______________________________________________________________________________ 3E 33333EEEEE TEMPLE OV PSYCHICK YOUTH 3E 333EEE ON-LINE TRANSMISSION 1.12 3E 33333EEEEE 23 DECIEMBRE, 1991 3E SEND: SUBMISSIONS, INQIRIES & SUGGESTIONS TO: vajra@milton.washington.edu or COYOTE 131.box 12044.seattle.98102 ______________________________________________________________________________ 1) Edit by COYOTE 131 2) DREAMACHINE by Brion Gysin 3) "Repose...", a Butoh poem 4) SHE IS BLACK by Alan Watts 5) thee gospel ov thee Process 6) " Wolf-Angels did sing..." by COYOTE 131 ______________________________________________________________________________ 1) It has been awhile...E hope every one had a bliss full solstice....mine was very nice thank you....with so many questions about Brion Gysin's DREAMACHINE, i have included a piece he wrote about from the late '50's, early '60's when he thought of thee idea...there have been many changes afoot as ov late...thee TOPY S0L in southern Kali-fornia is thee new north american station TOPY SEX in texas has begun merchandising, TOPY N0 KALI in S.F. has put out a mag called BROADCAST for the general publics information on TOPY, E do not have thee addresses with me but if you are interested you may e-mail me...also some action points have opened up...TOPY BABYLON in hollywood, TOPY X in chicago & one in new jersey...TOPY NE(?)... for those interested in reaching COYOTE 129 you may E-mail: wet!alamut@cca.ucsf.edu but otherwise you should send all inquiries, suggestions and submissions to: vajra@milton.washington.edu at thee End ov the y-era m thoughts often turn to thee End times...hence m prose i wrote...and the inclusion ov the blurp from thee Process-Church ov thee Final Judgement...the Aztec Calendar was lunar and thus at thee End ov thee y-era, there were five unaccounted for days...thee darkest days ov thee y-era...it would be during these five nameless days that thee End ov thee world would come...it is times like these that my Xian roots show...E use to think that thee End would come on new year's eve 1999...so we do not have many y-eras left to party if that Xian view is correct...but as for thee Hindus we have just entered thee final age, the Kali Yuga, about 2,ooo y-eras ago (coincidently enough about the same time that little bastard was born in the middle east) and it will last for about 23,ooo more...this is thee darkest and most degenerate ov ages and at its End...KALI will destroy it all and bring about a new aeon. The poem "Repose..." was written in thee memory ov a Butoh dancer who died a few y-eras ago at a performance here in Seattle. DO WHAT THOU WILT... COYOTE 131 "...while our hasty minutes fly, for while we sleep what else we do, but die." -David Tibet ______________________________________________________________________________ 2) DREAMACHINE by Brion Gysin "I have made a simple flicker machine. You look at it with your eyes shut and the flicker plays over your eyelids. Visions start with a kaleidoscope of colors on a plane in front of the eyes and gradually become more complex and beautiful, breaking like surf on a shore until whole patterns of color are pounding to get in. After awhile the visions were permanently behind my eyelids and i was in the middle of the whole scene with limitless patterns being generated around me. There was an almost unbearable feeling of spatial movement for a while but it was well worth getting through for i found that when it stopped i was high above the earth in a universal blaze of glory. Afterwards i found that my perception of the world around me had increased very notably. All conceptions of being dragged or tired had dropped away..." I made a "machine" from his ensuing description and added to it an interior cylinder covered with the type of painting I have developed in the three years since my first flicker experience. Flicker may prove to be a valid instrument of practical psychology: some people see and others do not. The DREAMACHINE, with it's patterns visible to the open eye, induces people to see. The fluctuating elements of flickered design support the development of autonomous "movies", intensely pleasurable and, possibly, instructive to the viewer. What is art? What is color? What is vision? These old questions demand new answers when, in the light of the DREAMACHINE one sees all of ancient and modern abstract art with eyes closed. ______________________________________________________________________________ 3) REPOSE FOR A SOUL IN THE SKY I have never thought of such a death, falling head first from the sky, dying on the way to heaven. Not a bird, but a man. Not a god, but a human being. He lived, committing no fault against the beauty of existence, with sincerity, with diligence, for life's joy and ascension. Fate struck him, straight from the sky. I ask you, God, where was your hand? Be it your left or your right, Was it not in your power to use it? Straight from heaven into the sky, Facing the fiery voice in the depths of the heart. Oh, ascending spirit, You who were so young! So young, yet into the sky you fell. -dedicated to Yoshiyuki Takada, dancer of Sankai-juku ____________________________________________________________________ 4) SHE IS BLACK by Alan Watts (excerpts) There is an old story about the astronaut who went far out into space and was asked upon his return whether he had been to heaven and seen God. "Yes," he said. "Well, what about God?" "She is black." Imagine instead of God the Father, God the Mother, and instead of an illuminous being blazing with light, an unfathomable darkness from which everything springs. This idea is portrayed in Hindu mythology by Kali, the Great Mother. She is represented in the most terrible imagery. Kali has fangs and a lolling tongue drooling with blood; she has a scimitar in one hand, a severed head in the other, and she is trampling on the body of her husband, Siva. Siva represents, furthermore, the destructive aspect of the deity, wherein all things are dissolved so that they can be reborn again. Here is this blood-sucking, terrible mother as the image of the supreme reality behind this universe. She is the representative of all the most awful things of which we are most terrified. She, the womb principle, the receptive, the instanding, the void and the dark. What could light shine out of except darkness? Kali is also the principle of death because she carries a scimitar in one hand and a severed head in the other. Death is tremendously important to think about. We put it off. Death is swept under the carpet in our culture. We somehow consider an underlying position, like the missionary position, to be inferior. But to be underlying is to be FUNDAMENTAL. The word SUBSTANCE refers to that which stands underneath (SUB-underneath and STANCE-stands). To be substantial is to be underlying, to be the support, the foundation of the world. This is the great function of the feminine, to be the substance. The feminine is therefore represented by space, which appears black at night. Were it not for black and empty space, there would be no possibility whatsoever of seeing the stars. Stars shine out of space and astronomers are beginning to realize that stars are a function of space. Now this seems contrary to our common sense because we think that space is simply nothingness, and do not realize that space is completely basic to everything. ______________________________________________________________________________ 5) Gospel ov thee Process-Church ov thee Final Judgement CHRIST said: Love thine enemy. CHRIST'S Enemy was SATAN and SATAN's Enemy was CHRIST. Through Love emnity is destroyed. Through Love saint and sinner destroy the emnity between them. Through Love CHRIST and SATAN have destroyed their emnity and have come together for the End. CHRIST to Judge. SATAN to execute the Judgement. The Judgement is WISDOM the execution of the Judgement is LOVE. ______________________________________________________________________________ 6) prose WOLF-ANGELS DID SING "...with the tenderness of wolves and the wrath of angels..." Like wolves howling at a black star, choirs of fallen angels announce the sweet news filled with glad tidings and joy; that the Resurrection of WoMankind is at hand...that the Chains of the Law have been broken...and in fields of rape shepherds fall upon sheep and lad alike for as Hassan i Sabbah said: "In the time of the Law, he who disobeyed the Law would be stoned until death...just so, in the time of the Resurrection, he who obeys the Law, shall be stoned until death!" Lo, the sky became as ink, there was a roar like a great rush of wind as the Veil in the Sanctuary of the Temple tore in twain and a rumble like rolling thunder as the Tablets of the Law crumbled...when the wolf-angels raised up a skull cup filled with blood and semen to a point of darkness in an empty sky. (Pipes of Pan echo from distant hills) COYOTE 131 winter solstice 1991 ______________________________________________________________________________ END TOPY ON-LINE TRANSMISSION 1.12