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noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 00:51:00 +0000

MOLLY MOLLY *looks up and waves* YOU WILL BE MISSED

"We are the people who run this country. We are the deciders. And every single day, every single one of us needs to step outside and take some action to help stop this war. Raise hell. Think of something to make the ridiculous look ridiculous. Make our troops know we're for them and trying to get them out of there."

fnord!

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 03:02:00 +0000

hail eris!

robert anton wilson one of the people who blew my mind early on and helped to disrupt consensus reality long enough for me to GET OUT, got out today. "look up and wave, he'll get a big kick out of this"

i will pass on the one piece of wisdom he wrote in a letter to me long ago when i contacted him looking for information on the temple of the hidden god - houston, "don't forget to breathe"

all hail discordia!

those who seek the noon blue apples will have their kwisatz haderach

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 18:05:00 +0000

a response to has science fiction cranked your head?

the first science fiction novel i remember reading was the delikon by h.m. hoover. two children are attempting to escape their extraterrestrial slave-masters. but, this wasn’t the book that blew the top of my head, just the bedrock which formed my lifelong love of science fiction. that honor would be a tie between two epic series, still blowing minds to this day.

frank herbert’s dune, with its mix of political intrigue, environmentalism, and religious philosophy really popped the lid off and made me conscious of the interconnections of power, particularly in environmental ethics, politics and religion. the ‘litany against fear’ remains a potent touchstone to ward and center me in moments of chaos. the bene gesserit and their use of prana-bindu techniques of mind-body control are one of the skill sets i envision a secret society of modern occultists would/should study. and then there are their sexual techniques and use of consciousness altering substances which make my hedonistic heart sing.

one science fiction book which has shaped my world view more than any other book, save perhaps buckminster fuller’s critical path, would be robert shea’s and robert anton wilson’s illuminatus. it was the perfect antidote to the miserable and mind-numbing indoctrination we were spoon-fed, like castor oil, in the institutional education system...whose sole purpose was to make us good little monkeys content with our peasant lives (getting us ready for those aforementioned extraterrestrial overlords). the glories of discordianism, the hyper-conspiratorial games of the factions and factions and splinter factions of the golden apple and the five-sided temple cabals helped me to see beyond the manichean dys-function of either/or thinking. not to mention the wealth of magickal an occult information in them.

neither of these series are for the feint of heart. they are dense, complicated, and raise serious questions about the world-view we labor under daily. they in many ways speak truth to power, albeit coached in the language of histories obfuscated or fabricated, worlds of tomorrows beyond all our collective tomorrows. most importantly though they turn their readers on to information they might not ever encounter reading the tried and true adventure stories that pass for most droll science fiction. they pose philosophically rich questions about who we are, and to what we owe our allegiances. fnord!

hail eris! all hail discordia!

keith olbermann nails rummy

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 03:00:00 +0000

can't touch that...the spirit of edward r. murrow speaks through keith olbermann...stand up and be counted!

good night and good luck.
link courtesy of liberal avenger

reichstag fires

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 27 Jan 2006 05:47:00 +0000

please read this, our lives depend on it!

"15. Kevin Ryan, the whistleblower from Underwriters Laboratories, did his own brief statistical analysis in a recent letter regarding the NIST report, arguing that probabilities of collapse-initiation needed to be calculated (Ryan, 2005). NIST nowhere provides such a likelihood analysis for their non-explosive collapse model. Ryan's estimate is that the probability that fires and damage (the "official theory") could cause the Towers complete collapse is less than one in a trillion, and the probability is much less still when the complete collapse of WTC7 is included (Ryan, 2005). Nor does NIST (or FEMA or the 9-11 Commission) even mention the molten metals found in the basements of all three buildings (WTC 1, 2 and 7).

So where does that leave us? I strongly agree with Kevin Ryan,

This ["official"] story just does not add up.... That fact should be of great concern to all Americans.... There is no question that the events of 9/11 are the emotional driving force behind the War on Terror. And the issue of the WTC collapse is at the crux of the story of 9/11. (Ryan, 2004; emphasis added.)

this is the reichstag and with alito's comfirmation the new holy roman emperor will be nominated. begin practicing your goosestep, or you can write your senators and tell them to filibuster. your choice. democracy or hypocrisy. easy enough.

filibuster time

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 27 Jan 2006 04:21:00 +0000

alrighty ya'll it is filibuster time. alito must not sit on the court or the presidency will be handed imperial powers and the checks and balances we all learned about in civics class disappear. so call or write your senators. the future will thank you for your heroism.

posting from bagism

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Thu, 08 Dec 2005 21:01:00 +0000

the dream was over twenty-five years ago today...and so dear friends we have had to carry on since then

i remember that night, i lit candles for someone i never met, but who i knew had been essential in my life. the first record i ever bought was the beatles hey jude, the song revolution became an anthem for my young rebelliousness. i walked the halls of high school with a walkman blaring the beatles red and blue albums; a not so subtle armor against the cruelty of those years

later a magickal mentor would ask, while we interviewed genesis p-orridge of psycic tv, what he thought of john’s murder…john dark had been on the radio that night at kpft in houston. he heard the ticker going off upstairs in the news room…it continued it’s rat-atat-tatting for an inordinate time. when he went upstairs to see what was happening, he discovered the news of john’s death. at that moment the phone rang, it was the station manager, who told him he had just heard the news, and was authorizing him to play any song in the lennon catalog. my friend went down to the turntables, announced the horrible news, and played working class hero. genesis’ answer to his query, "it comes with the territory" – meaning that if you are willing to stand up and speak truth to power, you have to be prepared to be blown down. lennon knew this, "if i ain't dead already, girl you know the reason why." chapman was a patsy as much as oswald, and do we really need a movie about him?

years have gone by and john is still as powerful an inspiration as he was then. his image, for some, carries the same power as images of che. his lyrics are still as vital today as they were when they were written

keep you doped with religion and sex and tv,
and you think you're so clever and classless and free,
but you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,

the world is still full of fucking peasants – "living is easy with eyes closed”. some of us are still in the streets calling for revolution with the words "power to the people". many of us are still dreaming a world where there are no countries and no religion too, nothing to die for, someday the peasants will join us...imagine.

old time relijun at the voodoo

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Sun, 07 Aug 2005 00:17:00 +0000

wo man wo man wo man. i just love live music. nothin' (ok well almost nothin'...) puts a smile on my face like watchin' musicians groove. my ass just wantsta move as the vibrations run through my body. i just beam when the vibe is good, and the musicians can see it too.
last night, i went down to the local hipster haunt called after an african religious tradition transplanted in caribbean soil and watched some olympians get get get down. a three piece called old time relijun, touring on their newest release 2012. and wo man were they on. i absolutely loved arrington's comment (guitar and voacals) about being kinda a dance band (not like any dance band you ever heard...lessin' you listen to some riteous weird tunes) and that you should get up if the music moves you; otherwise, you can sit there like you are watchin' a movie.
reminds me of a comment that was made at the fifth anniversary ladyfest in olympia last weekend...it all started there and like another olympia institution procession of species it has gone worldwide...no lie. the comment was made about how the music scene in olympia encourages interaction of all kinds, from singing along, to clappin', stompin' with the rhythm section, to shakin' yo ass. and wo man was the gossip fuckin' on fire, von iva was pretty damn hot too. but then the whole scene made me feel like i was home again. i miss oly fiercely, like my friend wardog said, "this is the spiritual capital of cascadia."
music, especially live music is a participatory event, not some spectator sport. when i first arrived in cascadia (pacific northwest for you non-bioregionalists), i was struck by the lack of dancing at concerts in seattle. people just sort of milled about or sat in their seats. it didn't seem any where near as lively as some of the shows i had been to in houston...one particularly good show by bad mutha goose and the brothers grimm at the axiom where it was sooo hot and sweaty (the music, not the temp) i was up on a stack of pa's just movin' and groovin'. that was one blissful night of delicious music.
when i saw kíla recently in eugene, i had seats really close to the stage. there was an area in front of the stage that was perfect for dancin'... and well their music is ripe for a good ass shakin'. my friends and i and many others danced during the first set. we were approached by a staff member and told we could dance but we would have to do it in a wing off to the right of the stage. now i had paid good money for these tix, and where i was sittin' was certainly far better than where i was being asked to dance. we asked the people in the front row if they were bothered by our dancing. they said no. but we were told we either had to dance stageleft or ask the band to let us dance on stage.
now as an old theater student this was just taboo. it would detract attention from the musicians. we asked rónán (bodhran, percussion and vocals) if we could dance on stage, he said he didn't mind us dancin' in front, and that the band said it was ok. checked with the staff. no dice. well we ended up dancin' on stage. much to my chagrin. it was a lovely night and the band appreciated our contribution. although you could tell they thought it odd to have all these yanks shakin' and twitchin' on the stage with them. needless to say i will never go see a show in that venue again.
so next time you are out and about and hear sweet music coming from some bar or dance hall. stick your head in, if the band is on and the groove takes you...get your ass on the dance floor (no parking mind ya!) and show the musicians that you can feel the music in your body and are moved by it. like rumi says the voice in your ear is pounding on your ear drum, is this not intimate?

in response

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 19:26:00 +0000

a response to a fellow d.s. (sorta like the d.a. in harry potter) member's comment on blogdom or blogdum as he might say...and then maybe it is just more shite from my damned head-ache.

karl rove is the most despicable human being currently in existence on this small green and blue marble of a planet in the vast and unknown universe we inhabit.
so we stare at the moon and think it is giving us light when in fact it is the reflection of a star burning brilliantly enough to have set all that we see in motion. but even the bright light which brought forth all that we see and feel and touch and taste can be obscured by this grey dust ball of leftovers that pulls you and i in like fashion.
and the tide runs in and out of the mouth of the columbia as i sit in my lonely room thinking of my sunshine, but as robert smith oh so succinctly points out in a forest "the girl was never there/it's allways the same...again and again and again (+20 more times)"
ah well time to get back up and dust off those knees, go out and find something new to distract you from the work we all know is far too important to slack on.
get up damnit and get busy, your daughter's future demands it, the whole damned planet's future demands it...oh so speciocentric...k maybe just humanity as is currently in season needs (but does not demand) it. get get get get get get get get get busy ya'll.

we are the stars which sing
we sing with our light
we are the birds of fire
we fly over the sky
our light is a voice
we make a road for the spirit to pass over
{alqonquian indian}

full moon in may

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Tue, 24 May 2005 07:23:00 +0000

the full moon peaks from behind rain laden clouds. a heavy day - planets pushin' me, the sun, the moon pullin' at me. working through reclaiming a room which should have been two and not one. yours and mine, always and ever, mine and yours.

so long has passed since i got to be beside myself; i certainly don't look familiar to me this evening. so long since i got to play this way...jao and stan on the table all smooth and quiet like; the only thing missin' is candles alight and well ... you.

but, like i would have said, had i heard your voice, not the canned one, the time has passed. "summer's ready, when you are," kelly and kim screamed in my ear as i drove home from work to two hungry cats and one empty fridge. summer is ready...and i am too.

the sunset was brilliant; the corpuscular light spilled out from behind a cloud, as the nuclear inferno dipped towards the ocean, not its ocean. this day is done. good night moon - i would light you a candle, but there is no wax to drip round about here ways. adieu.

H.E.A.D. for hedonism

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 20 May 2005 18:00:00 +0000

oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah. i did it. come next month my voice will be broadcast through the airwaves round about the northwest coast of oregon and southwest washington. KMUN 91.9 Astoria and 89.5 Tillamook...Coast Community Radio. the name of the show lessen they nix it is H.E.A.D. for hedonism - a nod to Robert Anton Wilson and Timothy Leary. supposedly they will be webcasting sometime this summer so ya'll all can listen in come then. a big shout out to all the programers over time who have given me my love of music and rad-io...specially a heartfelt hullo to the other side to my magickal mentor John Dark aka Bill Johnston, major thanks to my good friend and roomie UNPL secretary general Big Jesus Trashcan aka Michael Wakefield, and ofcourse proprieter of fine used music on the north side Chuck Roast of Funhouse fame; all from KPFT in Houston, and to Greg the program director from KAOS in my evergroovy daze. get ready Coast Community for a dose of sonic sensuality, psychic poetics, and magickal mayhem... Head for hedonism with dj HeHL.V.X. ... till then again finn, peace frog.

george lucas is a hack!

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Fri, 20 May 2005 01:15:00 +0000

so last night i went to see the sith’s revenge and there is plenty to say, but first I gotta get something off my chest. the owner, however well meaning for his own welfare, suggested to the crowd that the mpaa would give them 5 bills if they “peached on a fellow” who was filming the film. i just found it oh so ironic that here george is trying to give us a story about power gone all lord acton, and he is all black ballin’ the p2p crowd who drive the whole damn thing by generating interest. i mean how many people will go see this, after the oh so disappointing foray in the previous two, because they saw some clip online, on the tele, or heard about it on the rad-io. i mean that is what reviews do…encourage you to go, and e! can show clips, and the stars bring the press packages when they chat up some host right? whatever! you can’t put the genie back in the bottle, pandora’s box don’t close once the latch is busted.

now don’t take this as some grief i got to grind with george over jar’rastastereotype’jar, but, all said, george ‘i wish I could recreate american grafitti’ lucas is a hack – like steven king, or piers anthony. there was absolutely nothing new in this film. no suprises, and certainly no insight into the force for us seekers. i mean how many space battles can we see the boys fly through before we say enough already? and what happened to all the cool models that made the first 3 (last 3, whatever!) so harry hausen like? this is so full of cgi it is cluttered like a frat boys kitchen sink waitin’ on somebody to do the dishes. i mean the choreography was nice and i been waiting for that “lazer sword” (please!) duel by the lava pit since way back then starlog time.

and by hack, i mean how much mileage can you get out of the dark ‘wish i was readin’ milton’ christ schtick? i mean the “there’s good in him” is just so much foreshadowing for the saving of the son by the father. blood being thicker than apprenticeship, atleast in the west that is. and gods the dialogue. my eight year’s old school play had better lines in it … and more surprises too. and another thing the only moment in the entire second (first, alright already lightsaber wielding geeks) series of films that even felt like a ‘star wars’ film was when padhme got her ‘leia’ on in the arena and saved the boys (and yes here he was being a hack again!). don’t get me wrong she has the only memorable line in the whole damn film, but she was just so much window dressing for his ‘titanic in space’ sequences. i mean come on “this is the happiest day of my life” good gods is that sap.

the one redeeming factor about this eye-candy fest (which is worth seeing on the big screen for nothing else but it is purdy) is the topical nature of this story. imperialism and the drive for greater power being something us merikans is sufferin through right now. i mean, we get to see and hear the jack-booted thugs marching to the jedi temple – nice touch. and the calm and quiet of his ‘turn to the dark side’ scenes were well done. the aforementioned line is so poignant i cannot help but quote it ad nauseum “this is how liberty dies, to the sound of thunderous applause.” but enough already read between the lines on that one and let us not go quietly into that dark night. to hell with exile we must not fail in this one. rise already!

keep the bushit crew from making profits off death

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Mon, 16 May 2005 23:06:00 +0000

alright now...if you are gonna buy gas, then speak with your pocketbooks and stop the bushits from puttin' more profits in their and their cronies' pockets (makin' money for resident bush and all the friends of resident bush to update the dead kennedy's 'we've got a bigger problem now'). support chavez and venezuela, and show the neo-cons that we don't want no holy war expansionism in the middle-east. buy citgo gas and send a message to the petroheads drivin' this big 'ol suv country, and the rest of the world for that matter, towards global apocalyptic mayhem. ya basta. viva la revolution!

join the buy-cott

finally a decent pie in the sunset empire

noreply@blogger.com (jesselmabus) — Wed, 28 Jul 2004 23:49:00 +0000

after many attempts to find a decent pizza in this town, we went to the local hipster hangout tied to a second run movie theater and tried their fare. as i was told by secret conspirators to remain unnamed, this little theater not only has the best pie in town, but you can drink a winkydrinky on the balcony while you watch a long-haired wolverine sans claws battle a far too eurosuave dracula. the couches at the back were comfortable and the pie didn't dissapoint. too bad the movie was as mediocre as john stewart's coverage of the dems conventionalness. but herein is the end as i cannot tarry longer upon such, as the quarry whistle blows a flintstones tune.

till then again finn, peace frog.