“You cannot use butterfly language to communicate with caterpillars.”
One of my all-time favorite books is Robert Anton Wilson’s The Cosmic Trigger. It’s about many things: the number 23, possible aliens from Sirius, the Kennedy assassination, synchronicity, the so-called Bavarian Illuminati, psychedelics, life-extension techniques and a lot more. It’s also the story of a profoundly life-changing period in Wilson’s life, one that would see him from a successful career as an editor for Playboy to something much, much more.
I first read The Cosmic Trigger in 2009. It was a period in my life where I encountered, for the first time, a number of related thinkers & their ideas—including Timothy Leary & his “8-Circuit Model Of Consciousness,” Philip K. Dick & the concept of “VALIS,” and Terence McKenna’s notion that reality might be far weirder than we can possibly conceive of. But out of all these concepts, the one that resonated with me the most was Wilson’s belief that we needed to keep a sense of humor about the entire enterprise—that taking one’s self and one’s perceived experiences too seriously was the first step towards madness (or: entering “Chapel Perilous” and never leaving).
I have a lot to write and a lot to say—and I’ve really struggled with how to present this information. I have really struggled with how to express myself—who I am, right now—in an online arena filled to the brim with countless people who are similarly desirous of expressing themselves, and others anxious to tear their insights and experiences down to digital shreds.
And I guess the deciding factor for me has been a very clear sense of where humanity is at this very moment. Simply put, I don’t think there has ever been such a “put up or shut up” period of time in the history of the species. This is it. If you are here, living during this slimmest of slices of time within the lifespan of the planet…you can pretty much count on the fact that you’re here for a pretty damn good reason. Further, you can also count on the fact that if you have something inside you that is fairly begging to be said…well, why not?
Why not? As I said, this time is it.
Bringing things back to The Cosmic Trigger, it is my intention to structure this blog more or less in the spirit and format of that 1977 book. This means: a bit of biography, a bit of pop-culture analysis…a bit of weirdness…a bit of philosophy, religion, politics, drama, speculation, more weirdness, and so on.
Lastly, it should be admitted that this blog is also, from its very inception, a kind of esoteric experiment. As I will write in a future post, websites—and the entire Internet, really—are a sort of “magic.” You continually return to your careful online perch as a sort of ritual.
What can really be more “ritual” than the obsessive way so many of us check our email, comments, messages, and etc.? And aren’t all the decorations and accoutrements we festoon our blogs and Facebooks and etc. with—the banners and avatars and memes and so on—nothing more than carefully-positioned and -planned sigils and relics designed to both define ourselves and attract desired energy to us?
I will certainly keep you abreast of how this little experiment is working as it progresses. In the meantime, please enjoy the occasional obscure video complete with my ironic-hip commentary.