Author: flyagaric23

  • Cosmic Trigger, steve fly agaric 23 and acrillic figa

    Hi,
    In 2009 Eric Wagner crafted an stimulating on-line class, hosted by the Maybe Logic Academy and titled ‘Chapel Perilous’ The class was based around the book ‘Cosmic Trigger’ by Robert Anton Wilson, and during the class i contributed a number of posts and items. One of which i will reproduce here for the purpose of describing my own cosmic coincidences when encountering this text. Enjoy.

    Steve Fly
    Cosmic Trigger Play: Musical Director

     

    Cosmic Trigger, fly agaric 23 and acrillic figa. (01/01/10)
    The DJ fly agaric 23 thinks a new extended introduction, describing just a small fraction, a tiny part  concerning the incalculable influence that the 1977 book – Cosmic Trigger by Robert Anton Wilson – has been on him, and, the writer thinks it would be a great chance to share some of his experiences since reading Cosmic Trigger and journeying into Chapel Perilous (USA), to discover the Author of the book – such was the impact the DJ felt that the work was having on his life and those around him – what the researcher discovered there, in the new world led him here today! Trying to figure out why page 109 of the book Email to the Universe requires two entire years of study….
    In retrospect the sceptic seems humble and reserved, the Pratt feel slightly naive and somewhat foolish re-telling the tales as they happened, due to them happening, in some sense to DJ Fly agaric 23 – an avatar and aka the DJ manifested, with some help from a drunk or two, in his local community when he first created an avatar for the new internet email explosion – F.A 23 was the perfect being to work with. DJ fly wanted to spread some of the ideas he discovered in Cosmic Trigger to his friends and his family, as he felt the wisdom to be so profound, “right-on dude” and optimistic for a blossoming post-millennium future for humanity. How can thw world awake to language and reality without Dr. Wilson’s great wisdom and healing knowledge perpetuated throughout the worlds culture. Fly made this a part of his brand. The DJ was in his early 20s and as the writer mentioned – very naive – but this foolishness led the DJ to try new things, read more books and journals to find out for himself if this stuff he was spouting as second-hand wisdom snippets and bites of RAW had a relationship to DJ culture, acid jazz, hip hop and graffiti art? The inquisitive DJ wanted to sample soundbites of RAW and perpetuate that wisdom into the dancefloors and raves he was a part of locally (Stourbridge, Birmingham, Wolverhampton, Dudley) around 1996-2000.
    Millennium trip to Mordor.
    Triggered by a house fire four six before new years day, the 23 year old DJ fly agaric 23 felt like a great adventure, and doing something heroic, something nobody he knew had ever done, and something he decided to do all by himself, for once – take a trip to the Prophets Conference Santa Fe to witness the author of Cosmic Trigger give a lecture titled “The Universe contains a maybe” and check to see if he was what he wrote about he was, the event was synchronisticali’ taking place on the DJ’s 24th Birthday (15/04) so fly figured he should go to see Dr. Wilson on the last day of his twenty third year as the Prattfool. The DJ’s turntables were sold, the tickets were booked, Terence Mckenna passed on (4th Aprill 6000 AL,) and the intrepid dj fly agaric flew to NYC, greyhounded to Santa Fe, smoked a bowl, met two RAW heads from New Orleans who weirdly also shared the 15th of April with the fly agaric as the day they were born out from the mothers womb, wow, the student of RAW synchronicity said to himself, the two brothers of mine were also smokers and had books by Dr. John Lilly that they were speaking highly of to the intrepid tripper.
    Reasonably stoned, and tucked away at the back right had side of the James L. Little Theatre – Santa Fe – the fly agaric 23 sat awaiting the Dr…. suddenly bamboozulu’d by news that Dr. Wilson will NOT be appearing at the conference due to illness! But before he could lift a hand to his mouth in astonishment – everyone – in the theatre, comprising over 500 or so unknown American souls, looked at fly agaric 23 and applauded due to an announcement made to them highlighting my long distance travel from Birmingham; England. 
    The Pratt felt a fool, but humanity and strange forces reached out and influenced the 24 year old young man to continue up the west coast of America – on an adventure into the unknown territory of the DJ’s rave-trip-paradise – the bay area, San Francisco, Oakland and Berkeley, and the journeyman spent the next two months in the Bay Area, California – wondering through an utterly unbelievable universe inhabited by critters from out of Cosmic Trigger, no, i mean some of the real human beings RAW was writing with and about roughly 25 years ago and more in Cosmic Trigger! 
    The most relative part of my first 2 months living in the Bay Area, Berkeley in fact, just off of Telegraph Avenue (a location mentioned in the Sufi-clown tale from Cosmic Trigger), seems to the researcher looking into Chapel Perilous to be – the interview with physicist Saul Paul Sirag, which took place in the kitchen of Dr. Jack Sarfatti, 27th MAY 2000 E.V – Nine years ago (2009). The interview was captured onto a mini-disc, and lay unheard of, or translated for seven years until the DJ  managed to find and translate the wonderfully erudite wisdom of Saul Paul Sirag. Here is part of that days recording, and a little insight into what the Pratt was also thinking of, with the questions concerning superstring theory, cabbala and Dr. Wilson.
    Guilding the Lilly
    The volunteer was invited to a week long symposium honouring the life and work of Dr. John Lilly, where he met and exchanged some very brief ideas with Saul Paul, Brian Wallace, Jack Sarfatti, Kurt Von Meir, Jean Millay, Captain Clearlight, Faustin Brey, Creon Levitt, Amanita Von Meir, and Dr. John Lilly himself – but not more than five words of thanks and greetings, and a signed book – the Dyadic Cyclone. The stunned DJ fly agaric 23 floated for the first time in a Samahadi tank only 20 ft. From the inventor himself. The DJ met other DJ’s, volunteers, beautiful minds, techies’, sound editors and engineers. The editor would like to add that he was a part of a mediation, visualization experiment conducted by Jean Millay, including Saul Paul Sirag, John Lilly and others at the symposium, and the impressions the DJ received were unmistakable and were reported back to Jean “ I saw a group of lizards wearing what appeared to be yellow swimming hats” 
    The DJ found a little more volunteer work at another conference, this time in the Presidio – Planetworkers 2000 A.D – featuring a transcending disembodied Terence Mckenna, Bruce Sterling, Mark Pesce, Peter Russel… and hundreds of information technology meets global ecology masterminds and think tanks meeting to headline the new GREEN revolution in sustainable and alternative, and energy and ideas – the best most mind blowing ideas the DJ had ever heard of, mixed up with DJ Vaja, David Rothenberg and Kai Eckhardt and others contributing music to the conference, encouraging dancing and inter-comingling, yeah the DJ thought, breakbeats and green-beats, global ecology and information technology, the Pratt thought… an intelligent businessman might put some investment into some of these ideas back in Dudley, maybe that would help the poor fuckers back home who have no idea of the possibilities and wonderful new technologies that await us all, all humanity, now, and the skeptic added – NOW – we need to invest now. The writer looks back in astonishment at the amount of criss-crossed material oozing out of Cosmic Trigger into the conferences as seen through the eye of the man with the movie camera working – as a volunteer for Soundphotosynthchess. The metaprogrammer was beginning to wonder what he had invoked over the last three years before coming to America.
    The DJ attended the Howeird 420 street fair, the Terence Mckenna Wake at 1015 Folsom st. And met Dennis Mckenna, and rubbed dance shoes with Erik Davis, Dusty, Mark Pesce, hippies, freaks, scientists, and crystal shrines in memory of the great Terence – whom the DJ dedicated a DJ-mix to 6 days before he left England called “RA HOTEP RECONFRENCE” audio-parts of which are available – with another brief telling of this tale –  at the maybelogic quarterly network. The Fly was smoking bowls, talking about RAW material, entertaining wonderful beautiful people, and couch-surfing upon the crest of good heartedness of Bay Area folk, the half-irish blooded Englishman often felt like a very special human being, treated kindly and with an instant loving warmth and friendship than he was used to from strangers, especially strangers in another strange country so far away from home. 
    The 4 and 20 year old cosmic kid went flying back to lime land with a hell of a story, and also news about internet and stuff and things, hard to put into words, – remember the internet? – well the skeptic heard conversations about wireless-power, dude, and the weed will bake your ideas perfect, thought the dealer. Some of his friends listened for a few hours, but then, the DJ thinks – not having read Cosmic Trigger – how could these tales bear much significance to them? after a while the tourist realized he had better learn to write again, at least if he was to present his travel tales and experiences to the people he most loved and cared for, humanity as a whole, his family and his friends, in a way which they might take seriously, or at least my effort to communicate in a neutral way –  seriously.  
    RAW Springs 2000 A.D.
    Although the dedicated illuminati journalist had failed to see Dr. Wilson in the flesh, the journey had inspired many remarkable meetings with remarkable men and women, an interview, some gigs – as DJ Fly agaric 23, and some links with like minded people on the other side of the Atlantic ocean to which the Pratt was born. Even in 2000 A.D the fool had not yet read the entire Illuminatus Trilogy only part I in awkward situations. The independent researcher felt mostly ignored, which he has come to expect now – by most of those people in his community and the greater external government  who happen to be ignoring what RAW has written, and going so far as to act upon it, as fly agaric 23 has done. Here the tale turns really wild and fanciful beyond the DJ’s headonistic dreams.
    Having helped a painter – a little bit – by setting up his second Graffiti art exhibition in Birmingham, recording new material with his classically trained – Saurang player – Surrinder, and pressing up 200 limited edition 10” vinyl records, using a Princes Trust business grant of 200 Pounds, that was intended to show, after time, the good sense and predictive ability of the business idea and then maybe land some doe to maybe buy some real equipment and make better recordings and manufacture more records, start a record label? This was the lifelong goal of the DJ, the writer thinks. And reading more and more literature on Lilly, Post Quantum Physics, Alan Watts, Saul Paul Sirag, Erik Davis, Hakim Bey and more he still has visions of the DJ vinyl tool he dreamed of…
    One day around October 2000 E.V – the DJ guesstimates – he received an email from the Prophets Conference that said words to the effect of: Get yourself to the Prophets Conference Palm Springs, and get your own lodging and you can be the volunteer P.C helper who assists Dr. Robert Anton Wilson about the conference in his wheel-chair.
    The magician left the library – where he checked his email – and his only steady link with the Cosmic Trigger worlds out there, since getting back from the dreamspace – in a state of high high beyond description. The DJ’s ego had been inflated to the size of a planet – it was true – the magic works, the journey has just begun, the proto-novelist thought – and on the 15th December the independent journalist flew to Chicago, heard John Coltrane in the airport, and connected to Palm Springs airport and literally walked out the airport door with a bag of vinyl records, some cloths and a small box of magic mushrooms hand picked that year from Wychbury Hill, near Stourbridge where the Pratt grew up (Dr. Wilson very politely refused the mushrooms when the Pratt offered them to him in his room two days later) The DJ found a cheap room at 35 Dollars a night, but with only 150 on me person, times were already tight, which leads me to a dinner tale spent with uncle Bob the Pratt shall never forget.
    On the night before RAW’s lecture cunningly titled “The Universe contains a maybe” me and BOB had dinner together at the hotel restaurant – the helper recalls that Bob had crab cakes for starters and a dish called “Snakes in the grass” for his main course. The mood was fine and respectful until the Pratt decided to throw a question concerning some neurotic detail about pancakes or my musical ideas – oh lord. The kicker came when it emerged, after i had left after desert to go to my dish-washing PAID job at the rather quaint Cheecky Monkey Pub, in Palm Springs – so as to be able to stay another two nights, but due to my ignorance the Pratt had left Dr. Wilson with the Bill (which the DJ assumed was on the house, conference tab) and also, though, the task of getting himself back to his room – he of course did not mention this to me as i was leaving and assured me he would make it back in fine form. The writer and independent journalist regrets leaving Dr. Wilson that evening, and will never forget the feeling of every glass, dish, cup and saucer washed that evening, and the next day…     
    A Manhattan with lunch
     The following day included another early lunch with the genius duo of Paul Krassner and his wife Nancy, together we dined and the researcher mostly listened – to incredible dialogue; perpetual jokes and cutting critique upon new age psychobabble. Nancy snapped the now legendary picture of RAW holding up the Manhatten that he had with his lunch, and also a picture of me and RAW together, one of only a few rare pictures of my times in the USA, not having a Digital or other camera most of the time. RAW even had time for an interview with a TV news crew, in which he spiced up the language with his freshly loosened Tongue Fu, warmed up by lunch with Paul. 
    The stoner often wishes he could remember more of what was said that day, the DJ recoded in Bob’s room with permission, but the reporter does recall that Bob repeated his optimism and interest in getting third-world countries on-line, connected through internet.
    Some other Rascals speaking at the Confernece were Steven Greer, Jean Houston, Greg Braden, Edgar Mitchell, and others i forget… but for me RAW clinched the show when launching into the hilarious KING KONG outburst during a panel Q & A session concerning Annunuki E.T.’s.  The journalist did get his private interview with Robert Anton Wilson, in his room on that same evening, and stoned, the Pratt talked mostly of pancakes which RAW expertly turned into koans before my ears. We were interrupted only by the kindred folks from Disinformation.com – Richard Metzger, Brian Jones and another Brian who’s name i forget – and they pulled out the 2000 A.D Cannabis Cup winning Sativa called Williams Wonder – and we all smoked a pipe and once again, the writer wishes he had a better faculty for remembering times such as these. Maybe in the future it will come, but for now i have the transcript of that short interview between us – at the Prophets Con. 2000 A.D.
    DJ Fly to San Francisco
    The DJ left Palm Springs with friends the reporter met in San Francisco, who, were also at the P. Conference – with a keen interest in Steven Greer and the Disclosure project. I spent New Years eve on the back of the Vallejo houseboat (where Kerouac once lived) while tripping acid with a strangely small crowd – and listening to the track “How to disappear completely” by Radiohead on repeat all of that morning. Entering into 2001 – the DJ felt as if the world was opening beneath his feet, he was on RAW’s email list, living in San Francisco and had a new job at a record label called Cosmic Flux – situated on Haight and Fillmore street S.F. and was in love with a Nepali poet and translator, the writer would like to add. 
    The DJ was also playing live shows with some of the best jazz funk and world music – musicians in the world, Kai Eckhardt (bs) Alan Hertz (drs) Fareed Haque (gtr) Tal Morris (Gtr) Liam Hanrahan (bs) Gregory James (gtr) Eric Levy (kys) Ray White (vcl) and many others over the course of the next 5 years, but the band Garaj Mahal and Kai Eckhardt were the heart of the fantastic opportunity t musically express some of the experiences the DJ was having in America, with other musical artists who had between them played with such greats as Dizzy Gillespie, Frank Zappa, John McLaughlin, Chick Corea, Billy Cobham, Nigel Kennedy.
    DJ fly was invited, and sometimes paid to contribute sounds, soundbites and turntablism to the Garaj  Mahal performances and the first 2 studio albums. (Mondo Garaj 2001 and Blueberry Cave 2005 Harmonized Records). The cosmic theme continues with the tune “Cosmic Elevator” taken from the Blueberry Cave album. The DJ only  wd/ also like to add that he once jammed with Paul Godwin and Kai Eckhardt, only to discover Paul has an electronic project called simply – DOGON! 
    2001 somebody tried to blow up America, who?
    The DJ turned 25 years old in San Francisco  – 2001 – and saw RAW twice more giving lectures at “Pantheon Con 2001” and “The learning Annex, in a class on writing science fiction” which the technician helped video record for Soundphotosynthesis, but alas does not have a copy of… The researcher flew home August 2001, to link with his family and friends and pass on more of the wonderful discoveries the investigative journalist had made and some artefacts the prover’ could manifest as proof. Some audio tapes and video’s, contact cards, flyers and CD’s of musicians, artists, physicists, poets and lovers the swimmer had met on his journey into Chapel Perilous, information technologists and global ecologists, virtuoso musicians, and to top it all an interview with Dr. Wilson himself, the unified field of humanitarian intelligence pulling all the other material together – being the magnet that pulled me into the Chapel, and also the guide by which the writer figured he would have to study so as to report back the information gathered in a humanitarian language, without bias, and rid of unnecessary words devoid of meaning, to condense, simplify and balance. 
    By September 10th 2001 the DJ felt ready to launch a revolution in the minds of the European people, to his tiny mind he imagined a new bridge between artists, writers, poets, painters, designers, philosophers, physicists, anthropologists, neuro-scientists, musicians – all getting together to launch the 21st century based upon the emerging free spirit of communication using internet and growing individual communications devices – how could they stop the millions of people around the world bringing the spirit of new community and a new  electronic world to every-people by sharing information and  investing in art and ecology furnished businesses – generally moving away from the private financial interests driving the emerging electronic culture and economy? What could they do the poet thought, while writing about, among other things – an Israli Suicide bomber, on the evening of September 10th 2001. 
    The cynical DJ watched his dreams and ambitions fall down that day, and for weeks afterwards wondered what the hell he was goning to do now, now the Bush administration had struck off a new war on terrorism surely the revolution i imagined would get disrupted, somewhat pulled into the mayhem and chaos of bodies, wires, and cement that highlighted the descent into Bush 2.0 republicanism and patriotic CIA Nazi US foreign policy at its most virulent, and more worryingly with a total and unwavering support by the British government and culture – rejecting the 10’s of millions of people opposed to the invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq as a minority report. 
    The skeptic and conspiricist were both shocked by operation shock and awe – which saw a new global force taking on roughly 2 billion people in the Islamic world with the worst kind of worded religiously motivated military crusade against the sacred centres of the middle East imaginable, Neither side or national leaders looked like they could be trusted to the researcher, Saddam Hussain, George Bush, Osama Bin Laden and Tony Blair seemed all equally stupid, malicious, dangerous and untrustworthy. Voices started to say to the DJ, come on now, you have been in training to make sense of these kinds of disinformation programs, do it, do the work and sideline the music, become the independent journalist once more, pursue the greatest conspiracy of the 21stcentury (The Bush 2.0 administration) and get back into the work, your country and family and community needs you to do this, go, go and find out what the hell is going on. You may never get this chance again.
    Four more years
    Switching gears again the 25 year old investigative DJ flew back to San Francisco, with roughly 50 pounds and another bag of 12” records, and managed to stay in the U.S under the radar, without the proper papers for four long years, way into the  next criminal BUSH era – post November 2004 – another depressing blow to the optimists vision of America, Europe and the rest of the world returning to  the states of relationships in 1999, just before the new wars and the new banking crash and the uprising of surveillance culture en masse crawled out into the world’s streets and neighbourhoods where good people were assaulted and abducted by religious ideology and viral marketing ploys and gimmicks combined to form the war on some terror.
    During the 5 years spent in the United States of America, the – DJ/writer/swimmer – came into orbit with many remarkable people, and the maybelogician has Dr. Robert Anton Wilson and the book Cosmic Trigger to thank/blame for initiating this journey into Chapel Perilous and out again – into Chapel Penniless – and out again, in, out, in, out of various Challenging environments – a labyrinth of experiences – and thousands of synchronicities and seemingly fortunate incidents – the reach of the RAW net…. the non-simultaneously interacting universe of connectivity, communication and hilaritas engine – thought the Pratt.  The egoist wanted to just list some of the people he learned from, and communicated with while in the USA, in no particular order:

    Michael Bowen (painter) Alexander and Sasha Shulgin (pharmacologists), Henry Dakin (philanthropist), Brian Wallace (Musician), George Brooks (musician), Bob Weir (musician), Joe Firmage (scientist, entrapeneur), Buzzy Lindheart (musician), Abigail Lewis (researcher), Tsering Maya (Artist, writer), Carlos Washington (musician), Brian Jordan (musician), Bob Tesch (researcher), Sameer Gupta (Musician), Creon Levitt (scientist), David Ulansey (Philosopher), Jack Sarfatti (physicist), Saul Paul Sirag (physicist), Jack Perla (musician), Fire and Earth Errowid (pharmacologists), Fareed Haque (musican), Dennis Mckenna (pharmacologist), Kai Eckhardt (musician), Benny Reitveld (musician), Herbie Lewis (Musician), Bernie Worrell (Musician), Nicki Skully (Esotericist), Dava  (musician, Artist) James and Sally Redfield (writers), Jim Wilson (Musician), Paul Krassner (Philosopher, Comedian), Robert Anton Wilson (Scientific Philosopher), Cody and Robin Johnson (Reasearchers), Mark Pesce (Technologist), Erik Davis (Writer, teacher) R.U. Sirius (writer), Kurt Von Meir (scientist), Captain Clearlight (pharmacologist), John Babcock (Toxicologist), One Wolf (Shaman), Mike Crowley (Scientist),  Zakkir Hussain (Musician), Dave Holland (Musician), Jerry Goodman (Musician),  Chet Helms (Concert promoter), John Lilly (Scientist), Ray White (Musician), Mountain Girl (Philanthropist), Bobby Vega (Musician), Tom Waits (Musician), Luke Vibert, DJ Logic, Q-Bert, Kid Koala (DJ’s) Jean Millay (scientist), David Boyce (Musician), Micheal Franti (Musician), Gregory James (Musician), and many more the DJ has forgot… the thousands of freaks who came out to support our shows across the U.S.A and all critters the writer has come to know and collaborate with at the marvellous Maybelogic Academy. Cosmic Trigger seems responsible for initiating this entire journey, and for that spark of inspiration the fool will be forever indebted to said book and author – Dr. Robert Anton Wilson. The fly was hooked, line and sinker and has been digesting – ever since returning from the U.S.A, processing the wonderfully strange meetings he had and re-presenting the out-of-this-world experiences.
    Cosmic Trigger 2009 redux.
    The writer started again in England, back home in Stourbridge, started building a basis for communicating this massive reality labyrinth connected with Dr. Wilson, and soon found the challenges tougher than he first thought, having booked the local town hall for the European premier of Maybelogic: The lives and ideas of Robert Anton Wilson – confident all his friends would come out and support him plus others eager to find out the final secret of the Illuminati! The Pratt’s optimism got the better of him, and the show had to be cancelled and moved to a local pub called “The Birch Tree”, here the DJ felt comfortable and liked the Birch – fly agaric symbolism, and so for 20 Pounds the DJ launched maybelogic – the movie – in great Britain, on the 21stDecember 2005. Unfortunately only 3 people watched the movie, two of them already at the pub who seemed interested in the DJ setting up turntables next to an apple laptop for the – after party – which got cooking after we smoked some joints outside and got a few pints of bitter into the DJ engine room.
    Woodstock Europa
    After the movie launch in the Black Country, the DJ met with Lance in London during the audio recordings of Illuminatus Trilogy, and continued work on his first book – of collected writings from the U.S.A and some new work from England titled World Piss: The spore of the woids. (due for a summer 2009 edit) The drummer had a small collection for Pope Bob and was joined by his friend Emily on bass, in his home town centre of Stourbridge, jamming for money to help Bob pay his medical bills, having raised only about 8 Pounds, the unemployed DJ, who was living at his mum and dad’s house – went down to the local pub and continued the drumming and prayer in hope that somehow, the vibrations wd/ reach Bob and help to heal him. 
    Bob passed on the 11th of January 1/11 and the stoner didn’t get the news until the 12th of January (incidentally the day that Alice Coltrane passed over), and quickly started planning a local event to pay tribute to Dr. Robert Anton Wilson, and once more launch the memes into the environment the best and only way the DJ, drummer knew. The day of the Stourbridge tribute to Bob was a mixed success, once again a low turn out led to a lack of interest in the movie playing, the music and the CD’s i had produced with texts and  images as a homage to Bob. Still, those who were there had a fun time, in the skatepark, and the DJ managed to video record some of the event. This event took place on the same day as the London RAW memorial, keeping the Midlands and the North represented, somewhat. The writer also set up a myspace Rawmemorial website, which links up various raw memorial events and footage
    Coldcut and Alan Moore tribute to RAW   
    The DJ’s ego was inflated to the size of a Zeppelin when he heard Matt Black of Coldcut giving him props for helping to put the Coldcut Raw memorial event together, in the small but important capacity of encouraging Ninjatune and Coldcut to link maybelogic, and through the DVD movie Maybelogic, I managed to make a small part of a dream of mine come true, to be a part of a collaboration between Robert Anton Wilson and Ninjatune (in 1999 both of these were the DJ’s favourite things); the movie was released July 23rd2003 – and the associate producer travelled from New Orleans (11thJuly – 23rd) with his friend Ben all the way to Santa Cruz for the premier, the last time i ever saw Bob, in classic fashion getting into a jaguar and speeding off from the theatre, we were outside smoking and met him briefly upon his leaving… The scene actually reminds the DJ of the short video released of Dr. Wilson leaving in a car – shortly after he passed.
    In March 2007 Coldcut and Mixmaster Morris were to produce a giant, experimental multimedia celebration of Bob, including Bill Drummond, Alan Moore, and once again, the genius of Ken Campbell, in a full blown 2 and a half hour tribute. Many from the MLA and the unemployed DJ were present and were all thrilled by the performance featuring a 20 ft. Talking Bob head, manipulated by VJ DJ manipulations accompanied by a phalanx of ambient sounds-escape, soothing beats and intelligence lounge-core. The DJ was impressed and knocked out, in particular by Alan Moores’ poem for BOB, the ginni was on the loose. The DJ attempted to promote the video of the extravaganza with mixed success, eventually finding a web-host after a long drawn out process, but the DVD project still lingers in the air…The DJ still has incredible dreams about putting it all together.
    The day after the London Coldcut memorial the DJ flew to Amsterdam, to meet with the band Galactic who were performing at the great Melkweg’ – musicians he knew from New Orleans, and after only a week living in Amsterdam the DJ had landed a job as a dishwasher at n Irish themed pub, which allowed him to stay a little longer, rent an apartment and build up a better resume’ 2 and a half years later the DJ/drummer is still in Amsterdam, studying…working on some ambitious projects, the long poem: “Shannanigums Wave” and experimental game-novel-screenplay: “OUR HISTORIES BACK” Both experiments of lifting the “The Tale of the Tribe” into a new creative arena and creating a new framework to explore some of the Idea’s and clue’s Dr. Wilson left us to chew over for the next 1000 years…
    Steven (Fly Agaric) Pratt. (01/01/10) 

  • Please listen and share my album together with John Sinclair: Mohawk.

    https://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/album=2936016367/size=large/bgcol=ffffff/linkcol=0687f5/tracklist=false/transparent=true/

    John Sinclair – “Mohawk” cd
    Released Monday 24th March 2014 by Iron Man Records

    Big Chief: Getting High With John Sinclair And The Fly

    by Steven James Pratt et al.

    Link: http://a.co/czUbrSA

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  • Pull the Cosmic Trigger. Pull It. Pull It.

    Matt Black – Cosmic Trigger crowdcapering appeal by Complexity Productions

    Jim Broadbent – Cosmic Trigger crowdcapering appeal by Complexity Productions Douglas Rushkoff – Cosmic Trigger crowdcapering appeal by Complexity Productions The Cosmic Trigger Play – A taste of Alan Moore by Complexity Productions Cosmic Trigger Play Indigogo Crowdfund https://www.indiegogo.com/project/cosmic-trigger-play/embedded

  • Press play. Go. Pull it. The Cosmic Trigger Play.

    http://cosmictriggerplay.com/

    Daisy Eris Campbell and a merry band of Discordians (including Steve Fly) are on a mission to stage Robert Anton Wilson’s auto-biographical musings “Cosmic Trigger” as an original theatre production.

  • W.B Yeats and tinctures within tales

    A smidge of insight into W. B Yeats, and a part of his work which resonates with the other great thinkers from  the tale of the tribe. Here we can imagine both taoism and quantum mechanics entangled with the tinctures in Robert Anton Wilson’s Kitchen.
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    Yeats states that the ‘whole system is founded upon the belief that the ultimate reality, symbolised as the Sphere, falls in human consciousness, as Nicholas of Cusa was the first to demonstrate, into a series of antinomies’ (AV B 187) and refers later to ‘a phaseless sphere that becomes phasal in our thought, Nicholas of Cusa’s undivided reality which human experience divides into opposites’ (AV B 247). Elsewhere Yeats refers to the ‘antinomy of the One and the Many that Plato thought in hisParmenides insoluble’ (VPl 935), and he preserves this Platonic opposition in his duality, though expanding it by association to include, the objective and the subjective, Love and Strife or Concord and Discord, the Solar and the Lunar, and asserts the constant conflict of the two opposites. —http://www.yeatsvision.com/Tinctures.html#Prim

  • Ed Sanders: FUG YOU

    Ed Sanders, author of “Fug You: An Informal History of the Peace Eye Bookstore, the Fuck You Press, the Fugs, and Counterculture in the Lower East Side” (Da Capo Press) reading at St Marks Bookshop NYC on May 28 2012.

    http://www.stmarksbookshop.com/event/…
    http://www.carahoffman.com
    http://www.elizabethhand.com/

  • Multi Model Agnostic Geometry: MMAG by Steve Fly Agaric 23

    His philosophy was one of multiple model agnosticism – not just simply about the existence of God but agnosticism about everything. With MMA, there is no point getting hung up on the models themselves because that’s all they are – models.—John Higgs, KLF. pg. 258.

     

    Multi Model Agnostic Geometry.

    by Steven James Pratt

    Flyting: Selected Writings

    by Steven James Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/f5pSkqP


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  • Victorian Occultism and the Art of Synesthesia

    “I have always considered myself a voice of what I believe to be a greater renaissance — the revolt of the soul against the intellect — now beginning in the world,” wrote William Butler Yeats to his mentor, the Irish nationalist John O’Leary, in 1892. Yeats believed that magic was central not only to his art, but to a dawning epoch when spirituality and technology would march together toward an uncertain future. – See more at: http://publicdomainreview.org/2014/03/19/victorian-occultism-and-the-art-of-synesthesia/#sthash.cxAVF4cN.dpuf

  • The Dam conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy

    The Dam conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy

    The Dam conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy

    “what the thinker thinks, the prover proves”—recurring theme in the book Prometheus Rising, by Robert Anton Wilson.

    Everything seems connected. Some things seem more interconnected than others. Networks connect. New information travels fast. Novelty powers the meme-space race. Reality, from the whole tribes perspective, maybe only what trends on twitter when the question is asked. Its as if relativity is getting more relative, to paraphrase a saying, while the exponential information explosion ripples ever outward, or inward, pulsing, simultaneously. Pull and push.

    Dam Conspiracy everywhere! but which ones are worth the time and effort pursuing, if any? And to what end? Do you really hope to piece it all together, create the one singular, most probable scenario universe to one particular space-time event? Or is this an exorcise in information warfare, defense in the art of ratting out the fake and untruths from the real and true. Good luck with that. Perhaps simply thinking in probabilities takes us much closer to the truth?

    In my estimation, the whole purpose of The Illuinatus Trilogy, and the collected works of RAW are to force one to think, to decide for yourself what is real, what is put on, what is mostly put on and a little bit real, and/or mostly real with a little bit of put on. Reality is both what YOU make it, but also how those around you perceive it in the ideaspaces we share. This is not to deny that things happen as we perceive them, that would be falling into solipsism, that I aim to avoid like the void. 

    “whatever you say it is, it isn’t”—Alfred Korzybski

    The conspiracy, in one sense, is that our brains, and our hearts and senses all seem to push toward making meaning and truth, and beauty for that matter, out of the signals we receive. What these signals are, how they came to be what they are, and why we put them into patterns and recognizable forms, symbol systems, pictures, song, remains as much a mystery as proposing what is outside the limits of the inflating universe. 
    My purpose for writing this is not to put down conspiracy research, or theories, or individuals who propose them, but simply to try and reinforce what RAW says so much better than anybody else I have known, read or heard tales about:

    “According to Alfred Korzybski, any “idea” or mental state is a brain circuit which the brain itself can contemplate, thereby having an idea about the idea, or a mental state about the mental state, etc. There is no theoretical or real limit to the higher ordering process; it is the “infinity within” of which mystics speak.—Dr Robert Anton Wilson, the metaprogramming circuit, Prometheus Rising, pg. 195.

    Alfred Korzybski, should be at the very top of any serious conspiracy researchers list of founding individuals who developed principles and methodology for doing good honest research. At the least this may lead to a kind of probabilistic reasoning, or a system of communicating based upon a wide array o f data.
    RAW for instance, crafted complete books of non-fiction abiding by the pretty strict rules of English Prime (E-Prime), or English language with the remove of beingness, or the beingness of isness. A major cause for confusion in Aristotelian either/or reality tunnels: see politics, religion and the music press. I advise any conspiracy researcher worth their weight in paperclips, to delve into E-Prime, for the sake of sanity. Familiarize yourself with disinformation and the ego tripping wizards of what is, often accompanied by the ongoing lyric of ‘I’. The mix of fact and metaphor. The mix of ‘isness’ with ‘I’ ness…running wild into the cage of certainty.

    “to is, or not to is, maybe NOT a question worth thinking about too long”—Steve fly

    Don’t get me wrong, ‘I’ would call myself a conspiracy researcher due to having read most of RAWs output, and I have built my own scheme of things, based on what I have read and heard, seen and intuited in my own life. RAW would probably list Alfred Korzybski, Ezra Pound, Karl Popper, Carl Oglesby, Noam Chomsky and Paul Krassner as some of his top conspiracy theory quality critters. Read them. Search each one at DuckDuckGo.com, or another search engine and see for yourself why these individuals and their ideas are important for us all now, and how they distinguish themselves from the popular sensationalist ‘pop conspiracy boom’ co-opted by the global entertainment market, and questionably extended the reach of the gov-corp disinformation ops themselves. I once met Richard Metzger who started up Disinformation.com, and who was a good friend of RAW, the use of the word disinformation by no means refers to him or the website by that name, Metzger flipped in back in the face of the gov-corp disinfo IMHO.

    Let RAW clarify for us, once again:

    “Every secret police organization is engaged in both the collection of information and the production of misinformation euphemistically called “disinformation.” That is, you score points in the secret police game both by hoarding signals (information units)—hiding facts from competitors—and by foisting false signals (fake information units) on the other players. This creates the situation I call Optimum SNAFU, in which every player has rational (not neurotic) reasons for suspecting that each and all may be trying to deceive him. As Henry Kissinger is alleged to have said, anybody in Washington who isn’t paranoid must be crazy. Maybe the UFOs really exist objectively—or maybe the whole UFO phenomena is a cover for a secret police disinformation ploy. Maybe there are Black Holes where space and time implode—or maybe Black Holes were invented to befuddle Russian scientists and send them into “the little man who wasn’t there” semantic spookery. Maybe Jimmy Carter really exists—or maybe he is, as National Lampoon once claimed, an actor named Sidney Goldfarb trained to project an attractive down-home “image”. Perhaps only three alpha males at the top of the security pyramid really know the answers to these questions—or perhaps these three are being deceived by certain subordinates, as Lyndon Johnson was deceived about Vietnam by the C.I.A.—Robert Anton Wilson, The SNAFU principle, Prometheus Rising. Pg. 226.

    To continue, I suspect one good measure of a characters contribution to humanity could be based on how much, and in what way, they share signals. With particular focus on factual, useful, scientific tools that help benefit all humanity, simplifying the equation, creating a new synthesis, balanced, fair, funny and obviously to the benefit of all. Like a good contract. 

    I am leading to a critique of the new whistle blower phenomena, and the way in which the information is communicated. When filtered through some of the most balanced sources that I personally like and can get along with, like boingboing.net, the Guardian, The Huffington Post, io9, dangerous minds, etc; still lack the attention to the whole human organism that a character like Amiri Baraka and Alan Moore exhibit. I mean in the special cohesion found in great works of art, often more detailed and obscure, the sense of time when reading a novel vs. a typical blog entry or news item. The urge to fill in the missing information often pulls us toward massive generalizations about our senses,  processes sensed and how everything fits together, self, the individual in history, and our moving experience of wakefulness, now.   

    Each to their own, and give thanks to the wondrous diversity of forms we can get our information, in the age of global Internet. However, I feel a good question concerns the difference between scripture and regular writing? How do we create special writing and communication that celebrate the human traits of humanity, the triumph of the individual over the state, over ideology and the deceptions of perceptions. How to break free from alphabetical chains, categorical cages and get beyond language?

    RAW might point us to James Joyce, Marshall Mcluhan, Ernest Fenollosa and Ezra Pound in this respect. All whom dipped a toe to five into the future and dared to propose, and to perform by example a whole new style, a new synthesis, an innovation and condensation of past knowledge and psychological craftsmanship into never before seen language. Language art, the art and crafts of poetry, and the antidote to the infinite conspiracy conspiracy conspiracy regress, IMHO.

    James Joyce might be my favorite conspiracy author,the master of connectivity in language.  I think that Joyce and Pound, Yeats, and Burroughs stole back the fire from the big bad thief, they stole back the arts of disinformation, the double cross, Orwellian double-speak, and created quintuple agents with missions way beyond anything any Harvard spy professor or Oxford/Cambridge cocka could compete with. Not a chance. And the great Irish poets and writers–to call up a nationality and apply a stereotypical and misleading title for them–stand atop the world in the field of capturing the tragic/comic truth of life, whole. Or, truths in the plural. True enough I like to think. A strong maybe, probably true, like the second law of thermodynamics. 

    If you choose to follow any of this advice about reading RAW and checking out some of his in depth works  concerning the characters I mention above, or not, please go ahead and have some fun with it, write your story, your own conspiracy, pull it apart and build it up again. Do it again. Critique your own strongest arguments. Eventually you may be able to meditate upon such activity before engaging, and save a lot of time and effort which cd. be applied elsewhere, perhaps working toward gaining some agency, or agency on behalf of your local community with which to at the least install protections, possibly some semantic standards with which to weed out disinformation at the root?

    In light of the principle that blinkered and limited perception shrinks and limits the universe, we could say that the common jewel of the conspiracy theorists tackle-box–the all powerful, all controlling super Illuminati–makes the biggest fool out of those who shout the loudest. That is, unless the shouting turns to singing, dancing, storytelling, jokes and some good old fun such as RAW and Robert Shea demonstrate in Illuminatus Trilogy! And RAW demonstrates throughout his entire life’s work as a writer, teacher, playwright, scientfic philosopher, and genuinely really nice guy. Read him! Compare this with the monotonous paranoid ravings of those who proclaim to have discovered some universal truth about a highly complex historical event, no jokes, no alternative models, just an advertisement to sell books or other schwag. 

    “It is what it is”—James Brown


    “Nothing is”—Sun Ra

    –Steve fly
    Amsterdam, 26/3/14

  • Nappy Muvers Dei 2014

    Nappy Muvers Dei 2014

    (Especially for my own mother Adelaide (Della) and for all mothers living and past.)
          Mother earth defines you well. The longest rivers and largest mountains get to the heart of you. Mother of all mothers who I gargled my very first sounds for. Mum, the first imprint that put me together, the garden of mum I grow in, the rich soil and the vast sky and fresh life water that made me real, in the flesh and in the mind, i think. Cheers for that.
    For the countless thousands of hours spent tolerating my little bossy boots stomping about your house like a screaming demon, I am sincerely indebted. For my territorial pissing and poop markings, and for my emotional terrorism around the terrible twos, I commend you on not making that my career: metaphorically pissing and/or shitting on people. Thanks for not returning my many declarations of war made against you, like Lao Tzu, you kept the peace and did not fall for my infant black-mail and emotional hijacking operations. Smarter than an eye for an eye.
    By demonstrating your infinite compassion for me you win every vote and always come up top trumps. In a ruff and tuff’ world i imagine that unsaddled sympathy cuts through the bullshit and gets to the very heart of the matter. Mother, the great reasoning, the oral tradition, all languages and tongues of the mother, and in you, my mother. A listening ear and a improvisational skill at speaking to me in her special way, her own way, each word full of sincerity, burning like good poetry into the symbol processor, into my brain. Mind meets first word at the mothers mouth, usually love, baby, oh, ‘ouchi-ku’ etc. I respect you for leaving enough space in my life to re-knit the semantics and the symbols together, or bind the meaning, and the symbols together.
    Furthermore, to me you reflect the open source ideal of generally matrist traits in society, open, and so opposed to the current centralized closed authority crazed, war-mad, patrist traits in contemporary society, really, you do. And this is all credit to Dad too of course too, for not over-riding your advice to me and your own ways of dealing, simply based upon his male strength. The open society is where freedom and individual rights are cherished, and where powers of authority and government are limited to protect against greedy super-powerful states shitting on everybody with bombs, soft-drinks and celebrity brainwashing. This idea reflects your tolerance of my own social explorations and your balanced mixture of good advice with allowing for a large amount of freedom to go and more or less do what I liked, when I had demonstrated that I could survive out there without you and dad. You were always kind and sweet to friends and girl friends I invited into your house, you never put me on a guilt trip concerning sex. Similar to a generally matrist society at large, sex is treated openly and without taboo. A mothers mother knows how the circle of life works intimately, as Paul Krassner once put it: fuck socialism.
    What man can know what it must be like to be a mother and see her child grow into a young adult, often reverting back to infantile tactics and strategies but now deployed from a much larger body and a louder voice? Mother encourages conversation and communication, river flows free. Talking about it can work it out, she says, this reflects the motherly oral tradition, opposed to writing things down into lists and fixing ideas onto a page in alphabetical and grammatical cages, but instead speaking them, playing with the speech and finding a way to express it in the moment. Keeping your wits about you, as she would say. Still, here I fixed this writing up for your contemplation and enjoyment on mothers day. It is just as relevant tomorrow and any other day mind you.
    I am ever grateful to you for turning me onto the wonders of science and astronomy at an early age, kicking off my fascination with mystery, the unknown universe and questions like ‘where did we come from?, together with a loose Darwinian model wrapped up in your own special way of putting it, often landing splatt in the face of God. Way to go mum. Yeah, your love seems far greater than that of any God or mystical entity invoked from old dusty scripture. Thank the soul of Elvis and the Beatles for showing God the door in a way that maybe Nietzsche might have enjoyed, leading us into mums kitchen for a cup of tea, and then off into a Hawking universe. Like mount Snowdon or like the great river Severn, the water and the air and the earth, you are everywhere at he root of all the good stuff, the life cycle, the life affirming principle, the chaos.
    I see a connection between you and the positive stereotype of the compassionate mother figure in the way you reason with altered states of consciousness. You broke away from the pervasive thinking of your generation which states that altered states are bad, anti-social and lead to criminal behavior unless they are sanctioned by the government, like alcohol, tobacco and sugar. For a non-cannabis user to come around to a tolerant and liberal attitude towards it seems like a great achievement and exemplary stance. And not just your own son but all people who choose to alter their consciousness in any which way they please, as long as they do not interfere and do harm to others. Many so called highly educated and intelligent people do not hold this compassionate view and show no sympathy for anybody who does not abide by the laws, teachings and doctrine they believe to be true, and not just regarding altered states of consciousness but alterations of anything and everything in society.
    Mothers are generally friendly to mutation, no matter what you may turn into, a mother knows intuitively it will be a temporary trend and what lies underneath the cultural clothing we dress ourselves in: the naked vulnerable and impressionable baby ape.
    So the term mother probably best sums up everything really, if it came down to just one word, which it rarely does. The ultimate holistic entity, more omnipotent than God, the mama matrix most mysterious contains the reproductive fertility magic of recursion, of recycling magic that make nourishment and life out of nothingness. You really are my everything. Mwah, that’s a kiss x


    Nappy muvers dei, steve