With the upcoming Dreamachine and Brion Gysin lecture by Gen, it seems an ideal time to post Gen's 1986 Tribute to Brion from ESOTERRORIST (selected essays 1980-1988)
"HIS NAME WAS MASTER"
HIS NAME WAS MASTER
In 1916 Brion Gysin arrived screaming and kicking, suffering forever, he said, from thee adverse effects ov constricted vaginal muscle. Projected through a world that was like Disneyland into a world that became Disneyland, via a port ov entry charged by light. Brion travelled in time and light, and made us all cry easier than loose in our own earthbound domesticity.
E am coumvinced, always will be, that Brion is, was and will be, a Cultural Alchemist.
He could be so negative, stubborn and cantakerous, that screaming suicide off high buildings became more enlightening than his clammed up viscocity ov no-speak. Frustrating all attempts to a direct answer to a direct question, he would benignly draw on his kit, and, eyes twinkling, play magickal Cat and Mouse for literally hours on end. E have never met a more knowledgeable, more capable teacher anywhere, either as myth or saint, or, as in Brion's case, as human. At thee end ov thee day he was thee only man E ever wrote love letters to. To master a long goodnight...
And now, in present time. He's not here. And it hurts. It hurts coumpletely. In thee way that sneaks into us unnanounced, cutting nerves and emotions, crippling our coumplacent daily stance and opening up our pain synapses to snapping point.
In 1975 E wrote to Brion. E was co-editor ov a reference book ov mammoth proportions called "Contemporary Artists", and E was determined that Brion should be rightfully represented in that tome as a radical Artist and Painter. Not dismissed as an eccentric dilletanie as had appeared to have happened in thee deceptual art world. For ten yeras E had, like so many, been tracking down these renegades via deleted Beach Books, often found in Soho porn shops. Exploding with multiple recognitions ov contemporary arcane knowledge that appeared to coumfirm youthful instincts and intuitions, Brion was always thee hardest to find.
He remained that way forever.
He had becoum light.
There was no focus, only reverberating frequencies and pulses, crystals at his centre. He had becoum, quite literally and physically, a Dreamachine that had assumed human form for thee reassurance ov us mere observers. We stare with closed eyes. He flickers bright on our retinas and generates vivid signals. E see all about Brion as Magick and Light. E re-discovered perception through him.
Out to Brion went a list ov questions about his life so far. Back came a cultured exclamation ov surprise with a note, "Even the C.I.A. don't know this much about me". Through correspondence we met in Paris. He would make tea in his tiny kitchen, Morroccan style. Naming thee different bubbles as thee water heated. As thee fish eyes appeared he poured thee water onto thee tea. Exploding its flavour. Thee Alchemists believe that water boils at 101°, he explained. We soon developed a tradition, chocolate biscuits and tea in thee afternoons. A small pasta meal in thee evening, with spirits to accoumpany it. Coffee later on. E would sit. Thee sound ov drumming outside thee Pornpidou centre. Flashes ov Marrakpsh. Sunlight catching thee white flowers on his table, smell ov hash smoke. Swiss Urenmachine in thee corner. Calligraphic paintings on thee easel. Notebooks in rows. Morroccan trinkets reminding me ov his influence ovpr Brian Jones. And he would talk. It was like a children's fairytale. Thee child looking up spellbound and thee Grandfather enrapturing with his amazing tales and anecdotes. Never enough time. Yellow light cutting across thee later shadows and dreams. There is no way to describe how proud E was to meet and know this man.
"the hallucinated have come to tell you that yr utilities are being shut off, dreams monitored, thought directed, sex is shutting down everywhere you are being sent.
all words are taped, agents everywhere, marking
down the live ones to exterminate.
they are turning out the lights.
no they are not evil nor
the devil, but men with a spot of work to do.
this, dear friends, they intend to
do on you you.
you have been offered a choice
between liberty and freedom and NO! you cannot have both"
Brion Gysin
minutes to go
1968
Thee way to write is to simply tell thee truth. The right way is to simply, tell thee truth.
"DEarset Gen There is not much point in telling you just how negative I am feeling these days... daze. I
have not much recovered from my fall on the stairs. After all is said and done, I felt only one thing. . .
...finished. I don't feel any necessity to do all these things but I guess I'll do them if I am still
stuck here and have to do them. I'll do them the best that I can and that may not be much. Don't worry.
Nothing much more to be said than dumb numb no-news."
Love Brion
17 March 1982
And within everything else there is coumthing else. It's a spark. E live forver surrounded by Brion. He paintings on thee walls, his face in snapshots on thee mantelpiece. Thee glow ov Paris light. Caresse calls him "Grandad, my Grandad", and she is right. Thee wise old man ov thee lowlands. When E took Alaura to meet Brion for thee first time E was nervous. He's a bit ov a misogynist E warned. Well, he tries to be, butter E have always found him charming to women nonetheless. Alaura knew nothing about Brion except my love for him. Her love was instant and pure. He coumgratulated us on our impulsive marriage in Tijuana in 1981. Chance had it that two boys from Joujouka were staying with him In Paris that week. Brion made us relaxed. Alaura used thee Dreamachine.
Unprompted by any prior information about what it was, "Heathen Earth" played as she and thee Arab boys stared, ryes closed. E filmed on video. Soon Alaura was swirling through psychedelic patterns and vivid colours. Thee desert scapes, eyes ov Horus, so many archetypal symbols and places. Proof positive that thee Dreamachine actually works, is not triggered by preconceptions. And afterwards, thee most beautiful, priceless and special meal ov my whole life. Cooked and served by tht'e musicians ov Joujouka. As we ate and talked, Brion was full ov energies, thee boys played thee sacred musick ov Pan on pipes in candlelight. E was once more in a fairytale, thee old magician conjouring sensations and rewards.
E have never lost my joy and thanks for such a special gift from Brion. Nothing could have been more literally priceless than that dark, orange, flamelit evening. At thee end ov thee evening, he gave us a painting. Our pagan wedding present, which he inscribed for us. All thee fears and illnesses, all thee betrayals and losses ov his life, his bittrrnesses and fliratations with socialites were nothing. He was thee wisest, kindest man in thee world, and we loved him totally for it.
Brion's work and friendship is a reminder ov work to be done, and a challenge to thee stagnant coumplacency ov thee dreamless minds that would like to drown us. Magick begins ini dreams, dreaming what we would like to happen, programming our subconscious. If you take these dreams seriously enough they DO happen. Dreams are descriptions ov. how things really are. A product ov thee Third Mind, ov perceptual editing and focused will.
Dreams are accurate transmissions.
There should be no separation between work, life, dreams. We must all aim for coumplete integration ov every possible and impossible facet ov our minds, emotions, responses and relationships, and then express that integration through popular culture and expressive arts, through frpndships and events, through light and time.
Brion was a philosophical and alchemical transmitteri receiver. His ideas are frequencies that travel and confront as intimately as Television, butter with thee content ov full knowledge and potency ov shamanic, ritual Magick. No womnder he fell in love with thee Pipes ov Pan and thee sunlight ov thee desert. There should be no separation. Separation would be dishonest, would go against a dream ov evolution through knowledge and psychic development, would go against all our potential.
A book, a film, music, paintings, love, are all thee person who makes and feels them. This is a magickal process and makes things happen. It reveals even more. Thee first time E looked at Brion's drawings they appeared abstract calligraphics. Then he told me they were portrayals ov Arab market places. E could suddenly see they were indeed photographically accurate pictures ov everyday scenes. They simply included thee nature ov reality and time that engages our receptors in a manner we are unused to. Now E always introduce his paintings as figurative works to make this point. Man dreams before he talks, and since our first dreams we have felt that therein are messages. Prophesies, descriptions and events that cannot be ignored. Arcane societies and civilisations in their wisdom, and to their credit, employed people to interpret and record these dreams. Priests would stand on towers and pass their hands before their eyes rapidly creating a flicker effect against thee sun, eventually "tripping out" and speaking ov visions which were coumsidered holy and powerful.
Today, a society and culture with a vested interest in thee suppression ov imagination, self-assurance, creativity, questioning and aspiration, discards dreams and esoteric techiques as trivia. Dreams are merely disturbed nights, or entertainment. Brion saw dreams as a parallel and interconnected universe. A commentary on Man's potential and hopes.
He was in many ways a traditional Artist, yet by thee nature ov his personality he was simultaneously and without self-contradiction thee most radical thinker ov our age in thee area ov Magickal creativity and cross-discipline possibilities. No surprise then, that his greatest political and behavioural achievement was dubbed The 'Dreamachine. A simple machine to decondition and reactivate our perceptions.
Societies controllers try to ensure that dreams are represented as vestigial trappings ov intuition, and are best kept in their place. For Brion and those who revere his work, that way lies death. When you cease to dream, you cease to exist. Shut your eyes. Thee world doesn't die. Open them, and in a sense half ov it does. Dreams generate ideas, liberate behaviour, enhance sexuality, empower Magick, and most ov all create possibilities.
Dangerous stuff.
No wonder Brion was frozen out to thee sideshows ov painting and writing. Too real. Too close to functional and practical techniques. Now, through Brion, we have a Dreamachine. Perhaps a crucial tool for thee arousal ov vision, perception and inner space that has becoum our heritage. Make no mistake, its suppression in subtle ways was no accident. A machine that for thee price ov a lightbulb leads you drugless into thee core ov your being, taps you into thee mass subconscious, stimulates thee mind, and bridges thee abyss between sleep and wakefulness, conscious and unconscious life. Brion recognised that we are at war. Thee fight is between suppression and perception, sexuality and guilt; and between all those things that bolster and assist control, manipulation and darkness, and all those things that encourage freedom, evolution, hope and light.
In thee eleven yeras we were friends, thee question E most asked Brion was, "Tell me about Magick". Thee question he most studiously avoided was thee same. Yet he once graciously gave me a clue. "Do you know your real name?", he said. E did. And then he told me his. It was as E expected.
There was never a superiority or generation gap with Brion. He was always living in now and thee future. In present time. Thinking ov new projects, working with young people, making music, records, painting. Holding 'soirees' for young fans and seekers, always outgoing and moving, always absorbing and thinking. Thee last time we saw him was in Paris in 1986, ten days before he died. Alaura and E sat and held his hand. Being physically alive had becoum a struggle,
"I just never guessed that it would hurt so much", he said. And really there was nothing more to say. It was over.
Brion was sure he was here to go. We are left here to do.
And what we do is described by, defined by, and coumtained within our dreams.
During that last afternoon thee undertaker came to discuss death arrangements with Brion. Alaura and E went walking around Rue St.Martin. We couldn't articulate thee craziness ov life and death. There was nothing to say. Two boys from behind thee iron curtain stopped us, and told us ov their work with electrical sculpture and words. They were influenced by thee work ov Brion, who they'd heard lived in Paris. We drank coffee and took their address. Exiles in America. "He doesn't live in Paris anymore". E said. We felt euphorically disconnected, yet cold. Suppressing out- emotions and terrors because they meant nothing. Had no value against losing Brion. So many people who love him so much. All knowing they will lose him soon.
Frail Images ov his room. Now n hospice. 1 her air itself thee colour ov thee plastic tubes nnd bags ov liquid. Casting a cold bluish tinge through everything. As thee light was going from him, his space was becouming transparent.
Ten days later Alaura came rushing into thee room crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Brion's dead", she said.
genesis p-orridge
November 1986
london
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Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
The original "on the way to the garden" essay by genesis, this material has found its way into some of his other works, appeared in online (only?) zine, Verbal Abuse issue #2
Will Power Go?
World Preset Guardians
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
There is a specific clarity when Fire cleanses. A moment when it seems to freeze. Every possible particle is motion rushing up or down? Naked and blind upon a path of lies we enter the field; a dull agony of fear dilates Time against the biological confusion.
Columns of fire, columns of lies, pillars of Solomon's Temple. Dilate the pupils of the brain, a doorway opens to manifest leaving. A fire sale in an inferno. One day a truth shall emerge however deeply we seek to avoid
it.
There is more than one Time. Limitations imposed by the passage of inner-Time make it The Enemy. Possibilities exposed by outer-Time make it a delusion of night.
Change thee way to perceive and change all Memory.
2.ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
"A Soul must lose its attachment to humanity.
A Mind must lose its attachment to salvation.
A Brain must lose its attachment to body."
In the retreat from matter, all realities are equal.
Now that interreality travel is possible we will become the very substance of hallucination, and thus enter and leave at will the uncertain principle of all realities, regardless of their location.
Those who build, assemble, ASSEMBLY is the invisible language of our TIME.
Brain and Neuro-Visual Matter are one, are the material of all that can be seen, was ever seen, will be seen, in every place & in every time, forever.
Each brain is all realities, from mundane to omniscient.
Only alone may we breach the dark matter of lost memory and connect all points of Light. For this we need a map of the stars, our superior will electrifying a web that catches our Soul and emits eternal vision. The
visionary alone can be free, the blind masses seek to blind Him, put outhis eyes in their fearful progression to the desert of dark skies. Theblind may not lead the illuminated, rather they must be forced to surrender
all thought of vision to those who are their eyes and who dream the most dangerous dreams of annihilation.
We control THINGS to eradicate them.
Nothing matters but the end of matter.
All must be controlled & destroyed that allow Blindness, all that breed blindness, those who spawn the children of dark, must be buried in the dark, cold dark crystals, in a desert of grains made without Light. Their dark is a night-mare, a castrated black stallion trampling the prophet who communes with the stars and reads the codes of electrical knowledge and return. We are not from one star; but all stars are Our source. Every story ever told resides in them.
Infinite choices of reality are the gift of software to our children.
We signal and are signaled. We hold aloft a torch of fire and pass our hands across it. Visions, images, primal memories from this immeasurable Brain fill us with transmitted Light, dancing dots and lines, an end to a tyranny of language and a beginning of our return to the Garden. Solidity is a perfection of Light; its prism, its manifestation, a hallucination of evidence that Mind may reside within any reality.
An end of Time is just another way of saying the beginning of Immortality.
3. Dreams are a coded material of eternity. We possess LIGHT through them.
"Those who accept LIGHT control mortality.
Those who control LIGHT control immortality"
Space is our church, the stars our windows, our dreams navigate pathways.
Only an ancient map has been lost.
Our world's a dream, a miserable one. In our unfathomable ignorance we call it the only reality, consensus reality, we assume that its events, human events, human life, are implicitly of value. This buries us in a
quicksand of compassion.
Be subtle to the point of formlessness
Be mysterious to the point of soundlessness
Be extreme to the point of powerlessness
A Garden was destroyed by a Word, destroyed by Language, became the first Memory. Time was set in motion at this point. The garden did not exist within Time, or language, it was an exterior neural projection, a Cathedral that worshipped its occupant, the Soul. Representing as it did the Mind at Preset without Light, there was nothing to reflect, shape, or fix this particular dream.
4. We have formed sounds, made names, trapping matter with Language. We perpetuate our tyranny and drown in a flood of speculation and false communication. To be reborn, immortal, outside Time, we must look for ways to transmit infinite alternate realities and choices of reality, to make them as real, MORE REAL than any emasculating reductions that we inherit; yet not be corrupted and trivialized by a belief in our singularity.
Nothing is real, everything must go. Every inherited construct, society, techno-patriotic political system that trades off believing it exists, must be destroyed as fast as possible, we must make space to be space, this is
the Cyber position.
The eradication of the tyrannical nuclear family, building block of the prison walls for this imposed, humanitarian dust, that chokes and dulls the masses reducing all to a worthless, Mind-less, dreamless fog.
Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the Mind.
Memories tell us one thing, every Thing must go.
Every Thing is a hallucination, made solid by mass belief.
Names are given in order to control. To reduce, to comprehend the forces of nature, to demonstrate ownership. In this race to name the poor have grown to be rich, and the rich have grown to be poor again. Know that to re-enter immortality we must ourselves become unnameable, emptied of all sense of being here.
Television is our new exterior brain, one day it will be a standard fitting within every skull on earth, each brain an electronic star in a transmitted milky way. Galaxies of dreams and information, people will become more
comfortable with televisual reality than that of their daily lives.
Television is already MORE REAL than life. A new synthetic material, giving all people infinite access to infinite alternate realities through a cortex of light. They will Program, shape, form, and broadcast messages,
until the very fabric of reality has been torn assunder, its cloak cast down beneath. From this day forth, reality will be a multiple series of channels, option switches feeding our brains.
"I lay in the desert, on my back, staring up at the stars. I could feel millions of rays of light entering my body, one from each star, infinite numbers, my cell walls broke down, my sense of bodily existence ended, I
was illumination, a 3D projection of cosmic light, I could see the ancient shaman building sacred sites to fix their relationship with the stars, to solidify their connections and effects. I remembered the thousands of Holy
Teachers, the idea of the Divine "spark", the descriptions of white light, the myths and legends of our descent from the stars, I was not corporeal, I was a mirage, sealed within an inherited apparently solid body by the
weight of History, by the weight of Fear and Guilt. I shimmered like a ghost, ectoplasm, illusion, and all the puzzles I had heard in Japan, and all the limited descriptions of limitless transcendent experiences made
sense. I knew I had to find some way to GO, to leave this sealed coffin that is my body, to find an accelerator to project my brain, bypassing the tedium of mechanistic evolution, into deepest omniversal space, into immortality, and the very fabric of myth and heaven. I was everyone, everything, and everything too was here to G.O. I understood my lifetime's sense of disconnection / disorder was not a flaw, rather a wondrous gift that described in a new way, the true nature of being that may be experienced whilst trapped, mortal, and confused, here in this desert that was at once a theatre of all possibilities, and an exit to all
impossibilities."
5.Does MIND leave, or does Consciousness? What leaves, what stays behind as we achieve immortality? BRAIN? If it is, as I suspect, the programmable computer MIND that is the Key, what happens to Consciousness? Am I mistaken, or will there be a Projection? I want to GO. This final puzzle evades me.
- Genesis P. Orridge, 1993
Will Power Go?
World Preset Guardians
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
There is a specific clarity when Fire cleanses. A moment when it seems to freeze. Every possible particle is motion rushing up or down? Naked and blind upon a path of lies we enter the field; a dull agony of fear dilates Time against the biological confusion.
Columns of fire, columns of lies, pillars of Solomon's Temple. Dilate the pupils of the brain, a doorway opens to manifest leaving. A fire sale in an inferno. One day a truth shall emerge however deeply we seek to avoid
it.
There is more than one Time. Limitations imposed by the passage of inner-Time make it The Enemy. Possibilities exposed by outer-Time make it a delusion of night.
Change thee way to perceive and change all Memory.
2.ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
"A Soul must lose its attachment to humanity.
A Mind must lose its attachment to salvation.
A Brain must lose its attachment to body."
In the retreat from matter, all realities are equal.
Now that interreality travel is possible we will become the very substance of hallucination, and thus enter and leave at will the uncertain principle of all realities, regardless of their location.
Those who build, assemble, ASSEMBLY is the invisible language of our TIME.
Brain and Neuro-Visual Matter are one, are the material of all that can be seen, was ever seen, will be seen, in every place & in every time, forever.
Each brain is all realities, from mundane to omniscient.
Only alone may we breach the dark matter of lost memory and connect all points of Light. For this we need a map of the stars, our superior will electrifying a web that catches our Soul and emits eternal vision. The
visionary alone can be free, the blind masses seek to blind Him, put outhis eyes in their fearful progression to the desert of dark skies. Theblind may not lead the illuminated, rather they must be forced to surrender
all thought of vision to those who are their eyes and who dream the most dangerous dreams of annihilation.
We control THINGS to eradicate them.
Nothing matters but the end of matter.
All must be controlled & destroyed that allow Blindness, all that breed blindness, those who spawn the children of dark, must be buried in the dark, cold dark crystals, in a desert of grains made without Light. Their dark is a night-mare, a castrated black stallion trampling the prophet who communes with the stars and reads the codes of electrical knowledge and return. We are not from one star; but all stars are Our source. Every story ever told resides in them.
Infinite choices of reality are the gift of software to our children.
We signal and are signaled. We hold aloft a torch of fire and pass our hands across it. Visions, images, primal memories from this immeasurable Brain fill us with transmitted Light, dancing dots and lines, an end to a tyranny of language and a beginning of our return to the Garden. Solidity is a perfection of Light; its prism, its manifestation, a hallucination of evidence that Mind may reside within any reality.
An end of Time is just another way of saying the beginning of Immortality.
3. Dreams are a coded material of eternity. We possess LIGHT through them.
"Those who accept LIGHT control mortality.
Those who control LIGHT control immortality"
Space is our church, the stars our windows, our dreams navigate pathways.
Only an ancient map has been lost.
Our world's a dream, a miserable one. In our unfathomable ignorance we call it the only reality, consensus reality, we assume that its events, human events, human life, are implicitly of value. This buries us in a
quicksand of compassion.
Be subtle to the point of formlessness
Be mysterious to the point of soundlessness
Be extreme to the point of powerlessness
A Garden was destroyed by a Word, destroyed by Language, became the first Memory. Time was set in motion at this point. The garden did not exist within Time, or language, it was an exterior neural projection, a Cathedral that worshipped its occupant, the Soul. Representing as it did the Mind at Preset without Light, there was nothing to reflect, shape, or fix this particular dream.
4. We have formed sounds, made names, trapping matter with Language. We perpetuate our tyranny and drown in a flood of speculation and false communication. To be reborn, immortal, outside Time, we must look for ways to transmit infinite alternate realities and choices of reality, to make them as real, MORE REAL than any emasculating reductions that we inherit; yet not be corrupted and trivialized by a belief in our singularity.
Nothing is real, everything must go. Every inherited construct, society, techno-patriotic political system that trades off believing it exists, must be destroyed as fast as possible, we must make space to be space, this is
the Cyber position.
The eradication of the tyrannical nuclear family, building block of the prison walls for this imposed, humanitarian dust, that chokes and dulls the masses reducing all to a worthless, Mind-less, dreamless fog.
Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the Mind.
Memories tell us one thing, every Thing must go.
Every Thing is a hallucination, made solid by mass belief.
Names are given in order to control. To reduce, to comprehend the forces of nature, to demonstrate ownership. In this race to name the poor have grown to be rich, and the rich have grown to be poor again. Know that to re-enter immortality we must ourselves become unnameable, emptied of all sense of being here.
Television is our new exterior brain, one day it will be a standard fitting within every skull on earth, each brain an electronic star in a transmitted milky way. Galaxies of dreams and information, people will become more
comfortable with televisual reality than that of their daily lives.
Television is already MORE REAL than life. A new synthetic material, giving all people infinite access to infinite alternate realities through a cortex of light. They will Program, shape, form, and broadcast messages,
until the very fabric of reality has been torn assunder, its cloak cast down beneath. From this day forth, reality will be a multiple series of channels, option switches feeding our brains.
"I lay in the desert, on my back, staring up at the stars. I could feel millions of rays of light entering my body, one from each star, infinite numbers, my cell walls broke down, my sense of bodily existence ended, I
was illumination, a 3D projection of cosmic light, I could see the ancient shaman building sacred sites to fix their relationship with the stars, to solidify their connections and effects. I remembered the thousands of Holy
Teachers, the idea of the Divine "spark", the descriptions of white light, the myths and legends of our descent from the stars, I was not corporeal, I was a mirage, sealed within an inherited apparently solid body by the
weight of History, by the weight of Fear and Guilt. I shimmered like a ghost, ectoplasm, illusion, and all the puzzles I had heard in Japan, and all the limited descriptions of limitless transcendent experiences made
sense. I knew I had to find some way to GO, to leave this sealed coffin that is my body, to find an accelerator to project my brain, bypassing the tedium of mechanistic evolution, into deepest omniversal space, into immortality, and the very fabric of myth and heaven. I was everyone, everything, and everything too was here to G.O. I understood my lifetime's sense of disconnection / disorder was not a flaw, rather a wondrous gift that described in a new way, the true nature of being that may be experienced whilst trapped, mortal, and confused, here in this desert that was at once a theatre of all possibilities, and an exit to all
impossibilities."
5.Does MIND leave, or does Consciousness? What leaves, what stays behind as we achieve immortality? BRAIN? If it is, as I suspect, the programmable computer MIND that is the Key, what happens to Consciousness? Am I mistaken, or will there be a Projection? I want to GO. This final puzzle evades me.
- Genesis P. Orridge, 1993
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Back sleeve notes from "Magick defends itself" release 1986
From the back sleeve;
Thee hammer house of horror interpretation of Magick and Wicca is that curses and invocations are uttered by black robed crones whilist they eat frogs and rat tails and drink bats blood. In fact so rare is thee energy of pure undiluted anger that thee true mechanism of of magickal defence is missed. It is a frequency generated and transmitted, just like a television signal. It does not need conscious direction. It homes in on thee receptor by default. That is, they are consciously disconnected from thee caring and protection of thee Individual angered. This exposes them to thee vagaries of neurotic mass subconscious and within that mass thee anger still lurks.
In a sense Magick is a Zen Archer. By a combination od thee initial pure anger, and a second stage of disconnection, considered disinterest, it is able to defend it self by channeling "Active Truth". In simple terms. When you care for a person, or are closely involved with them in some way. Then they betray, abuse or corrupt that caring. You remove your protection. When you remove your protection they are once more open to those forces and pitfalls from which you protected them. A true curse is to us then a technique of inaction and non-violence from which we can perceive thee effects of revenge without recourse to guilt on your part. Magick defends itself. It comes from intuition, is guided by will, and honours no gods, demons, or spirits. It is thee birthright of all human beings and thee prodgeny of thir brain not some outside superbeing. Politicians and Religious leaders of ALL persuasions hypocritically tell us otherwise. Believe none of them. Believe only your own experiences of life. To die free of guilt is to die pure. A star. And every man and woman is a star.
For further information on PSYCHIC TELEVISION, TEMPLE RECORDS 1984, or Thee Temple Of Psychick Youth, within whose ideas this is all rooted, send a large stamped addressed envelope to: BM:TOPY, LONDON WC1 3XX ENGLAND. From outside thee U.K. send an International Reply Coupon.
This 12" single is number 11 in the Temple Records 1984 Library Series. It is not intended as a commercial release designed to entertain first and inform second. It functions primarily as documentation and research. All Psychic Television transmissions are interfaced, interconnected and international.
Our aim is wakefulness. Our enemy is dreamless sleep.
"THE PROCESS IS THE PRODUCT
Thee hammer house of horror interpretation of Magick and Wicca is that curses and invocations are uttered by black robed crones whilist they eat frogs and rat tails and drink bats blood. In fact so rare is thee energy of pure undiluted anger that thee true mechanism of of magickal defence is missed. It is a frequency generated and transmitted, just like a television signal. It does not need conscious direction. It homes in on thee receptor by default. That is, they are consciously disconnected from thee caring and protection of thee Individual angered. This exposes them to thee vagaries of neurotic mass subconscious and within that mass thee anger still lurks.
In a sense Magick is a Zen Archer. By a combination od thee initial pure anger, and a second stage of disconnection, considered disinterest, it is able to defend it self by channeling "Active Truth". In simple terms. When you care for a person, or are closely involved with them in some way. Then they betray, abuse or corrupt that caring. You remove your protection. When you remove your protection they are once more open to those forces and pitfalls from which you protected them. A true curse is to us then a technique of inaction and non-violence from which we can perceive thee effects of revenge without recourse to guilt on your part. Magick defends itself. It comes from intuition, is guided by will, and honours no gods, demons, or spirits. It is thee birthright of all human beings and thee prodgeny of thir brain not some outside superbeing. Politicians and Religious leaders of ALL persuasions hypocritically tell us otherwise. Believe none of them. Believe only your own experiences of life. To die free of guilt is to die pure. A star. And every man and woman is a star.
For further information on PSYCHIC TELEVISION, TEMPLE RECORDS 1984, or Thee Temple Of Psychick Youth, within whose ideas this is all rooted, send a large stamped addressed envelope to: BM:TOPY, LONDON WC1 3XX ENGLAND. From outside thee U.K. send an International Reply Coupon.
This 12" single is number 11 in the Temple Records 1984 Library Series. It is not intended as a commercial release designed to entertain first and inform second. It functions primarily as documentation and research. All Psychic Television transmissions are interfaced, interconnected and international.
Our aim is wakefulness. Our enemy is dreamless sleep.
"THE PROCESS IS THE PRODUCT
Saturday, October 31, 2009
june 13th 1999 posting by Genesis describing the "NEXT-NEW-WAY-ON" era of www.genesisp-orridge.com
NEXT-NEW-WAY-ON
"Your 15 Minutes Just Became Eternity"
GENESIS P-ORRIDGE SPEAKS ABOUT THIS SITE
Welcome! Thank you for visiting this website. As you will soon discover I.T. is still under construction. In fact I am hoping that I.T. always will be, for that would mean that we are not only documenting and preserving the past in our Museums, but also that we are also alive and kicking and very, very well as we move happily into the future or three. I thought long and hard about even having a website. In fact, when I left California in 1995 I threw my modem into the garbage and was proud, even elitist about NOT being online for a few y-eras. Why? Well the long versions of my thought processes regarding the possible nature of the internet/world wide web/ cyberspace ( what I prefer to call the PSYCHOSPHERE) will be uploaded at a later date in the writings zone of The Next New Way On. Suffice I.T. to say that I would consider it foolhardy to open a mysterious door to an unknown multi dimensional environment and immerse my SELF in I.T. without first designing and assembling a survival kit; getting the necessary vaccinations; stocking up on supplies; aquiring the most recent maps; the latest intelligence about potential hostiles; maintaining communication with my home base and shielding my SELF in the latest in protective and danger-resistant clothing.
MAGICK DEFENDS ITS SELF.
When I arrived in the U.S.A. in February 1991 I was surprised, and glad, to be located and welcomed by the alternative cyber-community in California and by the embryonic Rave scene. In particular R.U.Sirius, Queen Mu and Jas Morgan of MONDO 2000; John Perry Barlow, Michael Horowitz, Terence McKenna, Jaron Lanier and Dr. Timothy Leary introduced me to what was then (yes I.T. really was not so long ago!) the cutting edge ideas and excitements of the web, computer networks, "The Well" and free-flowing, radical, visionary and subversive-for-the-joy-of-I.T. post-psychedelic artists. People with passion who didn't fit in to, or didn't want to fit in to consensus reality networks and who had therefore constructed an alternative "virtual" reality where they could play and interact by themselves, for themselves, and this is the important part, without obligation to others, without censorship imposed by vested interests from above, and by and large, without any high commercial necessities. Those were heady days of speculation, of imagining the final dissolution of all boundaries, mental and physical, neurological and political, corporal and spiritual, carnal and intellectual. I.T. enthralled me and, yet, at the same T.I.M.E., some undercurrent about I.T. concerned me.
Having lived through the 60's as a teenager, and felt these same adventurous and heady optimisms; then lived through the 70's co-conceiving and directing "Industrial Culture" with an outlaw community of transmedia activators surrounded by the co-conspirators of "London punk"; continuing on in the 80's mutating into an experimental, and experiential occultural catalytic community with Psychic TV and Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth; I had seen each wave of idealism break upon the beach of cynicism, co-option, commodification, and repression in a repeating process.
THE PROCESS IS THE PRODUCT.
NOW! Please don't think I am discouraged (which, it's worth remembering, does mean lacking or diminishing in courage) because I most certainly am not. Nor have I become jaded. Nor am I tempering my Utopianism with too high a dose of realism. I remain today as dedicated to the cause of positive and insistent behavioural change of this peculiar L-if-E/form we call humanity as I was in 1965-ish when I began actively following my path and became known as "GENESIS". In a nutt shell my obsessively central motivation is, was, and WILLS TO BE, assisting in the chivalrous task of helping the human species to become a HumanE Species!
Sometimes helping can be as simple as being aware of one's own need to consciously make choices, momeant to momeant, day to day, L-if-E/T.I.M.E. to L-if-E/T.I.M.E., that contribute towards the inevitable truth that "WE ARE ALL PERFECTING". In my case, for whatever reason, being bullied at school, being a sickly child, chemical imbalances in my brain that made me THINK TOO MUCH! For whatever reason, I discovered my SELF compelled from an early age (about 5 or 6) to experiment with THINKING. To speculate endlessly day and night upon the possibilities and impossibilities of existence, L-if-E, God, mortality, behaviour, sensuality, "magick", feelings, emotions, art, work, play, sleep and in a sense, encapsulating ALL those and more, DREAMS. Weighty stuff for a skinny little guy with asthma!
As a result of all this, and an odd (still puzzling) compulsion to attempt to manifest, and make part of my L-if-E, any and all dreams that fascinated and intrigued me, I became an artist. More importantly, for you to get a feel for and understanding of the raison dÃetre of this site (and it's structure as expressed via design so fluidly by Eric Swenson) I, Genesis P-Orridge, hereby declare that I hyper-consciously made a decision in 1965 that L-if-E and Art in their highest and most divine expression were absolutely and incontrovertibly one and the same medium. Further, I made a pact with my SELF (that which I still truly consider to be my HIGHER SELF) that I would live my entire L-if-E, second to second, emotion to emotion, event to event, both through the creative filtering of and the awareness of being an Artist. with a capital "A"!
THE PRODUCT IS THE PROCESS.
Today, as I type on my Mac Performa 6400/200 Power PC, I.T. is 34 yeras later! Looking back, with kindness to my SELF, and with subjectively reasonable hindsight, I believe that I can say, or at least suggest, that I DID I.T! That I lived what I intended. Intention IS the key. Herein, on this site as I.T. grows, you will find a great many doorways, enigmas, and places of chaotic information. Even playgrounds and challenges. Our challenge wills to be, and from my position as an Artist dedicated to a L-if-E/long and Individual sense of purpose, has to be to eventually build a website that mirrors, as exactly as technology allows, the way that Genesis P-Orridge thinks, creates, and speculates and how that has manifested in the public domain of Popular Culture, occulture, performance, and fine art since his active acceptance of the ìmysteryî of searching for the ìgrailî that is secreted within every thing, every action, and every momeant.
NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL WAR.
But back to 1991. Why was I worried? I.T. all seemed too good to be true. Scary to think that huh? I.T. seemed so frail, all this idealism, this "finally liberating the brain and spirit, perhaps even the soul", this annihilation of nationalism and corporate dominance, this cheap phone line FREEDOM and connection.
We enjoyed such a marvellous T.I.M.E. of uninhibited community and outrageous optimism regarding the implications of building an all-seeing, all-pervading, all-powerful rendering of proxy-divinity and even immortality.
(At this juncture I must confess, of course, that I my SELF had been a vocal proselytiser of freedom of ALL information for ALL for as long as I could, literally, remember! For all these opening ups of synapses and scenarios I must say a huge thank you to all those already mentioned, and the hundreds of others I met along my way).
However, an early key text of mine that is still sometimes reprinted, or uploaded, was titled "NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL WAR-THE ONLY REAL WAR IS INFORMATION WAR". Today, even more literally, this remains true. As each new territory is opened up and colonised by waves of the courageous, and adventurous, the reckless and the mystical whose motives are inately, even naively, selfless, I.T. draws the attention of a second wave of those whose vested interests are more or less genetically co-dependent with "CONTROL" and, of course, whose motives are inately selfish exploitation keyed to the lowest common creative denominator for maximum influence and returns. What makes this remain so exciting and hopeful is, regardless of agendas, strategies, and moralities, we are all soaking into the same beach.
THE FUTURE LEAKS THROUGH.
(I wonder if, by NOW!, you are wondering, what the hell has this to do with a web site? Web sites are meant to be at the service of the visitor, to pander to their tastes, reinforce their extra-curricular, or intra-curricular interests, facilitate consuming, or to solidify already sacred beliefs or philosophies.
Well, that is exactly why I am here, asking your patience as we grow. Explaining well in advance our INTENTIONS, as much as we can today, for we hope, in the end, that this site, with your active/passive participation over yeras and even hopefully beyond our L-if-E/T.I.M.E.s, will become a shining, shockwaved, freeflowing, speculative, encyclopaedic repository of ALTERNATIVE ways of thinking, being and seeing. More importantly, I.T. should be a metaphor that is also an exact description of a way of L-if-E and the very structure of the site, and how I.T. works as you navigate I.T. should, as far as possible, reflect our ideas as much as the content.
The Next New Way On hopes and intends that through the retrospective foundation of zones within I.T. like The Final Academy; Thee Museum Ov Magick; Allies/Godstars/Avatars; Meta=Physics; Breaking Sex; Libraries; Art Galleries; Links and Spillages; Journals and Speculations, and on and on an attitude towards L-if-E and creativity will be illustrated and evolved by implication, by interaction and by positive examples. An organic process of discovery not a singular and fundamentalist blueprint trapped by linearity, but, quite literally, a NEXT-NEW-WAY-ON!
(p.s. By the way, I apologise for my long sentences, but it's just the way I think and I trained my SELF to try and type as nearly as possible precisely what I am thinking at any given momeant in the hopes THE FUTURE LEAKS THROUGH.)
PULLING A MIRACLE OUT OF A HAT!
I was at Dr. Timothy Leary's home one day in 1993 and was surprised to meet a "think tank" of what, at that T.I.M.E., were considered the greatest experts on the evolution and nature of the internet and the world wide web. They had, they told us, been given the profits of one days trading on Bill Gates shares as a research grant. Supposedly this turned out to be about 10 million US. dollars! Their brief was to travel around having discussions with the "brightest and most creative" conceptualists involved in cyberspace in order to develop templates that would enable corporations, goevernments, and interested parties to "privatise police and make profitable" this new territory.
Please be clear, I am neither criticising nor judging this phenomenon, nor those involved, who were all incredibly fascinating and fascinated. But the process of co-option had begun, had surfaced, become visible and active. Since then, quite amazingly, their suggestions and prophecies have exploded into our lives, politics, warfare, eroticism, communication and economy. Yet, that was only 6 yeras ago! Nobody around that table that day, sipping coffee, speculating, parlaying structures, or advising caution as I inevitably did, could, I truly believe, have guessed how rapidly all this would grow. Or how quickly the "citizens of the technologically advanced world" would embrace the web and internet so completely that already almost everybody takes I.T. for granted as if I.T. had all ways been there, like wheels, cars, telephones and television. An unquestioning acceptance of this blanket of unknown potential in every possible interpretation and application has taken place that in and of itself is unfalteringly uncritical and complacent.
CONSCIOUS SELF CONSCIOUSNESS.
As I.T. happens I was born in 1950, in Manchester, England. There were few televisions. I remember there being only one, ours, in my street, in 1952, and neighbours coming round to our house to watch Queen Elisabeth 2nd's coronation. Records were still 78's and shattered like glass if you dropped them; tube wireless' were our main source of entertainment; some post-war rationing prevailed; newspapers still supplied news; telephones were a luxury; cinema matinees a marvel. Whilst I was a teenager in the 60's there were no cassette players, no CD's, hardly even pocket calculators. But at least now if you dropped a record it didn't shatter!
Perhaps this chance positioning of my birthdate at the half-way mark of the century's progress has given me a fortunate vantage point of cultural observation. I have witnessed the ever accelerating information and disinformation technologies and their embracing by a less and less critical or questioning general population. In fact, I.T. seems we have reached a point where technology is considered inately benign and in our best interests, or irrevocably omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent. As if, in the tradition of the great pyramids, we have built our own representation of "God". In fact, I.T. might be useful to consider the "psychosphere" as just that. The 20th Century's rendering of "GOD". Our very own equivalent of Stone Henge, and a new "wonder of the world" to be visited in awe and bewilderment by beings thousands of y-eras from NOW!.
All this is fantastic. Nevertheless, the levels of instant gratification, and passive acceptance that our species is being trained to accept unthinkingly continues to concern me. When every being is connected to every other being and all experience is a recordable and public phenomenon will privacy become THE FINAL TABOO? Yet here, ironically, I am. Here we are. Communicating (I hope) together to some degree. Even more ironically, here is a website, being built by us, for you, despite my/our reservations about the medium. Why?
SEE A CLIFF, JUMP OFF.
Firstly; the Next New Way On website is intended to maintain a domain where those initial excited speculations and debates of the early 90's might be preserved, even expand and continue to the mutli-functional benefit of us all. The Next New Way On aims to initiate, create and facilitate a quaquaveral cultural and behavioural dialogue. Not just by chat-rooms or e-mails, but by structure, implication and perceptual example. Choice of content is a language just as much as the written or spoken word. Editing is the "invisible" language of cracks, joins, fades, and point of observation. By a knowing use of these new, hidden, but immensely power-full languages and of playful, digitised interaction with information in and of its SELF, for its own sake the Next New Way On wills to trigger an higher expectation and cognisance of the infinitely exploding galaxy an Individual enters each T.I.M.E. they log-on. Our aim is wakefulness, our enemy is dreamless sleep. If the Next New Way On can pass on to you an appreciation of how significant and potentially hazardess immersion in worlds programmed and limited by the motives and/or imaginations of unknown others, some with hidden, covert or even unconsciously driven agendas, then we shall have succeeded. Know thine enemy and assume that if something seems puzzling or malignant the answer is always held in the hands and forces of those with a vested interest in its manifestation.
Secondly; the Next New Way On intends in every possible and impossible technique to serve the established and spontaneous appetite for information and documentation about the L-if-E, projects, thoughts and times of Genesis P-Orridge. There are so many misconceptions, eroneous pieces of "faction" and incomplete biographies jumbled up and scattered without form or overview out there. Yet there is obviously a genuine and ongoing curiousity. The Next New Way On have discovered more than a hundred sites devoted to or including data on Genesis P-Orridge and/or some of the more visible cultural engineering projects that he has initiated, founded, co-founded or actively participated in.
The Next-New-Way-On regards all these websites as allies, regardless of their editorial position. Everyone is telling the truth all the T.I.M.E. There is obviously an enthusiastic and intelligent interest out there in this weird and wonder-full ether. As often as possible the Next-New-Way-On wishes to build two-way links between as many sites as possible; eventually not limited just to Genesis P-Orridge, but to any topic, thought, or area that seems significant or stimulating and pointing, no matter how obliquely to a NEW WAY ON. With the arrival of Simon Ford's definitive and lengthy book "THE WRECKERS OF CIVILISATION" describing the origins and story of COUM Transmissions and Throbbing Gristle an entire reappraisal and vindication of Genesis P-Orridge's ideas and actions seen, with hindsight, to stand appropriately in the current of contemporary art history and popular culture has obviously begun.
Rather than ignore this interest it seems to be a duty of the Next New Way On to share as much as possible of the voluminous and far-reaching TRANSMEDIA archives of the L-if-E and T.I.M.E.s of Genesis P-Orridge, cultural engineer. I.T. will take quite some T.I.M.E. to catalogue, scan, transcribe, and digitise this huge body of works. But that is a primary aim of this site. I.T. is a formidable task. There are direct links with fluxus artists and renegades like MONTE CAZAZZA in the 70's; the beatniks Brion Gysin and William S. Burroughs; the Islamic Brotherhood of The Master Musicians Of Jajouka; Agori Baba's in Nepal and Santeria Baba's in New York; psychedlic pioneers like Dr. Timothy Leary and rhythm and blues pioneers like Brian Jones. And on, and on, and I.T. hasn't stopped because Genesis P-Orridge remains prolific and active in every medium as he scries the "culturally inevitable for the culturally ineffable".
The Next New Way On has no funding right NOW!. Which means I.T. is editorially fully independent, obligated to nobody, under no economic restraints except those of the basic expenses of hardware, labour, and duplication. To facilitate and maintain our autonomy and clarity of intent Genesis P-Orridge has agreed to gradually sell off memorabilia, artworks, documents and recordings from the past in order to finance and manifest a future and a new exploration through the medium of this website. That is why the Next New Way On shop is in place. Hence the legend, "SELLING THE PAST TO BUILD A FUTURE". Any support you can give by buying items directly from this site will be greatly appreciated and accelerate the density and depth of how the site operates and entertains and how comprehensive the museums are. As soon as there is a surplus of income the team of Individuals at the Next New Way On can be increased which in turn will accelerate and improve all aspects and services of this site.
NECROENEMATICA
Thirdly: Apart from my conceptual and speculative concerns about the uncharted and potentially hostile environments of a psychosphere in progress that is being uncritically constructed regardless of inter-dimensional, moral, and political hazards leading me to throw away my first modem. I had another reservation about all this. The way I.T. looked and worked. The depth of the experience in a sense. Here were all these fabulous minds, incredible technologies and visions but when I.T. all boiled down to I.T. what was being accessed remained flat, archival and sluggish.
THE UNIVERSE IS KIND.
There I am, walking along Avenue A in the East Village of New York, minding my own minding, when I hear a voice speak my name, as one does. I looked up. BLAM! Epiphany...Eric Swenson! He promised to send me copies of his CD-ROMs, which he did. I popped the CD ROM into my computer and was assaulted with a huge, obnoxious noise that I could not turn down. BLAM! He had my attention. I was blown away, and I.T. had nothing to do with expectation, or even content, or style. All of which we all know are arbitrary, contrary and subjective no matter how one camouflages I.T. and don't kid your SELF. No, what had happened was that someone had put onto a CD-ROM disc exactly the kind of instantaneous, provocative, NEW, power-full experience that affected eyes, ears and brain similtaneously that I had dreamed would be possible from the first momeant I was confronted with computer possibilities in California back in 1991.
(By the way, I absolutely recommend that any and all visitors purchase BLAM! #'s 1,2,and 3 as soon as possible.)
NOW! There was a chance to make the computer, and more importantly, the users of computers, sing for their data. NOW! I.T. was exciting again. Yippee! Needless to say, Eric Swenson was contacted and the "inevitable", that quality of popular culture that screams unnoticed to the commercial mainstream desparate for a novel voice, was exposed and initiated. Swensonia agreed to design and push to the limits the parameters, navigation and eventual interaction of the Next New Way On.
Please be patient, therefore. I.T. is intended that, as T.I.M.E. and income permit, this site will raise the ante on what any website can be in every possible and impossible sense. There will be linear areas, zones and rooms. Plenty of low band width to ensure maximum salacious reward for the greatest number.
However, as work progresses, and your support grows, new areas and zones will be opened up that operate under totally new agendas. The choices you make as to what you wish to view will affect the resulting status of your interaction. You might be ìforcedî to deal with future plans, although you are obsessed with a past project, or vice versa. You might discover an animated section once, that you can never go back to again. There will be wormholes, and mirrors, tricks and treats. Imagine, if you will, a digital snakes and ladders.
Not so long ago I was asked in an interview what point I felt popular culture was up to? After some thought I replied that how I.T. feltto my SELF was as though previously we had all been in the same theme park, or funfair, but we had all been trying out different rides, at different T.I.M.E.s, of varying extremity and effect. NOW! I.T. feels as though, finally, and fortunately, we all find ourselves strapped into cars on the same ride at the same T.I.M.E. and this newly designed mystery ride is just about to begin. None of us knows what the ride is, only that I.T. is a totally new adventure. But for the first T.I.M.E. ever, we will all encounter the thrills and fears in unison.
The Next New Way On seeks to reflect this observation. By making a metaphor real one becomes a Cultural Engineer. If you think I.T. wills to happen, I.T. is your responsibility to manifest.
YOUR NEW WAY ON NEEDS YOU.
As we mentioned before. The Next New Way On is being deconstructed by a loose knit, but motivated group of cultural "outlaws". The greater the number of vistors, and the more finance that is generated by selling the past to build a future, the more rapidly deeper and more challenging zones of the site can be generated. Please be aware that I.T. will take some T.I.M.E. to realise this particular dream.
You, the visitor can help NOW! You can make links from your sites to the Next- New-Way-On immediately. You can track back at regular intervals to mark our progress. You can favour our online store when you purchase limited editions, records, multiples, and unique expressions of our other projects.
Later on you can offer labour, software or hardware to accelerate uploading and expansion of zones of particular interest and/or access points to new transmedia environments. The best dream is a dream without limits, one that responds and mutates according to the needs of its peoples and the chaotic currents of an occultural society. So here I.T. is. The B-Earth of a New Way On. Not the only way on. But the Next New Way On that reflects and is inclusive of, our particular community of dissident watchers, commentators, visionaries, and alienated allegiances.
Welcome! To www. next-new-way-on.com
YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES JUST BECAME ETERNITY!
Genesis P-Orridge - 13 June 1999.
"Your 15 Minutes Just Became Eternity"
GENESIS P-ORRIDGE SPEAKS ABOUT THIS SITE
Welcome! Thank you for visiting this website. As you will soon discover I.T. is still under construction. In fact I am hoping that I.T. always will be, for that would mean that we are not only documenting and preserving the past in our Museums, but also that we are also alive and kicking and very, very well as we move happily into the future or three. I thought long and hard about even having a website. In fact, when I left California in 1995 I threw my modem into the garbage and was proud, even elitist about NOT being online for a few y-eras. Why? Well the long versions of my thought processes regarding the possible nature of the internet/world wide web/ cyberspace ( what I prefer to call the PSYCHOSPHERE) will be uploaded at a later date in the writings zone of The Next New Way On. Suffice I.T. to say that I would consider it foolhardy to open a mysterious door to an unknown multi dimensional environment and immerse my SELF in I.T. without first designing and assembling a survival kit; getting the necessary vaccinations; stocking up on supplies; aquiring the most recent maps; the latest intelligence about potential hostiles; maintaining communication with my home base and shielding my SELF in the latest in protective and danger-resistant clothing.
MAGICK DEFENDS ITS SELF.
When I arrived in the U.S.A. in February 1991 I was surprised, and glad, to be located and welcomed by the alternative cyber-community in California and by the embryonic Rave scene. In particular R.U.Sirius, Queen Mu and Jas Morgan of MONDO 2000; John Perry Barlow, Michael Horowitz, Terence McKenna, Jaron Lanier and Dr. Timothy Leary introduced me to what was then (yes I.T. really was not so long ago!) the cutting edge ideas and excitements of the web, computer networks, "The Well" and free-flowing, radical, visionary and subversive-for-the-joy-of-I.T. post-psychedelic artists. People with passion who didn't fit in to, or didn't want to fit in to consensus reality networks and who had therefore constructed an alternative "virtual" reality where they could play and interact by themselves, for themselves, and this is the important part, without obligation to others, without censorship imposed by vested interests from above, and by and large, without any high commercial necessities. Those were heady days of speculation, of imagining the final dissolution of all boundaries, mental and physical, neurological and political, corporal and spiritual, carnal and intellectual. I.T. enthralled me and, yet, at the same T.I.M.E., some undercurrent about I.T. concerned me.
Having lived through the 60's as a teenager, and felt these same adventurous and heady optimisms; then lived through the 70's co-conceiving and directing "Industrial Culture" with an outlaw community of transmedia activators surrounded by the co-conspirators of "London punk"; continuing on in the 80's mutating into an experimental, and experiential occultural catalytic community with Psychic TV and Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth; I had seen each wave of idealism break upon the beach of cynicism, co-option, commodification, and repression in a repeating process.
THE PROCESS IS THE PRODUCT.
NOW! Please don't think I am discouraged (which, it's worth remembering, does mean lacking or diminishing in courage) because I most certainly am not. Nor have I become jaded. Nor am I tempering my Utopianism with too high a dose of realism. I remain today as dedicated to the cause of positive and insistent behavioural change of this peculiar L-if-E/form we call humanity as I was in 1965-ish when I began actively following my path and became known as "GENESIS". In a nutt shell my obsessively central motivation is, was, and WILLS TO BE, assisting in the chivalrous task of helping the human species to become a HumanE Species!
Sometimes helping can be as simple as being aware of one's own need to consciously make choices, momeant to momeant, day to day, L-if-E/T.I.M.E. to L-if-E/T.I.M.E., that contribute towards the inevitable truth that "WE ARE ALL PERFECTING". In my case, for whatever reason, being bullied at school, being a sickly child, chemical imbalances in my brain that made me THINK TOO MUCH! For whatever reason, I discovered my SELF compelled from an early age (about 5 or 6) to experiment with THINKING. To speculate endlessly day and night upon the possibilities and impossibilities of existence, L-if-E, God, mortality, behaviour, sensuality, "magick", feelings, emotions, art, work, play, sleep and in a sense, encapsulating ALL those and more, DREAMS. Weighty stuff for a skinny little guy with asthma!
As a result of all this, and an odd (still puzzling) compulsion to attempt to manifest, and make part of my L-if-E, any and all dreams that fascinated and intrigued me, I became an artist. More importantly, for you to get a feel for and understanding of the raison dÃetre of this site (and it's structure as expressed via design so fluidly by Eric Swenson) I, Genesis P-Orridge, hereby declare that I hyper-consciously made a decision in 1965 that L-if-E and Art in their highest and most divine expression were absolutely and incontrovertibly one and the same medium. Further, I made a pact with my SELF (that which I still truly consider to be my HIGHER SELF) that I would live my entire L-if-E, second to second, emotion to emotion, event to event, both through the creative filtering of and the awareness of being an Artist. with a capital "A"!
THE PRODUCT IS THE PROCESS.
Today, as I type on my Mac Performa 6400/200 Power PC, I.T. is 34 yeras later! Looking back, with kindness to my SELF, and with subjectively reasonable hindsight, I believe that I can say, or at least suggest, that I DID I.T! That I lived what I intended. Intention IS the key. Herein, on this site as I.T. grows, you will find a great many doorways, enigmas, and places of chaotic information. Even playgrounds and challenges. Our challenge wills to be, and from my position as an Artist dedicated to a L-if-E/long and Individual sense of purpose, has to be to eventually build a website that mirrors, as exactly as technology allows, the way that Genesis P-Orridge thinks, creates, and speculates and how that has manifested in the public domain of Popular Culture, occulture, performance, and fine art since his active acceptance of the ìmysteryî of searching for the ìgrailî that is secreted within every thing, every action, and every momeant.
NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL WAR.
But back to 1991. Why was I worried? I.T. all seemed too good to be true. Scary to think that huh? I.T. seemed so frail, all this idealism, this "finally liberating the brain and spirit, perhaps even the soul", this annihilation of nationalism and corporate dominance, this cheap phone line FREEDOM and connection.
We enjoyed such a marvellous T.I.M.E. of uninhibited community and outrageous optimism regarding the implications of building an all-seeing, all-pervading, all-powerful rendering of proxy-divinity and even immortality.
(At this juncture I must confess, of course, that I my SELF had been a vocal proselytiser of freedom of ALL information for ALL for as long as I could, literally, remember! For all these opening ups of synapses and scenarios I must say a huge thank you to all those already mentioned, and the hundreds of others I met along my way).
However, an early key text of mine that is still sometimes reprinted, or uploaded, was titled "NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL WAR-THE ONLY REAL WAR IS INFORMATION WAR". Today, even more literally, this remains true. As each new territory is opened up and colonised by waves of the courageous, and adventurous, the reckless and the mystical whose motives are inately, even naively, selfless, I.T. draws the attention of a second wave of those whose vested interests are more or less genetically co-dependent with "CONTROL" and, of course, whose motives are inately selfish exploitation keyed to the lowest common creative denominator for maximum influence and returns. What makes this remain so exciting and hopeful is, regardless of agendas, strategies, and moralities, we are all soaking into the same beach.
THE FUTURE LEAKS THROUGH.
(I wonder if, by NOW!, you are wondering, what the hell has this to do with a web site? Web sites are meant to be at the service of the visitor, to pander to their tastes, reinforce their extra-curricular, or intra-curricular interests, facilitate consuming, or to solidify already sacred beliefs or philosophies.
Well, that is exactly why I am here, asking your patience as we grow. Explaining well in advance our INTENTIONS, as much as we can today, for we hope, in the end, that this site, with your active/passive participation over yeras and even hopefully beyond our L-if-E/T.I.M.E.s, will become a shining, shockwaved, freeflowing, speculative, encyclopaedic repository of ALTERNATIVE ways of thinking, being and seeing. More importantly, I.T. should be a metaphor that is also an exact description of a way of L-if-E and the very structure of the site, and how I.T. works as you navigate I.T. should, as far as possible, reflect our ideas as much as the content.
The Next New Way On hopes and intends that through the retrospective foundation of zones within I.T. like The Final Academy; Thee Museum Ov Magick; Allies/Godstars/Avatars; Meta=Physics; Breaking Sex; Libraries; Art Galleries; Links and Spillages; Journals and Speculations, and on and on an attitude towards L-if-E and creativity will be illustrated and evolved by implication, by interaction and by positive examples. An organic process of discovery not a singular and fundamentalist blueprint trapped by linearity, but, quite literally, a NEXT-NEW-WAY-ON!
(p.s. By the way, I apologise for my long sentences, but it's just the way I think and I trained my SELF to try and type as nearly as possible precisely what I am thinking at any given momeant in the hopes THE FUTURE LEAKS THROUGH.)
PULLING A MIRACLE OUT OF A HAT!
I was at Dr. Timothy Leary's home one day in 1993 and was surprised to meet a "think tank" of what, at that T.I.M.E., were considered the greatest experts on the evolution and nature of the internet and the world wide web. They had, they told us, been given the profits of one days trading on Bill Gates shares as a research grant. Supposedly this turned out to be about 10 million US. dollars! Their brief was to travel around having discussions with the "brightest and most creative" conceptualists involved in cyberspace in order to develop templates that would enable corporations, goevernments, and interested parties to "privatise police and make profitable" this new territory.
Please be clear, I am neither criticising nor judging this phenomenon, nor those involved, who were all incredibly fascinating and fascinated. But the process of co-option had begun, had surfaced, become visible and active. Since then, quite amazingly, their suggestions and prophecies have exploded into our lives, politics, warfare, eroticism, communication and economy. Yet, that was only 6 yeras ago! Nobody around that table that day, sipping coffee, speculating, parlaying structures, or advising caution as I inevitably did, could, I truly believe, have guessed how rapidly all this would grow. Or how quickly the "citizens of the technologically advanced world" would embrace the web and internet so completely that already almost everybody takes I.T. for granted as if I.T. had all ways been there, like wheels, cars, telephones and television. An unquestioning acceptance of this blanket of unknown potential in every possible interpretation and application has taken place that in and of itself is unfalteringly uncritical and complacent.
CONSCIOUS SELF CONSCIOUSNESS.
As I.T. happens I was born in 1950, in Manchester, England. There were few televisions. I remember there being only one, ours, in my street, in 1952, and neighbours coming round to our house to watch Queen Elisabeth 2nd's coronation. Records were still 78's and shattered like glass if you dropped them; tube wireless' were our main source of entertainment; some post-war rationing prevailed; newspapers still supplied news; telephones were a luxury; cinema matinees a marvel. Whilst I was a teenager in the 60's there were no cassette players, no CD's, hardly even pocket calculators. But at least now if you dropped a record it didn't shatter!
Perhaps this chance positioning of my birthdate at the half-way mark of the century's progress has given me a fortunate vantage point of cultural observation. I have witnessed the ever accelerating information and disinformation technologies and their embracing by a less and less critical or questioning general population. In fact, I.T. seems we have reached a point where technology is considered inately benign and in our best interests, or irrevocably omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent. As if, in the tradition of the great pyramids, we have built our own representation of "God". In fact, I.T. might be useful to consider the "psychosphere" as just that. The 20th Century's rendering of "GOD". Our very own equivalent of Stone Henge, and a new "wonder of the world" to be visited in awe and bewilderment by beings thousands of y-eras from NOW!.
All this is fantastic. Nevertheless, the levels of instant gratification, and passive acceptance that our species is being trained to accept unthinkingly continues to concern me. When every being is connected to every other being and all experience is a recordable and public phenomenon will privacy become THE FINAL TABOO? Yet here, ironically, I am. Here we are. Communicating (I hope) together to some degree. Even more ironically, here is a website, being built by us, for you, despite my/our reservations about the medium. Why?
SEE A CLIFF, JUMP OFF.
Firstly; the Next New Way On website is intended to maintain a domain where those initial excited speculations and debates of the early 90's might be preserved, even expand and continue to the mutli-functional benefit of us all. The Next New Way On aims to initiate, create and facilitate a quaquaveral cultural and behavioural dialogue. Not just by chat-rooms or e-mails, but by structure, implication and perceptual example. Choice of content is a language just as much as the written or spoken word. Editing is the "invisible" language of cracks, joins, fades, and point of observation. By a knowing use of these new, hidden, but immensely power-full languages and of playful, digitised interaction with information in and of its SELF, for its own sake the Next New Way On wills to trigger an higher expectation and cognisance of the infinitely exploding galaxy an Individual enters each T.I.M.E. they log-on. Our aim is wakefulness, our enemy is dreamless sleep. If the Next New Way On can pass on to you an appreciation of how significant and potentially hazardess immersion in worlds programmed and limited by the motives and/or imaginations of unknown others, some with hidden, covert or even unconsciously driven agendas, then we shall have succeeded. Know thine enemy and assume that if something seems puzzling or malignant the answer is always held in the hands and forces of those with a vested interest in its manifestation.
Secondly; the Next New Way On intends in every possible and impossible technique to serve the established and spontaneous appetite for information and documentation about the L-if-E, projects, thoughts and times of Genesis P-Orridge. There are so many misconceptions, eroneous pieces of "faction" and incomplete biographies jumbled up and scattered without form or overview out there. Yet there is obviously a genuine and ongoing curiousity. The Next New Way On have discovered more than a hundred sites devoted to or including data on Genesis P-Orridge and/or some of the more visible cultural engineering projects that he has initiated, founded, co-founded or actively participated in.
The Next-New-Way-On regards all these websites as allies, regardless of their editorial position. Everyone is telling the truth all the T.I.M.E. There is obviously an enthusiastic and intelligent interest out there in this weird and wonder-full ether. As often as possible the Next-New-Way-On wishes to build two-way links between as many sites as possible; eventually not limited just to Genesis P-Orridge, but to any topic, thought, or area that seems significant or stimulating and pointing, no matter how obliquely to a NEW WAY ON. With the arrival of Simon Ford's definitive and lengthy book "THE WRECKERS OF CIVILISATION" describing the origins and story of COUM Transmissions and Throbbing Gristle an entire reappraisal and vindication of Genesis P-Orridge's ideas and actions seen, with hindsight, to stand appropriately in the current of contemporary art history and popular culture has obviously begun.
Rather than ignore this interest it seems to be a duty of the Next New Way On to share as much as possible of the voluminous and far-reaching TRANSMEDIA archives of the L-if-E and T.I.M.E.s of Genesis P-Orridge, cultural engineer. I.T. will take quite some T.I.M.E. to catalogue, scan, transcribe, and digitise this huge body of works. But that is a primary aim of this site. I.T. is a formidable task. There are direct links with fluxus artists and renegades like MONTE CAZAZZA in the 70's; the beatniks Brion Gysin and William S. Burroughs; the Islamic Brotherhood of The Master Musicians Of Jajouka; Agori Baba's in Nepal and Santeria Baba's in New York; psychedlic pioneers like Dr. Timothy Leary and rhythm and blues pioneers like Brian Jones. And on, and on, and I.T. hasn't stopped because Genesis P-Orridge remains prolific and active in every medium as he scries the "culturally inevitable for the culturally ineffable".
The Next New Way On has no funding right NOW!. Which means I.T. is editorially fully independent, obligated to nobody, under no economic restraints except those of the basic expenses of hardware, labour, and duplication. To facilitate and maintain our autonomy and clarity of intent Genesis P-Orridge has agreed to gradually sell off memorabilia, artworks, documents and recordings from the past in order to finance and manifest a future and a new exploration through the medium of this website. That is why the Next New Way On shop is in place. Hence the legend, "SELLING THE PAST TO BUILD A FUTURE". Any support you can give by buying items directly from this site will be greatly appreciated and accelerate the density and depth of how the site operates and entertains and how comprehensive the museums are. As soon as there is a surplus of income the team of Individuals at the Next New Way On can be increased which in turn will accelerate and improve all aspects and services of this site.
NECROENEMATICA
Thirdly: Apart from my conceptual and speculative concerns about the uncharted and potentially hostile environments of a psychosphere in progress that is being uncritically constructed regardless of inter-dimensional, moral, and political hazards leading me to throw away my first modem. I had another reservation about all this. The way I.T. looked and worked. The depth of the experience in a sense. Here were all these fabulous minds, incredible technologies and visions but when I.T. all boiled down to I.T. what was being accessed remained flat, archival and sluggish.
THE UNIVERSE IS KIND.
There I am, walking along Avenue A in the East Village of New York, minding my own minding, when I hear a voice speak my name, as one does. I looked up. BLAM! Epiphany...Eric Swenson! He promised to send me copies of his CD-ROMs, which he did. I popped the CD ROM into my computer and was assaulted with a huge, obnoxious noise that I could not turn down. BLAM! He had my attention. I was blown away, and I.T. had nothing to do with expectation, or even content, or style. All of which we all know are arbitrary, contrary and subjective no matter how one camouflages I.T. and don't kid your SELF. No, what had happened was that someone had put onto a CD-ROM disc exactly the kind of instantaneous, provocative, NEW, power-full experience that affected eyes, ears and brain similtaneously that I had dreamed would be possible from the first momeant I was confronted with computer possibilities in California back in 1991.
(By the way, I absolutely recommend that any and all visitors purchase BLAM! #'s 1,2,and 3 as soon as possible.)
NOW! There was a chance to make the computer, and more importantly, the users of computers, sing for their data. NOW! I.T. was exciting again. Yippee! Needless to say, Eric Swenson was contacted and the "inevitable", that quality of popular culture that screams unnoticed to the commercial mainstream desparate for a novel voice, was exposed and initiated. Swensonia agreed to design and push to the limits the parameters, navigation and eventual interaction of the Next New Way On.
Please be patient, therefore. I.T. is intended that, as T.I.M.E. and income permit, this site will raise the ante on what any website can be in every possible and impossible sense. There will be linear areas, zones and rooms. Plenty of low band width to ensure maximum salacious reward for the greatest number.
However, as work progresses, and your support grows, new areas and zones will be opened up that operate under totally new agendas. The choices you make as to what you wish to view will affect the resulting status of your interaction. You might be ìforcedî to deal with future plans, although you are obsessed with a past project, or vice versa. You might discover an animated section once, that you can never go back to again. There will be wormholes, and mirrors, tricks and treats. Imagine, if you will, a digital snakes and ladders.
Not so long ago I was asked in an interview what point I felt popular culture was up to? After some thought I replied that how I.T. feltto my SELF was as though previously we had all been in the same theme park, or funfair, but we had all been trying out different rides, at different T.I.M.E.s, of varying extremity and effect. NOW! I.T. feels as though, finally, and fortunately, we all find ourselves strapped into cars on the same ride at the same T.I.M.E. and this newly designed mystery ride is just about to begin. None of us knows what the ride is, only that I.T. is a totally new adventure. But for the first T.I.M.E. ever, we will all encounter the thrills and fears in unison.
The Next New Way On seeks to reflect this observation. By making a metaphor real one becomes a Cultural Engineer. If you think I.T. wills to happen, I.T. is your responsibility to manifest.
YOUR NEW WAY ON NEEDS YOU.
As we mentioned before. The Next New Way On is being deconstructed by a loose knit, but motivated group of cultural "outlaws". The greater the number of vistors, and the more finance that is generated by selling the past to build a future, the more rapidly deeper and more challenging zones of the site can be generated. Please be aware that I.T. will take some T.I.M.E. to realise this particular dream.
You, the visitor can help NOW! You can make links from your sites to the Next- New-Way-On immediately. You can track back at regular intervals to mark our progress. You can favour our online store when you purchase limited editions, records, multiples, and unique expressions of our other projects.
Later on you can offer labour, software or hardware to accelerate uploading and expansion of zones of particular interest and/or access points to new transmedia environments. The best dream is a dream without limits, one that responds and mutates according to the needs of its peoples and the chaotic currents of an occultural society. So here I.T. is. The B-Earth of a New Way On. Not the only way on. But the Next New Way On that reflects and is inclusive of, our particular community of dissident watchers, commentators, visionaries, and alienated allegiances.
Welcome! To www. next-new-way-on.com
YOUR FIFTEEN MINUTES JUST BECAME ETERNITY!
Genesis P-Orridge - 13 June 1999.
Friday, October 30, 2009
The splinter test essay
Splinter test by Genesis P Orridge.
It can be said that sampling, looping and re-assembling both found materials, and site- specific sounds selected for precision ov relevance to thee message implications ov a piece ov musics, or a transmedia exploration, is an All-Chemical, even a Magickal phenomenon. No matter how short, or apparently unrecognisable a sample might be in linear TIME perception, it must, inevitably, contain within it, (and accessible through it) thee sum total ov absolutely everything its original context represented, communicated, or touched in any way. On top ov this it must implicitly also include thee sum total ov every individual in any way connected with its introduction and construction within thee original (host) culture, and every subsequent (mutated or engineered) culture it in any way, means or form, has contact with forever...(in past, present, future and quantum timezones).
"Any two particles that have once been in contact will continue to act as though they are informationally connected regardless of their seperation in space and time."- Bell's Theorem.
If we shatter, and scatter, a hologram, we will real-eyes that in each fragmeant, no matter how small, large, or irregular, we will see thee whole hologram. This is an incredibly significant phenomenon. If we take, for example, a SPLINTER of John Lennon, that splinter will in a very real manner contain within it everything that John Lennon ever experienced; every that John Lennon ever said, composed, wrote, drew, expressed; everyone that ever knew John Lennon and thee sum total ov all and any ov those interactions; everyone who ever heard, read, thought, saw, reacted to John Lennon or anything remotely connected with John Lennon; every past, present and/or future combination ov any or all ov the above.
All that encyclopaedic information - and the time travel connected with it through memory and through previous experience - goes with that one "splinter" of memory, and we should be very aware that it carries with it an infinite sequence of connections and progressions through time and space. As far as you may wish to go. We can all now maintain thee ability to assemble, via these "splinters", CLUSTERS of any era. These clusters are basically RE-MINDing. They are actually bypassing the usual consensus reality filters because they reside in an acceptable form ie: TV/film/musics/words) and travelling directly into "ahistorical" sections of thee brain, triggering all and every conscious and uncoscious reverberation to do with that one splinter hieroglyph.
WE NOW HAVE INFINITE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE AND ASSEMBLE, AND EVERYTHING WE ASSEMBLE IS A PORTRAIT OF WHAT WE KNOW OR WHAT WE VISUALISE BEING. SKILL FULL SPLINTERING CAN GENERATE MANIFESTATION: THIS IS THEE "SPLINTER TEST".
We are choosing splinters consciously and uncosnsciously to represent our own mimetic (DNA) patterns, our own cultural imprints and aspirations; we are in a truly Magickal sense INVOKING manifestations, perhaps even results, in order to confound and short-circuit our perceptions and reliance ov WHOLENESS.
Anything, in any medium imaginable, from any culture, which is in any way recorded and can in any possible way be played back is now accesible and infinitely malleable and usable to any artist. Everything is available, everything is free, everything is permitted.ASSEMBLY is thee invisible language ov our TIME. Infinite choices ov reality are thee gift ov software to our children.
It can be said that sampling, looping and re-assembling both found materials, and site- specific sounds selected for precision ov relevance to thee message implications ov a piece ov musics, or a transmedia exploration, is an All-Chemical, even a Magickal phenomenon. No matter how short, or apparently unrecognisable a sample might be in linear TIME perception, it must, inevitably, contain within it, (and accessible through it) thee sum total ov absolutely everything its original context represented, communicated, or touched in any way. On top ov this it must implicitly also include thee sum total ov every individual in any way connected with its introduction and construction within thee original (host) culture, and every subsequent (mutated or engineered) culture it in any way, means or form, has contact with forever...(in past, present, future and quantum timezones).
"Any two particles that have once been in contact will continue to act as though they are informationally connected regardless of their seperation in space and time."- Bell's Theorem.
If we shatter, and scatter, a hologram, we will real-eyes that in each fragmeant, no matter how small, large, or irregular, we will see thee whole hologram. This is an incredibly significant phenomenon. If we take, for example, a SPLINTER of John Lennon, that splinter will in a very real manner contain within it everything that John Lennon ever experienced; every that John Lennon ever said, composed, wrote, drew, expressed; everyone that ever knew John Lennon and thee sum total ov all and any ov those interactions; everyone who ever heard, read, thought, saw, reacted to John Lennon or anything remotely connected with John Lennon; every past, present and/or future combination ov any or all ov the above.
All that encyclopaedic information - and the time travel connected with it through memory and through previous experience - goes with that one "splinter" of memory, and we should be very aware that it carries with it an infinite sequence of connections and progressions through time and space. As far as you may wish to go. We can all now maintain thee ability to assemble, via these "splinters", CLUSTERS of any era. These clusters are basically RE-MINDing. They are actually bypassing the usual consensus reality filters because they reside in an acceptable form ie: TV/film/musics/words) and travelling directly into "ahistorical" sections of thee brain, triggering all and every conscious and uncoscious reverberation to do with that one splinter hieroglyph.
WE NOW HAVE INFINITE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE AND ASSEMBLE, AND EVERYTHING WE ASSEMBLE IS A PORTRAIT OF WHAT WE KNOW OR WHAT WE VISUALISE BEING. SKILL FULL SPLINTERING CAN GENERATE MANIFESTATION: THIS IS THEE "SPLINTER TEST".
We are choosing splinters consciously and uncosnsciously to represent our own mimetic (DNA) patterns, our own cultural imprints and aspirations; we are in a truly Magickal sense INVOKING manifestations, perhaps even results, in order to confound and short-circuit our perceptions and reliance ov WHOLENESS.
Anything, in any medium imaginable, from any culture, which is in any way recorded and can in any possible way be played back is now accesible and infinitely malleable and usable to any artist. Everything is available, everything is free, everything is permitted.ASSEMBLY is thee invisible language ov our TIME. Infinite choices ov reality are thee gift ov software to our children.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
"On the Way to the Garden" Essay 1993 Verbal Abuse issue #2
The original "on the way to the garden" essay by genesis, this material has found its way into some of his other works, appeared in online (only?)zine, Verbal Abuse issue #2
1.
Will Power Go?
World Preset Guardians
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
There is a specific clarity when Fire cleanses. A moment when it seems to
freeze. Every possible particle is motion rushing up or down? Naked and
blind upon a path of lies we enter the field; a dull agony of fear dilates
Time against the biological confusion.
Columns of fire, columns of lies, pillars of Solomon's Temple. Dilate the
pupils of the brain, a doorway opens to manifest leaving. A fire sale in
an inferno. One day a truth shall emerge however deeply we seek to avoid
it.
There is more than one Time. Limitations imposed by the passage of
inner-Time make it The Enemy. Possibilities exposed by outer-Time make it
a delusion of night.
Change thee way to perceive and change all Memory.
2.
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
"A Soul must lose its attachment to humanity.
A Mind must lose its attachment to salvation.
A Brain must lose its attachment to body."
In the retreat from matter, all realities are equal.
Now that interreality travel is possible we will become the very substance
of hallucination, and thus enter and leave at will the uncertain principle
of all realities, regardless of their location.
Those who build, assemble, ASSEMBLY is the invisible language of our TIME.
Brain and Neuro-Visual Matter are one, are the material of all that can be
seen, was ever seen, will be seen, in every place & in every time, forever.
Each brain is all realities, from mundane to omniscient.
Only alone may we breach the dark matter of lost memory and connect all
points of Light. For this we need a map of the stars, our superior will
electrifying a web that catches our Soul and emits eternal vision. The
visionary alone can be free, the blind masses seek to blind Him, put out
his eyes in their fearful progression to the desert of dark skies. The
blind may not lead the illuminated, rather they must be forced to surrender
all thought of vision to those who are their eyes and who
dream the most dangerous dreams of annihilation.
We control THINGS to eradicate them.
Nothing matters but the end of matter.
All must be controlled & destroyed that allow Blindness, all that breed
blindness, those who spawn the children of dark, must be buried in the
dark, cold dark crystals, in a desert of grains made without Light. Their
dark is a night-mare, a castrated black stallion trampling the prophet who
communes with the stars and reads the codes of electrical knowledge and
return. We are not from one star; but all stars are Our source. Every
story ever told resides in them.
Infinite choices of reality are the gift of software to our children.
We signal and are signaled. We hold aloft a torch of fire and pass our
hands across it. Visions, images, primal memories from this immeasurable
Brain fill us with transmitted Light, dancing dots and lines, an end to a
tyranny of language and a beginning of our return to the Garden. Solidity
is a perfection of Light; its prism, its manifestation, a hallucination of
evidence that Mind may reside within any reality.
An end of Time is just another way of saying the beginning of Immortality.
3.
Dreams are a coded material of eternity. We possess LIGHT through them.
"Those who accept LIGHT control mortality.
Those who control LIGHT control
immortality"
Space is our church, the stars our windows, our dreams navigate pathways.
Only an ancient map has been lost.
Our world's a dream, a miserable one. In our unfathomable ignorance we
call it the only reality, consensus reality, we assume that its events,
human events, human life, are implicitly of value. This buries us in a
quicksand of compassion.
Be subtle to the point of formlessness
Be mysterious to the point of soundlessness
Be extreme to the point of powerlessness
A Garden was destroyed by a Word, destroyed by Language, became the first
Memory. Time was set in motion at this point. The garden did not exist
within Time, or language, it was an exterior neural projection, a Cathedral
that worshipped its occupant, the Soul. Representing as it did the Mind at
Preset without Light, there was nothing to reflect, shape, or fix this
particular dream.
4.
We have formed sounds, made names, trapping matter with Language. We
perpetuate our tyranny and drown in a flood of speculation and false
communication. To be reborn, immortal, outside Time, we must look for ways
to transmit infinite alternate realities and choices of reality, to make
them as real, MORE REAL than any emasculating reductions that we inherit;
yet not be corrupted and trivialized by a belief in our singularity.
Nothing is real, everything must go. Every inherited construct, society,
techno-patriotic political system that trades off believing it exists, must
be destroyed as fast as possible, we must make space to be space, this is
the Cyber position.
The eradication of the tyrannical nuclear family, building block of the
prison walls for this imposed, humanitarian dust, that chokes and dulls the
masses reducing all to a worthless, Mind-less, dreamless fog.
Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the Mind.
Memories tell us one thing, every Thing must go.
Every Thing is a hallucination, made solid by mass belief.
Names are given in order to control. To reduce, to comprehend the forces
of nature, to demonstrate ownership. In this race to name the poor have
grown to be rich, and the rich have grown to be poor again. Know that to
re-enter immortality we must ourselves become unnameable, emptied of all
sense of being here.
Television is our new exterior brain, one day it will be a standard fitting
within every skull on earth, each brain an electronic star in a transmitted
milky way. Galaxies of dreams and information, people will become more
comfortable with televisual reality than that of their daily lives.
Television is already MORE REAL than life. A new synthetic material,
giving all people infinite access to infinite alternate realities through a
cortex of light. They will Program, shape, form, and broadcast messages,
until the very fabric of reality has been torn assunder, its cloak cast
down beneath. From this day forth, reality will be a multiple series of
channels, option switches feeding our brains.
"I lay in the desert, on my back, staring up at the stars. I could feel
millions of rays of light entering my body, one from each star, infinite
numbers, my cell walls broke down, my sense of bodily existence ended, I
was illumination, a 3D projection of cosmic light, I could see the ancient
shaman building sacred sites to fix their relationship with the stars, to
solidify their connections and effects. I remembered the thousands of Holy
Teachers, the idea of the Divine "spark", the descriptions of white light,
the myths and legends of our descent from the stars, I was not corporeal, I
was a mirage, sealed within an inherited apparently solid body by the
weight of History, by the weight of Fear and Guilt. I shimmered like a
ghost, ectoplasm, illusion, and all the puzzles I had heard in Japan, and
all the limited descriptions of limitless transcendent experiences made
sense. I knew I had to find some way to GO, to leave this sealed coffin
that is my body, to find an accelerator to project my brain, bypassing the
tedium of mechanistic evolution, into deepest omniversal space, into
immortality, and the very fabric of myth and heaven. I was everyone,
everything, and everything too was here to G.O. I understood my lifetime's
sense of disconnection / disorder was not a flaw, rather a wondrous gift
that described in a new way, the true nature of being that may be
experienced whilst trapped, mortal, and confused, here in this desert that
was at once a theatre of all possibilities, and an exit to all
impossibilities."
5.
Does MIND leave, or does Consciousness? What leaves, what stays behind as
we achieve immortality? BRAIN? If it is, as I suspect, the programmable
computer MIND that is the Key, what happens to Consciousness? Am I
mistaken, or will there be a Projection? I want to GO. This final puzzle
evades me.
- Genesis P. Orridge, 1993
1.
Will Power Go?
World Preset Guardians
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
There is a specific clarity when Fire cleanses. A moment when it seems to
freeze. Every possible particle is motion rushing up or down? Naked and
blind upon a path of lies we enter the field; a dull agony of fear dilates
Time against the biological confusion.
Columns of fire, columns of lies, pillars of Solomon's Temple. Dilate the
pupils of the brain, a doorway opens to manifest leaving. A fire sale in
an inferno. One day a truth shall emerge however deeply we seek to avoid
it.
There is more than one Time. Limitations imposed by the passage of
inner-Time make it The Enemy. Possibilities exposed by outer-Time make it
a delusion of night.
Change thee way to perceive and change all Memory.
2.
ON THE WAY TO THE GARDEN
"A Soul must lose its attachment to humanity.
A Mind must lose its attachment to salvation.
A Brain must lose its attachment to body."
In the retreat from matter, all realities are equal.
Now that interreality travel is possible we will become the very substance
of hallucination, and thus enter and leave at will the uncertain principle
of all realities, regardless of their location.
Those who build, assemble, ASSEMBLY is the invisible language of our TIME.
Brain and Neuro-Visual Matter are one, are the material of all that can be
seen, was ever seen, will be seen, in every place & in every time, forever.
Each brain is all realities, from mundane to omniscient.
Only alone may we breach the dark matter of lost memory and connect all
points of Light. For this we need a map of the stars, our superior will
electrifying a web that catches our Soul and emits eternal vision. The
visionary alone can be free, the blind masses seek to blind Him, put out
his eyes in their fearful progression to the desert of dark skies. The
blind may not lead the illuminated, rather they must be forced to surrender
all thought of vision to those who are their eyes and who
dream the most dangerous dreams of annihilation.
We control THINGS to eradicate them.
Nothing matters but the end of matter.
All must be controlled & destroyed that allow Blindness, all that breed
blindness, those who spawn the children of dark, must be buried in the
dark, cold dark crystals, in a desert of grains made without Light. Their
dark is a night-mare, a castrated black stallion trampling the prophet who
communes with the stars and reads the codes of electrical knowledge and
return. We are not from one star; but all stars are Our source. Every
story ever told resides in them.
Infinite choices of reality are the gift of software to our children.
We signal and are signaled. We hold aloft a torch of fire and pass our
hands across it. Visions, images, primal memories from this immeasurable
Brain fill us with transmitted Light, dancing dots and lines, an end to a
tyranny of language and a beginning of our return to the Garden. Solidity
is a perfection of Light; its prism, its manifestation, a hallucination of
evidence that Mind may reside within any reality.
An end of Time is just another way of saying the beginning of Immortality.
3.
Dreams are a coded material of eternity. We possess LIGHT through them.
"Those who accept LIGHT control mortality.
Those who control LIGHT control
immortality"
Space is our church, the stars our windows, our dreams navigate pathways.
Only an ancient map has been lost.
Our world's a dream, a miserable one. In our unfathomable ignorance we
call it the only reality, consensus reality, we assume that its events,
human events, human life, are implicitly of value. This buries us in a
quicksand of compassion.
Be subtle to the point of formlessness
Be mysterious to the point of soundlessness
Be extreme to the point of powerlessness
A Garden was destroyed by a Word, destroyed by Language, became the first
Memory. Time was set in motion at this point. The garden did not exist
within Time, or language, it was an exterior neural projection, a Cathedral
that worshipped its occupant, the Soul. Representing as it did the Mind at
Preset without Light, there was nothing to reflect, shape, or fix this
particular dream.
4.
We have formed sounds, made names, trapping matter with Language. We
perpetuate our tyranny and drown in a flood of speculation and false
communication. To be reborn, immortal, outside Time, we must look for ways
to transmit infinite alternate realities and choices of reality, to make
them as real, MORE REAL than any emasculating reductions that we inherit;
yet not be corrupted and trivialized by a belief in our singularity.
Nothing is real, everything must go. Every inherited construct, society,
techno-patriotic political system that trades off believing it exists, must
be destroyed as fast as possible, we must make space to be space, this is
the Cyber position.
The eradication of the tyrannical nuclear family, building block of the
prison walls for this imposed, humanitarian dust, that chokes and dulls the
masses reducing all to a worthless, Mind-less, dreamless fog.
Memory is a clock, the ageing mechanism of the Mind.
Memories tell us one thing, every Thing must go.
Every Thing is a hallucination, made solid by mass belief.
Names are given in order to control. To reduce, to comprehend the forces
of nature, to demonstrate ownership. In this race to name the poor have
grown to be rich, and the rich have grown to be poor again. Know that to
re-enter immortality we must ourselves become unnameable, emptied of all
sense of being here.
Television is our new exterior brain, one day it will be a standard fitting
within every skull on earth, each brain an electronic star in a transmitted
milky way. Galaxies of dreams and information, people will become more
comfortable with televisual reality than that of their daily lives.
Television is already MORE REAL than life. A new synthetic material,
giving all people infinite access to infinite alternate realities through a
cortex of light. They will Program, shape, form, and broadcast messages,
until the very fabric of reality has been torn assunder, its cloak cast
down beneath. From this day forth, reality will be a multiple series of
channels, option switches feeding our brains.
"I lay in the desert, on my back, staring up at the stars. I could feel
millions of rays of light entering my body, one from each star, infinite
numbers, my cell walls broke down, my sense of bodily existence ended, I
was illumination, a 3D projection of cosmic light, I could see the ancient
shaman building sacred sites to fix their relationship with the stars, to
solidify their connections and effects. I remembered the thousands of Holy
Teachers, the idea of the Divine "spark", the descriptions of white light,
the myths and legends of our descent from the stars, I was not corporeal, I
was a mirage, sealed within an inherited apparently solid body by the
weight of History, by the weight of Fear and Guilt. I shimmered like a
ghost, ectoplasm, illusion, and all the puzzles I had heard in Japan, and
all the limited descriptions of limitless transcendent experiences made
sense. I knew I had to find some way to GO, to leave this sealed coffin
that is my body, to find an accelerator to project my brain, bypassing the
tedium of mechanistic evolution, into deepest omniversal space, into
immortality, and the very fabric of myth and heaven. I was everyone,
everything, and everything too was here to G.O. I understood my lifetime's
sense of disconnection / disorder was not a flaw, rather a wondrous gift
that described in a new way, the true nature of being that may be
experienced whilst trapped, mortal, and confused, here in this desert that
was at once a theatre of all possibilities, and an exit to all
impossibilities."
5.
Does MIND leave, or does Consciousness? What leaves, what stays behind as
we achieve immortality? BRAIN? If it is, as I suspect, the programmable
computer MIND that is the Key, what happens to Consciousness? Am I
mistaken, or will there be a Projection? I want to GO. This final puzzle
evades me.
- Genesis P. Orridge, 1993
STATIONS OV THEE CROSS essay
STATIONS OV THEE CROSS
PTV are attempting to knit together thee fine lines ov shamanic initiation and voodoo invokation allegorically coded into western X-tian myth. TV itself becoums thee ceremony, thee language ov thee tribe. It becoums apparent that, cloaked in spurious messianic trivia, are ancient tantric rituals involving small death, limbo and resurrection that have now been literalised and usurped by a base language system named religion. Just as religion cloaks ancient knowledge and techniques, so Television cloaks its power to invoke thee lowest coumon denominator ov revelation. We see S&M sex as an imperfect butter inevitable outlet for instinctive drives for rites ov passage and initiation. We believe sexuality was always included in ancient mysteries and that Television is in itself a new secret language, thee language rooted in lighting, camera perfection, edits, so it remains hidden and emasculating. We intend to reinstate thee ability ov TV to empower and entrance thee viewer. To remove thee window and passibity, and re-enter thee world ov dreams beyond. We believe TV is a Modern alchemical weapon that can have a positive and cumulative effect upon Intuition. An image is NOT a product ov Nature, it is a word in a silent and invisible Language system. A projected word that has meaning. This projected image is a set ov scans (visible marks) with a particular shape that beoums meaningful only if they follow thee rules which apply to thee language. Normally these scans/marks have meaning only in thee accepted, socially agreed order, not in other permutations ov that order. If we change Individual image scans we get new meanings new reverberations ov this TV language system. Minute changes in thee ratio ov Sound/Image creates radical differences in perspective and emotional response. Thee focus ov retinal attention is crucial, hence our use ov neurophysiological theory in thee placing ov monitors etc... A single Image Scan becoums meaningful by following thee rules ov thee TV language system, and programmes take their meaning from their place within that system. Once we have learned and "normalised" a language, we tend to forget this, to suppose that meaning derives from its reference to THINGS in a Real World. Not so. TV images are not, in this sense, necessarily pictures ov reality, not doorways either. They are usually used as windows. PTV try to invest them with thee older tradition ov Thresholds.
A PTV Image Scan does not signify a general, accepted and fixed idea. It is allegorical, metaphorical, symbolical, and trivial simultaneously. Thee reverberation ov possibility is our goal. We feel that thee connection between image, form and object is arbitrary. PTV are not interested in formulating conventional programming, we are closer to sorcerers transmitting and receiving pagan invokations in order to SEE.
Thee process is thee product.
What a camera may record no longer represents reality, it is not objective. So thee Image Scan (Word) is essentially different from thee viewed thing itself. If you look at images long enough, they cease to exist as a visual message. They becoum electronic images in their own right and a new evaluation, rooted in thee unconscious develops. It is an old trance technique in almost all so-called "primitive" cultures. Thee intuition becoums master in a world ov no specific meaning. Thee place where all dreams meet. Thee rules ov coumbination are deliberately coumfounded in a linguistic, behavioural and linguistic permutation. By playing around with thee Language System rules or by deliberately contravening them, we thus generate a surplus ov meanings. All meanings are possible, butter their relationship with thee original, real situation becoums problematic.
We encourage thee viewer to search for shape in multi-linear layers ov response. When PTV use Image Scans, they mean what we, thee artists, meant as well. Thee one does not negate thee other, rather, this multiplicity IS thee invoking medium itself, rather than preconcieved notions ov a TV product. TV language becoums a public affair that nobody really controls. Yet our exposure to this language means we inhabit thee language as we would inhabit a place. We get trapped inside and in terms ov language.
The history ov an Image Scan can have a profound effect on it.
Not only do we inhabit TV Language, we also inherit it, and part ov our inheritance is thee dense and coumplex history ov assumptions, implications, prejudices and corruptions that derive form thee way TV has been used in thee past. This again mirrors to us thee oppressive nature ov all religion, and X-tianity in particular.
Thee parallel to established, acceptable religions, to S&M sexuality, to tribal rites ov passage, is clear and potent. If we remove thee tableau to reveal thee central keyu, thee storyboard becoums a Still Life, yet also a Real Life. A decoded allegory, a description by default ov thee actuality ov reinforcers in religion would have us surrender to.
Thee crystal itself, not thee refracted light.
-Genesis p-orridge
PTV are attempting to knit together thee fine lines ov shamanic initiation and voodoo invokation allegorically coded into western X-tian myth. TV itself becoums thee ceremony, thee language ov thee tribe. It becoums apparent that, cloaked in spurious messianic trivia, are ancient tantric rituals involving small death, limbo and resurrection that have now been literalised and usurped by a base language system named religion. Just as religion cloaks ancient knowledge and techniques, so Television cloaks its power to invoke thee lowest coumon denominator ov revelation. We see S&M sex as an imperfect butter inevitable outlet for instinctive drives for rites ov passage and initiation. We believe sexuality was always included in ancient mysteries and that Television is in itself a new secret language, thee language rooted in lighting, camera perfection, edits, so it remains hidden and emasculating. We intend to reinstate thee ability ov TV to empower and entrance thee viewer. To remove thee window and passibity, and re-enter thee world ov dreams beyond. We believe TV is a Modern alchemical weapon that can have a positive and cumulative effect upon Intuition. An image is NOT a product ov Nature, it is a word in a silent and invisible Language system. A projected word that has meaning. This projected image is a set ov scans (visible marks) with a particular shape that beoums meaningful only if they follow thee rules which apply to thee language. Normally these scans/marks have meaning only in thee accepted, socially agreed order, not in other permutations ov that order. If we change Individual image scans we get new meanings new reverberations ov this TV language system. Minute changes in thee ratio ov Sound/Image creates radical differences in perspective and emotional response. Thee focus ov retinal attention is crucial, hence our use ov neurophysiological theory in thee placing ov monitors etc... A single Image Scan becoums meaningful by following thee rules ov thee TV language system, and programmes take their meaning from their place within that system. Once we have learned and "normalised" a language, we tend to forget this, to suppose that meaning derives from its reference to THINGS in a Real World. Not so. TV images are not, in this sense, necessarily pictures ov reality, not doorways either. They are usually used as windows. PTV try to invest them with thee older tradition ov Thresholds.
A PTV Image Scan does not signify a general, accepted and fixed idea. It is allegorical, metaphorical, symbolical, and trivial simultaneously. Thee reverberation ov possibility is our goal. We feel that thee connection between image, form and object is arbitrary. PTV are not interested in formulating conventional programming, we are closer to sorcerers transmitting and receiving pagan invokations in order to SEE.
Thee process is thee product.
What a camera may record no longer represents reality, it is not objective. So thee Image Scan (Word) is essentially different from thee viewed thing itself. If you look at images long enough, they cease to exist as a visual message. They becoum electronic images in their own right and a new evaluation, rooted in thee unconscious develops. It is an old trance technique in almost all so-called "primitive" cultures. Thee intuition becoums master in a world ov no specific meaning. Thee place where all dreams meet. Thee rules ov coumbination are deliberately coumfounded in a linguistic, behavioural and linguistic permutation. By playing around with thee Language System rules or by deliberately contravening them, we thus generate a surplus ov meanings. All meanings are possible, butter their relationship with thee original, real situation becoums problematic.
We encourage thee viewer to search for shape in multi-linear layers ov response. When PTV use Image Scans, they mean what we, thee artists, meant as well. Thee one does not negate thee other, rather, this multiplicity IS thee invoking medium itself, rather than preconcieved notions ov a TV product. TV language becoums a public affair that nobody really controls. Yet our exposure to this language means we inhabit thee language as we would inhabit a place. We get trapped inside and in terms ov language.
The history ov an Image Scan can have a profound effect on it.
Not only do we inhabit TV Language, we also inherit it, and part ov our inheritance is thee dense and coumplex history ov assumptions, implications, prejudices and corruptions that derive form thee way TV has been used in thee past. This again mirrors to us thee oppressive nature ov all religion, and X-tianity in particular.
Thee parallel to established, acceptable religions, to S&M sexuality, to tribal rites ov passage, is clear and potent. If we remove thee tableau to reveal thee central keyu, thee storyboard becoums a Still Life, yet also a Real Life. A decoded allegory, a description by default ov thee actuality ov reinforcers in religion would have us surrender to.
Thee crystal itself, not thee refracted light.
-Genesis p-orridge
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