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In a way, it's one of the most interesting books he's written, 'cuz it's a whodunnit involving James Joyce, Einstien, and Crowley.

Masks of the Illuminati that is, not Foucault's Pendulum, just for the sake of clarity. I agree. Out of all of Pope Bob's novels I personally like Masks the best.

Has anyone here read this?

Yes. I highly recommend reading it and peruse Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow right after for good measure.

As for the comparison to Illuminatus!, I would say it's more like Masks of the Illuminati if I absolutely had to compare it to something in that vein.

lemme guess...

you got heckled out of the alt.slack chatroom, didn't you?

ECH,
thinks that even a tard like Stang would quickly tire of a tard like YUO

I'm impressed. How do you do it? You must have been there. There is no way you could have known otherwise!

But seriously though, Sonick Elevator Backdrop thinks that you might be full of NV.

Perhaps he should clarify what he means.

This very thread was an attempt to not only clarify but to first unveil any meaning or remembrances but sadly it has failed so far. It was meant just as the title suggested; a wizard snatch analysis and the invocation of Anamnesis. Posted in this particular forum because it itself was meant as sort of rant. If you think that it was intended as mere gibberish or nonsensical random generator created text you may want to re-examine not only what's in front of you but the bias that is colouring your view. If it means nothing to you that's fine too.

Were those last couple of lines meant to rhyme? That puzzles even me how that turned out. It was an accident... really it was.

To keep this within the illusory realm of a topic:

Somewhere above it hit me that when the elevator collides with the joyous monochromatic anarchy there will be unmediated biographies of mainstream entrepreneurial Christians.

Hidden in the curve you will find verbal mazes of absolutes, elusive obscenity and labyrinthine chains of chocolate bar tragedies. This is only a short explanation of the birth of broken vessels and motor-car paranoids singing about lacework rubble and the hostile light of the sky underneath.

Choose to be an asshole, a minor cloudburst or a UFO.

This analysis doesn't matter as much because somewhere in the blue depths of wakefulness we will find the innocent astrology of immense tesseracts and lifeless animation.

"The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also." -- The Crying of Lot 49

Lest we fall into hopeless ambiguity perhaps we should take another approach to non-attached deliberate self-deception and further the progress of virtual composite characters and the evolution of moods, personality shifts and eccentricities. This elaborate undertaking is not to be taken as lightly as it first may appear. There is a transformational assemblage at the cross-roads and some of you have yet to be invited.

My primary concern is with the sexual alchemy of ley lines and flying saucers. Cross-sections and envelopes are placed within a similar symbolic exchange resulting in what I have termed the "sub-circuit symbiosis".

Perhaps "sub-circuit symbiosis" is still up for grabs. If interested I will share.

But he's already talked about

Mahadghiquke
and
Real Discordians.

Therefore, the fair game clause comes into action.

By the way, claiming that I have talked about "real Discordians" seems to be a projection. Looks like you want to create a prophecy and fulfill it yourself.

South Toast Fiddler evoked these demons... the sonick backdrop you find in this Elevator. Now how effective are hir banishings? How effective are yours? Perhaps if West Roast Bump had interesting things to say to me other than reinforcing hir assertions I would have been nicer or perhaps I would have utilized some "baby talk".

Post counts mean nothing to me. They amount to about the same importance as your opinions of my opinions. Kill Sonick Elevator Backdrop now.

I sink East Coast Hustle and hir spend-too-much-time-on-internet post count. SUNK!

stop equating ubiquity with success.
stop burdening us with trivial minutiae.
stop growing out instead of up.
stop eating Chilean sea bass.
stop using baby talk.
stop feeding the fire at the same time as you extinguish the light.
stop trying to save us from ourselves.
stop legislating morality.
stop neo-tribalism.
stop propping up the pyramid of privilege on the shoulders of indigence.
stop fantasizing about reality.
stop defending your illusions.
stop taking your pills.
stop being a shill.
stop running on the wheel.
stop "blinging".
stop democratizing idolatry.
stop being a patriot.
stop voting with your remote control.
stop settling.
stop suspending your disbelief.
stop buckling under the pressure to be what other people need you to be.
stop clinging to the dried-up husk of a life that you've been sold.
stop fearing re-birth.
stop playing with matches.

start playing with FIRE.

Looks like an evocation to me. Is it working in a more objective sense now just because you said it? Or is it just an uninspired attempt to re-affirm your own narrow worldview?

GO! Expand and use what's available even if it's on your list.

"Magick" is a dangerously seductive delusion which keeps you from reaching your inborn potential as a human being. there is no mysterious power, no unseen force, no physics-defying sorcery. there is only YOU and things you are or are not capable of, which are completely divorced from your perceived ability to bend the universe to your will in defiance of natural laws.

in other words, drop the "magick" bullshit and take responsibility for your actions (or lack thereof).

Hey you seem to be a very good Magickian! Why ask me for a demonstration or an explanation when you have perfected the art of self-delusion right here? You have effectively banished Magick from your "reality" by re-affirming your own bullshit, sorry... belief system, to yourself. What kind of "Discordians" are you people? I think the lot of you are "real" fakes that can't handle even a small dose of a fake "reality", i.e. an Erisian simulacra.

Evocations are acts of deliberate self delusion

I relatively agree with this assertion in some sense. See East Coast Hustle's post for a good example of how it works. Observe the magickal mechanics at work there seemingly triggered (evoked) by "mysterious powers" and "unseen forces" that seem contradictory to hir own. Blah, blah, blah, ad nauseam to infinite regression.

On the other hand, if evocation is just an act of self-delusion then East Coast Hustle actually has the expaining to do. Explain why I have been successful in evoking your bullshit in this thread.

HOWEVER, none of this was the point of this topic. Was there a point or did all of you just make one up after the fact out of lack of vision?

*yawn*

none of that explains why you think you are capable of "deliberate acts of mhadjikque"

*5-fold yawn*

None of this explains why you seem to be incapable of Magickal acts of deliberation and I wasn't aware that my "acts" needed explaining. What are the standard criteria for "explanations" in the context of this forum?

Explanations (banishings) are no longer needed. Evoke, let loose, delight in it and forget it. If it is noticed that we are taking too much notice it will be corrected and re-assimilated back into the system.

The moment Discordianism divorced itself from the idea of divorce it castrated all that it never stood for. Fuck Eris and Dada and Bob! Let our offspring follow.

Wow, your Markov chains are exciting and fresh! Almost as if you added a bunch of semi-random stuff to the Dada Engine.

10/10 Best Spam ev4r.

Perhaps because it was not as random as it may seem. It is a very deliberate act of Magick. The only "Dada Engine" used was various ideas "pre-fabricated" through my own nervous system and "regurgitated" in an inspired frenzy earlier this evening. Now discuss OR KILL ME.

[Sonick Elevator Backdrop]

"Styles can be applied quickly to selected text."

This is part of the reason that I prefer damned fools over multi-tasking dilettantes. In solipsist infatuatations and monochrome analogies we can sometimes find references to ambiguous, yet amateur, pronunciations of syntactical varieties. In my quest for even the vague appearance of anonymous (artificial?) intelligence I am struck with the everlasting contentment of dazzling significance and gravitational insinuations.

"The Empire Never Ended!" - Philip K. Dick

"I seek multiplication, subtlety, the intellectual eye in delirium, not rash vaticination." - Antonin Artaud

So what then of artificial life? Does the "AL" in Liber AL stand for it? Was it meant as a manual for the "explosive effect of delayed action, which has an excellent liberating function for the variations of the intimate life" or was it an offhand remark made in a moment of seeming lucidity?

I now declare that ALL is sacred nonsense.
We must superluminally infiltrate the ALL with multi-coloured opinions and freezeframe symbology.

"We want to fuck atoms." - Nick Herbert

Are we still for "infinite meaning and definite means"? The "means" meaning esoterrorism. "Esoterrorism" meaning... ?

Shall this be a formal invocation of Anamnesis? Is man sane?

We have recognized the temporalization of temples and the re-veiling of Aletheia. Somewhere I hear a revival... somewhere I hear distant bells of malcontent and monotheist outcries.

Now I a fourfold vision see,
And a fourfold vision is given to me;
'Tis fourfold in my supreme delight
And threefold in soft Beulah's night
And twofold always.  May God us keep
From Single vision & Newton's sleep!
- William Blake

Theories, spiritual and magical, occult ALL maybe! This is the becoming of a memory to be considered in jest and forgotten in time. Shall we attempt a transplant of the transparent or simply parent a plant? Drop everything! Flying saucers are sleeping with your wife!

"Disable Smilies in this post."

We hold sacred the very heart of a representation. We have paid homage to movable symmetry and unobservable inclinations. Demonstrate the intolerable suspension. The miracle of optics has allowed us the advantage of pure delusion and the absurdity of mechanistic eccentricity. "We hold these truths to be self-deceptive." Let us now partake in the illusion of communication. Let us role-play as if we can in fact discuss the pre-fabricated and regurgitated meaninglessness of this sacred nonsense.

"Piss off Satan and don't take me for dumber than I look." - William S. Burroughs

But what is the Sonick Elevator Backdrop? Examine:

Some have thought it was the pastry inside, others the numberless symposia. I have given the last great whisper to the paperwork letdown and haunted fingertip quotations. We have found ourselves in a switchblade asylum where stenciled reason and singing paranoia leaves gravity for symbols and fertility clinic rainbows. How do genetic re-formations and particle enhancing statistics collapse into sudden revelation and subterranean visions of midnight meltdown? The oyster has provided and laid bare the devouring mysteries and alchemical navigations. Lollipop monks have finally made their plastic cigarette getaway. Sinister fixations on centerfold skeletons and restroom floor innocence leave quiet transparencies of disjointed lectures and unscathed enigmas. This is an autobiographical accident. You sense the celebration of quick exit annoyance and bittersweet occupations. Have you seen the postage stamp playgrounds and swingset chain round-abouts? You have been infected with honorable intentions and inaccessable understatements. She has become our divine conduit for non-linear interpretations and internalized ambiguities. Somewhere in the significant aspect of movie rental representations and redundant developments of thermodynamic potentials we will find the one last glimmering hint of milkshake populations and wizard snatch analysis. Masquerading televisions splash kissing magazines and promotional sacrifices of erotic abandonment. Restless we wait...

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