Twisted Treatises

  Revelation Maths…An Adipose Bastard with A Real Hate On…Psalm 119…Hebrew Letters and the Fabric of Existence…New Jerusalem and Thelemic Utopia...Supporting World Events...Happy Halloween. For Halloween, what else would I give you but dystopian horror with elements of truth to it? I mentioned before that some of the Revelation blab of the 80’s was beginning to grow legs. One years-old day in a drug fugue, I thought, “How could Crowley have brought about Revelation? That’s what he wanted to do. That’s what his life's work was all about. Fucking kook. Like you could do that. But saying you could…” 1904. The infamous puffy wizard fuck, after being contacted by a deity he called Aiwass, began a process called breaking the 30 Aethyrs, which are, in an occult mythos nutshell, our existential fabric accompanied by guardians known as the Shells. Breaking them in order to contact the shells is said to end the world, which is I guess why they call them the Shells. I’ve never found a tex...

Dec. 18 2021 Oct. 15 2023 666 days I've been waiting for this day for at least three months. I didn’t set out to think of it as a milestone. It was only a novelty. When my hetero life mate recently reached his 666th blog, I thought, “I wonder how long until I have 666 days off dope? That was a long time ago, but I didn’t forget that it was today. Even if I had, I’d have been reminded by another friend of mine who recently reached his own 666 milestone for…something. I can’t remember what it was.  What’s the difference between today and me on day 50? Quite a bit. I don’t wake up in hell anymore. Sure, my leg is fucked up, I lurch for a couple of hours and have to stretch all day just to walk like a very well-coordinated wind-up toy. However, I used to fear needing a cane on the best days and a wheelchair on the worst; now I…well, a cane may very well be in my future, but it isn’t near anymore.  My mental state is no longer tied up in street-bred schizophrenia. Ice, H, K2, those...

  When the Going Gets Weird... Wearing the Wingnut Mask…Bullet Points of Revelation from the 80’s…It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Gonzo…Daytripping into Morals…Bullshit and Bulltrue Are Strange Bedfellows… This is one of those pieces that can get your balls kicked into your teeth. I’d almost rather write about Trump, not that he didn’t worm his way into this one for a cameo…I’m not sure which would be more dangerous to me—friends already teeter on the brink of fucking me off, and I can’t say I blame them…but I press on with frenzied typing as I promised myself I would if things ever got ugly in the way they currently are. By now everyone knows that there’s a war with Hamas in Israel. And war in Ukraine with Russia, we all know that too. I’m not going to bore you or myself with the details. This is about something else. When I was a child, I was made to go to the First Free Church of Rockford, IL, and back in 1987 they talked a whole lot about the End of Days. There were a l...