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The Marriage of Heaven & Hell

William Blake is the occult artist.  Drawing from the various dissenting and mystical currents that were circulating in late 18th century London he created a personal mythology that is unique in the history of art and literature. 261 more words

Art

On a Mystic's Relationship to the Sciences

“Knowing as he does (or at least as he can know, if he so desires) what are the chemical conditions of transcendental experience, the aspiring mystic should turn for technical help to the specialists— in pharmacology, in biochemistry, in physiology and neurology, in psychology and psychiatry, and parapsychology.

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Mysticism

Lost

One of the gifts I was fortunate enough to receive for Christmas in 2015 was this handsome volume of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War… 136 more words

Writing

Not a Singular Psychedelic Heaven

I think of the Eleusinian Mysteries and the ingestion of ergot. Those congregations had religious visions, but they were not of Christ, they were of Kore, without the vision of whom they believed they would not have salvation. 211 more words

Pagan

On Man-Books and Mind-Boggling

There is something serious going on with/for me right now, but as is so often the case, I have no idea what… yet.

A couple of days ago, I read a tweet from some pompous ancient religion/philosophy jackass about divine perception having to do with being able to conceive of the infinite and the temporal simultaneously, (only he used big, fat, clunky, unnecessarily opaque verbiage). 875 more words

Pagan

“That which, in the language of religion, is called ‘this world’ is the universe of reduced awareness, expressed, and, as it were, petrified by language. The various ‘other worlds,’ with which human beings erratically make contact are so many elements in the totality of the awareness belonging to Mind at Large.” -Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

Pagan

Medicine Tales Part 2: Opening the Door

Our first full day at Las Chullpas was sunny and warm. I spent the morning getting to know my fellow retreatants and hiking along the ice-cold sluice of glacial melt that ran between the ecolodge property and the surrounding farms. 3,564 more words

Traveling