...connection to every possible me. This design influenced my original box of memories, as I see it as an extension of that concept.

As you'll note the interior is silver. Part of that being based on the silver strands in the pensieve, and part of it representing silver strands of possibility in the quantum matrix (andrieh_vitimus has a really good workshop on the quantum matrix, and my concept of the web partially came from that workshop. Anyway I painted the web on the inside of the box.

Now when I mediate with box I get a very intriguing feeling of being out of synch in the space I'm in, and aware of access to all potential points of time...similar to some very deep altered states of mind, but involving less work to get there because the box acts an aide. It's possible to surf the past, present, and future possibilities as well as change as needed. One of my current experiments has been to meditate with the box open and in my hands focusing on a specific desired probability, imagining it in extreme detail, feeling, tasting, smelling, hearing, etc the desired probability. When I'm done, I close the box up, storing that experience in it to let the imagined probability be soaked into the web. A few hours later, a day maybe I'll open up the box, to release the energy...and then move on to the next desired probability. Also people could put fetish objects, sigils, etcs into the box to let the box absorb and then release the energy into the web of probabilities.

So that's my latest tool in space/time magic. More updates will arrive on this as its experimented with further.

The Secret Lives Of Schools

2006-06-21T11:46:34Z

The following article is the first part of a series that I have pieced together from various attempts to write about my experiences using school grounds in time magick. Mostly it talks about the earliest experiences I had with a spirit I evoked at a near by school and while it is largely a personal account I think I have been descriptive enough that folks wishing to play with some of these experiences will find places to start. This is in many ways my most ambitious piece of writing to date. Thanks to a recent bit of inspiration I decided to play around with hypertext in these articles. The photographs of school ground I took for these articles are of the school where the events I write about transpire, but they were not actually taken until just recently. Anyway, without out further adieu, I present The Secret Lives Of Schools.

Time and space two things seemingly separate are in fact a single fabric. We can read about these ideas in books, but with magick in mind the challenge is to lift the ideas off the pages and put them into action. School yards are one way to interact with the strange connection between space and time. For me elementary and middle schools are it, more so than high school or college campuses they convey a sense of a time warp, places locked in a cycle of perpetual youth where the faces change but the ages stay the same. There is a commonality between these buildings, something shared that is not explained simply by architecture. For practical reasons schools are only going to be useful when no one is attending them, especially if you can’t possibly pass for a student. I have found however that night time heightens the sense of stepping into some mysterious other side where time/space flows oddly and seems more malleable.

The Otherside

More often than not it is summer here in Virginia Beach, thick and heavy like heat coming off of new asphalt. Summer always makes me lonesome for autumn, and in this this desert of summers school grounds serve me as autumnal oasis’s. I’ve had these two connections; perpetual youth and perpetual autumn since I was about twelve, when both autumn and school yards took on peculiar significance for me. Yet for some reason it wasn’t until a few years ago that I decided this correlation begged to be applied to magick concerning the patterns of time and space.

The school at night.

Walking home one Summer night a while back I caught the scent of autumn on a breeze that had kicked up in front of a little school up on a hill near my apartment.The blue of the sky seemed to grow colder. No one was waiting up for me at home, so I decided to take some time to explore these grounds and breathe in a welcomed reminder of my favorite season. The minute I crossed the invincible borderline between the part of the city that is not this school, and the part of it that is, my sense of the fall grew. Longing washed over me the way hues of crimson and gold wash over foliage that time of year. Architecturally the only similarities between this school and the one 666 miles away to the north which served as the womb for my magickal gestation are the red bricks. Even so I feel like I’ve got one foot in that place as I walk the grounds.

These places all have a spirit which is particular to the specific grounds of the school and yet essentially similar. It shouldn’t be hard for the enterprising magician to find of way of externalizing this poetic notion. I’ve yet to stumble across a school that didn’t feature something that could be used a sigil or totem of that school’s spirit. The school by my apartment for example, right near the rear entrance of the school where the children are unloaded I found a square painted green with a white lizard like foot print in the center. Upon seeing this sigil I launched into an impromptu evocation.

Sigil

I started off by inventing hymnals to past school grounds that had brought me joy, paeans of a misspent youth, a rejoicing in the journey of the fool. I convoked the spirit to appear before me with a litany of sacred verses about discovering the joy of playboys in a tire tunnel, about the glory and sting of wall ball, and of fist fights beneath the dome of a polygonal jungle gym. I decide at this point to just go for broke with the theatrics.

“Appear before me! Welcome me! Share your mysteries daughter of perpetual youth; offer up to me your treasures!”

Realizing how queer I would look to anyone peering out into the night from the rows of houses across the street I started giggling like mad reliving in full that same ecstatic awkwardness that accompanied my first forays into magick. With this remembering the spirit appears. There is just the faintest shimmer in the night air and the echoing of laughter, the laughter of several young girls nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it just a hallucination I think but then some of the most powerful and life changing events of my life have been hallucinations (Much respect due to the demoness LSD) The whole place took on a strange light and I started noticing peculiar nuances of the place each of which seemed to be transcribing into my mind a set of instructions about which places were good for this, and which were good for that.

The laughter and the flood of images offering up secrets suddenly coalesced into a single presence sitting on a bench beneath a twisting tree. Speaking with the voice of a young girl the spirit asked me to call her Lisa. I desperately want to tell her how refreshing it is to meet a spirit not going by a name filled with a ridiculous amount of consonants, but think better of it. I sat down on the bench and began scribbling notes in a tattered old note book as we started to talk.

The bench beneath the axis mundi.

The more we talked the more the place reminded me of Barbieri. The conversation started out primarily as small talk, she tells me a little about the school, but mostly she is interested in me telling her stories. In particular she wants to hear about the flower of kairos and about tesseracts. Eventually she asked me to read to her from the copy of A Wrinkle In Time that I was carrying.

After I read for a while she asked me again about the flower of Kairos, specifically if it was pretty and if it smelled nice. I drew her a picture of it, and I got the sense she was smiling the sort of smile my sister smiles whenever she solves a jigsaw puzzle. I have stretched out on the bench at this point and the sky has tuned from blue to violet. I am exhausted after a long day at work. The twisted tree reminded me of the axis mundi, the serpent of the caduceus crawling up its trunk. At some point I must have passed out as the next thing I knew I was in the midst of a lucid dream.

Lisa is there with me she has taken on the appearance of the, daughter of a woman who used to watch me after school when I was in second grade. Though I can’t remember the mother’s name I do remember that her daughter was also named Lisa. I hadn’t thought of her since I was a young boy, but the choice of form was very appropriate. I was a school boy again, and we were walking the grounds at Barbieri. The place felt like sneaking out a back door into the freedom of a parent-less night.

We didn't speak for a long time and then suddenly she looked at me and said “Time is all I am you know. I’m going to give you something you lost as a reward for finding me, I’ve got lots to show you after that too if you promise to come visit again.”Before I can answer I snaped awake. I was alone now and the violet of twilight had grown into the darkness of a starless night. I started off for home the scent of autumn was gone but in her benevolence mother nature was promising rain.

I stopped off at the school again the next night, there was some general of autumn but I was not reminded of the fall nearly as much as I was the night before. Nothing was happening and I started to feel a bit foolish . No matter how many times magick proves itself to me I am always a bit of a skeptic, half expecting myself to become the punch line of my own joke after every working. Eventually I decided to set off for home and as soon as I did that familiar musk of dried leaves hit me. This though was no gentle reminder of my sweetest season. Overcome by by a raw association-less nostalgia which bled into a deep and abiding peace, my eyes closed. This would be the holy spirit if I were still inclined to use such filters.

I think that I opened my eyes but instead of a familiar lanscape I found myself staring directly into the eyes of my first magickal co-conspirator, Julia. This is the day before I move away from her, from my Eden. The last light of day before a long dark night of the soul. This is the moment I say my good bye to Julia. She smiles at me again,just like she did all those years ago, but this time something is different. This time she speaks.

"Did you waste it? That precious moment squandered on triviality gave birth to the most profound moments you could ever know. It's okay to not need a reason, not to care care for consequences. We can never know all the stray seeds we sow, nor do we keep all that we reap. We are now, non linear and beautiful."

For now you'll have to trust that this made perfect sense and filled a part of me that had been hollow for so long I had forgotten how dead and empty that part of me had become. I moved around a lot as kid, made a lot of friends and said good bye to a lot of friends, but I had always been bitter about this particular move. Bitter at moving away not just from her, but from a thousand other good things, and all for a promotion I knew my father would blow with his drinking. For a good part of my life. I felt that if I had stayed I'd have spared myself the pain and isolation of my teen age years. Felt that instead of wasting years on trivial distractions, I would have molded myself into some sort of superhuman self realized individual. I wanted to be more than I was, and felt that I had done a grave disservice to people, and events that I cherished.

I had payed a lot of lip service to the idea that I didn't regret my life because it was all necessary to become the person I had become, and I liked myself. This was in some sense true, but also though I scarcely dared to admit it felt like a shadow of myself.

Until that precise moment reliving that goodbye without the holes, I hadn't really internalized the fact that despite, or maybe even because of things I did end up doing and not doing I ended up creating something that allowed me to explore every imaginable person, including the one I thought had disappeared the day my parent's Buick rolled out of Framingham for Cape Cod.

There it was though, all laid out in a few words by Julia. That was so typically her too, changing me profoundly with a few words spoken as casually as you or I might tell someone we like their shirt. Anyway I came to and really opened my eyes and for the first time in forever,instead of thinking I was happy, I was happy.

A few nights later I went back the school, to evoke Lisa and thank her properly for finding that piece of me, and putting it back where it belonged. She had more to tell me, much more starting with the row school buses out back. A story for another time perhaps.

To be continued...

Time Gate In Antarctica?

2006-05-25T22:34:28Z

http://english.pravda.ru/science/19/94/379/12190_experiment.html

I guess my question is: how reliable is Pravda? I found mentions of this story on other sites, but they all refer back to Pravda.

Time Machine_Kairos In Bloom

2006-04-06T06:59:07Z

Guess Again

2006-01-08T16:51:16Z

I may not be the most attentive moderator, but I do check on this community. Do not post bullshit in this community, it is not a place for you to advertise your eccentric fundementalist beliefs. Do not abuse members of this community in the comments section of any post. All offending posts will be deleted, repeat offenders will be banned.

You may discuss time magick and related concepts here. In fact I encourage that. You want to discuss something like 2012, not a problem so long as you relate it to something relevant to the community topics. Posting a link to another community doesn't count as initiating a conversation. If you would like to promote your community here because you think it is in some way relevant clear it with me first.

earthyspirit, people post very little here as it is, I'm not letting it turn into a billboard for other lj communities, especially if you can't be bothered to be an actual participant here.

It's nothing personal, and it applies to everyone and anyone.

Music is Magick

2006-01-02T10:34:22Z

jazz is comin' back
who's bringing it?
a generation of magical,
hyper-actualized cats:

ecstatic aural chaos,
the conciousness-concerts emerging
are returning; polyrhythms turning,
harmonic motions churning,
psychoexplosive melodies burning.

a jazz dance that's free;
conception, equinox, giant steps to heaven;
a dream in indigo in green;
when its sleepytime down south,
catchin' some zees;
where strange fruits' swingin'
on the poplar trees.

from the colors fetching,
supersonic sorcerer Miles Davis, flamenco sketching;
a feather reed from tubular horn drifting,
higher vibraton from a Cannon' brings bright sunshine, lifting.

listen for us: we are beginning,
the songs we're a-singing, the bells we're a-ringing;
because it don't mean a thing
if it 'aint got that swing.

do-wap da booda;
unified mind radiating;
all things inspiring, no hesitating;
a collective meta-mind, spontaneously creating;
you've got jazz.

-Paul Pabian

look out for Juice,
coming to a synchronicity near you.

(x-posted)

"The Antecedent"

2005-12-22T06:27:07Z

An interesting discussion is taking place here regarding the nature of spirits before they manifest in physical form. Make sure you read the entire entry, or you may get lost.

Namaste!

(x-posted)

Chaosmagic.com World Meating 2006!

2005-11-13T22:31:13Z

From Dead Jellyfish of chaosmagic.com:

"I'm pleased to announce that Chaosmagic.Com will be hosting another Chaosmagic.Com World Meating. This time the Chaosmagic.Com World Meating will be held at the New Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas from August 25th, 2006 to August 27th, 2006.

The Chaosmagic.Com World Meating will be three days of lectures, workships, rituals and fun. More information and details to come. The Meating will be quite enjoyable and I hope to meat many of you there."

Annoucement page here:
http://www.chaosmagic.com/news/chaosmagiccom-world-meati.shtml

Hotel/venue info including admission rates:
http://www.chaosmagic.com/news/chaosmagiccom-world-meati-2.shtml

sammaelhain and I will definitely both be there and we will both be presenting. My topic will be Sex Magicians, Mystics and Revolutionaries. Please feel free to contact me via email, AIM or YIM, or reply to this message if you have questions. I will do my best to answer them!

-Soror Ceilede

timespinning @ 2005-10-02T21:11:00

2005-10-02T19:08:48Z

what do you think of this;

http://www.archiveonline.be

timespinning @ 2005-09-23T06:08:00

2005-09-23T09:53:35Z

For those of you interested in time magick, or working with KAirOS, please check out:

http://www.livejournal.com/community/temple_kairos/

Leave your offerings in the comments section.