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“Why am I a DJ again?” I wasn't quite sure, but here I was m on mh way to yet another open decks, and though I had been given a sense of shame the first two times I had snowed up at the place, I was for some reason still determined to play the techno joint, even if it was destined to be a disaster— I was sort of a disaster, almost as inwardly as I was out, and I had been pushed to ever extreme imaginable in the months and even hears leading up to the times—I had been thoroughly humbled over and over again, to the extreme and extent that it did t make much sense that I was still alive, all the more almost always miserable and fighting for survival without my needs being met, and yet, when I tried to humble myself even further, dumbing myself down to apply for some of the only jobs I was qualified for—minimum wage, entry level jobs, where most of my Maybe I'm just taking. Much needed stroll I don't want to be early to a place I've once felt Unwelcome unwanted No longer trying to get famous or be somebody But my love for music goes beyond it Like my mom said Another Beyoncé song Reminds me of what I'm not and everything I lost A husband.cl, father, a daughter a son, a lover I just gotta walk it cf I don't belong at all l, you know Nowhere But especially not in modern day Brooklyn I just gotta walk it off Better yet, I've got enough to hold me over Till the morning We all want what we can't have A sister a brother A mom god says sometimes it's important to get lost— I'm not mad, or that hungry, either; The humor is, I get lost as often as possible I didn't mean to to harm anyone, anyhow I had time to burn off— A lot of it Don't wanna show up Where I'm not loved And not wanted Everything and everyone around is just a Bristle skinny white girl, With more competitive senses Than I even care to give attention And that's it, It isn't for the attention? I haven't even a camera, actually, Never played on this equipment, Haven't had an adapter since — Honestly can't even remember, and I was almost a rapper, but tragically My roommate's been bed ridden, And suddenly I'm well enough read in Aliester Crowley that I should have a mountain of money Or something to show for it, Other than tragedy, but perhaps fail would indicate a practical excuse to put my mixer in the pawn shop with my drum machine And the rest of my hopes and dreams, You know? Cupcakes and ice cream; My ex husband haunting me in dreams And me believing that I'm destined to be anybody at all Aw, I lost Whole Foods— It's alright, the Hot bar's all closed I'm confused at how I'm supposed to be useful To another human Consumed with calorie consumption Creating definite deficits is detrimental as the gym is, I recon, cause overnight my roommates turned into the devil, Fuck Missed my stop being an artist It's alright, I've got more time to kill, as always, being homeless No worries, I'll get audio technical anyway, Anyday now, Maybe on my next paycheck For now I'll take a rain check I don't even have a rain coat Or an umbrella Now, on the way to Hell Phone Let's see which 20 pound model Put my lack of Serato Into the pawn shop One for all and all for one and I only got one Jimmy Fallon, not even on me I don't worry about shod much, Except for holding my breath, avoiding the sh. Car with vomit, of course Why do white people want me to fail? I just want one man for one night, I decided I don't worry about God much, When I fuck up, it's funny to her And when I win she's honored, so I know it's not all for nothing For the most part I'm just a dumb girl An almost always starving artist lost at Bogary's ln the corner, smelling popcorn I walked in at exactly 10:10 PM, but I was admittedly nervous, as stated at the door—it was my third time at the venue, and I had always left feeling just a bit nervous or off, the second time missing my slot completely after hurting to leave Equinox, transit delays and my own lack of a gps causing me to arrive even later than I had planned and defaulting on my slot—which actually relieved me—I had never seen or played on record box, and the last CDJs I had touched were so long ago in the beginning of my DJ journey that it was almost as if I had never played on them at all, most of the clubs and small bars I had played for professionally being synced with Serato. I was unfamiliar enough with even my own music that I wasn't sure what I was playing, it had fixed myself to go, almost obstinately? And decided that if I bombed it would be the perfect excuse to put my FLX-6, which I didn't even outright own, into the pawn shop alongside my drum machine— I had enough moral decency not to sell something I didn't yet own, hooking that I in enough time I would be able to upgrade, sell it, and use the sun to pay off what I still owed—but I had been hungry for months, washing my clothes in the sink and, now that winter was settling in hurriedly, had become almost hopeless in that I would ever secure a job I had almost forgotten that I was a DJ — I danced nervously in the crowed after abandoning my things in the back—my backpack, full of my sweaty gym clothes and shoes, some simple toiletries, and whatever else I was sure I needed—two pairs of headphones— actually even favoring the in ear plugs I had been given by Nick, the drummer who had mysteriously almost ghosted me, and probably would have, had I not left the chord to my flx 6 in the rehearsal space we had been sharing— I had 22 hours on my flash drives, more than enough, but even probably too much— I had attempted to l key the selection before leaving, but between the storage issues on my computer I had practically failed at even synchronizing my library at all— I had destroyed one of my last remaining pairs of headphones, attempting to watch tutorials for the equipment which would be used for the performance— both of the DJs had displayed the shapes of stars in their insignias as it seemed almost purposefully, causing me to storm from my hotel in a fit of rage, throwing my headphones as I once had enraged by the outright lack of actual talent a chosen DJ working for insomniac, or the fakest DJ I had ever seen up to that point, DJ Soda , fed up with the Asian financiers pollution of the dance music industry. By way do promoting talentless Virgo Heaven can wait Wiggle Room The flower shop Kind regards Mood ring Bossa Nova I left with exquisite sensory overload and again a sense of relief—I hadn't played at all, as my files were for some reaosjnincompatible—and I hadn't even in the slightest sense with any recollection of what I had done wrong, besides not having spent hundreds of dollars—which seemed to be the game, and now I only wanted and needed to understand one thing: where would my money come from? It indeed, also is me— A parallelogram, a hypnocurrent, A synchronistic symmetry What's to become of us 12:12 What's to become of us 12:13 +1 always equals the other, Always just one off 11:12 Another hypnotist Ever since it's 43 is 10:11 is 12:13 is just a little Off So pretty I could never touch Yo, What's that like? ‘I thought to myself' I just wanna know. I wanna know your story Well, here I go– It doesn't take long, You know Just stick with the program, Hope some of it sticks at all Don't let the tears fall out, at all Don't let the tears out, no Don't go It is in a different order; A whole different story But it's getting colder on this whole half of the globe It doesn't matter to me, Because it can't And It just happens to be because It is There's nothing left between us but the wind There's nothing left between us but the wind It's been a while since i've been injured this badly My heart is so broken, I wonder if it was ever whole I hadn't quite captured that monster I tend to get jealous Even when it don't make sense I'm not a well woman I'm envious, Ingenious, even Same as it always was Friends with benefits My name is Sami If you ask me I've got business In Manhattan Better run along to make it better, now If I can another random dance Another heart attack, A mild one It goes on for miles and miles Why I had my eyes on I'll never know It's hard at the front lines, You're always on camera I'll never be good enough I'll never be worth it Let it happen Lift the curse up I miss having the nerve just to swallow it all down at once Bury my head in the sand As if anything was random, Rather than calculated If i could rest for a second and take it all in That i might as well say I won't make it It's all up in flames, now Don't be mad It don't matter to me I don't care about love About nothing, and nobody I surely don't care about me See It's all up in flames now And it's kind of unlikely That I'll see you this time round But you know where to find me Or how I don't let any tears down The whole two hours I'm almost proud of it I don't care who she is I'd just rather not be reminded Out of sight Out of mind I've been keeping my eye on But my mind off Round and round, gone Like a fire alarm At least the last time i heard on Talking in shapes But i'd rather not talk at all The whole world is on fire I hate girls, Cause i never was one I only like white light to quench my thirst It's a fire alarm And the black smoke Goes up Now, i don't smile a lot But i talk to God very often, look It's a game of luck, And i've lost some I've lost All ive got I got nothing left Nothing left to want I just want a friend or a plug But i've got to get off some I bought a rocket to mars once I've come back, now Funny story I was sorry, but Now i'm more glorified for it Guess you caught me What a number huh I should call it up A postpartum stutter Never a woman i was Or a girl but a mother of someone Who might have forgotten No, I'm never gonna look like that I'm never gonna be like her I'm never gonna sound alike Like a God I just worship the front lines Figure it out I was never enough for no one Was never a girl But was somehow, instead Born a woman and mother I mortify man with my body How grotesque, To be dead, It is How hazardous, To put this on It's just a show It's just a job Such a number I should just shut up I should wash my hands of obsession But love's just a body I rather admire it Have I done enough Have I done enough yet I've been out of my body, But never like this If you can make me come once You can make me come twice Nevermind, nevermind Of men and mice I've been counting my options And rocks On the wrong ones It's only a dolomite I never promised I wouldn't promise, If i had promised to (What. Ever.) {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Why am I a DJ again?” I wasn't quite sure, but here I was m on mh way to yet another open decks, and though I had been given a sense of shame the first two times I had snowed up at the place, I was for some reason still determined to play the techno joint, even if it was destined to be a disaster— I was sort of a disaster, almost as inwardly as I was out, and I had been pushed to ever extreme imaginable in the months and even hears leading up to the times—I had been thoroughly humbled over and over again, to the extreme and extent that it did t make much sense that I was still alive, all the more almost always miserable and fighting for survival without my needs being met, and yet, when I tried to humble myself even further, dumbing myself down to apply for some of the only jobs I was qualified for—minimum wage, entry level jobs, where most of my Maybe I'm just taking. Much needed stroll I don't want to be early to a place I've once felt Unwelcome unwanted No longer trying to get famous or be somebody But my love for music goes beyond it Like my mom said Another Beyoncé song Reminds me of what I'm not and everything I lost A husband.cl, father, a daughter a son, a lover I just gotta walk it cf I don't belong at all l, you know Nowhere But especially not in modern day Brooklyn I just gotta walk it off Better yet, I've got enough to hold me over Till the morning We all want what we can't have A sister a brother A mom god says sometimes it's important to get lost— I'm not mad, or that hungry, either; The humor is, I get lost as often as possible I didn't mean to to harm anyone, anyhow I had time to burn off— A lot of it Don't wanna show up Where I'm not loved And not wanted Everything and everyone around is just a Bristle skinny white girl, With more competitive senses Than I even care to give attention And that's it, It isn't for the attention? I haven't even a camera, actually, Never played on this equipment, Haven't had an adapter since — Honestly can't even remember, and I was almost a rapper, but tragically My roommate's been bed ridden, And suddenly I'm well enough read in Aliester Crowley that I should have a mountain of money Or something to show for it, Other than tragedy, but perhaps fail would indicate a practical excuse to put my mixer in the pawn shop with my drum machine And the rest of my hopes and dreams, You know? Cupcakes and ice cream; My ex husband haunting me in dreams And me believing that I'm destined to be anybody at all Aw, I lost Whole Foods— It's alright, the Hot bar's all closed I'm confused at how I'm supposed to be useful To another human Consumed with calorie consumption Creating definite deficits is detrimental as the gym is, I recon, cause overnight my roommates turned into the devil, Fuck Missed my stop being an artist It's alright, I've got more time to kill, as always, being homeless No worries, I'll get audio technical anyway, Anyday now, Maybe on my next paycheck For now I'll take a rain check I don't even have a rain coat Or an umbrella Now, on the way to Hell Phone Let's see which 20 pound model Put my lack of Serato Into the pawn shop One for all and all for one and I only got one Jimmy Fallon, not even on me I don't worry about shod much, Except for holding my breath, avoiding the sh. Car with vomit, of course Why do white people want me to fail? I just want one man for one night, I decided I don't worry about God much, When I fuck up, it's funny to her And when I win she's honored, so I know it's not all for nothing For the most part I'm just a dumb girl An almost always starving artist lost at Bogary's ln the corner, smelling popcorn I walked in at exactly 10:10 PM, but I was admittedly nervous, as stated at the door—it was my third time at the venue, and I had always left feeling just a bit nervous or off, the second time missing my slot completely after hurting to leave Equinox, transit delays and my own lack of a gps causing me to arrive even later than I had planned and defaulting on my slot—which actually relieved me—I had never seen or played on record box, and the last CDJs I had touched were so long ago in the beginning of my DJ journey that it was almost as if I had never played on them at all, most of the clubs and small bars I had played for professionally being synced with Serato. I was unfamiliar enough with even my own music that I wasn't sure what I was playing, it had fixed myself to go, almost obstinately? And decided that if I bombed it would be the perfect excuse to put my FLX-6, which I didn't even outright own, into the pawn shop alongside my drum machine— I had enough moral decency not to sell something I didn't yet own, hooking that I in enough time I would be able to upgrade, sell it, and use the sun to pay off what I still owed—but I had been hungry for months, washing my clothes in the sink and, now that winter was settling in hurriedly, had become almost hopeless in that I would ever secure a job I had almost forgotten that I was a DJ — I danced nervously in the crowed after abandoning my things in the back—my backpack, full of my sweaty gym clothes and shoes, some simple toiletries, and whatever else I was sure I needed—two pairs of headphones— actually even favoring the in ear plugs I had been given by Nick, the drummer who had mysteriously almost ghosted me, and probably would have, had I not left the chord to my flx 6 in the rehearsal space we had been sharing— I had 22 hours on my flash drives, more than enough, but even probably too much— I had attempted to l key the selection before leaving, but between the storage issues on my computer I had practically failed at even synchronizing my library at all— I had destroyed one of my last remaining pairs of headphones, attempting to watch tutorials for the equipment which would be used for the performance— both of the DJs had displayed the shapes of stars in their insignias as it seemed almost purposefully, causing me to storm from my hotel in a fit of rage, throwing my headphones as I once had enraged by the outright lack of actual talent a chosen DJ working for insomniac, or the fakest DJ I had ever seen up to that point, DJ Soda , fed up with the Asian financiers pollution of the dance music industry. By way do promoting talentless Virgo Heaven can wait Wiggle Room The flower shop Kind regards Mood ring Bossa Nova I left with exquisite sensory overload and again a sense of relief—I hadn't played at all, as my files were for some reaosjnincompatible—and I hadn't even in the slightest sense with any recollection of what I had done wrong, besides not having spent hundreds of dollars—which seemed to be the game, and now I only wanted and needed to understand one thing: where would my money come from? It indeed, also is me— A parallelogram, a hypnocurrent, A synchronistic symmetry What's to become of us 12:12 What's to become of us 12:13 +1 always equals the other, Always just one off 11:12 Another hypnotist Ever since it's 43 is 10:11 is 12:13 is just a little Off So pretty I could never touch Yo, What's that like? ‘I thought to myself' I just wanna know. I wanna know your story Well, here I go– It doesn't take long, You know Just stick with the program, Hope some of it sticks at all Don't let the tears fall out, at all Don't let the tears out, no Don't go It is in a different order; A whole different story But it's getting colder on this whole half of the globe It doesn't matter to me, Because it can't And It just happens to be because It is There's nothing left between us but the wind There's nothing left between us but the wind It's been a while since i've been injured this badly My heart is so broken, I wonder if it was ever whole I hadn't quite captured that monster I tend to get jealous Even when it don't make sense I'm not a well woman I'm envious, Ingenious, even Same as it always was Friends with benefits My name is Sami If you ask me I've got business In Manhattan Better run along to make it better, now If I can another random dance Another heart attack, A mild one It goes on for miles and miles Why I had my eyes on I'll never know It's hard at the front lines, You're always on camera I'll never be good enough I'll never be worth it Let it happen Lift the curse up I miss having the nerve just to swallow it all down at once Bury my head in the sand As if anything was random, Rather than calculated If i could rest for a second and take it all in That i might as well say I won't make it It's all up in flames, now Don't be mad It don't matter to me I don't care about love About nothing, and nobody I surely don't care about me See It's all up in flames now And it's kind of unlikely That I'll see you this time round But you know where to find me Or how I don't let any tears down The whole two hours I'm almost proud of it I don't care who she is I'd just rather not be reminded Out of sight Out of mind I've been keeping my eye on But my mind off Round and round, gone Like a fire alarm At least the last time i heard on Talking in shapes But i'd rather not talk at all The whole world is on fire I hate girls, Cause i never was one I only like white light to quench my thirst It's a fire alarm And the black smoke Goes up Now, i don't smile a lot But i talk to God very often, look It's a game of luck, And i've lost some I've lost All ive got I got nothing left Nothing left to want I just want a friend or a plug But i've got to get off some I bought a rocket to mars once I've come back, now Funny story I was sorry, but Now i'm more glorified for it Guess you caught me What a number huh I should call it up A postpartum stutter Never a woman i was Or a girl but a mother of someone Who might have forgotten No, I'm never gonna look like that I'm never gonna be like her I'm never gonna sound alike Like a God I just worship the front lines Figure it out I was never enough for no one Was never a girl But was somehow, instead Born a woman and mother I mortify man with my body How grotesque, To be dead, It is How hazardous, To put this on It's just a show It's just a job Such a number I should just shut up I should wash my hands of obsession But love's just a body I rather admire it Have I done enough Have I done enough yet I've been out of my body, But never like this If you can make me come once You can make me come twice Nevermind, nevermind Of men and mice I've been counting my options And rocks On the wrong ones It's only a dolomite I never promised I wouldn't promise, If i had promised to (What. Ever.) {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Why am I a DJ again?” I wasn't quite sure, but here I was m on mh way to yet another open decks, and though I had been given a sense of shame the first two times I had snowed up at the place, I was for some reason still determined to play the techno joint, even if it was destined to be a disaster— I was sort of a disaster, almost as inwardly as I was out, and I had been pushed to ever extreme imaginable in the months and even hears leading up to the times—I had been thoroughly humbled over and over again, to the extreme and extent that it did t make much sense that I was still alive, all the more almost always miserable and fighting for survival without my needs being met, and yet, when I tried to humble myself even further, dumbing myself down to apply for some of the only jobs I was qualified for—minimum wage, entry level jobs, where most of my Maybe I'm just taking. Much needed stroll I don't want to be early to a place I've once felt Unwelcome unwanted No longer trying to get famous or be somebody But my love for music goes beyond it Like my mom said Another Beyoncé song Reminds me of what I'm not and everything I lost A husband.cl, father, a daughter a son, a lover I just gotta walk it cf I don't belong at all l, you know Nowhere But especially not in modern day Brooklyn I just gotta walk it off Better yet, I've got enough to hold me over Till the morning We all want what we can't have A sister a brother A mom god says sometimes it's important to get lost— I'm not mad, or that hungry, either; The humor is, I get lost as often as possible I didn't mean to to harm anyone, anyhow I had time to burn off— A lot of it Don't wanna show up Where I'm not loved And not wanted Everything and everyone around is just a Bristle skinny white girl, With more competitive senses Than I even care to give attention And that's it, It isn't for the attention? I haven't even a camera, actually, Never played on this equipment, Haven't had an adapter since — Honestly can't even remember, and I was almost a rapper, but tragically My roommate's been bed ridden, And suddenly I'm well enough read in Aliester Crowley that I should have a mountain of money Or something to show for it, Other than tragedy, but perhaps fail would indicate a practical excuse to put my mixer in the pawn shop with my drum machine And the rest of my hopes and dreams, You know? Cupcakes and ice cream; My ex husband haunting me in dreams And me believing that I'm destined to be anybody at all Aw, I lost Whole Foods— It's alright, the Hot bar's all closed I'm confused at how I'm supposed to be useful To another human Consumed with calorie consumption Creating definite deficits is detrimental as the gym is, I recon, cause overnight my roommates turned into the devil, Fuck Missed my stop being an artist It's alright, I've got more time to kill, as always, being homeless No worries, I'll get audio technical anyway, Anyday now, Maybe on my next paycheck For now I'll take a rain check I don't even have a rain coat Or an umbrella Now, on the way to Hell Phone Let's see which 20 pound model Put my lack of Serato Into the pawn shop One for all and all for one and I only got one Jimmy Fallon, not even on me I don't worry about shod much, Except for holding my breath, avoiding the sh. Car with vomit, of course Why do white people want me to fail? I just want one man for one night, I decided I don't worry about God much, When I fuck up, it's funny to her And when I win she's honored, so I know it's not all for nothing For the most part I'm just a dumb girl An almost always starving artist lost at Bogary's ln the corner, smelling popcorn I walked in at exactly 10:10 PM, but I was admittedly nervous, as stated at the door—it was my third time at the venue, and I had always left feeling just a bit nervous or off, the second time missing my slot completely after hurting to leave Equinox, transit delays and my own lack of a gps causing me to arrive even later than I had planned and defaulting on my slot—which actually relieved me—I had never seen or played on record box, and the last CDJs I had touched were so long ago in the beginning of my DJ journey that it was almost as if I had never played on them at all, most of the clubs and small bars I had played for professionally being synced with Serato. I was unfamiliar enough with even my own music that I wasn't sure what I was playing, it had fixed myself to go, almost obstinately? And decided that if I bombed it would be the perfect excuse to put my FLX-6, which I didn't even outright own, into the pawn shop alongside my drum machine— I had enough moral decency not to sell something I didn't yet own, hooking that I in enough time I would be able to upgrade, sell it, and use the sun to pay off what I still owed—but I had been hungry for months, washing my clothes in the sink and, now that winter was settling in hurriedly, had become almost hopeless in that I would ever secure a job I had almost forgotten that I was a DJ — I danced nervously in the crowed after abandoning my things in the back—my backpack, full of my sweaty gym clothes and shoes, some simple toiletries, and whatever else I was sure I needed—two pairs of headphones— actually even favoring the in ear plugs I had been given by Nick, the drummer who had mysteriously almost ghosted me, and probably would have, had I not left the chord to my flx 6 in the rehearsal space we had been sharing— I had 22 hours on my flash drives, more than enough, but even probably too much— I had attempted to l key the selection before leaving, but between the storage issues on my computer I had practically failed at even synchronizing my library at all— I had destroyed one of my last remaining pairs of headphones, attempting to watch tutorials for the equipment which would be used for the performance— both of the DJs had displayed the shapes of stars in their insignias as it seemed almost purposefully, causing me to storm from my hotel in a fit of rage, throwing my headphones as I once had enraged by the outright lack of actual talent a chosen DJ working for insomniac, or the fakest DJ I had ever seen up to that point, DJ Soda , fed up with the Asian financiers pollution of the dance music industry. By way do promoting talentless Virgo Heaven can wait Wiggle Room The flower shop Kind regards Mood ring Bossa Nova I left with exquisite sensory overload and again a sense of relief—I hadn't played at all, as my files were for some reaosjnincompatible—and I hadn't even in the slightest sense with any recollection of what I had done wrong, besides not having spent hundreds of dollars—which seemed to be the game, and now I only wanted and needed to understand one thing: where would my money come from? It indeed, also is me— A parallelogram, a hypnocurrent, A synchronistic symmetry What's to become of us 12:12 What's to become of us 12:13 +1 always equals the other, Always just one off 11:12 Another hypnotist Ever since it's 43 is 10:11 is 12:13 is just a little Off So pretty I could never touch Yo, What's that like? ‘I thought to myself' I just wanna know. I wanna know your story Well, here I go– It doesn't take long, You know Just stick with the program, Hope some of it sticks at all Don't let the tears fall out, at all Don't let the tears out, no Don't go It is in a different order; A whole different story But it's getting colder on this whole half of the globe It doesn't matter to me, Because it can't And It just happens to be because It is There's nothing left between us but the wind There's nothing left between us but the wind It's been a while since i've been injured this badly My heart is so broken, I wonder if it was ever whole I hadn't quite captured that monster I tend to get jealous Even when it don't make sense I'm not a well woman I'm envious, Ingenious, even Same as it always was Friends with benefits My name is Sami If you ask me I've got business In Manhattan Better run along to make it better, now If I can another random dance Another heart attack, A mild one It goes on for miles and miles Why I had my eyes on I'll never know It's hard at the front lines, You're always on camera I'll never be good enough I'll never be worth it Let it happen Lift the curse up I miss having the nerve just to swallow it all down at once Bury my head in the sand As if anything was random, Rather than calculated If i could rest for a second and take it all in That i might as well say I won't make it It's all up in flames, now Don't be mad It don't matter to me I don't care about love About nothing, and nobody I surely don't care about me See It's all up in flames now And it's kind of unlikely That I'll see you this time round But you know where to find me Or how I don't let any tears down The whole two hours I'm almost proud of it I don't care who she is I'd just rather not be reminded Out of sight Out of mind I've been keeping my eye on But my mind off Round and round, gone Like a fire alarm At least the last time i heard on Talking in shapes But i'd rather not talk at all The whole world is on fire I hate girls, Cause i never was one I only like white light to quench my thirst It's a fire alarm And the black smoke Goes up Now, i don't smile a lot But i talk to God very often, look It's a game of luck, And i've lost some I've lost All ive got I got nothing left Nothing left to want I just want a friend or a plug But i've got to get off some I bought a rocket to mars once I've come back, now Funny story I was sorry, but Now i'm more glorified for it Guess you caught me What a number huh I should call it up A postpartum stutter Never a woman i was Or a girl but a mother of someone Who might have forgotten No, I'm never gonna look like that I'm never gonna be like her I'm never gonna sound alike Like a God I just worship the front lines Figure it out I was never enough for no one Was never a girl But was somehow, instead Born a woman and mother I mortify man with my body How grotesque, To be dead, It is How hazardous, To put this on It's just a show It's just a job Such a number I should just shut up I should wash my hands of obsession But love's just a body I rather admire it Have I done enough Have I done enough yet I've been out of my body, But never like this If you can make me come once You can make me come twice Nevermind, nevermind Of men and mice I've been counting my options And rocks On the wrong ones It's only a dolomite I never promised I wouldn't promise, If i had promised to (What. Ever.) {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

“Why am I a DJ again?” I wasn't quite sure, but here I was m on mh way to yet another open decks, and though I had been given a sense of shame the first two times I had snowed up at the place, I was for some reason still determined to play the techno joint, even if it was destined to be a disaster— I was sort of a disaster, almost as inwardly as I was out, and I had been pushed to ever extreme imaginable in the months and even hears leading up to the times—I had been thoroughly humbled over and over again, to the extreme and extent that it did t make much sense that I was still alive, all the more almost always miserable and fighting for survival without my needs being met, and yet, when I tried to humble myself even further, dumbing myself down to apply for some of the only jobs I was qualified for—minimum wage, entry level jobs, where most of my Maybe I'm just taking. Much needed stroll I don't want to be early to a place I've once felt Unwelcome unwanted No longer trying to get famous or be somebody But my love for music goes beyond it Like my mom said Another Beyoncé song Reminds me of what I'm not and everything I lost A husband.cl, father, a daughter a son, a lover I just gotta walk it cf I don't belong at all l, you know Nowhere But especially not in modern day Brooklyn I just gotta walk it off Better yet, I've got enough to hold me over Till the morning We all want what we can't have A sister a brother A mom god says sometimes it's important to get lost— I'm not mad, or that hungry, either; The humor is, I get lost as often as possible I didn't mean to to harm anyone, anyhow I had time to burn off— A lot of it Don't wanna show up Where I'm not loved And not wanted Everything and everyone around is just a Bristle skinny white girl, With more competitive senses Than I even care to give attention And that's it, It isn't for the attention? I haven't even a camera, actually, Never played on this equipment, Haven't had an adapter since — Honestly can't even remember, and I was almost a rapper, but tragically My roommate's been bed ridden, And suddenly I'm well enough read in Aliester Crowley that I should have a mountain of money Or something to show for it, Other than tragedy, but perhaps fail would indicate a practical excuse to put my mixer in the pawn shop with my drum machine And the rest of my hopes and dreams, You know? Cupcakes and ice cream; My ex husband haunting me in dreams And me believing that I'm destined to be anybody at all Aw, I lost Whole Foods— It's alright, the Hot bar's all closed I'm confused at how I'm supposed to be useful To another human Consumed with calorie consumption Creating definite deficits is detrimental as the gym is, I recon, cause overnight my roommates turned into the devil, Fuck Missed my stop being an artist It's alright, I've got more time to kill, as always, being homeless No worries, I'll get audio technical anyway, Anyday now, Maybe on my next paycheck For now I'll take a rain check I don't even have a rain coat Or an umbrella Now, on the way to Hell Phone Let's see which 20 pound model Put my lack of Serato Into the pawn shop One for all and all for one and I only got one Jimmy Fallon, not even on me I don't worry about shod much, Except for holding my breath, avoiding the sh. Car with vomit, of course Why do white people want me to fail? I just want one man for one night, I decided I don't worry about God much, When o fuck up, it's funny to her l And when I win she's honored, so I know it's not all for nothing For the most part I'm just a dumb girl An almost always starving artist lost at Bogary's ln the corner, smelling popcorn I walked in at exactly 10:10 PM, but I was admittedly nervous, as stated at the door—it was my third time at the venue, and I had always left feeling just a bit nervous or off, the second time missing my slot completely after hurting to leave Equinox, transit delays and my own lack of a gps causing me to arrive even later than I had planned and defaulting on my slot—which actually relieved me—I had never seen or played on record box, and the last CDJs I had touched were so long ago in the beginning of my DJ journey that it was almost as if I had never played on them at all, most of the clubs and small bars I had played for professionally being synced with Serato. I was unfamiliar enough with even my own music that I wasn't sure what I was playing, it had fixed myself to go, almost obstinately? And decided that if I bombed it would be the perfect excuse to put my FLX-6, which I didn't even outright own, into the pawn shop alongside my drum machine— I had enough moral decency not to sell something I didn't yet own, hooking that I in enough time I would be able to upgrade, sell it, and use the sun to pay off what I still owed—but I had been hungry for months, washing my clothes in the sink and, now that winter was settling in hurriedly, had become almost hopeless in that I would ever secure a job I had almost forgotten that I was a DJ — I danced nervously in the crowed after abandoning my things in the back—my backpack, full of my sweaty gym clothes and shoes, some simple toiletries, and whatever else I was sure I needed—two pairs of headphones— actually even favoring the in ear plugs I had been given by Nick, the drummer who had mysteriously almost ghosted me, and probably would have, had I not left the chord to my flx 6 in the rehearsal space we had been sharing— I had 22 hours on my flash drives, more than enough, but even probably too much— I had attempted to l key the selection before leaving, but between the storage issues on my computer I had practically failed at even synchronizing my library at all— I had destroyed one of my last remaining pairs of headphones, attempting to watch tutorials for the equipment which would be used for the performance— both of the DJs had displayed the shapes of stars in their insignias as it seemed almost purposefully, causing me to storm from my hotel in a fit of rage, throwing my headphones as I once had enraged by the outright lack of actual talent a chosen DJ working for insomniac, or the fakest DJ I had ever seen up to that point, DJ Soda , fed up with the Asian financiers pollution of the dance music industry. By way do promoting talentless Virgo Heaven can wait Wiggle Room The flower shop Kind regards Mood ring Bossa Nova I left with exquisite sensory overload and again a sense of relief—I hadn't played at all, as my files were for some reaosjnincompatible—and I hadn't even in the slightest sense with any recollection of what I had done wrong, besides not having spent hundreds of dollars—which seemed to be the game, and now I only wanted and needed to understand one thing: where would my money come from? It indeed, also is me— A parallelogram, a hypnocurrent, A synchronistic symmetry What's to become of us 12:12 What's to become of us 12:13 +1 always equals the other, Always just one off 11:12 Another hypnotist Ever since it's 43 is 10:11 is 12:13 is just a little Off So pretty I could never touch Yo, What's that like? ‘I thought to myself' I just wanna know. I wanna know your story Well, here I go– It doesn't take long, You know Just stick with the program, Hope some of it sticks at all Don't let the tears fall out, at all Don't let the tears out, no Don't go It is in a different order; A whole different story But it's getting colder on this whole half of the globe It doesn't matter to me, Because it can't And It just happens to be because It is There's nothing left between us but the wind There's nothing left between us but the wind It's been a while since i've been injured this badly My heart is so broken, I wonder if it was ever whole I hadn't quite captured that monster I tend to get jealous Even when it don't make sense I'm not a well woman I'm envious, Ingenious, even Same as it always was Friends with benefits My name is Sami If you ask me I've got business In Manhattan Better run along to make it better, now If I can another random dance Another heart attack, A mild one It goes on for miles and miles Why I had my eyes on I'll never know It's hard at the front lines, You're always on camera I'll never be good enough I'll never be worth it Let it happen Lift the curse up I miss having the nerve just to swallow it all down at once Bury my head in the sand As if anything was random, Rather than calculated If i could rest for a second and take it all in That i might as well say I won't make it It's all up in flames, now Don't be mad It don't matter to me I don't care about love About nothing, and nobody I surely don't care about me See It's all up in flames now And it's kind of unlikely That I'll see you this time round But you know where to find me Or how I don't let any tears down The whole two hours I'm almost proud of it I don't care who she is I'd just rather not be reminded Out of sight Out of mind I've been keeping my eye on But my mind off Round and round, gone Like a fire alarm At least the last time i heard on Talking in shapes But i'd rather not talk at all The whole world is on fire I hate girls, Cause i never was one I only like white light to quench my thirst It's a fire alarm And the black smoke Goes up Now, i don't smile a lot But i talk to God very often, look It's a game of luck, And i've lost some I've lost All ive got I got nothing left Nothing left to want I just want a friend or a plug But i've got to get off some I bought a rocket to mars once I've come back, now Funny story I was sorry, but Now i'm more glorified for it Guess you caught me What a number huh I should call it up A postpartum stutter Never a woman i was Or a girl but a mother of someone Who might have forgotten No, I'm never gonna look like that I'm never gonna be like her I'm never gonna sound alike Like a God I just worship the front lines Figure it out I was never enough for no one Was never a girl But was somehow, instead Born a woman and mother I mortify man with my body How grotesque, To be dead, It is How hazardous, To put this on It's just a show It's just a job Such a number I should just shut up I should wash my hands of obsession But love's just a body I rather admire it Have I done enough Have I done enough yet I've been out of my body, But never like this If you can make me come once You can make me come twice Nevermind, nevermind Of men and mice I've been counting my options And rocks On the wrong ones It's only a dolomite I never promised I wouldn't promise, If i had promised to (What. Ever.) {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©

Episode Synopsis: Has the Bush family effectively improved this country through their leadership efforts, or did they take advantage of the nation's trust to achieve satanic ends? We talk about this and much more, including: Where did the corruption of the Bush Dynasty begin? Did President George H. W. Bush (41), using his former employer, the CIA, help plan and execute a covert drug-smuggling operation that would devastate several urban American cities? Was Barbara Bush the daughter of the infamous occultist Aliester Crowley? Why did both Presidents Bush (41 & 43) elect to join the Skull and Bones secret society? Did God really tell President George W. Bush (43) to go to war in Iraq, or was he skillfully manipulated by his inner-circle? Was George W. Bush (43) the only Bush connected to 9/11? Original Air Date August 23rd, 2023  Show Hosts Jason Spears & Christopher Dean Our Patreon Consider joining our Patreon Squad and becoming a Tier Operator to help support the show and get access to exclusive content like: Links and Resources Studio Notes A monthly Zoom call with Jason and Christopher  And More… Connect With Us LetsTalk@ORPpodcast.com Facebook Instagram

The original influencer is back for more! Hop on board, for a traumatizing trip on the Aliester train. Grab a seat in conspiracy coach for a cruise into the mind of crafty ol Crowley. This murderous monster made more men, women, and children cry than your average cretin. With torture and magic, the black kind, that's tragic. He debuted his debauchery with definitive style. This blast from the past is still rooted like grass. He started the rave and couldn't be saved. If he had it his way, we'd all be enslaved. The road would be paved with the poor and the knaves. It's your old pal, mister Aliester, so clear off your calendar and prepared to be wowed as he brings you a caliber of magical prowess and a horrible callus chocked full of malice and satanic imagery, packed in his palace. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ewing-house-studios/support

Join us as we slide into the dark magic world of the most mythical mage to make magic since Moses made mincemeat of the men on his trail. A diabolical dude with a disdain for the divine that would rival the devil. A man with a heart so dark and depraved that he couldn't be saved. He's traveled the world with style and pinache. He's bedded the ladies and bundled the cash. So get greezed up for a romp in the realm of evil and listen to your two favorite host give a toast to the first hunter of ghosts. From London to France to ladies underpants, from mountains and lochs to the sand and the rocks. This pyramid cruisin , power abusing, titan of men is sure to offend. It's the season finale… Aliester Crowley. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ewing-house-studios/support

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This week here on The Spiral Dance, we talk about The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn. The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn was formally establihed on March 1, 1888. It's had a tremendous influence on Western Occult thought over the past century. Indeed, it's easy to say that without the Golden Dawn, Wicca - and therefore the whole Pagan revival - might never have seen the light of day. It's really too bad that today in Greece there is a neo-fascist group calling themselves Golden Dawn. So, I think for that reason alone, since we've just had an anniversary of the establishment of the original Golden Dawn, let's take this week to learn about it and celebrate it. But of course you can't talk about the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn without first talking about Hermeticism, so that we could figure out just what IS so Hermetic about the Golden Dawn. And we'll hear from Aliester Crowley - not only in his own words, but in his own voice! Be well. Do good. Enjoy the show!

Hey Campers, get away from that Loch and over to the fire, we got some stories to tell. This week we tell you about the Booeskin House, the haunted home of Aliester Crowley and Jimmy Page right on the coast of Loch Ness, Scotland.  We also tell you about Neil Fall, a killer security guard who's secret past may hit closer to home than some of us would like. 

On Thursday January 5th, 2023 the Hermetic Hour with Host Poke Runyon will present a sequential Review of the original new shows presented in 2022. Regular listeners should keeo their notebooks and pencils ready to jot down the one's they missed so that they can search for them in the archives. We started off the year with"Aliester Crowley the Gourmet Chef" on January 13th. We did the first two chapters of "The Tomb of Prester John" on February 3rd and more Prester John on February 24th and March 10th. On February 27th we presented "The Fort Worth Masons interview your host Poke Runyon." On Thursday May 26th Poke and Max (Fraters Thabion and SithMeth) did a review of Lovecraft's "Charles Dexter Ward" the book and the films. Which Max turned into a video that you can watch on-line. In August we presented a reprise of our "Hermetic Yoga lecture" given at the Mount Shasta Hermetic Mysteries Conclave. This again was redone as a video which can be viewed on the Ordo Templi Astartes You Tube Channel. On August 17 we reviewed "Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein. And we finished the year by Presenting our "Hermetic Yoga for the Golden Dawn" and a preview of our forthcoming "Second Edition of The Book of Solomon's Magick." So, if you want to catch up on the good stuff you may have missed tune in and we'll fill you in.

We discuss the influences and agendas behind entertainment going back a hundred years to comic books, movies, and more. Good Fight Ministries strives to help parents and young people alike to better discern the underlying messages in many popular comic books and movies that affect millions of professing Christian families. As we seek to know the Lord and follow His word, it is imperative that we are wise to the ways of the evil one in popular culture! The post Pastor Joe Schimmel: Evil Targeting of Children Via ‘Entertainment’ appeared first on Stand Up For The Truth - Addressing Issues & Topics Affecting Christians Across The Nation. 9 - 10 a.m. Central M-.

We get knee deep into the story of Aliester Crowley and the Battle of Blythe Road... a comically bizzare live action D&D wizard battle that happened in 1901, for the command of "The Order of The Golden Dawn", a club for would be magicians and light occultists... Aliester Crowley, also known as "The Great Beast 666", an infamous wizard and occultist, who was known as the most evil an in the world, who founded the religion of Thelema, and was notoriously infamous for his use of sex magik( lots of butt stuff) he wrote the single most important text "The Book of The Law" that had 2 of the most famous statements... Every man and Every woman is a Star and Do what thou whilt... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/unresearchedpodcast/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/unresearchedpodcast/support

Aliester Crowley, også kendt som The Beast 666, blev i sin samtid kaldt verdens ondeste mand. Han var en ledende skikkelse inden for 1900-tallets okkultisme og havde sin egen sataniske sekt på Sicilien, hvor der blev eksperimenteret med stoffer og sex, og hvor der gik rygter om, at han og hans kvindelige disciple filede deres tænder ned, så de kunne suge blod af hinanden. Men Crowley var også en tænker, digter og forfatter – en vanvittig provokatør og formentlig uden at vide det, tog han fat på ungdomsoprøret et halvt århundrede før tid. Han har ikke kun haft en stærk indflydelse på nyreligiøse bevægelser, men også på populærkulturen. The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, Iron Maiden, TOOL var og er inspireret af ham. Rebelsk og grænseløs som han var, stod han som et frihedssymbol for mange. Hvad der er mindre kendt er, at Crowley også var en dygtig bjergbestiger og faktisk forsøgte at blive først på både K2 og Kangchenjunga.Vært: Bjørn Harvig. Medvirkende: Morten Beiter, forfatter og journalist ved Weekendavisen. Morten har skrevet om italienske forhold til et væld af danske dagblade og flere bøger, blandt andet ”Mafiaen kommer” og ”Mand af ære”. Under en arbejdsrejse på Sicilien, kom han pludselig på sporet af Crowley, da han besøgte Crowleys forladte tempel, Thelemas Kloster.

Medievalist Stephanie Lahey joins the fellas to talk about the man called the Beast 666, Master Therion, Fr. Perdurabo - the singular, strange, wicked and misunderstood master of the occult: Aliester Crowley. And listen to the After Dark episode for Patreon subscribers at: patreon.com/artofdarkpod twitter.com/StephanieLahey twitter.com/artofdarkpod twitter.com/bradkelly twitter.com/kautzmania

Jimmy Page owned the infamous Boleskin house for several decades and reportedly had some pretty weird stuff happen.Support the show

The sudden uptick of UFOs on most news cycle started a few years back and is getting more prevalent by the hour. New sightings are being published in what seems be every hour, and as google pages are almost endless.From The pentagon to the Vatican to main stream media, it seems as if we are all being primed for a major development or a false flag.This has been slowly building for about a hundred years and is tied into the the worship of Lucifer, ie: Madame Blavatsky and Aliester Crowley. Even the new age channelers are laying a foundation for an expansion of spiritual consciousness as UFO cults of the 1970s and 1980s (like Unarious, Heavens Gate) have participated in continuing the narrative.And so as not to be deceived, we will expound on a common thread that runs throughout allUFO messaging as well as all forms of occult thinking regarding the original lie "you can be as God"!Join Carl and Bryan for an eye opening walk through of what is true and what is false to be prepared for any eventuality. It will be amazing!Sign up for Freedom First TV using discount code CARL for 25% off at https://freedomfirst.tv/subscribe

En este capitulo platicamos de músicos como Paganini o Tartini que curiosamente se habla de un pacto que hicieron para conseguir virtuosismo y componer melodias asombrosas Hablamos de Aliester Crowley y su influencia en los grupos de Rock, como Led Zeppelin, The Beatles y muchos mas. Tomamos la teoria de que Paul Mcartney es falso y fue reemplazado con un doble. #laordendelanoche #podcast #misterios Distribuido por Genuina Media

Kayla joins me on a special Friday night interview. We discuss Marina Abramovich, Ghislaine Maxwell, Golem's, Jack Parson's, Aliester Crowley, Covid, and much more.

In this special report: Did you know who Aliester Crowley was? Or that he was a likely father of Barbara Bush, during sex magick rituals designed to summon demons? Did you know that Hillary Clinton was conceived during the same sort of magickal sex rituals, in the location that would become Area 51 - Home to High Strangeness, by one of Crowley's disciples while they attempted to summon the Scarlet Woman or Whore of Babylon?History is a Lie.Dive Deep with Us, at TheSerapeum.comShare this far and wide!If you wish to support our work by donating - Bitcoin Accepted.https://NemosNewsNetwork.com/DonateSleepy Joe Sleep Aid:https://Redpillliving.com/sleepFor breaking news from one of the most over the target and censored names in the world join our 100% Free newsletter at www.NemosNewsNetwork.com/newsAlso follow us at Gabhttps://gab.com/nemosnewsnetworkNemos News is 100% listener funded. Thank you for your support in our mission to Break the Cycle of Fake News.If you value our work please consider supporting us with our vetted patriot sponsors!www.NemosNewsNetwork.com/sponsorsShop Patriot & Detox the Deep State with www.RedPillLiving.com, Home of Sleepy Joe - the world's most powerful all natural sleep formula & The Great Awakening Gourmet Coffee for Patriots."Our Specialty, is Waking People Up."Other LinksJoin our Telegram chat: www.NemosNewsNetwork.com/chat

The Superbowl draws millions of viewers globally every year. That is a bunch of eyes looking at the same screen at the same time. Those in power have used this opportunity for years to program the public with their agenda. Some of it has been obvious propaganda. Often they use what many call Black Magick Symbolism to get into your subconscious mind and program you to serve them. Regardless of what they call themselves this group is what Aliester Crowley called them, Black Brothers. Their purpose is to stop your spiritual evolution and enslave the world. Hotep Jesus joins us to break down all of the symbolism in the commercials, the half-time show, and throughout. Fresh off the presses is his new book called The Patriot Report. It goes through the hidden foundation of the United States and many other historical truths that the power elites have either lied about or kept secret from the people. Obviously, this is going to be a must-see edition of the Evolution of the Revolution. Hotep Jesus Links Twitter- @HotepJesus YouTube-youtube.com/hotepjesus Website- https://bryansharpe.co/ Get The Patriot Report- https://www.amazon.com/Patriot-Report-Conspiracy-Money-War/dp/B098W7MGBF AA Links- https://aquariananarchy.com/ Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/AquarianAnarchy Anchor- https://anchor.fm/aquarian-anarchy Twitter- https://twitter.com/AnarchyAquarian Store- https://teespring.com/stores/aquarian-anarchy Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/Aquarian-Anarchy-330230257841428/ Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/aquariananarchy/ Mewe- https://mewe.com/i/marcuspulis Marcus Cash app- $AnpuAzrael Chad Twitter- https://twitter.com/chadlismynameChad Cash app- $ChadLemoine Nicco Twitter- https://twitter.com/Nic_Ave23Nicco Cash app- $NiccoAugustave Support the channel- send donations to Marcus Pulis PO Box 673 Lapel IN, 46051 --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/aquarian-anarchy/support

Carl Crew once again brings on Bryan Sadler with an additional guest Lizzie who is a data researcher, and they discuss everything from OUJI boards to the TV shows DARK SHADOWS and BEWITCHED. Sponsors: - Our Gold Guy - Talk to IRA about whether investing in gold is right for you. Let them know Carl sent you at http://ourgoldguy.com - Freedom First Coffee - Drink the coffee of Patriots. Use code CARL for 10% off at http://freedomfirstcoffee.com

NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory rocket scientist Jack Parsons and Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard came up with the infamous “Babalon Working” that allegedly opened a gate that fueled the modern UFO era and maybe played a role in the birth of Hillary Clinton. Both Parsons and Hubbard were disciples of Aliester Crowley and practiced his teaching called Thelema as a philosophy defined by the maxim, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.” It comes from Crowley's Book of the Law, which can be connected to the “Spirit Cooking” ceremonies of the Podestas and Abramovic, which was channeled by an incorporeal demonic intelligence named Aiwass. The ultimate goal of these operations, carried out during February and March 1946, was to give birth to the magical being, or “moonchild,” described in Crowley's works. Using the powerful energy of IX degree Sex Magick, the rites were intended to open a doorway through which the goddess Babalon herself might appear in human form. Accordingly, one would expect a female child was to be born around 1947, and, indeed, such an influential feminist was delivered that year who may offer the most promise for identifying the fruit of Parsons' infamous ritual. That would be none other than Hillary  Rodham Clinton. Intriguingly, Parsons later referred again to “Babalon the Scarlet Woman” and this time by a particular name in his Book of the Antichrist. On October 31, 1948, a full sixtynine years ago when the female child would have been only around one year of age, Parsons wrote that her spirit contacted him, calling itself “Hilarion,” who, he said, would become an international public figure dedicated to bringing the work of the Antichrist to fruition. Why is that important? Because the etymology of Hilarion is the arcane “Hillary.”

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Este sábado en 8 Track con Cheko Záun y compañía, hablamos sobre la señora que le prendió fuego a su casa porque no le ayudaban a hacer el quehacer. ¿Cómo va Mark Hoppus con el cáncer? Lugares para vacacionar y ver ovnis. La reseña de Space Jam.

In this episode I speak with Dr. Angela Puca, PhD. Angela is a university lecturer and YouTuber who holds a P.H.D in religious studdies focusing on Witchcraft and Paganism as well as a masters in Philosophy. Angela and I discuss the Academic research of Witchcraft and Magick, Aliester Crowley and much more. Book a private Tarot reading with me: https://www.theorderofchaosmagick.com Join me on Patreon for my blog, live stream events, private Discord community, monthly Tarot packages and more! https://www.patreon.com/theorderofchaos Check out Angela's Channel and these awesome videos!! https://youtube.com/c/AngelasSymposium https://youtu.be/QSD7ngyt4bQ https://youtu.be/wZ6PkEPq5DQ https://youtu.be/dWtWHelPYnA

As all things must begin so must they end, and the Bros end bad beer month with what may be the worst beer of all time. Forcing themselves to sit through Brouwerij Martens' Mariachi 10 lager, we'll learn how this  disavowed beer technically came to be, though it's hard to prove since Brouwerij Martens' does not officially acknowledge the brew. Paired with this truly awful beer is a truly awful poem "The Titanic" by "The Beast 666" Aleister Crowley. We'll explore Crowley as a poet, not a magician, including his famed feud with Prose and Bros alumnus William Butler Yeats, his misadventures in the east, and much more to deconstruct the mystique of one of history's most mysterious men. Enjoy the episode, even as we don't enjoy the beer and poetry.Cheers!

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On this episode of Ghost Song Radio, we will look into the remarkable life of Jack Parsons. He was a groundbreaking rocket scientist who played a major role in getting mankind into space, and was also a devoted occultist and student of Aliester Crowley. He hobnobbed with legendary science-fiction writers, conducted a ritual to birth the biblical Antichrist, accidentally summoned dark spirits into his house, engaged in a magickal battle with L. Ron Hubbard, was repeatedly investigated by the FBI, and died under mysterious circumstances before the age of 40. Tune in to learn all about this unique trailblazer.

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Isaac Weishaupt joins me to cover the dark, bizarre, occult world of Crowley and Cameron and how it ties into Parsons and Hubbard. Isaac did his series on Cameron a year ago and it was a killer dose of info. What is the real story of these weirdos and their fascination and manipulation of the cults they controlled? Thursday night at 6PM CST

We finally did it, we reached episode 30! To celebrate the 'big 3 0' we decided to invite back co-hosts Raymond Wiley and Austin Gandy to get the proceedings in full swing, and booked a guest that we've been hankering after for a while now. To top this off, we also recorded the show live (something we plan to do from now on), and our audience gave us some great questions!The guest in question, Isaac Bonewits, has had a fantastically rich career in occultism. From becoming the ArchDruid of  the RDNA, to helping reconstruct the 'Caliphate' branch of the OTO, Isaac gives us a fantastically engaging, frank and often funny, interview.Discussed this week: Why Neo-paganism appears to be changing, How to get thrown out of the Church of Satan by Aton Lavay, being awarded the only recognised academic degree in 'Magic', the effect of 'crud' on estoterism, and uncle Aleister.Of course, no show would be complete without a musical interlude from the amazing Daddytank and his chorus of noise! This weeks entertainers:Each Paw Gremlin Small - IIIseye.r.o.d.e - R03Early Paintings - FundamentalistWe'll keep you posted on the site for when we're doing the next live show. You can also follow site developments on Twitter, just follow @sittingnowenjoy!Isaac Bonewits Bio:Bonewits, P. E. I. (Isaac) (1949–?) One of the brightest and most colorful figures of the Neopagan movement, Philip Emmons Isaac Bonewits is best known for his leadership in modern Druidism. He is a priest, magician, scholar, author, bard and activist, and has dedicated himself to reviving Druidism as a “Third Wave” religion aimed at protecting “Mother Nature and all Her children.“Bonewits was born on October 1, 1949, in Royal Oak, Michigan — the perfect place, he likes to joke, for a future Archdruid. The fourth of five children (three girls, two boys), he spent most of his childhood in Ferndale, a suburb of Detroit. When he was nearly 12, the family moved to [Southern California, first on the actual beach of Capistrano Beach, later to] San Clemente, California.From his mother, a devout Roman Catholic, Bonewits developed an appreciation for the importance of religion; from his father, a convert to Catholicism from Presbyterianism, he acquired skepticism. He bounced back and forth between parochial and public schools, largely due to the lack of programs for very bright students — his I.Q. was tested at 200.His first exposure to magic came at age 13, when he met a young Creole woman from New Orleans who practiced Voodoo. She showed him some of her magic and so accurately divined the future [and so successfully performed spells] that he was greatly impressed. During his teen years, he read extensively about magic and parapsychology. He also read science fiction, which often has strong magical and psychic themes.In ninth grade, Bonewits entered a Catholic high-school seminary. He soon realized, however, that he did not want to be a priest in the Catholic faith. He returned to public school and graduated a year early. After spending a year in junior college to get foreign language credits, he enrolled at the University of California at Berkeley in 1966. At about the same time, he began practicing magic, devising his own rituals by studying the structure of rituals in books, and by observing them in various churches.His roommate at Berkeley, Robert Larson, was a Druid, an alumnus of Carleton College, where the Reformed Druids of North America (RDNA) had been founded in 1963. Larson interested Bonewits in Druidism and initiated him into the RDNA. The two established a grove in Berkeley. Bonewits was ordained as a Druid priest in October 1969. The Berkeley grove was shaped as a Neopagan religion, unlike other RDNA groves, which considered the order a philosophy. The Neopagan groves became part of a branch called the New Reformed Druids of North America (NRDNA).During college, Bonewits spent about eight months as a member of the Church of Satan, an adventure that began as a lark. The college campus featured a Spot where evangelists of various persuasions would lecture to anyone who would listen. As a joke, Bonewits showed up one day to perform a satirical lecture as a Devil’s evangelist. He was so successful that he was approached by a woman who said she represented Anton Szandor LaVey, the founder of the Church of Satan. Bonewits attended the church’s meetings and improved upon some of their rituals but dropped out after personality conflicts with LaVey. The membership, he found, consisted largely of middleclass conservatives who were more “rightwing and racist” than Satanist.Bonewits had intended to major in psychology but through Berkeley’s individual group-study program fashioned his own course of study. In 1970 he graduated with a bachelor of arts degree in magic [and thaumaturgy], the first person ever to do so at a Westem educational institution. He also was the last to do so in the United States[?]. College administrators were so embarrassed over the publicity about the degree that magic, witchcraft and sorcery were banned from the individual group-study program.The fame of his degree led to a book contract. In 1971 Real Magic was published, offering Bonewits’ views on magic, ritual and psychic abilities. A revised and updated edition was published in 1979 and reissued in 1989.In 1973 Bonewits met a woman named Rusty [Elliot], a folksinger in the Berkeley cafes. They moved to Minneapolis, where they were married, and where Bonewits took over the editorship of Gnostica, a Neopagan journal published by Carl Weschcke of Llewellyn Publications. He gaveGnostica a scholarly touch and turned it into the leading journal in the field. But the job lasted only 1 1/2 years, for the editorial changes resulted in the loss of many non-Pagan readers, who found the magazine too high brow.Bonewits remained in Minneapolis for about another year. While there he established a Druid grove called the Schismatic Druids of North America, a splinter group of the RDNA. He also joined with several Jewish pagan friends and created the Hasidic Druids of North America, the only grove of which existed briefly in St. Louis, where its membership overlapped with that of the Church of All Worlds. In 1974–75, Bonewits [partially] wrote, edited and self-published The Druid Chronicles (Evolved), a compendium of the history, theology, rituals and customs of all the Reformed Druid movements, including the ones he invented himself.[During this same time] he also founded the Aquarian Anti-Defamation League (AADL), a civil liberties and public relations organization for members of minority belief systems, such as the Rosicrucians, Theosophists, Neopagans, Witches, occultists, astrologers and others. [See The Aquarian Manifesto.] Bonewits sought to convince such persons that they had more in common with each other than they realized. By banding together, they could effectively fight, through the press and the courts, the discrimination and harassment of the Judeo-Christian conservatives.Bonewits served as president of the AADL and devoted most of his income — from unemployment insurance — to running it. The organization scored several small victories in court, such as restoring an astrologer to her apartment, after she had been evicted because a neighbor told her landlord that her astrology classes were “black magic seances.” In 1976 Bonewits and Rusty divorced, and he decided to return to Berkeley. The AADL disintegrated shortly after his departure.In Berkeley, Bonewits rejoined the NRDNA grove and was elected Archdruid. He established The Druid Chronicler (which later became Pentalpha Journal) as a national Druid publication in 1978. He attempted to make the Berkeley grove as Neopagan as the groves in Minneapolis and St. Louis, which caused a great deal of friction among the longtime members. After a few clashes, Bonewits left the organization. Pentalpha Journal folded.[Also in 1978 , he researched and wrote Authentic Thaumaturgy, essentially a rewrite of Real Magic for players of fantasy role-playing games such as Dungeons & Dragons. It was published in booklet format, shown left, in 1978 and 1979 by The Chaosium, publishers of the Runequest and Call of Cthulu games. “A.T.” became highly influential in the RPG community, even though no more than 1,000 copies were ever printed. Many years later, in 1998, he published a dramatically expanded and updated edition, shown right, for Steve Jackson Games, which released it as a large trade paperback. Excerpts from this new edition can be foundhere.]In 1979 he married for a second time, to a woman named Selene [Kumin]. That relationship ended in 1982 [after a brief stay in Santa Cruz, California, where he worked as a typesetter]. In 1983 he was initiated into the New Reformed Order of the Golden Dawn [the San Francisco Bay Area’s best known, and stereotypically “eclectic,” Wiccan tradition]. The same year, he married again, to Sally Eaton, the actress who created the role of the hippie Witch in the Broadway musical, Hair. [During the early 1980s, Bonewits and Eaton were heavily involved in the California revival of the Ordo Templi Orientis, or “O.T.O.,” best known for its most important historical figure, Aliester Crowley.] They moved to New York City in 1983 where Bonewits met Shenain Bell, a fellow Neopagan, and discussed the idea of starting a Druidic organization.The fellowship, Ár nDraíocht Féin (“Our Own Druidism” in Irish Gaelic), was born as a fresh Neopagan religious organization with no ties to the ancient Druids or to the RDNA, which by this time was apparently [but not exactly] defunct. Bonewits became Archdruid, and Bell became ViceArchdruid.In 1986 Bonewits and Eaton separated, and he moved to Kansas City for several months, where he worked as a computer consultant. He then returned to Berkeley but could not find work in Silicon Valley, which was in a slump [they had a glut of unemployed technical writers at the time]. He moved back to the East Coast, to Nyack, New York, near Manhattan, in November 1987, with his intended fourth wife, Deborah Lipp, a Wiccan high priestess [and married her in 1988]. He continued work as a computer consultant and worked on the building of Ár nDraíocht Féin. He also began work on a book on the creation, preparation and performance of effective religious rituals [finally published as Rites of Worship: A Neopagan Approachin 2004 and as Neopagan Rites in 2007].[From 1988 through 1995, Bonewits and Lipp were partners (along with several others across the continent) in making ADF the largest and most successful Neopagan Druid organization in North America, with legal standing and tax exempt status in the USA. For most of this time, they were also partners in running a Gardnerian Wiccan “Pagan Way” group and then a coven in New York and New Jersey.][1990 saw the birth of Bonewits’ first known child, Arthur Lipp-Bonewits, at their home in Dumont, New Jersey. Arthur quickly became known among East Coast Neopagans as an intelligent, self-aware, and hyperactive child. 1990 also saw, however, a serious blow to Bonewits’ health, when he began showing symptoms of a newdisease called Eosinophilia Myalgia Syndrome, caused by chemically contaminated L-Tryptophan tablets manufactured in Japan and consumed by tens of thousands of Americans in 1989. This multisystemic disease caused Bonewits an increasing inability to perform his secular or Archdruidic duties, leading to his loss of employment in 1992 and his resignation as Archdruid of ADF, and assumption of the Archdruid Emeritus title, on January 1, 1996.  In 1997 and 1998, Bonewits began to show signs of recovering from the disease’s worst effects, except for relapses in the winter months, but by this time the disease had also caused severe damage to his marriage with Deborah, and in 1998 they separated.]The “10–year gap.” Bonewits has discovered, he says, a “10–year gap” between many of his views and their acceptance among Neopagans. In 1973 he was the first Neopagan to state publicly that the alleged antiquity of Neopagan Witchcraft (Wicca) was “hogwash.” The Craft, he said, did not go back beyond Gerald B. Gardner and Doreen Valiente [Now he is willing to push it all the back to the 1920’s. See Witchcraft: A Concise Guide]. Bonewits was held in contempt by many for that, yet by 1983, Neopagans generally acknowledged that Neopagan Witchcraft was a new religion, not the continuation of an old one. The Aquarian Anti-Defamation League was also ahead of its time. In 1974–75, Neopagans were not ready to admit that they needed public relations and legal help. By a decade later, a number of such organizations were in existence.Around 1985 Bonewits began regularly discussing the need to provide social services for domestic and personal problems and drug dependencies. Neopagans, he points out, represent a cross section of the population, and such problems cut across religious lines. Bonewits estimates that as many as 80 percent of Neopagans come from “non[‘dys-’]functional family” backgrounds. Neopagans, he observes, are brighter and more artistic than average, but also, therefore, “more neurotic.” [He now thinks much of it may be related to “Aspergers Syndrome”] The community has been quick to address these social issues with programs [such as various “Pagan 12-Step Programs”].Bonewits also began lobbying for financial support for full-time Neopagan clergy (the priesthood is essentially a volunteer job), but the idea fell on uninterested ears. In 1988 Bonewits was pursuing a goal of buying land and establishing an academically accredited Pagan seminary. [As of 2006, there are dozens of Pagan-owned land sanctuaries, and a few Pagan seminaries earning accreditation from the national accreditation agencies. Alas, ADF is not among them, though a couple of ADF groves own their own land. A few Neopagan clergy have managed to obtain employment via the Covenent of Unitarian Universalist Pagans (CUUPS) as UU ministers.][On July 23, 2004, Isaac was handfasted to ceremonial magician, Wiccan priestess, and early member of CUUPS, Ms. Phaedra Heyman. On December 7th of 2007, Isaac and Deborah were legally divorced and Isaac and Phaedra were wed on December 31, 2007. They now reside in Rockland County, New York, and have recently written a book together: Real Energy: Systems, Spirits, and Substances to Heal, Change, and Grow (New Page, March 2007).

¿Alguna vez has dudado de la fama de artistas que parece imposible lo que hacen ya sea con su talento artístico o moviendo grandes masas? Sí bien, el talento natural muchas veces es tan impresionante que parece irreal al presenciarlo, pero realmente hay quienes nacieron con él o... hicieron algún pacto con fuerzas desconocidas para obtenerlo y atraer el interés de la gente. ¿Te has preguntado cómo realizarían el pacto? Famosos como David Bowie y Niccoló Paganini son ejemplos de la actualidad y del pasado respectivamente. ¿Realmente habrán hecho algo sobrenatural? Síguenos en nuestras redes sociales: IG: @laluzrojapodcast FB: La Luz Roja YT: La Luz Roja Podcast --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/la-luz-roja/message

Recorded November 19th, 2019 https://www.patreon.com/conspirinormal T Allen Greenfield joins us for the first time on the show. Allen is an occultist and UFO researcher and the author of the "Secret Ciphers of the UFOnauts". We start off the interview with a discussion on Allen's research about P.B. Randolph. We then proceed to ask Allen about his work with the Secret Cipher of the UFOnauts. Allen delves into how he discovered the secret cipher through the works of Aliester Crowley. We also get some insights on a certain "ancient order of antiquity". You can purchase the Secret Cipher here: https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Secret-Cipher-UFONAUTS/dp/1365327493 www.conspirinormal.com https://www.facebook.com/pages/Conspirinormal/445112635502740

Recorded November 19th, 2019 https://www.patreon.com/conspirinormal T Allen Greenfield joins us for the first time on the show. Allen is an occultist and UFO researcher and the author of the "Secret Ciphers of the UFOnauts". We start off the interview with a discussion on Allen's research about P.B. Randolph. We then proceed to ask Allen about his work with the Secret Cipher of the UFOnauts. Allen delves into how he discovered the secret cipher through the works of Aliester Crowley. We also get some insights on a certain "ancient order of antiquity". You can purchase the Secret Cipher here: https://www.amazon.com/Complete-Secret-Cipher-UFONAUTS/dp/1365327493 www.conspirinormal.com https://www.facebook.com/pages/Conspirinormal/445112635502740

Open the Gates!  To another Strange Uncles episode.  On Episode 6, we discuss Aliester Crowley's weird Mansion, and wrap up our talk about the Moon Landing, diving a little more in detail in regards to people, conspiracy theories and where we stand today.  Close the Gates... *Write us at Strangeuncles@gmail.com, or call our hotline and leave a tale to tell at (801)252-69...45.   Find us on all social media platforms, and listen to us on all podcast platforms.

Welcome to Blackbird9's Breakfast Club's Wednesday Podcast , Stop Worrying And Hate Terry Southern. Tonight we will look at the history of novelist and Hollywood screenwriter Terry Southern. https://www.blackbird9tradingposts.org/2019/05/22/stop-worrying-and-hate-terry-southern-blackbird9/In the First Hour we cover the chaotic events brought on by the teachings of the Frankfurt School Marxists. Their mission has always been to establish a Greater Israel ruled by globalism under the direction of Talmudic Noahide Law and at the same time force all other nations to surrender their independent sovereignty. In the second hour, Stop Worrying And Hate Terry Southern, the host examined the life and works of novelist and Hollywood screenwriter, Terry Southern. From the changing moralities of history where the virtues of one age become the vices of then next age, to amorality of the jewish Sabbatean Movement of Sabbati Zevi, to the rise of Freemasonry as a "Peculiar System of Morality veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols", to the Purification Through Transgression movement of Jacob Frank, to the Do What Thou Wilt movement of Aliester Crowley, to the novels of Terry Southern like The Magic Christian and Candy, to the films Dr. Strangelove, Easy Rider, and Barbarella the host looked at one of the most awarded and revered comedy writers of the Cultural Marxist Counter Culture movement.

Welcome to Blackbird9's Breakfast Club's Wednesday Podcast , Stop Worrying And Hate Terry Southern. Tonight we will look at the history of novelist and Hollywood screenwriter Terry Southern. https://www.blackbird9tradingposts.org/2019/05/22/stop-worrying-and-hate-terry-southern-blackbird9/In the First Hour we cover the chaotic events brought on by the teachings of the Frankfurt School Marxists. Their mission has always been to establish a Greater Israel ruled by globalism under the direction of Talmudic Noahide Law and at the same time force all other nations to surrender their independent sovereignty. In the second hour, Stop Worrying And Hate Terry Southern, the host examined the life and works of novelist and Hollywood screenwriter, Terry Southern. From the changing moralities of history where the virtues of one age become the vices of then next age, to amorality of the jewish Sabbatean Movement of Sabbati Zevi, to the rise of Freemasonry as a "Peculiar System of Morality veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols", to the Purification Through Transgression movement of Jacob Frank, to the Do What Thou Wilt movement of Aliester Crowley, to the novels of Terry Southern like The Magic Christian and Candy, to the films Dr. Strangelove, Easy Rider, and Barbarella the host looked at one of the most awarded and revered comedy writers of the Cultural Marxist Counter Culture movement.

Reid and Robert discuss Behemoth. Topics covered: Bird Watching, Slayer, John Mayer, Behemoth, hangovers, Groundhog Day, “Conquer All” from Demigod, Black Metal, Nergal, Blackened Death Metal, Smurfs, Garfield, Nermal, Sumerians, Aliester Crowley, Antony and the Johnsons, Poland, The Voice, Leukemia, Goatwhore, 1349, fitness, Orion, Bruce Springsteen, Catholicism, Satanism, The Satanist, Me and That Man, HBO, Immortal, … Continue reading Episode 2: Behemoth →

Tonight we'll discuss Aliester Crowley (10/12/1875 - 12/01/1947) who referred to himself as the beast of the book of Revelation. He brought the occult and demonic practices to many and was considered to be the most wicked man ever. Fact or fiction? You decide.

Today on everyone's favorite podcast for conspiracy, the paranormal, & the all around fringe: Alright Higherside Chatters, it should be no surprise to us that eccentric, exceptional characters are routinely misunderstood by the commoners- and that those who buck the system, let the air out of authority, or push themselves to the outer limits of understanding reality are typically going to be treated unkindly by state sponsored history books. Add “the pioneering of an esoteric movement” to this mix and you can be pretty damn sure if it. Well folks, as we've explored the never ending depths of this weird world: Conspiracies, mysteries & the occult...we've heard many guests make provocative statements and bold claims about the colorful character we call Aliester Crowley, but the Great Beast was much more than just an enigmatic magic man...he was an artist, a poet, likely an intelligence asset, a mountaineer even, and an adventurer in the truest sense of the word and we would be wise to better understand and fold in these other aspects of his biography- to form a more nuanced opinion that doesn't rely on a legacy tarnished by paranoia and ignorance. And we could not do such a thing without the dedication and contributions of today's guest Tobias Churton. An eccentric and exceptional character in his own right, Tobias is known as one of Britans leading scholars when it comes to Western Esoterisism. A bonafide world authority on Gnostic spirituality, Rosicrucianism, Freemasonry, and other esoteric movements Holding a Masters degree in Theology, Tobias is also a filmmaker, poet, composer, and the author of many books, including: The Gnostics The Missing Family of Jesus: An Inconvenient Truth - How the Church Erased Jesus's Brothers and Sisters from History The Invisible History of the Rosicrucians: The World's Most Mysterious Secret Society Occult Paris The well respected and often considered gold standard in Crowley biographies, The Beast In Berlin and now just a few short months after his latest release: Aleister Crowley in America: Art, Espionage, and Sex Magick in the New World...Tobias joins us to break down this lesser known chapter in the life of the Great Beast himself. Want more from our guest? Tobias' Website: https://tobiaschurton.com/ Tobias' Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/Tobias-Churton/e/B001JP2IUA There's more THC for members: If you like the 1st free hour of THC, why wouldn't you like the 2nd? Sign up for $5, and get 5 extended 2 hour episodes every month, lifetime forum access, bonus shows, downloads of all the THC cover songs & more. Always action packed and ad free: TheHighersideChatsPlus.com/subscribe This episode's Plus content includes: -The energies Crowley invoked in NYC -The Aeon of Horus What more from THC? Official Facebook page: facebook.com/TheHighersideChatsPodcast/ Official Facebook Group: facebook.com/groups/highersidechats/ Twitter: twitter.com/HighersideChats Youtube: youtube.com/user/TheHighersideChats/ Reddit: reddit.com/r/highersidechats/ Discord: discord.gg/rdGpKtW Review us on iTunes: itunes.apple.com/podcast/id419458838?mt And be sure to check out The Higherside Clothing: thehighersideclothing.com Also, big thanks to The Plate Scrapers for their cover of the THC theme song!

And the Award for Timely Content Uploads goes to... Well anyways we're here now, and we've got a doozy of an episode for you, wherein we tackle the most prestigious and worst written bad blurbs imaginable, the blurbs for the Oscar nominees. Be forewarned that much shade shall be thrown upon The Academy of Motion Pictures, The Seventh Day Adventists (sorry Deb), Racist Ass H. P. Lovecraft, Racist Ass Call of Duty: Ghosts, and former Australian Tennis Pro Mark Philippoussis. We're swinging wild here and hitting anything within reach. Also both of my pitches involve tennis courts for some reason, and both of Joe's pitches hinge on ancient Sumerian Gods, so... Yea, it's going to get a bit esoteric, literally. The Pitches This WeekHacksaw Ridge / The Breakfast of Champions: No Wait, the Other One - "That shit would curdle... literally." Manchester by the Sea / Innsmouth by the Sea - "Didn't the cat have an extremely racist name?" Lion / Saroo Philippoussis - "Is Mark Philippoussis actually made out of plastic?" La La Land / Bringing Up Beelzabub - "Aliester Crowley is just constantly getting the split-pea soup treatment."

On October 18th, 2012 the Hermetic Hour, with host Poke Runyon, will present another appreciation of magicians and writers on magick who have influenced modern Hermetic philosophy and practice. In this particular case Paschal Beverly Randolph (1825-1874) is the man to whom we owe the most and have remembered the least! He was a genius, a scoundrel, a best-selling novelist, an idealist and a marvelous clairvoyant. He was a champion of women's rights but he was also an advocate and a teacher of sex magick. He supplied most of the practical teachings for The Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor, and also influenced Theosophy, the Golden Dawn, Franz Bardon and Aliester Crowley. He introduced concentration techniques for use with magick mirrors, but he also experimented with and recommended what are now illegal drugs. He was the bastard son of a high ranking White politician and his beautiful African American mistress. Randolph's life would make an exciting epic film. He was a merchant seaman, a world traveler, a spiritualist, an alchemist, and a mysterious celebrity that inspired and empowered magick in the early 20th century. So tune in and find out where the secrets really came from.

Recorded May 30th, 2015. Tonight we welcome a very special guest to the show. Dr. John Ward is an archeologist and symbolist who lives and works in Egypt. We talk to Dr. Ward about his work at the ancient site of Gebel El Silsila in Egypt and some of the exciting discoveries he has made at the 16,000 year site. We also discuss his work in Symbology and his study of occultists John Dee and Aliester Crowley. We also discuss current events in the Middle East. Plus a couple of special surprise guests come in for a visit. You can view Dr. Ward's work at: http://gebelelsilsilaepigraphicsurveyproject.blogspot.com/ http://thesiriusproject-sp.blogspot.com/ and as always our contact info: Conspirinormal@gmail.com Itunes Link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/conspirinormal-podcast/id608065959 Please like our Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Conspirinormal/445112635502740

Recorded April 6th, 2014 Tonight we spoke to William Ramsey about one of the most famous occultists Aliester Crowley. We discuss Crowley's life and how his numerology is involved in the events of September 11th, 2001. We speak with William about his new book on the West Memphis 3 and how he believes that it was a bad idea for them to be set free. You can contact William at: http://www.occult911.com/ And as always: Send any questions,comments, and cries of outrage to: Conspirinormal@gmail.com New Itunes Link: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/conspirinormal-podcast/id608065959

On Thursday August 29th, 2013 the Hermetic Hour with host Poke Runyon will present a discussion on the twenty-eighth Path of the Tree of Life, which leads up from Yesod, realm of the Collective Unconscious of the microcsosm, to Netsach, the realm of natural forces of the macrocosm. In the Hermetic Tradition this Path is attributed to Aquarius and the Tarot Trump "The Star," however, Aliester Crowley was moved to interchange The Star with The Emperor. We will discuss his reasons for this and its implications. This is an important symbolic path for neo-pagans and those who venerate The Goddess. So, tune in and we will try to walk this Path both ways.

On October 18th, 2012 the Hermetic Hour, with host Poke Runyon, will present another appreciation of magicians and writers on magick who have influenced modern Hermetic philosophy and practice. In this particular case Paschal Beverly Randolph (1825-1874) is the man to whom we owe the most and have remembered the least! He was a genius, a scoundrel, a best-selling novelist, an idealist and a marvelous clairvoyant. He was a champion of women's rights but he was also an advocate and a teacher of sex magick. He supplied most of the practical teachings for The Hermetic Brotherhood of Luxor, and also influenced Theosophy, the Golden Dawn, Franz Bardon and Aliester Crowley. He introduced concentration techniques for use with magick mirrors, but he also experimented with and recommended what are now illegal drugs. He was the bastard son of a high ranking White politician and his beautiful African American mistress. Randolph's life would make an exciting epic film. He was a merchant seaman, a world traveler, a spiritualist, an alchemist, and a mysterious celebrity that inspired and empowered magick in the early 20th century. So tune in and find out where the secrets really came from.