27-11-2010, 04:58 PM
David Guyatt Wrote:I had hopes of an interesting discussion on this subject which interests me, but this sadly didn’t materialize. What did materialize reminded me more of a “seance evening” in a Victorian parlour where tables would inexplicably lift, disembodied rapping's would be heard and combined hands would shoot around the table as though a group of people were stirring ectoplasm in a giant invisible pudding bowl.
After having dimmed the lights, the medium Dawson voided all thoughts from his mind, and voluntarily opened himself up to channel beings from other dimensions - notably the EF. This usually resulted in lower forms of life manifesting through the technique of automatic writing, often resulting in nonsense and vulgarity. But sometimes a truly evil spirit would intrude; heads would be twisted, vomit projected outwards, eyes bulged and “you old sack of shit” spewed forth from the possessed medium’s mouth.
Swamp channelling....
Just 'cos you can't see 'em, don't mean they ain't there...
"It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted...."
"Proverbs for Paranoids 4: You hide, They seek."
"They are in Love. Fuck the War."
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
"Ccollanan Pachacamac ricuy auccacunac yahuarniy hichascancuta."
The last words of the last Inka, Tupac Amaru, led to the gallows by men of god & dogs of war
"Proverbs for Paranoids 4: You hide, They seek."
"They are in Love. Fuck the War."
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
"Ccollanan Pachacamac ricuy auccacunac yahuarniy hichascancuta."
The last words of the last Inka, Tupac Amaru, led to the gallows by men of god & dogs of war

