Wisdom McNuggets

Go on, you know you want to

(Go West) Life is peaceful there
(Go West) In the open air
(Go West) Baby you and me
(Go West) This is our destiny (Aah)
(Go West) Sun in wintertime
(Go West) We will do just fine
(Go West) Where the skies are blue
(Go West) this is what we're gonna do
-- "Go West", Pet Shop Boys

West, Anubis, Land of Death. Avalon. Fairhall? Downard? Never mind. What is mind, no matter, what is matter, never mind.

RigInt isn't all bad

Now consider this: if Paperclip brought together the esoteric knowledge of "left-hand path" Anglo and Germanic secret schools in the "fight against communism," how would we recognize it today?

And let's just suppose - and I'll grant it's a big suppose, even in this context, and even with such supporting evidence as exists, since it beggers not only our credulity but our decency - that there is an international network of paedophilic elites. The question ought to be, why? Can it really all be attributed to the indulgence of forbidden desires? Or could it have an esoteric dimension - might it be about power? And not in the usual, true sense of power in abusive relations. I mean, in the esoteric sense. The Crowleyan sense. The sense of sex magick.

I don't think it takes much to assume power over the mind of another. You could use the force, of course. Those old mind tricks don't invent themselves. Simply a loud noise is enough to hypnotise someone. But if hypnosis is a continuum, as most things are, then what level of shock and trauma do we need to call it Trauma Based Mind Control. I'm glad to be an unflappable personage.

"not in the usual, true sense", says he. If the two senses are one and the same, then what?

You know Jack Parsons was stuck in the power of his mother and said that the absense of his father was important to him. We know how he turned out. They've been talking on this at RigInt, at least nashville and I have. The Mom meme. The psycho-sexual power complex of the mother.

... all designed in order, apparently, to disguise the fact that the wearer was masculine and to pretend that he was feminine. There were odd snap-pounches and "concealed no-gap" flies; and in one advertisement the device was so drawn that not only was all trace of the objectionable bulge obliterated, but the tight binder was so designed that the role of the wearer was reversed. He had been turned into a fake woman.

A kind of symbolic castration has been achieved, just as the threat of actual castration is often used to deter children from undesirable habits. Indeed, one American mother declared that all she had to say was "scissors" to have immediate

Dingwall, always useful. Only to be expected when a parapsychologist turns his hand to anti-feminism. He knows his oats.

Which brings me nicely to Mr Obama, or Tammuz as I call him. Look out, lad.