None shall be barred

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No one is barred from this Work and all that is necessary will appear, as if by magic, should the Numisgnostic apply the same “calling card” to the Building of the Temple as he or she did to the Finding of the Cornerstone. The Rosicrucians of Old placed no financial burden upon those who would join them-or those they would heal. Numisgnosis is the same. You may spend as much as you’d like on the Path-but none shall be excluded for want.

This being said, there are particular items which will be found essential to the Work at this stage-and the magic, by which the Cornerstone was revealed, will open the Way to obtaining all which is necessary to progress.

The First Mission of the Corrosion Corp is followed by Missions 2 and 3 whereby the Numisgnostic will establish a Power Zone to Link In (Lincoln) to the Corrosion Cathedral.

From within this Power Zone, one learns how to Conceal and Carry.

This is Practical Shamanism and will be proven in the most raw and real fields of experience.

-Hoodoo Pilot

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The Skull Beneath The Skin

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Following hot on the heels of a recent Facebook post, where I shared a brief article on “Hobo Skull Coins,” I was astounded to be gifted with with one these items, custom made by Quarter Master, no less!

What’s a “Hobo Skull Coin?”

And Who is “Quarter Master?”

All shall be revealed momentarily.

For the moment, I’d like to look at the Theme Itself.

The Skull remains one of the most omnipresent and ubiquitous image-symbols we encounter in human artistry. It grabs us and just won’t let go. From the Horrific to the Beautiful, the Whimsical to the Sublime, we all recognize and relate to Boneface.

If asked what the Skull is expressing in any context, most folks will be quick to say “Death.” Interestingly, it’s our old friends, the Freemasons, who saw in the Skull something more than Mortality.

Yes, it’s true that the Skull is first encountered in Masonic Symbolism as a reminder of our frail and fleeting lives, a means to take measure of the same, looking toward what we might contribute to the Grand Human Experiment ere it’s over.

The Skull, however, has also been regarded as a Symbol of Immortality, “That Which Remains,” even after the flesh has faded. It thus takes it place with another Masonic Symbol of Primary Importance, the Acacia, retaining its green vitality even in the “Death” of Winter.

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George Washington, Himself, would appreciate Quarter Master’s manipulation of his visage as America’s first President well understood these Mysteries. The Skull was sometimes called the “Bone Box” among Freemasons. In its mouth was held a Key, never accessed by the Profane but always ready to open the Doors of the Gnosis for those who might enter it with Wisdom and Humility. The Skull, we can now see, expresses Death in Life and Life in Death.

Masonry, at the start, espouses a Teaching on How To Live.

A Brother of the Craft once remarked to me that it was also espousing a Teaching on How To Die.

Now, the Hobo Coin…

I was recently made aware of this collectible coinage via this link:

http://boingboing.net/2015/10/16/coins-carved-to-reveal-skulls.html

Quarter Master wasted no time making me one. I was beyond delighted to receive this gift. It is already a beacon for the Life and Death Complex-but alongside this, it radiates the kindness and love of a friend who crafted an artwork with the intention of making another happy.

THIS is the Masonic Ideal and the Awareness which rises when one is stationed between the Black and White Pillars.

Quarter Master may be found via her Facebook site and she takes custom orders for her unique brand of coin-based jewelry. Prices are beyond reasonable and we recommend her work highly.

As my Numisgnostic bloggery continues, we will look more closely into why Copper is, metaphysically, a significant metal in this Work. For those who may be unaware of the fact, our modern era Quarters are almost wholly made of…Copper. Yes, we call them “Silver” but they are, alchemically speaking, in the same “Family” as the Little Lincolns.

We’ve already begun binding Quarter Punches to Lincoln Cents in our Talismanic Flips.

If one is interested in a hand-crafted Quarter Master Ring, please contact her via this Facebook link:

https://www.facebook.com/quarter.master.54?fref=ts

Yes, these items make wonderful gifts and are a unique and fun item to wear. For those who will be working through exercises on the Numisgnostic Path, these rings will also serve as magical objects of resonant power, ready-made to connect into the Corrosion Cathedral (which is to say, your Numisgnostic Altarspace).

The Skull Beneath The Skin is your End…and Beginning. Both are Present NOW if you’ll but feel your Face and enter your Space.

In Numisgnosis,

Hoodoo Pilot

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THE PORTAL PENNY: Corrosion Corp Mission One

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Numisgnosis is a Path and, as such, one must discover an Access Point whereby to begin. On this particular journey, we will describe a very simple means to locating and entering the Gateway.

The First Task:

Find a Penny.

This is the Price of Entry. It’s the First Task. But-as common an object as the ubiquitous penny might seem-it must be found in a certain way. Perhaps we ought say:

It must find YOU.

There is an old and oft-quoted adage in occult circles which states “When the student is ready, the master appears.” Ere the unveiling of the “master,” all a student can do is get ready, preparing themselves for the encounter. The master may have walked past them on the street a hundred times but they remain ignorant of this. Thus we find, in Masonic Ritual, for example, the emphasis on being “Duly and Truly Prepared” for what is to come. If consciousness is not aware, receptive and adaptable, what the master has to offer will follow after the proverb of “pearls before swine.”

Of course, it is part of the master’s job to help the student increase those qualities listed above. Ergo, our preparedness is not looking toward some ultimate level of attainment but rather a workable state of being whereby good seed may fall into fertile soil.

In this opening phase of Numisgnostic Initiation, we might envision the “master” as described by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche who, when questioned as to who he regarded as true and living master, replied:

“Situations are my Guru.”

We might thereby imagine the Master with a Million Faces in a Billion Places. The goal is to first begin seeing these Faces, growing into initiatory interaction and ultimately knowing ourselves as one with that we have sought after.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves here. The first thing to do is to locate the Gate into the World, which is to say THE PROCESS, where these-and other-realizations and power-ups may be discovered. The realizations are themselves Initiations and might be viewed along the lines of successive stages of Illumination as detailed in certain Buddhist Schools. Each stage of Illumination has a corresponding Siddhi (or Magical Power). Often, the Siddhi is sought after with little regard for the Illumination to which it corresponds. In my own experience, it is the Illumination which produces power as an effect. One is suddenly aware of new ability but all preconceptions as to how this might look (or be applied) are transformed by the change in consciousness. The manifestation of any Siddhi almost becomes an afterthought.

Both Illumination and the Manifestation of Siddhis WILL result from the practice of Numisgnosis.

Step One:

Find a Penny.

Upon determining to complete this Task, you should KNOW that there is a PARTICULAR PENNY in your geographic locale which is already YOURS. This is NOT to be found in your pocket change or by purchasing a roll of 50 copper coins in a neatly packaged roll from the bank. Your Penny is “Out There” and will appear, according to your attentiveness and intuition, as an object in your physical environment. It shouldn’t take long to locate. You need simply to relax and bear in mind that this coin is seeking YOU even as you are seeking IT. It may appear in a parking lot, a restroom, an aisle at the grocery store. But it WILL appear. And when it does, it marks the MOMENT in which you take the first substantial step into the Numisgnostic World.

This particular coin is what we will call the PORTAL PENNY. As soon as you see it, you will have established contact with another realm. By picking it up and coming into physical contact with it, you step on through the Gate.

As indicated previously, we aren’t looking for a Numismatic “find” but a Numisgnostic Connection. Your Penny may not be worth a farthing to any other Soul on the planet but to YOU it will be invaluable. This small bit of metal contains an infinitude of information as well as the energy signatures attendant thereunto. The moment when you meet each other is a powerful and dynamic Alchemical phase, the Opening of The Operation. The coin’s content is condensed in that moment. All the energy signatures become vivified along the lines of a horoscope, delineating detailed experience into categorical abstractions which represent powerhouses available for new direction. You see, the coin lacks volition and needs you to provide it. YOU have this volition on a deep (and-for most people-subconscious) level. The coin’s karmic code prods and stimulates this volition by resonating with the energy signatures within your Being.

In essence, the finding of your Portal Penny is a Magical Meeting wherein a Partnership is formed.

Now, many people will spot a wayward coin each day and their lives will go on, “business as usual.” What makes YOUR find different is the inward opening to the Event. Before walking off into the World, you, at the very least, entertain the notion of the Portal Penny to such a degree that its discovery will serve as a field for the implementation of the above-described process.

Otherwise, you’ll just be another flash in the pan spotting a flash in the parking lot.

Although I’ve worked with Numisgnosis for some time, I decided to re-implement this Initial Task for myself in conjunction with writing this text. It just so happened that I was in the company of an individual whose name happens to be Penny. While accompanying her to an Optometry appointment, I spotted my coin on the office floor. How perfect and wonderful. In a clinic for the correction and improvement of sight, I found a magical mirror. I couldn’t have orchestrated this if I tried. But it just came through.

We should never “force a find” nor impose expectation on the experience. If we yearn for “bells and whistles,” we may miss a whispering from that Still Small Voice Within.

Once discovered, the coin is to be regarded as a sacred object and handled accordingly. It will ultimately be placed into a coin flip but if one is without this, it should be wrapped in a clean piece of cloth and kept safe until one’s Numisgnostic Altar is constructed. If intuition dictates, this Penny may be carried on one’s person in a safe and secure fashion.

Such acquisition automatically enters and enrolls one in the Corrosion Corp. Further directives will follow…

EN ROUTE ON THE MOTHER FLIPPIN’ FLIP-OUT

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For some time now, the content of the forthcoming book SING THE CORROSION has been developed in bits and pieces alongside continuous Numisgnostic experiment and practice. Rather than wait until some final offering is assembled in its entirety, we’ve decided to blog the book via Minds.com as a type of exercise.

The idea is simple: write and release one entry per day. This blends up the vision of a complete and coherent text with the unpredictable nature of a journal or logbook, scrawled out on the go and driven down unforeseen by-ways.

The inspiration behind Corrosion was never to write a “definitive” book but to generate something akin to how Burroughs described Naked Lunch when he observed that most novels were written from the standpoint that all the main characters were dead. Past tense. By contrast, he described Naked Lunch as a book which is HAPPENING, in the NOW, right where WE are.

To be truly magical in nature, a book needs to link into the unique and unfolding experiences of the reader, meeting them where they are and providing feedback as the landscape of consciousness continues to change. The reader is an adventurer and the book is a companion on the path, one which can offer fresh guidance, from familiar passages, as new territory is entered and challenges confronted.

Numisgnosis is a Type of Sub-Path, adaptable to any number of scenarios according to the wit, intuition and ingenium of the Numisgnostic. It’s a type of Shamanism or Hoodoo. The focus in Numisgnosis is not, however, on “Mastery” but momentum. And it is accessible to anyone who is willing to jump in.

The price of admission?

A single penny-and then the Game begins.

THE GOLDEN GATE

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THE GOLDEN GATE-2000 D Lincoln Cent/Magical Mirror (“YOUR Penny [via Corrosion Corp Mission One] is…’Pre-Loaded’ with a unique configuration of very precise and specific energies, a living structure which is awaiting contact with the unique configurations within-and composing-YOURSELF. When it is discovered, all the forces combine and a new configuration is formed containing the necessary elements to poke a hole into Reality’s Fabric, serving as a ‘Middle Ground’ between yourself and the Zone now functioning as your launch pad into the New World of Numisgnosis”-from “Sing This Corrosion Ch.1).

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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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The Corrosion Corp wants YOU!

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Forthcoming is the Handbook for Numisgnostic Shamanix: SING THIS CORROSION. This will be a volume of suggested sequential adventures into the World of Guerrilla Coin Collecting.

Numisgnosis is just that: Numis meaning “Coin” and Gnosis meaning “Knowing” (as in Direct Knowing of a Spiritual Verity).

Numismatics pertains to the field of Coin Collecting but does not, in and of itself, imply any sort of “Spirituality.” Coins are recognized as valuable based on consensus agreement. An untarnished mint error might command great respect for its monetary worth in the market. The Numisgnostic, however, will find in the most “worthless” bit of battered metal the Stone rejected by the Builders.

The First Mission of the Corrosion Corp is finding one’s Entry Point. This is an relatively simply yet not altogether easy task. One finds a Penny which serves as a Gateway whereby the “Universe Next Door” is accessed. This act cannot be artificially construed. One performs an act of Mindshift ere the Power Object appears. These two movements are intrinsically linked.

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Years ago I was in a phase where my work with the Tarot was “hot.” I’d lay out the cards and draw up the information with considerable and consistent incision. That statement isn’t meant to be boastful. It was simply that I was at it and in it around the clock. My skill level was high. I’d lie if I said it is the same today. “Use it or lose it” might be the operative expression.

Regardless…from the center of that cyclone, I decided to ask the cards, to beseech Thoth Himself, for an Oracle…a card for the rest of my human life. I was well aware that I could (in terms of probability) draw a really “shitty” card. The thing about this particular draw was that there were no take-backs, no “best two out of three.” It felt like asking God when and how I’d die.

One shot, one answer and one card drawn.

I went in.

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What card did I draw?

It doesn’t matter. At least not to YOU. It was MY Oracle and it shot its energy through my Bodymind in that moment. It has been with me ever since. Sometimes I live in its Presence and other times I forget the event ever happened (only to be reminded months or even years later).

I don’t recommend this sort of draw to anyone. There are no take-backs.

The Penny one locates via Numisgnosis is similar to that Tarot card. Once you step through (and this comes with the Coin Contact), there is no going back. You will touch the coin in one dimension and let go of it in another.

Just like that.

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Most people I know have no interest in making such a shift. Yes, they’d like things to be different. They’d prefer a painless life over a meaningful one.

“Sure, get me into the Alt-Dimension where I’m enjoying the privileges of the Rich and Famous.”

The Coin Shift doesn’t exactly do this.

No, the location of this one particular coin actually drives one deeper into the heart of Personal Karma (which is where most people would give anything NOT TO BE).

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There must be an extremely powerful impetus to cross this Gate and this impetus fuels the Mindshift.

One reaches a point in this Incarnate Lifeform’s voyage where Present Time Karmic Trajectory is clearly seen as aiming for the Shithouse. This might be described in Academic parlance as Existential Angst. But something else has happened. There is an Awareness that something more bristles against the membrane of one’s life, so close and yet untouched.

It’s as if a tuning fork is striking a chord in one’s deep core.

There is an overpowering drive to return Home.

The cost of the voyage becomes inconsequential (although in terms of currency, it will be exactly ONE CENT).

Thus it is that one throws the dice and, whatever the outcome, leaps upon those cubes, jumping to the Next Universe lest the opportunity vanish.

Those who make the leap will have become Junior Members of the Corrosion Corp and are transported into the Field of Karmic Kombat, their weapons constructed through Alchemical means, making Cents of Life through the Magic Mirror of a Copper Disc.

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Turtles all the way UP!

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An Image, a Visage-as I’m wont to scrawl (pencil, watercolor, red wine and gold ink).

This is Devadatta of the Lotus Sutra. There are various views on Devadatta but he is often understood as a Villian, the Doer of Evil who, according to the Saddarma Pundarika, is promised Salvation and Buddhahood. Holding the heritage of a “right bastard,” this Promise presents a “Hope in Hell” for those who feel fully FUBAR. It’s one of several amazing proclamations in the Lotus Sutra. If Devadatta will make it, so can anyone else. But there is another proclamation. It is revealed that Devadatta was the One who originally taught the Human Entity who would become Buddha, the Enlightened One.

From the Stars, from SPACE, comes the Word. Despite the corruption of Time, Space is, at the End, what it was at the Beginning. “Divided,” as the Goddess Nuit says in the Book of the Law, “For Love’s Sake, for the Chance of Union.”

We might then view Devadatta as both Cause and Effect. The Connective Interlude is evident in our individual lives. From Hubris and Hatred to Shame and Despair, we are Devadatta. Shakyamuni, in his Final Revelation, offers the Lotus as the Grand Symbol of the Simultaneity of Cause and Effect. Application of this revelation is a form of Magic.

I recall reading a list of Magical Powers in Tibetan Buddhism. Each Power had a corresponding Stage of Enlightenent.

Which comes first, the Chicken or the Egg?

In my own experience, I’ve found the Quest for Strange Powers as an alluring achievement to be a Dead End Road. It’s only been when a certain Understanding-or Gnosis-has been entered that the Powers download. They arrive and we are amazed. We can teleport, shift through time, read another’s mind. But all of our previous ambitions have gone up in flames.

The New Ability flows along the Lines of Understanding.

With this image I endeavored to capture a Moment in Time wherein Devadatta Soulshifts, Space flowing into Time. The Sinister shimmers into the Sacred. The Damned becomes Daemonic.

Devadatta makes me reflect on Yeats’ classic line:

“The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity”

With Shakyamuni’s Revelation, the “Best” is restored, given a place on the Stage of Time wherein its long locked “passionate intensity” might be reclaimed.

We find this possibility in the Japanese doctrine of Ichinen Sanzen or “3000 Realms in a Single Moment of Life.”

In essence, this Teaching shows how our Life shifts from place to place on a “Map” of Being. One minute we are in a Realm filled with Contentment and Bliss, the next we are catapulted straight into Hell. We are granted reprieve in some diversion and the Wheel turns again.

Despite all of these transitions, each Realm, as mapped out in Buddhist Teaching, contains the others. This includes the Adamantine Core of the Buddha World. Because of this fact, any circumstance may serve as a Vehicle of the Great Way.
What is required is Consciousness and Attunement. How does one begin to cultivate these qualities? If you’re reading these words, your Path has already brought you to such a state. In the vast, sprawling Spaces of this Universe (and many others), the Awakening Mind within yourself is not unlike Nichiren’s metaphor of the one-eyed turtle who rises from the floor of the ocean once every thousand years. The chances of this turtle finding a floating sandalwood log on the surface of the sea and emerging with his head through its hollow is almost impossible. Nichiren likens this improbability to our incarnation as a human being and, through this human life, encountering the Liberation of the Lotus Sutra.

Were this a lottery, one would be a fool to bet in it. And yet it is the winning hand of one’s life. I’m reminded of an experience where I was in a bar, throwing darts. I had been recruited to play on a team, despite a total lack of skill or basic understanding of the game. Our team was down one person and so someone’s boyfriend was called in (fresh out of prison, as I recall).

He stepped up, threw a Hat Trick and when the machine went wild, he asked, with genuine shock:

“What did I do?”

He had to be TOLD that he kicked ass.

This is the Message of the Lotus Sutra. You are already kicking ass. But (to again reference that pugnacious monk, Nichiren), we fail to see our own eyebrows…and we fail to see the Buddha whose Dwelling is within us.

It’s not “Turtles All The Way Down.”

It’s “Turtles All The Way UP.”

And the Turtle is Gamera.

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The Goal of Alchemy was purported to be the Transmutation of Lead into Gold. This might also be translated as Transforming the Shit of our Lives into the Diamond Mind of Bodhicitta, a glorious reminder that our present level of consciousness is, itself, such a rare and magnificent thing in this Multiverse. From this, we may jaunt, jump, volt or simply stumble from one Realm to Another in the twinkling of an eye.

So-! Devadatta. Cause and Effect. Waking up.

It’s happening right now. Nor is there any other place for this to BE.

SOUL SPLIT

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SOUL SPLIT

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This coin was selected from a handful of loose change to function as a magical object whereby one might FLIP from one Self-Identification to Another.

There is a basic aspiration in Magical Systems toward contact-and union-with a “Higher Self.” However, this impulse may become crippled if pursued along lines of linear logic (i.e. “I sense-or imagine-a Higher or Better State of Being than in which I seem to presently exist. I am unsatisfactory but if I change enough, I might encounter-might even BECOME-the ‘Better Self’ “).

The problem with this angle is that we are attempting to open to the Higher Being from within our identification with the Lower (which we might call the “Unsatisfactory Being”).

What is needed is a sudden shift of consciousness whereby we can actually let go of the UB “on the spot.”

If we actually do this, even for just a brief moment, we will see the UB from the viewpoint of the Higher Self, which is simply an individualized extension of Perfected Being as a Whole. This creates a scenario of “Re-Entry” into Timespace. All we previously saw within ourselves (the uncomfortableness, the pain, the imagined imperfection, the “itch” to get out) is now seen as the “Playing Field” in a Spiritual Game wherein Gaming is our PASSION. This shift can be envisioned as a Penny flipped from one side to the other and turned upside down. The means to do this will be detailed further in the forthcoming book “SING THIS CORROSION” but the premise is really quite simple. It turns the Profane into the Sacred, Poison into Amrita and Duldrum into a Lovely Adventure. The goal is not to have a “tripped out experience,” reflected upon with a half-baked “Whoa,” but to wash, rinse and repeat until one Soul Shifts at Will into a life resembling Dorothy’s crash down from a black and white Kansas into a Technicolor Mission of Love.

Bardo Bear & The Rustic Chair

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BARDO BEAR AT CHEROKEE MARSH

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Bardo Bear emerges into Spacetime as a Manifestation of the Flaming Loving Heart of All Being, a Form expressing the Formless and Boundless Bodhicitta inherent in All. He will also play his part in Space Hoodoo Comix as one of the critical figures in a Gnostic War which cannot be won but transmuted.

This particular token was created for my youngest son after several lovely (if tick-laden) hikes at Madison’s Cherokee Marsh where we collected fallen wood, whittled and fashioned walking sticks.

After this, my little guy had a vision. He wanted to build a chair. We’d return to the marsh and gather up more branches, taking them home to cut away the bark with our Swiss Army and Boy Scout pocket knives.

These branches became the material for a CHAIR.

If it were up to ME, I would have dilly-dallied and procrastinated on this project.

Not my son.

HE was hell-bent on making a chair and pursued his vision against any obstacle. As it goes, I’m typing these words while sitting on the very chair he crafted. It’s a simple rustic piece but to me, it’s MAGIC.

It holds the vision of my son and is marked by the first time he’s used a power drill. It was an IDEA in a young man’s head which was suddenly manifest before my eyes as a tangible object.

Now he’s talking about making a COUCH!

All I can do is accept the vision and let it flow.

In the meantime, I continue working on installments for my book on Numisgnosis which is, as the term I coined (no pun intended) implies, the use of coinage as a vehicle for direct contact and knowing of what we can call the Cosmic Mind in its myriad manifestations.

These manifestations entail Spirit Forms with whom we build relationships (those of a darker bent might say “establish traffick”) and Acts of Magic wherein we function as Co-Creators of Reality.
It’s not a book which hides behind elaborate esoterica. As the author, I personally feel it can provide a framework wherein one may enter deep initiatory zones. But this may all be put on the mind’s back-burner. I’m taking a bit of a Bantockian approach (think “The Trickster’s Hat”). Here is a fun, creative adventure. Here are my thoughts on how it might be approached. It will cost very little (and, at the beginning, nothing at all).

Alice didn’t need a ticket of admission to head on down the Rabbit’s Hole.

But now I’m rambling.

Bardo Bear is what Chogyam Trungpa calls Basic Goodness. He’s out at Cherokee Marsh. He’s doing Bodhisattva stuff. But “Bodhisattva stuff” doesn’t need to dress itself up in such an exotic term.

He’s just a Bear on a stroll.

My inspiration for the Numisgnostic Book is the boy who built the chair I’m sitting on.

This is the same boy who decorated a coin flip with Mario Bros. when his Dad began coin collecting.

A Bear.

A Chair.

The Heart Beats

Extraordinaire.

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Lognotes from a 25th Century Quaker