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GET OUT!!

prabvi — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 20:14:19 GMT

What man is at ease in his Inn?
Get out.
Wide is the world and cold.
Get out.
Thou hast become an in-itiate.
Get out.
But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in.
The Way out is THE WAY.
Get out.
For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.
Get OUT.
If thou hast T already, first get UT.
Then get O.
And so at last get OUT.

myspace.com/orderofout --for electronic esoterica ;)

tat tvam asi,

~Prabvi

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Harlequine energy manifestation

Mon, 27 Sep 2004 18:39:35 GMT

ANY and ALL infornmation realated to Harliquinade, Harlequin energy, stripey tights, etc... please put up links here.

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INVISIBLES Vol. 3 No. 1 SIGNED GRANT MORRISON TO RICHARD METZGER

Jason — Mon, 26 Mar 2007 06:50:44 GMT

The final issue of Grant Morrison's epoch-making "Invisibles" comic series, Volume 3 Issue 1, the final transition into the supercontext... This issue is signed from series author Grant Morrison to Richard Metzger, founder of the Disinformation Company and author of Disinformation: The Interviews, The Book of Lies, and other modern occulture classics. Grant has written his inscription on the inside first page, reading: "To Richard: TIME IS IT? Grant Morrison" The comic was also previously in the possession of Jason Louv, editor of Generation Hex and Ultraculture Journal One, making this a postmodern occult artifact of high repute! The comic itself is NM and comes bagged & boarded.

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as light as a feather...

Gobbelin — Thu, 18 Nov 2004 09:13:36 GMT

stiff as a board
as slick as a tounge
as sharp as a sword
thicker than blood
and blacker than ink
what do I mean?
what do you think?

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BACK TO THE BASICS

Wed, 05 Jan 2005 03:01:43 GMT

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alchemy in life

greenalchemist — Mon, 27 Sep 2004 05:49:13 GMT

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the boy with a single cell for a heart

banjolismo — Tue, 16 Nov 2004 01:56:36 GMT

the cell was circular and it's purpose was to contain water. if the water in his heart dried up, the cell would become hard and the boy would die. so he was always seeking the water of life, but his heart was pinned at the center of the universe, and where can you go if your heart is pinned at the center of the universe? nowhere! the boy was deathly afraid that if he didn't go, his heart would dry up, and he would die. he began to shiver with fright, and this movement created the illusion that the circular cell was at the tip of a spiral. the boy followed the illusion of the spiral trail, and he began to travel forwards in time. to his delight, he discovered that all along the path he was surrounded by beautiful cool blue water. he traveled for many years and one day he found that if he looked back along the spiral path, he could see all of his past expiriences in the great ocean of time, all the way back to the semi circular cell where he first began. and again in later years, he had an epiphany when he perceived the way that his time overlapped, and lined up along the orbit of the spiral path, coloring his existance with bands and stripes of realization. from this vista he reveled in the natural beauty of his life and was raptured in the song of the great ocean, but in the end the path became too wide and long, the boy (who was now an old man) lost his bearings and became separated from the sea. the way was sandy and dry with no cool soothing water to drink, and the road was too hard to travel on, so he lay down to rest, and in his dream he saw the circular confines of his heart, and it was empty. this is where the boy ceased to be, and in that hole which was left behind, there was......a mollusc

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The boy with a balloon for a heart

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 07:24:10 GMT

The boy with a balloon for a heart

There was once a boy with a balloon instead of a heart. At first the doctors were very optimistic, because the balloon seemed to function just like any ordinary heart. But after just a few days, everyone became very concerned. The boy’s heart had grown to three times its original size!

‘Surely he will explode!’ cried the doctors, ‘we must stop the growth of his heart immediately!’

And so the boy underwent a series of tests. He was brought to specialists, professors and experts. They connected him to machines that analyzed and inspected him in many ways. All the while his heart continued to grow bigger and bigger…

Finally, the doctors discovered the source of the problem. You see, whenever the boy saw something that made him happy, his heart would grow a bit. Whenever the boy saw something that made him sad, his heart would grow a bit. In short, whenever he experienced love, his heart would grow.

So the clever doctors built a clever machine and put the boy inside. The machine could carefully control everything the boy experienced. Nothing that could make him happy or sad could get past the machine. Nothing that could make the boy love could ever reach him.

Time passed. And with the help of the machine, the boy lived a long, long time. He lived for a long, long, long, long, long, long time. How many years did the boy live? Well, it would be hard to say. How could anyone dream of counting so high? He lived so long, the doctors grew old and died. He lived and lived while oceans rose and fell. He lived so long that the machine rusted and fell apart.

So one day, a little boy with a balloon instead of a heart went out into the world for the first time.

The first thing he saw was the blue sky. He smiled and his heart grew a bit. Then he saw a bird flying by. And again his heart grew. And his smile and his heart kept getting bigger and bigger. Trees, clouds, crickets, falling leaves, spider webs – each thing delighted him and filled his heart. More and more. His chest got bigger and bigger.

Down in their graves, the doctors must have been cringing. The boy’s heart had swollen out of control! Only seconds must be left before he would explode into a horrible bloody mess!!

But the boy never exploded. His heart just grew bigger and bigger. And lighter and lighter.

Until he simply floated away.

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The boy with a heart of string

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 07:23:31 GMT

The boy with a heart of string

There was once a boy with a heart made of string. You’d never know it to look at him, because he looked and acted just like most normal boys. But if you watched him really carefully, you’d notice that from time to time, he would twitch or jump a little bit. That was because from time to time, something would tug at the strings in his heart.

Sometimes it would pull him up. Sometimes it would pull him down. And often, the boy would sit and wonder who it was, at the other end of the string, pulling him up and pulling him down.

Now as he grew up, he still looked just like most normal boys. Except, if you looked closely into his eyes, you’d know there was some kind of magic working. And pretty quickly you’d get a funny homesick feeling, and you’d say to yourself: ‘why, this fellow has a heart made out of string! And that string leads back to the place we once were before we all decided to come here.’

And pretty soon, you’d be saying to yourself ‘wouldn’t it be lovely, so lovely to see that place again, just once. If I could hold on to the strings of this boy’s heart, I bet he could take me there!’

And so it would happen. The boy would be walking down the street or sitting on a bus, and someone would see his eyes and become homesick. And like a seed that homesickness would grow and grow in their heart until it finally sprouted out of their chest, like a string. And they would take that string and tie it to the boy’s heart.

Every day more and more people looked into the boy’s eyes, grew strings from their chests and tied the strings to his heart.

And soon the boy was pulled in so many directions, he could no longer tell when a tug came from above or below, or when it came from one of the many people tied to his heart.

There were too many strings. And they were tied too tight. All the boy could see was strings. He couldn’t see the ground or the sky. He couldn’t tell if he was moving up or down.

How many people had tied themselves to his heart? It would be hard to say. How could anyone dream of counting so high?

And they just kept coming. Tying themselves to the boy. More and more and more strings, until finally it didn’t matter where the pull came from, or how strong.

The boy could no longer move at all. He couldn’t see anything but strings. He couldn’t feel anything but strings.

So one day, he just relaxed his muscles.
And let himself disappear.

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The boy with wings on his heart by Jason Webley

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 07:22:48 GMT

The boy with wings on his heart

There was once a Great City. Built directly underneath the stars. With big racing freeways pouring though it and tall buildings reaching up to the sky.

One day, an announcement was made in the Great City: A boy was to be born. A boy with wings upon his heart.

Quickly, the word spread to the farthest corners of the kingdom. Everyone was very excited about this boy. For months it was all that anyone could talk about.

‘Surely things will be better after that boy with wings on his heart arrives. This is what we have all been waiting for. Life will be so much simpler, so much more beautiful with someone like that around’ said the people.

As the months went by, the excitement grew and grew. People came from hundreds of miles away, traveling for days and days and days to reach the great city in time for the birth. The day grew nearer and nearer, and the streets of the city became more and more crowded with anxious people. Everyone was eager to see this amazing boy with wings growing from his heart.

Finally, the day of the birth was at hand.
And indeed, the boy was born.
And indeed, he did have wings attached to his heart.

But, instead of growing on the outside of the heart, they had become stuck and had grown on the inside. The feathers made it impossible for the blood to flow. The very special heart was useless. And the very special boy was born dead.

All of the bells in the city sounded, and a great note of mourning swept through the streets. Never had the people felt such sadness. After traveling so far, with so much hope.

The sadness grew and grew. It became bigger than the city.

And the little boy’s body was carried, in a very small casket, out into the streets. And without thinking, the people began to follow it. Their feet just started walking.

It was an enormous procession. So many people. So many people, all weeping and crying. Exactly how many people were there? That would be very difficult to tell. How could anyone dream of counting so high?

The procession wove its way though the streets. Deeper and deeper into the Great City. Past the tall buildings, over the racing freeways, weaving its way underneath the stars.

Deeper and deeper until even the people who had spent their entire lives in the Great City could not recognize where they were.

Deeper and deeper until they reached a secret place few had seen before. A place located right beside the skyscrapers. Right on top of the racing freeway. Right underneath the stars. But somehow secret. Somehow quiet.

It was the heart of the Great City.

And in this place a grave had been prepared. The casket was taken to the grave. Then, as all the people, so many people you could never dream of counting them, watched - the very special boy they had all been waiting so long to see was lowered into the earth.

And it was as if their own hearts had been lowered into the ground. They felt as if they were breaking. They would have cried more, but there were no tears left to be cried.

And then something interesting happened. After the boy was deep in the ground and they could no longer see him, the people’s eyes noticed all of the other eyes around them. It occurred to them what an uncommon thing it was that so many people were gathered together, feeling the same sadness.

And as they looked into each other’s eyes, a kind of magic happened. And a sort of warmth began to make its way across their faces, not completely unlike a smile. And for just a few moments, they all felt a simple, beautiful lightness in their hearts.

Something like the flutter of wings.

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