[Arcanium is a stream-of-consciousness feature that may-or-may-not have any meaning to you.]
Never allow anyone the luxury of assuming that because the dead and deadening scenery of the American city-of-dreadful-night is so utterly devoid of mystery, so thoroughly flat-footed, sterile and infantile, so burdened with the illusory gloss of ‘baseball-hot dogs-apple pie-and-Chevrolet’ that it is somehow outside the psycho-sexual domain. The eternal pagan psychodrama is escalated under these ‘modern’ conditions precisely because sorcery is not what twentieth-century man can accept as real.
–James Shelby Downard, “King Kill 33”
Another important point to consider: we are seeing not just re-cycling, but remixing. They go hand-in-hand, in fact, especially as re-cycles start to pile up.
Decades resonate other decades. There’s a pattern to it.
And so: the 1970s resonated the 1950s. As the decade wore on, it resonated the later and later 50’s, into the beginning of the 60’s.
The 1980s resonated the 1960s. The 1990s resonated the 1970s. The 2000s…I almost feel like we got a ‘hard reset’ there with 2001, and the Y2K thing for that matter. Our timelines became a jumble. Certainly, there were things that resonated WWII, 1980s, the paranoid 1970s, 1960s (anti war protests) and etc. But it was a jumble. Because we had that hard reset. We had lost our “Era Identity.”
And it was that way through 2012. 2012 itself became another ‘hard reset.’ It was like coming out the other side of Y2K/2001.
And now we are back on the re-cycle track. We are now experiencing the ‘greatest hits’ of the last 150 years. Maybe the greatest hits since 1776, or even since the earliest civilizations on Earth.
But there has to be remixing going on, mashups. It operates with the logic of a dream, with one element representing the mashed up qualities of several.
My life, the last year…the last two years…the last six years…has been WEIRD.
I blame this all on the most available pharmakós possible—2012.
Yep, I’m taking no responsibility for this whatsoever…OK, I am taking responsibility. I’m taking responsibility to the extent that I think I always used humor and irony (which, we will remember, is literally my Mom’s first name) to distance myself from shit.
Robert Anton Wilson did this too. He did. Not a criticism—just an observation. (It’s an underlying theme in Cosmic Trigger I)
But…I just found myself in the middle of some really WEIRD shit. Not bad shit, mind you. Just WEIRD SHIT. That I feel…I somehow ‘manifested’—or if not that, at least “anticipated.”
The first post-Hiroshima generation was truly a lost generation. Liberated from yokel imprints but with no place to go beyond body geography. The cynicism and malaise of the 1970’s is the result of this disillusion.
For these reasons the exo-psychologist must speak with caution in communicating with the members of the ‘Woodstock’ generation. They have imprinted their bodies but are too old and set in their ways (at age 25-35) [when this was written] to receive the neurophysical signals for extra-terrestrial migration.
–Timothy Leary, “The Post-Larval Must Be Very Cautious in Communicating with Larval Humans”
This is a difficult but key point to our secret life: psychopathology and the paranormal go just fine together, as do mushrooms and religious revelation, or madness and holiness, or car wrecks and near-death experiences, or mystics and sexual trauma; once the ego is dissolved, however it is dissolved, the imaginal, the supernormal, and the spiritual can come rushing in. And when they do, they almost always rush in together.
–Jeffrey J. Kripal, “Mutants and Mystics”