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SPACE HOODOO COMIX # 2: “I WALKED WITH A ZOMBI”

SPACE HOODOO COMIX # 2 is now available.

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For those who missed the first issue, it’s probably useless to do a re-cap but we can certainly try:

Little Hoodoo, whose origins are unclear, explains the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything on the first page. After this small matter is duly dealt with, his good pal, Little Space, challenges his succinct summary of Ontological Truth and makes him Toast. Little Hoodoo trips balls, blames the organic butter and ends up at The Mountains of Friggin’ Madness where he meets the author of the comic, Kyle Fite, who isn’t really there but occupying a Memory Chamber from a Future Time Zone. Little Hoodoo doesn’t quite grasp how he, too, can be in the Memory Chamber until Kyle explains that, as author of the comic, he has written Little Hoodoo into this Zone for an urgent purpose, revealing that Little Hoodoo is really his Higher Self in Past Form. Kyle needed Little Hoodoo to make contact with his Future Self to save them both from the Space Crabs who had already destroyed Kyle. This was all based on the logic that if Kyle was killed, his Higher Self would have no Lower Self to exist in relation to and, thus, Little Hoodoo, having no Future, could have no Past and would also cease to exist.

We then meet the “Girl with the Tramp Stamp,” to whom Little Space is past-tense Higher Self. She and Kyle meet in the Nexus Zone of Sam’s Samsaric Swill-Box, the Pub in Hell. Kyle proposes Marriage and an Alliance against “The Aliens.” She accepts.

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However, Eileen, the “Gossip at Ground Zero,” contacts her Boss who is the former Guru of LAM, the extraterrestrial who contacted Aleister Crowley in 1918. Lam uses his contact with Crowley to find a worthy Chela in Kenneth Grant but Kenneth makes the error of publishing Lam’s extradimensional location in the book Outside the Circles of Time. By the time this info is routed to Eileen’s Boss, it is the year 2233 and the Alien Crabs have just been sent back in time to 2014 to kill Kyle before he can meet the Girl with the Tramp Stamp. This is somehow related to the vendetta against the rebel Chela known as LAM and so the Boss, without recourse to his Crustacean Assassination Team, decides to handle the Hook-Up in Hell himself. Meanwhile, Kyle is eviscerated but the Crabs cannot find his heart which has been hidden in a canopic jar and brought to Little Space in the Time Zone where the story started.

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Or so it seems.

But…

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SPACE HOODOO # 2 continues our saga. In a nutshell, everything is fucked and it can only get worse before it gets better. That is, if it can get better AT ALL! But no matter how low we go, there remains some hope in hell.

There’s technology:

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Magic:

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And Libations:

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Our cast of characters may not like being stuck in this issue:

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But there’s always a way out of difficult situations.

Even if that means getting into worse ones.

SPACE HOODOO COMIX # 2 (“I WALKED WITH A ZOMBI”) guest-stars the Real Bardo Bear and the Fake Andrew W.K.

As with the previous issue, SH Comix #2 is printed in black and white with hand-signed color cover and two signed tipped in color plates along with Hoodoo Pilot affirmation card. Second issue with color prints being offered for $15 + post.

Contact us at kylefite@yahoo.com to get your copy.

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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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