Aiwass

[I]Conversations with Don Juan: A Separate Reality[/I] by Carlos Castenada. It's supposedly a work of non-fiction, but I don't really belive that at all. First off, the main character is just so stupid. At one point he opens a glass bottle by [I]hitting it[/I] with a small metal bar, for example. The character of Don Juan, though, is very neat. He is a sorcerer, and he lives by the philosophy of a warrior. He considers the peyote cactus to be his ally, as well as what he calls "little smoke," which is a combination of Psilocybine mushrooms and other herbs. The author, who narrates, is an anthropologist who supposedly went to Mexico, where he met Don Juan. This is the second book. There are more than just two. Overall, a really interesting book. Mainly I enjoy what it has to say about sorcery, and sacred psychedelics. At the very least, not being "true," it is at best a combination of something true and not; and really, the line between the two is so blurry in actuality, and is in all kinds of grayness. So I feel the author's main intent was the reader: he uses the narration of himself in order to try and keep the reader interested, for the main purposes of teaching/ opening mind. [I]Blasphemy[/I] by Douglas Preston. It is about Isabella, a state-of-the-art atom smasher that is so powerful it recreates the big bang. In this novel, the seeming separation of religion and science hit head on. I don't want to say much more, because that would be giving it away. Preston reminds me of Dean Koontz meets Stephen King meets Micheal Crichton. There is the crazy, religious right-wing nut [I]a la[/I] King; there is the almost poetic, one of the people involved with Isabella, who sees it as a woman visually. Then there is that Crichton sense of wishing to reveal what is obvious, but seems so steeped and hidden. [I]Childhood's End[/I] by Arthur C. Clarke. It is about aliens who come to Earth and save mankind. Sci-fi. Clarke is well-known, so I don't think I have to say much else. Recommended. [I]The Holy Books of Thelema[/I] by Aleister Crowley. It is some of the libers, or books, of Crowley's religion, Thelema. Here Crowley is channeling entities, and they are writing through him. They have this quality of improving and growing on you after extended re-read throughs. The prose is often poetic, there is a lot of symbology and visualness. [I]The Lives of a Cell[/I] is a collection of small essays by a biologist. It is full of interesting, perceptive thoughts to get your thinking going. Actually, the biologist who wrote it is since dead. If you're interested in biology, check it out. [I]The Way of the Cell[/I] was written by an Emeritus professor. It is much more technical than the prior mentioned book. It reads like a college text. It is so crammed with information that I had to re-read many of the chapters over again, and plan to again since it's been so long since I've read it. Lots to learn in this book. It's crammed full of that.

I have a lot of substance-induced stuff on my journal. The mod moved my poem over to the lit forum. So go there and check it out. Also people have been posting about their experiences after the fact, so I feel there's nothing wrong with posting stuff that's a bit older. If there mod doesn't like that, then I guess I'l have to make another thread which isn't just about "at the moment" experience. I feel that prose posts like these belong here, since it is just about the general experience and is nothing "literary": dxm tonight, for the first time in 2 years (my last experience with it was my most hard drug experience i've ever had). i didn't want to fear it any longer. what a night. now i remember that delirious feeling, once again. it almost feels like opiate sickness, vaguely, with that vague nausea, that detatchedness. walking on the streets of bismarck, in the middle of the night, neon-lit, gazing at statues that seemed as if they would just come alive. meeting dolli (unsure of how her name is actually spelled), a homeless, christian lady, who spoke of god, the maker of the universe, this supposed patriarch of these exulted apes. she spoke of jesus, i asked of other spiritual men, and why they didn't matter, and jesus was all that mattered. she said these other spiritual men were in hell. i laughed, because it was preposterous, and said she was wrong. absolutely wrong. she asked if i'd ever read the bible; i asked if she'd ever read any vedic scriptures. ganesha sahasranama, i said to her. shiva sahasranama, i said to her. do you know who cerastes is? i asked her. she didn't know a healing-snake, i said. are you just a ghost in the machine? i asked her. are you just a machine in the ghost? told her we had a different perspective. she asked if i went to church. i told her my body was a church, a holy vessel, traveling in this existence. told her that i honestly, really hoped heaven was there for her, that i wished her the best. told her about megadeth, dave mustaine, a christian. she said no one should ever put a drug in themselves, that it destroyed them. i told her that when looking at the brain, we find that it is made up of systems which produce plant-like biochemicals, such as in the endorphin system or the endocannibinol system, that these systems evolved, at least partially, through our consumption of psychoactive substances. she talked about seattle, i talked of drake, a synaesthesete. synaesthesia, the mixing of the senses, tasting of colors and touch that becomes colors in the vision, a concept she had trouble grasping. walking away from that corner, like walking away in a movie, spun on the reels of the cosmic gossamer, i told lacey that at least she had goodness in her heart. who am i to tell someone what to believe or what to think? this discordian payment of a moment, just coming off of melting on the apartment floor alongside lacey, just after tripping balls. i talked to jack's mom while i was way out there, let her unload whatever words she felt necessary, felt her presence quite astutely, and jack on the phone, felt him quite astutely. he could feel me. i could feel him giving me a hug. i could see the room he was in, feel his moments. called jay, too, before it set in, told him what molecule i was seeing. told him to wish me a good trip. could feel him intimately the whole time. realizations of just how much we rely on each other to be one another. tongue jutting out of mouth, feeling serpentine, the feeling of constant motion, as lacey drove about the streets, numb legs, some hits of cannabis mixing with the psychedelic, dissolutive, stoned-drunk feeling, and walking like a robot frozen in space into her car over many occasions. dxm, most certainly an opiate, no denying, no doubt, i could feel it, that's what it was. a strangely devised building of molecular architecture hitting into my awareness and making me live, nmda receptions from the tuning ebbs of consciousness. here, in this matrix. white light in shut eyes, healing cries and feeling as if my consciousness is spinning around me, feeling like i'm crawling on the ground as the snake, eyes bulging out of head, i feel purified, i feel wonderful, what amazing moments those were. intense. free.

Well, on my livejournal I have a lot of posts that are substance-induced. I figured I'd post some of those some of the time, then some of the other time post at the moment I am experiencing. So, to begin, a poem: peter pan used some dextromethorphan, off he went, to never-never land, and pixies' dust stopped making him fly, cause he was already high! and captain hook was really a hooker, he'd gotten pixie pregnant, then forsook her, sometimes hook ****** the mast! oh, but alas! that lass, that peter pan, he was staring at some cans; not of cambell's soup, but these cans were sure "mmm, mmm good" he was hallucinating, dreaming schemes, robo-tripping, you see? domo arigato, mr. robato-- thank you very much, for letting hook do what he wants to, while you're fondling chicken breasts you think are real breasts! oh, peter pan, you're stumbling in a mumbling nauseous and grumbling, out comes the puke, but soon you've got to act! the play's about to begin, you've got to be child-like, so graceful in the din! a thespian to win over us full of sin, oh peter, peter, DXM-eater had a cough but couldn't defeat her, you can only suppress youth for so long, then it's just a gone illness coughing out

I've been playing guitar for about 5 years, and then some, now. I primarily play electric. I have a Jackson and Fender Strat. Sometimes I practice upwards of 5 hours or even more. I practice every single day. My lover, Jack, plans to do the vocals. I plan to do some lead vocals too, but mostly backup until I get better at playing and singing at the same time. We have a name so far: Storm Warden. We have a song we've been working on, but Jack's been busy with other things. I mostly play my own things. I know basic acoustic chords, basic power chords, and a few riffs from actual songs here and there. I am working on a cover of "Sweet Dreams." I feel that Manson's cover, while good, lacked a lot. I plan to kick his *** with my version. So far I have a crunchy metal-ish riff and I've turned the single-string slide that's at the end of the main riff into power chords. It sounds really awesome. I am working on a cover of "Change of Seasons" by Dream Theatre. I am working on a metal-ish version of "Snake Charmer." I am working on a tribute/ cover of Tool's "Lateralus." I have this really. . .Bluegrass? variation of the main riff, and a lot of other variances off the main riff. Aside of that, I have a lot of my own material. I am constantly working through what I have and trying to alter it, tweak it, etc. I also have begun rehearsing at a local, non-denominational church. I have learned some new acoustic chords and have been playing the acoustic more often since. It's hard to convey my style in words. I have some really old recordings. Check them out: [url]http://lion-serpent.vox.com/[/url]. Once my boyfriend's computer gets fixed, I'll have some new material and will be eager to share. It's been about a year since I've done any new recordings, so I am much improved. Making a band is one of my main focuses right now. All I can do right now is practice a lot. Main thing is I need to find people to jam with, because I am have not done that much, and it's a different dynamic that I need to get used to. Influences include Tool, Vintersorg, Iron Maiden, blues in general, and many others. . . Om shanti/ om shakti.

I wish to put a spotlight, an underline, on this artist: Vintersorg. You can easily find some samples of his material on youtube, or other sites I'm sure. He is a Swede, and he plays metal. He reminds me of a Galliard, in a very pure sense. A Galliard is, in a tabletop RPG game called Werewolf: The Apocalypse, more or less the artist of the game, who recounts history through poem, and such. Any way, he is also from Switzerland. It is adopted in his style, and many of his songs are written in his mother tongue. Check out Cosmic Genesis, one of his most solid albums. It's a masterpiece in my opinion. I love the themes covered in his music. It's kind of like Tool. . .except different. Any way. . .give him a listen, and let me know how it goes. Love is the law, lover under will.

[I]Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.[/I] I'm a member that first came here when I was about 16. That was 7 years ago. I've come, and I've left, on many occasions. I'm back again. I was known as Anime_Lover, Mitch, Copycatalyst. I was a moderator for the lounge and the lit forum. I have been banned before; James felt I had nothing constructive to add, and more or less I myself didn't want to be around any more. Nonetheless, I am not here to do what I did then. If James does not feel that is so, that's his call. It is, ultimately, his site; though, arguably, everyone's site. I have a history at this place. I am looking forward to meeting new faces, and old ones. I chose this name because I have an interest in Aleister Crowley. Aiwass is an entity he supposedly channeled, which gave him The Book of the Law, an important sacred text for his religion Thelema. I was also born on Aleister's birthday--Oct 12th, and my birth year is, interestingly, +111 his own. I used to live in North Dakota. Now I live in California. I am much happier here. Since being here, I have begun to play electric guitar. At first, I played left-handed, but upon moving here there was only a right-handed accoustic; so, I started playing it one day. Since then, I have realized that right-handed works better because I use my left, dominant hand to do the more complex action of fretting, which affords me an advantage. I like to suggest to right-handers that they might try left-handed guitar, which will seem weird at first, since it's an inversion of how one plays right-handed, and so it's like mirror backwards. Give it a try. Let me know. I play a Fender Strat, and a Jackson. Jackson is currently out of commission, but I'm hoping to get it some TLC soon. I play a lot of metal. I have been working, sometimes practicing 5 - 6 hours at a day, or even longer. It's been 2 years of this, and I am getting a lot better. I plan to make a band. I bet Tony would be glad to know, if he still even comes to this place. Influences include Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Vintersorg, Agent Orange, Tool, and many others. . . I am also interested in doing reggae eventually, since I really love the style, and I think it would come easily/ fit me. All I have for right now is really old recordings, if anyone is interested. Let me know if you are. I plan to do some new recordings ASAP, because I have improved much since I first began. I have a boyfriend, though technically he has a female body. He is very predatory, beastial. In the end, the line between female and male isn't so separate as we think; it's really rather yin and yang, as in they are in each other and in union creating one whole out of two seeming separates. He has three lumbar discs broken in his back. I am also his caregiver, and I wait on him hand and foot. This is how I pay my rent, because where I live it is [I]impossible[/I] to find employment. The terms of our relationship are that we are polyamorous, and that we can have other lovers, so long as it's OK between all involved. It's a very open, loving, caring, growing, beautiful relationship. I love him very much, and love the freedom very much. Om shanti/ om shakti. 93.

I am The Best at electric guitar. I am The Best at burping on command. I am The Best at diplomatic relations. I am The Best at long-distance running.

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[color=green]I am an oldie but a goodie. I hath returned. It's interesting to be back. Life lately has been very intense, and a lot of bad things happened, one after the next, one thing after the other; but things are reaching a more even keel as of late. [/color] Om shanti/ om shakti. 93.