Amen to the funk. I don’t believe in Obamas, just like John Lennon didn’t believe in Beatles. Nevertheless, I find a whole lot I can agree with in the latest post over at Hoodoo Encoding.
From “How the Funk Can Help You (while you’re taking out the trash)”:
And here’s some news for ya’ll: unfortunately, [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Shout Outs: Hoodoo Encoding
Posted in shout outs on June 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
My First Time in Hiram’s House
Posted in Uncategorized on June 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Masonic Lodge in my hometown stood on a corner, at the end of a street that let out onto one of the main thoroughfares. It was “downtown” (back before downtown got re-branded) across and up the street from the post office and not too far from the public library. Right next to a [...]
Not Really a Jesus Prayer Rug
Posted in Uncategorized on June 20, 2008 | 7 Comments »
It finally happened. Not that I thought it would, but it has. Awhile back, I wrote about visiting a lifelong friend back in my hometown and being shown a chain-letter Jesus in his basement. One was supposed to look at the face of this chain-letter Jesus picture in a spirit of prayer, [...]
Rolling Your Eyes Up to Trance-Heaven
Posted in Consciousness & Alternate Perception, Personal Speculation, hypnosis, psychology, spirituality on June 19, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Chapter Four of Jeff Warren’s illuminating Head Trip, he pays a visit to Dr. Herbert Spiegel, a clinical psychiatrist and contemporary of the late, Milton Erickson, in order to experience a hypnotic trance. Part of what brings Warren to Spiegel’s office is the search for a desire to find and understand a reliable standard [...]
Here’s Where We Meet the Grays Again, Pt. 2
Posted in Consciousness & Alternate Perception, but NOT The Big Something, everyday forteana, gratitude, high weirdness, initiation, late night, pointing at The Big Something, psychology, spirituality, sub cult-sure on June 16, 2008 | 14 Comments »
First time I saw a gray, “for real,” I was in the middle of a deep meditation, at a moment in my life when I also found myself to be, willingly, though perhaps less than consciously, a gypsy’s mark.
The second (and third and fourth…) time I saw a gray happened like this.
Riding to the Japanese [...]
