Category Archives: Bardos

How Little?

 

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I happened upon this fun little cartoon while scrolling through my Facebook feed. It’s a cute one liner-but it immediately had me thinking that the whole thing would be just as clever in reverse, the “ordered mind” approaching the summit of enlightenment…and finding it to be the scrambled cube, so-called “Chaos,” every part in disarray. Could it be any less perfect than all pieces put back into their “place?” Both arrangements speak to the same system.

They ARE the same system.

Beyond the Cube we find the Eye and Hand.

Beyond these…the Heart.

From this vantage point, things may seem a little different.

How little?

Enough.

 

The Core of Corrosion

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The Agents of Corrosion (i.e. the Copper Carrying Coterie of the Corrosion Corp) are linked via this Group to the Motherboard and Mainframe which is known as the Cult of Phred.

What IS the Cult of Phred-and how could anyone take such a name seriously when there are so many high fallutin’ Latin, French and Enochian Words to use)?

The Cultus (as we were wont to call it) began as a joke made decades ago by a high schooler I never met. The joke was caught in a psychic net by the First Agent. This would be developed to a degree and then passed onto myself when, under auspicious circumstances, I met the First Agent in Rockford, Illinois c. 1997.

As the Second Agent, I took the Cabalistic Cues surrounding this occasion and sent the Yellow Tennis Ball with Smiley Face back across the Court of Last Resort.

The Score?

Love Under Will.

We would go on to discover the Haunted Photocopier and the Cryptic Crossword, receive Communications from the Ghost of William Burroughs and begin mapping the Psychosphere of the American Midwest from one Dunkin Donuts to another. Later on we would locate a tentacled monstrosity occupying the skies above Vienna.

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“I’d have spoken to others but these guys were the only ones online at the time…”

The result of all these impossible to believe, yet wholly true, adventures was a Manifesto on the Elixir Vitae which begins with the growth of a single sentient coffee bean in Africa.

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All four elements evoke the Triple Tongued Flame in this photo taken at Space Buddhaa HQ in Kootenay Bay, B.C 

If this sounds more Doom Patrol than Golden Dawn, it was…and is.

The First Agent died in 2002.

I had received an audio-missive from him where he stated with clarity and sobriety:

“Life is a Game.

“But it’s a very Serious Game…”

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Some messages will come through no matter what….

Now, I recall when I first became enamored with William Blake. I was a teenager and devoured his works with an obsessive rapacity. I quickly learned, through biographical accounts, of his Brother, Robert, with whom William claimed to be in Spirit-Contact. It would be Robert who helped William develop his unique method of printmaking from beyond the grave.

As a young and inexperienced teen-primate seeking to “become himself,” I sought to be like Blake. I guess the 80’s rock stars just didn’t cut it as role-models. My classmates sported the look and sputtered out the (non) values. Meanwhile, I carried around a volume of essays by Harold Bloom and felt that I was nearing Escape Velocity.

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“My Name is Harold Bloom…and I’m a Role Model for Teenagers. Now put down the Potter and go read some Milton. ” 

Time is folding inward.

The Past is throwing up its Gems as a tidal wave crushes the beach. The Future is showering down Stars which set fire to the Urth.

Corrosion implies two things:

Dissolution and Growth.

As alluded to in our last blog, the Numisgnostic doesn’t “grade coins” as does the Numismatic. The most wretched and worn of discs may very well serve as the Cornerstone for a Church Not Made With Hands.

Copper is the Conductor-not the THING ITSELF.

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A Magical Mirror in Action 

In this sense, Numisgnosis connects to Spagyrics.

Hell, your HUMAN BODY connects to Spagyrics. It is an ongoing process where growth and decay rely upon each other. As a Branch of Alchemy, we bear influence on the automatic process of Growth/Decay to give it a new direction in accordance with particular spiritual aims.

Those who align with the Corrosion Corp do so in conjunction with the Cult of Phred (C.o.P.) and, thus, become “Coppers.”
This makes of the Initiate a Magical Mirror, a Conductor (implying both Mediumship and active participation in directing movement-and, thus, consequence/effect-on the train track gridwork of experience).

WHAT are we CONDUCTING?

This Question cost the First Agent his Mortal Life. It wasn’t pretty. In fact, it sucked Donkey Balls. Total Fucking Hell.

I helped pull the necktie from his dead throat.

“A Serious Game,” indeed.

These days I’m in Communion with Agent One. It’s a Time Jump from imagining how Robert Blake communicated with his Brother to being in the same sort of direct communication with Agent One.

In essence, The Corrosion Corp takes advantage of the Growth/Decay process on multiple planes of experience to wake up the Sleeping Soul-Self and then rescue it from the Whirlpool into which it has been born.

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RETURN OF THE HOODOO PILOT BARDO TAROT

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We enter Time at the Spiral Gate.

As inquiries and requests for The HOODOO PILOT BARDO TAROT have continued to come rolling in to Space Hoodoo HQ, I have decided to rewrite the original booklet which accompanied the first run of the deck. Initially, I offered a short introduction to the Tarot, followed by a series of comments and quips on each one of these idiosyncratic cards. I use the term “idiosyncratic” because the symbols and images employed in creating this deck were quite eclectic and personal. In my own treating of the Tarot Keys, I have depicted an extremely diverse array of themes. We find in this Magical Gallery an Egyptian Priestess, the Nordic God Odin, an old school crystal radio and a tower built from coffee cups.

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It’s a bit of a mix.

For myself, this mix comes together without any problem. This is because the Tarot is really a “skeleton” upon which we cultivate a “new skin” whereby it may walk, talk and serve as a Traveling Companion on our personal path through this world (and others).

This is one of the primary uses of the Tarot, to open what we call M.A.P.s (or Mandala Access Points). As a whole, the Tarot offers a depiction of reality in its many facets, fitting the diversified components into a harmonious unified structure. For those who have worked with the Tarot in conjunction with the Qabalistic Tree of Life, this is apparent. The Tree lays out a schematic of our World from the mundane realm of bodily life and sense impressions (Malkuth, the “Kingdom”) to the heights of transcendental and supernal glory (Kether, the “Crown”). Any card drawn can be located on this map and help us to orient our inner compass thereby.

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However, each card also connects into our life condition as a type of “perfection in potentia.” The symbolic framework of each image is related to in a very personal way as we discern its connection to whatever we happen to be dealing with and what we may BECOME by means of that process.

Thus the interplay between the Personal and Universal, Individual and Cosmic, is an absolutely vital aspect of making the Tarot “work” in ANY fashion.

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Wittgenstien once remarked that the whole purpose of Philosophy is to discover connections. Hence, Philosophy wasn’t something reserved for those who would read endless volumes of heady books and argue with others over the correct way to assess life, the universe and everything. To be a Philosopher meant being engaged with an active examination of life itself. It doesn’t matter whether your views might later be overturned. That’s the whole POINT. To keep pushing in deeper, to keep swimming out into the stars with change and transmutation expressing a dynamic process of development.
After writing the book meant to put all Philosophical questions to rest forever, Wittgenstein was challenged by a friend who, making a simple “naughty gesture,” poked a hole through his airtight approach. All wrapped up and good to go? Not anymore. And so he went back to work, endlessly attacking the new problem, discovering new connections, questioning more than postulating.

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In fact, I find this to be one of the most powerful things about Wittgenstein’s philosophy. He presents more questions than answers. Where some present a point of view meant to seat people in a room where they can spend the rest of their lives, Wittgenstein was picking the locks on doors leading into unexplored vistas.

For some, being a Philosopher means erecting a castle. For Ludwig Wittgenstein, it meant GETTING ON THE TRAIN.
Think of the Tarot like THIS. You are a Philosopher and the Tarot is your Train. And you’re going to ride with interesting passengers.

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With this thought in mind, we relaunch the HOODOO PILOT BARDO TAROT. I wished to write more extensively on each card, describing what it’s loaded with, why its content was important to me and why I fit it into the Tarot Structure as I did. It’s my feeling that in doing so, this deck will serve as more than a “variation on a theme.” It can indicate considerations which forge the connections of which Wittgenstein wrote. The idea is not to turn up images which have been mastered by the intellect but to open gates whereby the Mind & Heart, known as one thing, can look with new eyes at M.A.P. location, fueling up for movement.

Just as THE Tarot is a Living Organic Verity, given expression in endless symbols, so it is that Mandalas depict RELATIONSHIPS which are always in motion and never static. This requires motion, Thelemic “GO-ING,” if you will (no pun intended), a coming into a direct knowing of the Balance and Symmetry therein shown.

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Part Portable Gallery, Magical Autobiography and Divination System, we offer this deck for $55 + post. If interested in purchasing this pack, please contact us at kylefite@yahoo.com. Each deck is made to order, cut by hand and will be shipped with its accompanying book.

We will continue to post Tarot updates on this blog and also at www.spacebuddhaa.com

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“Ultimately, being lost in the Labyrinth is the same thing as being on the Royal Road…the real purpose of any Tarot is not to poke at and predict a possible future but to present a Form-Vehicle whereby we function as Co-Creators with the Cosmic Mind, fashioning from Illusion a Work of Amazing Artistry.”

-Kyle Fite, The Hoodoo Pilot Bardo Tarot (original booklet)

Space Buddhaa Mandala Access Points

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After several recent posts on our Facebook site, Spacebuddhaa.com has received numerous inquiries as to future projects and, more specifically, items which “carry a charge” and deliver “good mojo.” We are presently at work on a Starter Kit for two such Power Objects (Space Buddhaa Mandala Access Points or “M.A.P.s”). The idea behind this is to offer much more than an item which simply ends up as an acquisition. No matter how much energy and intent is put into an object, there must be an Interface with it whereby transmission can occur. Therefore, more than just the item itself needs to be delivered.

Some people want to know exactly what went into a item they are purchasing. Was it blessed? Run through ritual? And WHO has that sparkly magical power to make an object “hot?” Or is it just powerful in and of itself, collected by our hands and ready to arrive preloaded in your mailbox?

What folks are looking for is the sales-pitch. Justification for their mystification. Well, we can certainly write some good copy and pump it out as an advertisement. But this sidesteps the essential element of active engagement on part of the individual. With this in mind, we are preparing our first offering for 2015 as both art object and vehicle for unfolding Spirit Contact, a type of Starter Pack for a field of mystical exploration within the Spiritism of the Space Buddhaa Continuum.

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Each pack will contain it’s object, a sculptural piece to be used in conjunction with it and full instruction book with limited edition art plate. In essence, we are developing a means for anyone to link into a highly charged Network of Cooperative Intelligence resonating with Degrees of Transpersonal Consciousness emanating from the Space Buddhaa Mandala.

If this sounds overly complex, it’s not and we will be preparing this material as an accessible vehicle for anyone wishing to devote a small bit of time to growing out of the Personality Program.

In the words of SpaceBuddhaa:

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The theme of the M.A.P. will continue in upcoming posts.

-Hoodoo Pilot, Space Buddhaa Time Rep

SPACEBUDDHAA MISSION-PART TWO: “WATCH YOUR PARKING METERS”

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“What drives you on?”

This is a question which arose this evening at Space Buddhaa HQ which we are now regarding as Space Buddhaa Mission 1, after the Spanish Missions which served as centers of Power and Proselytizing. Our Mission, however, entails neither one of these things in the common understanding of the words.

Whereas the old Missions sought to subjugate the people to a particular doctrine or allegiance wherein Control might be more firmly established and effectively managed, Space Buddhaa Mission exists to transform its Environment through cooperation in the Self-Liberation of the Inward Star within each Being.

Those who engage in this Art become Space Buddhaa Reps.

We want to be clear about what this means. No one receives a membership card in the mail along with a quarterly newsletter. Organizational affiliation is NOT what Space Buddhaa is about. The term “Rep” does not imply “Representative” (as in “Now YOU can sell our products, promote our shtick etc”) but “Representation.”

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“We’re all One.” A warm, fuzzy thought…until we actually EXPERIENCE it!

The Space Buddhaa Rep (or SBR) is a Representation of Space Buddhaa through Self-Directed Form in Time. This link between Space Buddhaa and manifest movement extends beyond even the Name Itself. In fact, this type of Path will readily evoke New Names for THE Consciousness back of which Form and Void dance in Continuum. We find the “Cult of One” preferrable to any group in that it pushes the individual directly into Reality Itself on every level. There is a heavy degree of personal responsibility attendant to this Path and it has been our experience that the average human being will do almost anything to avoid this. This includes embracing the expressed notion of taking personal responsibility. Layer after layer of sophisticated self-deception abounds.

The Great Philosopher Wittgenstein said that the most difficult thing for a human being to do was NOT DECEIVE THEMSELVES. Reading this, we all would like to think “Certainly, that’s not ME! I know what’s going on!”

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Everyone wanted to play…until the DOLL wanted to play with THEM! 

Despite this knee-jerk reaction, we all are up against a wall, what can be called “The Next Step.” Again, in our experience, this step tends to be something small and simple, easily enough expressed in words. But it comes with a cost, a type of loss. This evokes pain and discomfort.

Of course, there is plenty of discomfort to be passed out by any School, Church, Teaching and so on. The pain of our lower back, for example, as we sit on a cushion and attempt to meditate. But we also feel good about that pain. We’re suffering toward some “higher end” and so we give ourselves a pat on the back, even if we humbly bow to the saffron robe who seemed unperturbed by two hours in an unflinching lotus posture.

There is a different kind of pain which will keep us in thumbscrews to avoid it.

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In the various “Worlds” described by different Buddhist Schools, we encounter the “Asura Realm,” the “Realm of Jealous Gods.” This is one of the most dangerous and insidious zones to occupy as it will readily replicate the forms of Higher Realms to keep the Human Heart trapped. Behind this projection of form are parasitic entities who feed off the high levels of energy generated in this Realm. These all flow upward, as it were, from the “Lower Realms” of Hell, Animality and so forth, “dressed up” in a manner making incisive identifcation extraordinarily difficult, if not impossible. “Humility,” for example, masks Pride which is masking Fear as it produces a refined form of personal aggression. Outward behavior and the Inward State do not match but they are related in a complex schematic.

There is something ELSE which keeps this bit of “wiring” plugged into the wall.

This is the horrifying fear of loss of self-identification on the grid.

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“Mind Forg’d Manacles.” In general, they SUCK. They also make the World Go Round. 

Have you ever met anyone who was excommunicated? Kicked out? I’m not talking about the “raised Catholic” kid who never was “really” into the Church and gets an obligatory boot for being a gay atheist. I’m talking about the person who IDENTIFIES, the person who is IN. There is a heavy emotional and psychological agony for this individual. Oftentimes, they will seek after some new alignment like a person cast out of one lifeboat and paddling madly at another. Anything to keep from sinking into those waters. I personally know of MANY who have entered a new group, a new way of self-identifying, and proclaimed that they had, at last, found their “Home.”

It’s not the group here that is important. It’s the notion of HOME. Of having something to provide a context for a lost soul who doesn’t have the self-knowledge and love to operate without it.

Many years ago, I was in correspondence with a fellow occultist who was devising his own Magical Order. He was growing increasingly disenchanted with a certain large organization of which he was a member and looking for something MORE. He sent me his structure of initiation and it was wonderful. Rituals, work, details up the wazoo. But here’s the thing: once a person finally reaches the TOP, he was kicked out. We’re talking knocked to the curb with no chance of ever coming back.

This was brilliant. And, I might add, really not the formula for any kind of self-perpetuating club.

But he GOT IT.

The whole GOAL of Initiatory Systems is to GET TO THE TOP. And WHY? What DRIVES US ON???

Do I really want to be some Sovereign Grand Inspector Inquisitor Commander-in-Chief Royal Knight and Sublime Prince of Too Sexy for my Sash Secrets with five thousand numbers and acronyms signed after my myriad of Magical Names?

Well, Hell to the Yeah, Brother! Especially when there’s titillating Tantra, book contracts and the amazing power to allude with Authority (“Recognize!”).

But I’m not being entirely cynical here.

When I entered the Masonic Temple for my Entered Apprentice Degree, I was more full-on than words could describe. My Heart LONGED FOR the “Secrets of a Master Mason.” And, like a lot of passionate and sincere seekers, I was ready to crawl through hell and back for this imagined “Light” I might receive. I WANTED the hardcore real deal and, as you can guess, I imagined much more than would be delivered. I was ready for a knife to the chest, drawing blood. I expected to be physically buried in a coffin. Push me to all limits. I’ll GIVE IT!

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Why?

I wanted MORE.

I would later on feel as if I was standing outside my body when I served my Lodge as Worshipful Master in 2000. I didn’t ever WANT to be a big shot. I wanted…LIGHT.

With this in mind, I feel the hearts of so many who have laid themselves down before others in the hope of connecting with some Divine Truth, something MORE. I know people who have been abused and taken for a ride. They got dumped off on the side of the road when it was all done. Creepy Cons and Crapulous Christs.

Yes, I, also, learned the word “crapulous” from Crowley.

No one is passing out “Truth for Free.”

Except those who DO. And these you’ll find meeting in a Sanctuary overseen by a Janitor. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read Hermann Hesse’s “Journey to the East.”

Spacebuddhaa.com is the Mission of Kyle and Jedrik in Spacetime. As a website, we will be offering a variety of artwork, objects and items. We stand by what we present. We want everyone who receives a parcel from us to enjoy what they’ve purchased. But we don’t “Sell Soul.” We generate material from what we ARE: a Cult of One. The value of such a Cultus is the freedom to give what we HAVE.

The real Space Buddhaa Reps will soon be calling themselves by other names, tapping a Well of Richness from Within. No one will get booted out of the “Space Buddhaa Ashram”-because it can never exist. Space Buddhaa is not Hinayana, Mahayana or Tantra…or even “Buddhist.” The whole notion of Buddha is that of a Divine Figure who is “awake,” beyond self-deception. This is not a Personage but a flowing Reality of Being which expresses Itself in Form. This is the nature of the “Star-Self” whose Light can never be extinguished.

The Mission serves the Mission.

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SPACEBUDDHAA-History & Mission Part One

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In the early 1990’s, Kyle Fite filled a sketchbook with various drawings, studies and notes revolving around comic book and illustration projects. A simple sketch found its way into those pages, entitled “Space Buddha.” It was just a scrawl, a little bit of sci-fi and, truth be told, Kyle didn’t really know much, if anything, about Buddhism. He just liked the idea of some meditation master floating in a space pod.

In 2012, Kyle found this old sketchbook and wrote to a fellow esotericist of a series of letters he had recently sent to an Occult Master:

“The content of those letters addresses Buddhism and my interest in several sections in the Voudon-Gnostic Workbook which deals with Buddhism and the Nemirion Race from the Orion Constellation (which I suggest are related). It’s funny-many many years ago in a sketch book from college, I drew a small image called “Space Buddha” with a seated figure in an egg-shaped pod. At the time, I knew nothing of LAM or Buddhism, really. This is no great drawing but I am finding increasingly that small and seemingly inconsequential things are sometimes more powerfully prescient with greater connectivity than our endeavors to do so consciously.”

Between the drawing and this communication, Kyle would, in fact, take a keen interest in Buddhist Practice, studying and practicing with two different organizations over the years, Tibetan and Japanese.

It would be during the “Japanese Years” that practice would open to a series of telepathic events linking to Aleister Crowley’s Book of the Law. However, Kyle’s previous “Thelemic Self-Identification” was giving way to a new field of experience, indicating an extraterrestrial source of communication. Turning to the works of Kenneth Grant, everything began flowing into the Vortex of LAM. This was followed by 15 months of practicing the LAM SERPENT SADHANA as written by Mr. Michael Staley.

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“Serpent Sadhana”-Linocut based on experience with Trans-Yuggothian Pyramid (cover artwork for for STARFIRE Vol. 2 No. 3)   

It was also during this general timeframe, that Kyle and several others formulated what might be deemed a “Micro Order” to investigate the ongoing stream of communication and exploration. Short lived, the Order was given it’s name by Kyle who relinquished his own “Motto” to bestow it upon the group. That Name was A-Sh-A and was understood to mean “The Fire which Burns Between Beginnings.”

The striking power of the Double A had already been well-lodged in Kyle’s mind (as with many others) who had read of a certain Secret Order in the works of Crowley.

The fascination with A.’. A.’. grew in lieu with its claims to have existed long before Crowley announced its activity to the World. This is the mystique of History. It was Voltaire who wrote that “History is a Pack of Tricks played by the Dead upon the Living.” Did this particular Occult Order really exist BEFORE Crowley or had he just slapped a bunch of mythic “credentials” on his new gig? This seems to be an old game (“Hello, Fama Fraternitatis!”).

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John the Con…Gettin’ It On.

Kyle would buy into many of these games, driven by desire to find the Secret Sanctuary kept clean and safe from this soiled world. Along the way, he would discover a book by a certain “Rosicrucian” who lived and died ere Crowley was born-and in this book was an allusion to secret Order known as…the A.A.”

Research met brick walls and, in the end, it was the Mystique which carried the most power. It wasn’t so much the OBJECT of the Quest but the Inner NEED to set about it.

A.A. lived. We are not speaking of the several groups using this name and carrying Crowley’s work forward. The power of the Letters themselves, which are symbols conveying IDEAS, was of value to adopt as a Magical Name. There was tremendous energy in this and it always evoked the passionate voice of Jaz Coleman as he sung:

“I want to be in a place of beginnings…not endings.”

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Jaz Coleman-One ounce of Honest Angst is worth a Pound of Pretend Piety

Kyle would later meet his partner who was, unbeknownst to him, already identifying herself as SPACEBUDDHAA.
All of the above anecdotes are a smattering of the MYRIAD events, people and connections which have colored the Voyage of Hoodoo Pilot (“The Artist formerly known as [insert one of a dozen Magical Names]”).

Knees have been bruised as many times as insight has been gained. The “Spiritual Path” is not a pretty one. After all, it’s a human affair-and people have a marvelous ability to disappoint. However, it was Crowley who observed that a magical diary filled with a record of errors was more valuable than a few furtive moments of “success.” This is Edison with all his light bulb failures. Kyle & Space have been down many dead ends and the maps we want to share are those which cut a Path through the snares. This is no “Word from on High” but rather (as Burroughs wrote) a “Word to the Wise Guy.”

What is happening now involves a double vortex, pouring in and spilling out, calling forth a new Tarot Structure and Sutra. Elements are magnetized, pushed into the Slipstream of Time and set on Fire. Dross and Slag bubble, movement vaporizes folly.

But there is “That Which Remains.” Incandescent Bones of a Form assembling itself in the Fiery Flesh of Time.
SpaceBuddhaa and Hoodoo Pilot were magnetized beyond geographic locale and through karmic fields of tremendous opposition to give birth to the Entity Space Hoodoo.

The Mission Statement of Space Hoodoo is very simple. Ala the Masonic Rite, the Inner Tekton has “long been in darkness and now seeks to be brought to LIGHT.” We are producing material meant to serve this purpose. There is an underlying picture or map upon which the Eternal Hunger of the Being in Time seeks Home. This Being in Time comes crippled into the World, readily sucked into the Tractor Beams projected by those who have understood Spiritual Need in the same way that the Kraft Corporation understands hunger.

It’s been said that one should never try to “wise up the marks.” It is also true that not all “marks” remain so. There is an inward hunger for Truth beyond all stop-points and we believe this Fire Between Beginnings is a Singular Flame burning in the Core of all Consciousness.

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DHARMAKARA ENTERS THE LIGHT OF WORLD FREEDOM KING (Birth of Amida Butsu)-graphite on paper, 8 ½” by 11” (private collection)

On this evening, December 26th, 2014, Space Hoodoo dropped three consecrated Crystals into the middle of Kooteny Lake, British Columbia. This was-and is-a Magical Act, meant to serve as a vital Beacon System for the forth-going Work wherein we wish to serve as a Co-Creative Support System for Tektonia Emergent.

Just as there exists an interconnected crystalline network of energy and communication within the vicinity of our HQ, we have been working around the clock to assemble our material, ranging from writing to artwork to magical objects for use in contacting spaces beyond those ascertained by the senses, each offering connection to a vision wherein the Human and Cosmic may know themselves as One Thing. From this vision we will continue our history and it’s projection forward into all Timezones.

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“Buddha Smokes The Myo Pipe”-which holds much more than the Opium of the People

BARDO BEAR & THE BODHISATTVA BRIGADE

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Who IS Bardo Bear?

I first encountered this Entity (and yes, I regard Bardo Bear as an ENTITY as opposed to a “character”) through the medium of the Prosperity Path Virtual Meditation Games, known to frequent players (or, perhaps better put, PRAY-ers) as “Orbs.”

Along the path one runs through a carefully constructed Bardoscape, designed to address a variety of human concerns, there is a chamber in which one encounters a lone Teddy Bear. Touching this game-object, a voice is heard, offering one of the simplest and most effective ways to lift another’s spirit:

Hugs to YOU.

It’s sweet and fun and, experiencing this in-game “pick-up” with regularity, an inner flame of basic goodwill and happiness is stirred and stoked. After all, one doesn’t typically receive a hug without giving it back at that same time.

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As an enthusiast of the Prosperity Path method of gaming (which is really a magical practice), I would end up, like many others, moving from the experience of running my first Orb to collecting the “library.” Anyone who does this begins to notice that many of these game-spaces resemble each other. There is a basic map layout which is filled with a lot of the same items, scenery and so forth.

However, as each Orb is designed to address a different dilemma, we find some tweaking of the common design in our sundry runs.

One such variation really stuck out for me.

As I entered the chamber where my plush and cotton-stuffed friend would normally be waiting, I found in his place a rippling pillar of FIRE.

This Flame offered the same hug…and I knew both IT and our Teddy Bear Friend were one and the same.

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The name “Bardo Bear” came to me from the get-go. It was how he introduced himself to me. There is “secret” back-story which belongs with E.J. Gold, the gamemaster who spearheaded this series of moving meditations. We will find that Teddy’s name, in the Orbs, is actually “Gladly, the Cross-Eyed Bear” and the origins of his inclusion in the idiosyncratic symbol set encountered in these virtual spaces lies with the designer. Regardless, the image of the cuddly companion who has shared a pillow with thousands of sleeping boys and girls hearkens from the realm of archetypes as much as it makes reference to an object familiar from prevalence in modern culture. B-Bear carries as much weight and meaning as suns and serpents, matrons and mountains.

Teddy is a type of totem, an animal form partaking of anthropomorphic associations. This is very much like the shape-shifting shaman who invokes any number of animal forms to enhance personal power and ability. Our bear also appears in child-guise, embodying uncorrupted innocence and play. It should be no surprise, then, that we find in this form an image of warmth, love, protection and power.

These qualities all connect to their primordial origin which is the Super-Sanity of Spirit.

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One of the oldest symbols for the Divine Presence is FIRE. We can find many examples throughout human and religious history-and the symbol persists to this day. From this Ultimate Source of Life & Light radiates the Wisdom wherein we might know our True Nature as temporarily incarnate in flesh and yet abiding in Spirit. This awareness obliterates so many human reactive tendencies based on fear, itself rising rising from ignorance of the unknown coupled with self-preservation instincts hardwired into the temporal body-mind. When Gnosis floods consciousness, fear is dispelled as the True Nature of both Body and Spirit is known, opening the gates to a very childlike approach to the situation of incarnate life. By childlike, we don’t mean naive or inexperienced. Rather, there is the ability to sidestep all the encrustations of a so-called “adult world” in which the majority of human beings operate through systems built from ignorance of Spiritual Reality and default to mechanisms fed from fear.

Yes, Teddy Bears are for Children. But “Unless ye become as little children, ye shall not see the Kingdom of God.”

Of course, they crucified the guy who said that. After all, he was a huge threat to the established way of doing things. Plenty of people would be put out of business if his message ever caught on. And that prospect was certainly reacted against with FEAR.

There is actually a Fear of Fearlessness.

Two thousand years of “Christianity” doesn’t really count as a failed track run for the Way of the Living Christ when that name-swiping religion, with all its socio-political maneuvers and saturation in psychological illness, has essentially hijacked the message, distorting (or flat out ignoring) it through a myriad of convoluted and warring theologies driven by the very tendencies the Man from Nazareth attempted to show a way through.

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Thus we have in Bardo Bear a type of revolutionary figure. But there is no organized agenda here. The peaceful power delivered through this fuzzy form is acceptable when kept quaint and quiet, immobile on bedcovers and relegated to an age which will, as a matter of course, be compelled to shove its eternal energies into a photo album of onesie-wearing days gone by.

I began actively working our Buddy through a series of artified coin-flips in which his smiling and playful persona was portrayed around any given US Lincoln cent. But soon, he wanted new ways to manifest, new outfits and roles to play. I drew and painted him as both Guru and Chela, a gun-toting bandito and a fighter from the future wearing Evil Eddie’s get-up from Iron Maiden’s “Caught Somewhere In Time.”

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Bardo Bear was becoming more than a theme for me. He was becoming a transmitter, the means through which a particular Bodhisattva was wishing to manifest into Spacetime.

With this Influx from the “Beyond Within,” Space Hoodoo HQ has begun the work of establishing the Teddy Temple, a B-Bear Power Zone operating with its own unique “Phuzzy Physics” to empower a variety of Objects intended to carry and extend the influence of this Bodhisattva into Spacetime. This Work utilizes a type of Living Flowchart upon which its Temple Equipment is arranged and this will be further described in a later post.

The basic gist is that an Intelligent Energy Matrix (resembling a Cosmic Fire) infuses a crystaline structure within the Body of our Central Bear. From this Contact Point, replicating lines of force are directed by means of an Invocatory Process into a series of coin flips which are just as important as the coins they carry. The two go hand in hand to make the machine functional and active BUT the art is more than just a color we’ve chosen to paint the car. The specific design and its elements provide an “anatomy” for the radionic coin to operate in the owner’s sphere of experience. It is very similar to manner in which Voudon Veves work. There is a big difference between printing out “Erzulie’s Symbol” from any number of websites and actually working with-and through-that structure-or map-as a magical mirror into the Vuduverse where authentic communion may occur.

If this sounds like some half-baked psuedo-science, that’s fine. What we are really talking about is a ritual operation wherein raw energies are linked to intelligent form, the result being a type of thumb-drive to get a particular program onto the computer of your consciousness. It’s safe, virus free and will result in the opening of other files and programs you may not have even known were available on your machine.

On the simplest level, we are creating the new series of fun-flips from all previous experiments in coinological art and magic as a series of charms which are intended to be extremely affordable, highly effective and available to ALL. From serious situations to stuffing a stocking, B-Bear is preparing to launch his Legion of Love.

In conjunction with this Temple, we will be creating and releasing the BARDO BEAR ADVENTURE TAROT, Consecrated Coins and the first issue of Bardo Bear Comix as well as fully painted canvases, prints and further written material. This all goes “live” ere the Sun slips out of Scorpio. Come Centaur-Time, B-Bear Items and a variety of other projects will be available via the revamped Spacebuddhaa Website. For now, any inquiries may be directed to kylefite@yahoo.com.

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SPACE HOODOO COMIX # 1: WAKE UP!

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The first issue of Space Hoodoo Comix is now available. Starring Little Hoodoo & Little Space, Aleister Crowley, H.P. Lovecraft, Spacebuddhaa Jedrik, Kenneth Grant, LAM, a non-descript Jehovah’s Witness and Kyle Fite (whose guts are duly torn out by Crab-Aliens from the Nameless Nebula).

There’s blood, bones and bodily fluids. And Toast. All packed into 24 pages with full color cover and tipped in color plates.

With the first issue, we’ve “set the scene” and are looking forward to how it will all unfold. Similar to David Lynch’s approach to the creation of his masterwork, Inland Empire, I do not have an extensive “script” that’s been mulled over and now requires arduous crafting into a finalized form. The story and its delivery are one thing. The angle taken has me thinking of what William Burroughs wrote about NAKED LUNCH:

Most books are written as if they’ve HAPPENED. This book is HAPPENING.

And it IS.

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I have about as much an idea as to where it’s all going as I do with this “real life.” Sure, I’ve got plans and am on my Path. But the first hour of every day is enough to let us know that the unexpected and unpredictable can and will rear its hydra head without warning. Best to take a stance where we dance with it. Or at least effectively improvise our battle plan.

As an artist, I’ve had the frustrating experience many a time where someone would express repulsion and horror over some “dark image” I had created-and then chuckle at the seeming “whimsy” of another. Yet from my own creative center, the energies may be wholly opposite of what appears at first sight. A gothic image, running with black blood and cryptic sigils, may have been knocked off while I was listening to some upbeat song. On the flip, a cartoony scrawl might connect to levels of hard-earned experience gained with no small amount of suffering and painful rebirth.

I’m contemplating the writing of a commentary to go alongside Space Hoodoo Comix down the line. There is actually a lot of precision behind the seeming nonchalance. For example, the single panel where Rev. Michael Bertiaux gets “a letter from England” is based on a memorable phone call I had made right after Kenneth Grant had died.

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There is an off-handed and even parodic treatment of LAM in this first episode. LAM is an easy “target” for jabs, jibes and jokes. It’s my personal opinion that there may well have been some off-color humor in Crowley’s mind when he drew the image that so impressed young Grant. Despite all of this, I experienced a series of events in conjunction with LAM years back which resulted in extensive meditative work, wearing me down into exhaustion and “Breakthrough Breakdown.” To this day, the “Cult of LAM” remains a bristling source of ever-deepening esoteric exploration transmitting both beauty and Gnosis on the edge of human awareness.

So where we see the pissed-off Guru of All Things Daathian sitting on his little zafu-asteroid, it may seem as if I regard the entire theme as a lark. Nothing could be further from the truth.

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In comics, we can slash right into the subject. A few lines can effectively form the necessary associative link in a viewer’s mind to communicate data. This data is then put into a context where it takes effect. Even if the reader simply “gets the joke” and laughs, the dynamic evoked has proven remarkably effective.

Magic runs along these lines (no pun intended). It’s ALL communication (which is to say CONTACT). Bring two things together and there is the manifestation of a third thing. Yes, it’s sort of Hegelian. But there is always such chaotic potential when Thesis & Antithesis meet. The resulting Synthesis is not restricted to a single mathematical outcome, prepackaged and predictable. It may, however, be guided in its formation.

And THAT is Shamanic Activity.

I wasn’t thinking of any of these things when I was kid and drawing my own comics in gradeschool. But there is one thing I wish to note as I look back on those days. I created my comics at breakneck speed, writing and drawing as quickly as possible. What I was really doing was calling up the experience of READING the comic even as I was MAKING it!

Fast forward and inclinations remain the same. Whether it’s comics or poetry, essays or fiction, I go toward the place where I can enter into the creative space and work my way out from there. I like the story of Jack Kerouac cranking a ROLL of paper into his typewriter so he didn’t have to be interrupted by the chore of adding new sheets when he’d reach the bottom.

You don’t need any dead weight when chasing the muse. And you want to catch her while she’s ovulating. It’s All in the Egg…so Shake a Leg!

Just cuz Will ain’t cryin’ “Because” doesn’t mean it don’t know what it DOES!

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Each issue of Space Hoodoo Comix will end with an “Editorial” with further reflections on these and many other topics.

Issue # 1 (“Wake Up!”) is printed, with all its horror, humiliation and humor, in black and white with hand-signed color cover and two signed tipped in color plates along with Hoodoo Pilot affirmation card. First issue with color prints being offered for $15 + post. Contact us at kylefite@yahoo.com to get your copy.

SPACE HOODOO COMIX PART ONE: THE HISTORY OF KOPHI

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Little Hoodoo & Little Space fuse into Little Space Hoodoo (from Space Hoodoo Comix # 1)

Fourscore and Twenty Years Ago (or some period of time feeling that long), a dear friend of mine mailed me an issue of the comic book TOO MUCH COFFEE MAN (which later meta-morphed into one of the only magazines worth reading: TOO MUCH COFFEE, MAN). We were both Brothers of the Bean and the gift was well-received.

In that particular issue, Author and Artist Shannon Wheeler presented a “mini-comic,” the format and creation of which was very simple: simply take one sheet of standard printing paper, fold into fours and designate a template with front cover and 7 pages of material. Draw it up, fold it up, add a staple and trim off the top.

Bingo! You’ve got a mini-comic!

Well, I had to give it a try myself. And then I had to try it again.

And soon, I couldn’t stop.

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At the time, I was corresponding heavily with my dear friend, Dennis O’Brien, an Artist-Writer-Wizard from the Rockford area in Illinois. We had met at an art show where I was exhibiting, struck up a conversation about Comics, Cabala & the Corrosion of Culture and, essentially, became best friends overnight. This friendship rapidly became an ongoing multi-media maelstrom of communication in which the US Postal System became our SECOND best friend. Letters turned into packages stuffed with cards, notes, artwork, bags of coffee and 90 minute cassettes wherein we’d document our days on hand-held recorders from the vantage point of the Pentagency (a secret society so cloaked and clandestine that we only let ourselves in-which probably accounts for our history being wholly devoid of schism or imitative offshoots).

Eventually we’d both catch up to speed with the internet and discover faster and more expedient ways to converse. Email. Instant chat. But we had already developed our artform and didn’t give a shit about expediency. The manner in which we mailed material to each other began to generate certain magical feedback into our separate spheres of spiritual adventure.

Dennis turned me onto Robert Anton Wilson and William Burroughs. I still owe him a debt of gratitude for introducing me to the power and potential in Positive Paranoia.

I repaid the favor by turning him onto mini-comix as an artform.

The Pentagency was also known as K.O.P.H.I. (Kult of Phred, Incorporated, International and then Intergalactic).

Since Dennis’ death in 2002, we are now Interdimensional.

So who the hell is Phred?

Phred entered our correspondence from the get-go as the universal yellow smiley face, created by State Mutual’s Harvey Ball in 1963. He was known to us at that time simply as “Fred.” Over the course of hundreds of letters, little Mr. Sunshine would eventually reveal his true nature as one of the Good Greys, a Master Alchemist from the Sirius Star System-and we would become his Agents.

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Saint Harvey channeling Fred v 1.0 from Sirius B

Both the Phredian Mythos and Modus Operandi of the Kultus was well underway as a joint-endeavor when I wrote and drew Kophi Komix # 1. As “K.O.P.H.I.” wasn’t my own private possession (we had decided that we’d both be Popes in the Kultus-with shared infallibility), it only made sense that Dennis’ mini-comics were ALSO entitled Kophi Komix. Maybe we could have cheerfully agreed to sue each other over copyright infringement but seeing as neither of us had any money, we just went ahead as partners in mindcrime and we each ran our own series.

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Front Cover of Kophi Komix # 13, drawn and quartered by Dennis O’Brien (aka Dionysus Orion aka Avocado Johnson of Swamp Studios)

As we sent issues back and forth in the mail to each other, the storylines began to bleed into one another and timelines overlapped. Soon, we had “connective conundrums” to address and thus began filling the storyline spaces between issues with sub-issues (i.e between MY issue # 2 and HIS issue # 3, one of us might need to draw up issue # 2.1 and # 2.2 to handle seeming discrepancies in continuity-I hadn’t read Wittgenstein yet but you can see why I would eventually find his Tractatus quite appealing).

At a certain point we just started numbering every issue ZERO and even WE didn’t know how many ZERO issues we had floating about.

The magic was increasing, the mythos was growing and every arcane pursuit (which included a form of Gematria utilzing Goldfish crackers) was being pulled into the vortex we were stirring into Alien Java with a spoon.

And then Dennis died.

There is much I’ve not addressed in this blog but suffice to say: along with our chaotic and free-form shamanic comix, there had grown a friendship which had only expanded over time in terms of depth and love.

D was my Brother and my Friend.

I recall sitting in my shitty little one bedroom apartment when I received news of his death. As could be expected, I felt sick, sad and hollow, as gutted as I wished the Reaper had been for being such a fucker that day.

And I distinctly recall the thought which entered my head at that moment:

“That’s the end of Kophi Komix.”

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I mean, how was it to go on? It wasn’t about ME, it was about US! We did this TOGETHER!

There was the visitation, the funeral, the moving on with life.

But I wasn’t “moving on.”

And so I sat down one night and folded up a single sheet of paper. I had experienced enough of the magic to know that what I was doing was more than just crafting a cartoon. It was a means of contact being built from the basic toolbox of the cave-shaman.

I drew the first issue of the new volume of Kophi Komix.

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Dennis was back. And so was I. And the Mission was ON.

What Mission? Well, it was Secret Stuff, so Secret that I apparently didn’t even know myself.

“No way out but forward GO.”

All I knew was, like Robert Blake (that would be William Blake’s brother, not the guy in Baretta), Dennis was with me still, a spirit presence guiding the process and working alongside me from the Other Side of things.

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You can’t keep a Good Man down…or DEAD!

That series ran 31 issues. And Horus was, appropriately, one of my pals through those 217 pages (even if he did remove my face with a power drill in one of the later issues).

More comics were created. More of the magic was moved around. And soon those little books began to function along the lines of John Candy’s typewriter in Delirious. So-called Reality and the malleable storyline spelled out in penciled panels began to overlap. This wasn’t quite the walk in the park it might sound like as both Good and Bad Karmas are called for in the recipe and these need to be adequately worked into each other.

Fortunately, there was a master Alchemist from Sirius B on the payroll.

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To this day, I do not hesitate to recommend that every Voudon-Gnostic working along the lines of Michael Bertiaux’s Voudon-Gnostic Workbook and the system of La Couleuvre Noire (for which I presently serve as Sovereign Grand Master) read Scott McCloud’s brilliant book, Understanding Comics. It may seem to be a most unlikely prerequisite study but there are real magical secrets contained in that delightful graphic novel (even if Scott himself would lower his Harry Potter eyeglasses and raise a brow at the suggestion). The dynamics of the reader/comic relationship are examined in great detail and this pouring back and forth of mind and energy is of direct relevance to active work with those symbols attached to the Loa and known as Veves.

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Top Secret Magical Grimoire in which is contained the Ancient Arte of Activating Sigils, Symbols and Smiley Faces 

Dennis readily understood these things and built them into his mini-comix with unique spatial arrangements, hieroglyphics and so forth. The storylines thus functioned on numerous levels at once. The symbols thus employed , however, do not need to be terribly arcane. All that is needed is for them to adequately “read” in the interface which happens on two levels. The first is between the creator and his work. The second is between the work and the reader. Some creators have expertly blended these two levels of connectivity and this, I find, to be the preferrable approach.

If this is beginning to sound abstract, no worries. My purpose in writing this blog was to sketch out a bit of the background for what evolved into my approach to comics as a means to not only entertain but to serve as a field of catharis, existential exploration and, ultimately, magic in the Crowleyan sense: Change occurring in conformity with Will.

Many of the themes worked with in Kophi Komix have now given way to a new phase in the building up of the magical universe. New enemies, new allies, new goals.

What has emerged is SPACE HOODOO COMIX. We are hoping to have the first issue completed, printed and ready to go by this coming weekend. These will no longer be the mini-comix of days gone by although we are looking at including bonus mini-comix with each issue along with trading cards, prayer cards, tarot cards and color prints exclusive to each issue.

The idea is to be sending out a package worth opening and one in which we might offer what the Mighty Mr. McCloud expressed so succinctly in his Grand Grimoire:

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Unless, of course, there’s no self to see.

Then there’ll just be Robots, Cthulhu & a Skull-Faced Kid with a Magic Bone.

Which should work.

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C.S. Lewis GOES TO HELL

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“Dear Lucy, You don’t need to worry about going to Hell. You’re actually already THERE. Love, Clive.”

In his wonderful little novel, The Great Divorce, C.S. Lewis described a very different vision of Heaven than that glibly gobbled up by most. Instead of a wispy wonderland where ethereal beings drift in and out of some floating field of clouds lit with laser light show, new arrivals find themselves confronted with such solidity of Spiritscape as to be dangerous, if not lethal, to their fragile forms, ghostlike in comparison to the ultra-reality of the Higher Realms.

There is a tree hung with marvelous fruits of gold. One newcomer, with an eye for opportunity, decides to get some of these items imported to the Hell Zone where they’d certainly fetch a nice price. Problem is: he can lift nary a one from the ground. They may as well have been cast in iron and held fast by the most powerful supermagnet in the universe.

Too real for those hands, made of misty Maya, to clutch.

The narrator of the tale, a certain fellow with a fondness for furs and fauns, can’t even cross a small stream in this new territory. The waters catch and carry his airy body as if it were a dry and wind-tossed leaf being knocked down a conveyor belt.

Unlike many mainline Christian views on the matter, Lewis’ treatment of Damnation is not one in which adherence to correct dogma determines one’s eternal state of affairs. Regardless of belief or perspective, no one hanging about in Hell is forced stay a moment longer than they choose.

In fact, there is actually a magic bus making daily rounds from the Center of Hell to the Pearly Gates. You just need to get on and take a trip.

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“Fare is FREE…and they actually pay YOU if you ride on the TOP!”

This open door policy, however, isn’t quite as simple as it initially appears. One might be inclined to think Hell’s shopping strips would have closed up long ago if the customers didn’t have to stick around.

The thing is:

THEY WANT TO.

Here we find incredible insight from Lewis in this book. In fact, I think he’s a bit in league with the Tibetans who regard all impressions rising up in the Bardo States between lives as projections of the mind.

We don’t all drum up Dante when making this trek. Lucifer lunching on Judas is more likely to appear as a billboard pushing McDonald’s latest dollar menu.

Now, I believe the traditional theories on Hell hold if we can regard them away from the Thou Shalt Knots.

In essence, the human being is born into a shitstorm.

Prior to popping the mucous plug between Mommy’s belly-pod and that sad farewell to your Pal Placenta, you’ve been infected with this disease called ORIGINAL SIN, the nature of which Phil Dick described, in a private correspondence, as “Being Fucked Up.” Potential at first and typically well-realized in the twinkling of an eye.

An entropy timer on the upper right hand of your computer monitor begins to run and you’ve got just a few short years to beat the disease before you wind up at a certain bus stop.

Sounds about right to me.

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Game Loading…

This death run is BIG BUSINESS. When the economy takes a nosedive, there are certain stores which will never need to scrawl a sad sayonara with sharpie on cardboard to hang in the window. Gas stations, grocery stores and “gentlemen’s clubs” will just adjust their prices and the same crowd keeps rolling in.

The necessities of life, right? Forget the bric-a-brac. Target what someone cannot live without and sort the plan to ensure they get it from YOU.

Theologies break out on the planet like an insect-swarm. Half of the time you don’t even get the option of purchasing a can of Raid. Your parental custodian units are more than happy to see their little bundle of joy fed upon by their preferred parasite of choice. They’ll likely even earn rewards for future purchases.

Ever ask someone what their religious views are and they tell you how they were RAISED?

The program is still functional, held onto in the attic of the mind, “just in case.”

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Wiring Schematic of Religious Indoctrination 

The situation (so swiftly siphoned by those in the know) is rooted in the flowering of consciousness and its tendency toward self-awareness. If you don’t transplant that weed-and fast-we could be looking at a full blown existential crisis leading to strange political views, private mysticism and other assorted perspective points which threaten tight and highly protected levels of societal control. You could be seriously cutting into someone else’s profit margin if your NEW DISEASE starts to spread in the pig pen. The lunch meat in waiting may just decide that farm life doesn’t suit them anymore.

Most pen-pigs, however, are well bred to stick with the Devil They Know. Some rabble-rouser could tear up the fence and, like dutiful doggies, any inadvertent wander-fest will find them wagging their little tails all the way home, even as Charleton Heston is screaming from the wayside: “Soylent Green…is PUPPIES!”

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“That’s fucked UP, Man…” 

Case in point:

Little Lucy pushed through petticoats and saw Satan sauntering about with her Father’s face. Demon Daddy, unhappy with the report card, showed her the way to a lifelong career in conformity, the perimeter of which defined an extraterrestrial exoskeleton wherein her heavy heaving heart would be washed down with a glass of chianti, bottled on her birthday.

A small group of Junior Bodhisattvas calling themselves the “Shunyata Supersquad” happened to be on Christmas Break from H.U. (that’s “Heaven’s University”-no connection with Eckankar) and took her on as a personal case. They were in like Flynn and busted through the beastly bones in a 93 second long display of killer CGI effects with KMFDM’s “ANARCHY” as backing track. The editing room cut this straight into a heartwarming dialogue wherein Lucy was spoken to of her Father & Mother Who Art In Heaven. The camera lingered on the back of the bus as it lifted off the ground, sailed off to the Empyrean and snowflakes shimmered into a fabulous foreground fade-out.

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College Kids bored on Holiday

Lucy was back with her bags that night.

After all, it was Christmas Eve and she needed to tell Daddy about her promotion at work. He wasn’t too pleased with how her life had turned out and he certainly wouldn’t have been impressed if she missed hot ham and tedious tabletalk to gaze at a bunch of golden apples.

Meanwhile, the Parasite from Pluto had rebuilt itself and was stuffed into a stocking, camouflaged as an innocuous item meant to provide pleasure while downloading critical updates to the Guilt File on Lucy’s Heartdrive.

It all looked like another dull round, as Blake would say. And it was. Lovecraftian Horrors continued their pernicious partnership with E.T. parasites who bred in the brain just as flies leave their squirming young in flesh gone gray. All to the tune of Bing Bloody Crosby.

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“I’m dreaming of a White Witch…”

The Good News (read: “Gospel” if you like Jesus, “Glad Word” if you like Horus) is that the bus always runs on time-and the Supersquad isn’t slacking with their studies this semester. All 5 of them are maintaining straight A’s in “Skillful Means Level Two” (albeit with a few bamboo stripes that will probably leave scars).

At the campus commons, they’re planning their Spring Break (and Lucy’s Break OUT).

In truth, they ARE Lucy and they aren’t going to rest until the beatles are broken and she’s back in the sky, dancing to the Diamond Sutra.