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Do What Thou Will

Lawrence Sutin has written two excellent biographies, both of which appear in my list of all time faves (which will be posted soon, perhaps?), Divine Invasions: a Life of Philip K. Dick, and Do What Thou Wilt: A Life of Aleister Crowley, which Erowid has recently reviewed. Crowley, writes Justin Case, was not only:

…a pioneer in the exploration of consciousness through Eastern mysticism (yoga, meditation, etc.) and Western occult practices and the synergistic combination of these techniques, but he was also a pioneer in the use of certain psychoactive substances. He used these substances to intensify his occult and mystical practices and he used mystical and occult practices to direct his experiences with psychoactive substances. He was doing this in the beginning of the 20th century, no less, blazing his own trail into territories that had not been visited in Western civilization since the Renaissance. As Gerald Suster has written in his much shorter biography The Legacy of the Beast, “Crowley was advocating the method of psychological introspection and he appealed to men of science to become pioneers in the exploration of consciousness, gathering their data from experimentation on themselves with the techniques of Magick and Yoga and also through the carefully observed use of drugs.” Suster points out that this appeal was largely ignored until the 1960s when Timothy Leary, Richard Alpert, Robert S. de Ropp, John Lilly, Robert Anton Wilson and others proceeded to experiment fearlessly and record their results and hypotheses.

[read the whole review: here.]

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There’s no such thing as hypnosis…

Hiding at home (like I do every St. Patrick’s Day) I decided to catch up on some reading I had been meaning to get around to. Thanks to my newfound skill of speed reading I should be able to finish about twenty-seven books this afternoon.

The first on my list was Stephen Heller’s Monsters and magical sticks : there’s no such thing as hypnosis? Opening it up randomly, I found this in the introduction by Robert Anton Wilson:

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What about Bob?

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As we know, Bob Anton Wilson passed on the eleventh. I am glad that before he passed I was able to send him the sixty bucks that I owed him! Also, the last time we spoke, he told me that one thing he had learned as a result of getting old and dealing with the medical problems aging invites — some minor, some not so — is that he is not afraid to die at all, at all. Still, this all seems somewhat ironic coming from a man who was such a vocal fan of life extension and immortality.

Anyways, Bill just sent me this and I thought y’all might be interested:

A Selection of Obscure Robert Anton Wilson Essays: I was prompted by yesterday’s news of the passing of RAW to scan the pieces he wrote for his 1999 column on GettingIt.com, the progenitor of this webzine. It was a casual act, under the assumption that they would be somewhat dated. But as I reread the articles, it became clear that admirers who are unaware of them might in fact find them enjoyable.

Filed under: Fnord., dead.

You will love this post!

- We have clearance, Clarence.
- Roger, Roger.
- What’s our vector, Hector?

– Airplane!

Sure, things have been a little skimpy lately… but that’s ‘cos I have a lot of fun projects in the works, including some pitch letters for magazine gigs, an appearance at the next Encyclopedia Destructica party, a super secret special project with Jesse Hicks of JesseHicks.com fame, etc. etc.

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To Fans of Robert Anton Wilson

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We are sad to announce that Robert Anton Wilson’s health continues to deteriorate, and ongoing medical costs have depleted his resources. (For those of you who believe that being a “successful” author means that you make a lot of money from your work…well, that’s rarely the case.)

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Lenny Flatley is not a Wiccan, a Scientologist or a registered Democrat. He will never finish his long promised account of the six months he spent on the Womens PGA Tour (for liability reasons). He is currently listening to the song "Words" by Doves. If you must contact him, he prefers that you do it on myspace.

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I wrote this stuff!

The Art Heist Gag Gang
Former Attorney General Ramsey Clark's introduction to my new novel, The Art Heist Gag Gang.

Des Preuves Écrites (The Written Evidence)
A short story about alienation, existentialism and antidisestablishmentarianism (no, not really).

An Interpretation of Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary, Aleister Crowley, thoughts on the Greenfield book.

Superman, You Sad Eyed Dinosaur
What do our heroes say about ourselves?

Tutti Frutti
Little Richard, post war cultural revolutionary!

Beyond the Wall of Sleep.
H. P. Lovecraft, an abandoned asylum, and me.

“To the Sirens first shalt thou come…”
This country will give you a war if you want it, and it will give you all the consumer benefits of a system that creates war, if you want it, while keeping the war itself safely stashed away. And if you’re not satisfied, you can always get a lap dance.

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My space on Myspace.

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My face on Facebook.

My personal LibraryThing.

JesseHicks.com if you can believe there's such a thing!

My Mate Josh

Dave, you jerk!

I love you, Laura June. Really. You're the best. Don't ever change. Ciao.

My dead friend Bob Anton Wilson has his own blog now.