- Greetings, Mr. nagu.
- Hello again Mr. Bablican! what's up?
- Oh you know, all the usual stuff. Summer's here, and my brain turns into jelly every day from sunrise to sundown.
- I thought your brain WAS jelly to begin with.
- Yeah , but it goes runny with the heat.
- You should have some coca then.
- I prefer pepsi, actually.
- One man's meat is another man's poison, eh?
- Precisely. I'd rather have poison than meat.
- SO, let's get serious , shall we?
- Ga gag agag a gaga gaga ga ga ga ga gag! gggggggg! ala ga la burba la ga gagdudga!
- why are you spazzing out like that ? have you been doing that stupid nail varnish remover again? That's decadent, man, that is the pits! As low as it gets! Hold it right there, i'll grab the camera, this is definitely a scene to capture and distribute!
-You will do no such thing, i'm fine. Really .
-That sobered you up, didn't it? The threat of exposure!
-Sobriety is with me a given. An unshakeable fact.
-Well, it wasn't a moment ago.
-I was just messing with you.
-A huh. Can we actually talk about something interstring now?
-Yep. The readers are obviously hanging off our lips. Note that i said "hanging off our lips". NOT "hanging off of our lips". That REALLY annoys me when people do that, its just WRONG , man! AND it sounds spastic.
-OK, don't let it get to you. Since you are obviously not in a fit state, i shall begin today's topic. And it is, are you ready, "Ritual, magic and mystery in the 21st century" !
- Sounds like a role-playing game.
- Well, in a sense it IS a role-playing game, except that the roles we are to play are ourselves. What do we do, to actually LIVE in the liminal spaces we have discovered? We re-enact the cosmic theatre, initiating each other into the true New World (Dis)Order. If the aeon is a child at play with coloured balls, then we must become like children , and play. What game is there worth playing apart from the Cosmic Game?
- Aren't we doing that anyway?
-Yes, but we aren't really playing until we are CONSCIOUS of our play. This is the only thing worth taking seriously.
- Ah huh. So far we have been taking ourselves too seriously , and so we haven't really been playing.
- Right. I can't take seriously people who take themselves too seriously. There's nothing sadder than a clown who doesn't know he or she is a clown. That doesn't know how to smile , only to frown. All these people in the scene just take on a role , take it seriously and pretend they aren't playing, they are on a moral high ground, a serious mission, to save "the world" , to heal the planet, and so on. What about laughter, mofo, can you take a joke? Can you enjoy all that life has to offer? Laughter is healing, play is healing, the spirits love to play.
Our minds and bodies are extremely sophisticated playthings, with a high potential for pleasure. Instead we deny ourselves the pleasure and turn into these grim and flat misconceptions of shamans as priests, policemen, politicians and diplomats of the unconscious. "You can't trust them spirits, they might try to fool you. You got to show them who's the boss , you got to try and get something from them , deal with them". How boring, barbaric, bombastic and babylonian! They can't handle a taste of their own medicine! Playing is for children you see, we got serious work to do here, because soon it will be too late! We ain't got time for clowns and stuff, we want to quickly establish the new, "spiritual" rules.
- It's the old paradigm of scarcity again. People babble about abundance, yet very few of them will just give you something for nothing. At a festival last year i walked into the Planet Art Network tent, you know, the Mayan Dreamschpiel stuff. They had a cafe there, and at the time there were no customers waiting to be served. It was empty. I was thirsty and realised i'd left my money back at my camp. So i innocently walked up to the bar and politely asked the woman there if i could have a cup of water. She said they were selling bottled water (at 4 times the shop price). I said i didn't have any money on me and would it be possible to have a cup of tap water? And she looked me up and down and gave me a lecture on how if i wanted free water i should volunteer to do some washing-up or something! I looked at her with my jaw dropping , and realised she was serious , man. I said "i'm just asking you for a little water" and she grudgingly gave me a cup. Can you believe this shit? These are the people who, with a straight face, claim to be earth wizards, galactic federation agents of the cosmic coconsciousness, and so on.
-Maybe you caught her at a bad moment, but, yeah, i know what you mean. Still, we can't blame anyone for being too serious because then we are being too serious. So let's get back to the topic.
-It's really interstring stuff. I've been envisioning ritual theatre situations in which we use the tryptamines to bring out the fool and the other archetypes and see how they/we interact. By consciously taking on these roles in the spirit of play we avoid being unconsciously controlled by them, and we reach a new level of sanity, while feeding the earth and the cosmos in the process , rewarding our cosmic parents with the knowledge that we are finally beginning to grow up instead of stiffen up and turn into hurtful victims or predators.
- This is the sort of party that the psychedelic scene has been trying to reach from the start . Not the party at the end of time, for there is no end, but the party in REAL time! Live and direct, instant karma !
-Bring it on! Fireworks, flowers, costumes, masks, grooves, the works!
-Hooray!
-Wow , i'm excited now. Lets reclaim our childhood and become proper adults in the process!
-Yeah, this isn't about regression or any Freudian bullshit, it's about progression and resonance. The spirit is something that makes you move, makes you want to dance , sing , shout out for the joy of creation! Stick'em up fathermuckers , this is a bust of the Highest Priority!
-That's the spirit! Now stay sober, OK?
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