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-----------------------------------------------------------------------------1) Editorial by COYOTE 131 2) A poem by CHRISTUS 777 3) First Chapter ov Chaos by Hakim Bey 4) "From someone about their experiences with scentologists..." 5) Excerpt from thee GREY BOOK 6) "What does 666 mean to YOU?"

SEND: Inquiries, Submissions and Suggestions to KITSUNE@milton.u.wahington.edu -----------------------------------------------------------------------------1) Yes, hello...as thee tribe begins to gather here in thee northwest...more avenues ov exploration begin to open...thee first sbumission is from an ally who has been putting out a "zine"...for more info about how to get this zine, submit articles or adverise write to:

CONTEMPT for IGNORANCE MINISTRIES c/o Christus 777 312 canary lane saint charles, mo 63301 USA

As promised is the first in many chapters from Hakim Bey's book CHAOS...the next piece was brought to me attention by my friend shabby and even though it was on thee net E thought deserved some more attention...as usual an excerpt from Thee GREY BOOK, and also short question for all ov ewe to answer.

Nothing short ov TOTAL...L-ov-E COYOTE 131

"Not knowing what is and is not knowing I knew not."

-Hassan i Sabbah -----------------------------------------------------------------------------2)A poem by CHRISTUS 777

it is time to start a fire it is time to pull taut the wire

a purge for hire

let's walk the tightrope higher into the clouly skies of desire

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------3) Chaos by Hakim Bey

Chapter One: CHAOS

Chaos never died.

Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the originall undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the balck pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.

Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogicstons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.

Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there' absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.

No listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.

There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin -your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.

To shed all the illusory rights & hesitations of history demands the ecoonomy of some legendary Stone Age -shamans not priests, bards not lords, hunters not police, gatheres of paleolithic laziness, gentle as blood, going naked for a sign or painted as birds, pised on the wave of explicit presence, the clockless nowever.

Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the pint of terror -everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.

Avatars of chaos act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fou, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, chafed with obsessions, unemployed, sensually deranged, wolfangels, mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirated of all signs & meanings.

Here we are crawling the cracks betweeen walls of church state school & factory, all the paranoid monoliths. Cut off from the tribe by feral nostalgia we tunnel after lost words, imaginary bombs.

The last possible DEED is that wich defines perception itself, an invisible folden cord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors. If I were to kiss you here they'd call it an act of terrorism -so let's take our pistols to bed & wake up the city at midnight like drunken bandits celebrating with a fusillade, the message of the taste of chaos.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------4)"from someone about their experiences with scentologists..."

IN MY NOTSO HUMBLE OPINION: Scientology is the biggest bunch of bullshit mind-bending brainwashing anyone has ever encountered! Now People: THIS IS MY PERSONAL OPINION! So don't bother to flame because I won't respond.

I used to go to a film production college in Boston Mass. back in 1972-1974. My ride home to Lowell, Mass. was late that day so I stopped in for grins and giggles to the local Scientology POW camp. They brought me in and gave me the standard rap about how we are all "mentally unhealthy" until we go through a "cleansing" process. They then told me to grab onto these two tin cans and they would ask me bot "ugly" and "beautiful" questions like:

How do you feel about a nuclear explosion? How do you feel about a sunny peaceful day in the country side?

etc ad nauseum.........

The tin cans were soldered to wires that were connected to a meter. Before he could ask me these questions, he was called out for 5 minutes. I used to be a technician: electronics that is. I checked out the meter and what it was .... was a shunted ammeter. An ammeter (or amp meter) registers the amount of current going through an electronic circuit. A "shunted ammeter" has a few resistors added to it so that it will be able to measure amps in the "micro amp" range. When you tense your muscle structure, you will usually produce a very tiny current of electricity n the palms of your hands. AND, the cans were Campbell soup cans!!!!! I tensed my hands and made the meter moved. When I relaxed them, the meter went back to 0.

The yoyo came back and started to ask me these loaded questions. To every "ugly" question I would be relaxed and show no emotion on the meter...which meant that I enjoyed the thought of say a nuclear explosion. To the beautiful questions I would tense out to the max.....eventually he thought that I was Charly Manson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I had fun!!!!!!!!

I then proceeded to stand up on the desk and started to explain what they were doing to their minds!!!! 6 people believed me ... laughed and left. Then two guys, about 6'5" at 250lbs. got me, one on each arm ...brought me to the front door.....and literally threw me 20 feet before I landed on the pavement! I haven't had that much fun since!!!!!!!!

:^).......Samurai_Writer

----------------------------------------------------------------------------5) An Excerpt from thee GREY BOOK

Established orthodoxies and dogmas, conditioned interpretations of living, regard the material world as reality whilst pretending to deal with the spirit or existence. They conceive and propagate evolution and thinking as purely physical, their control of our visions as sacrosanct. Religion has privately altered to work from a position that accepts itself as totally discredited by science. All establishment modes of control and affiliation both religious and political, rely upon and revolve around unquestioning faith and dogma, unquestioning acceptance of their inalienable right to assume professional responsibility for our actions upon their shoulders. We are told we are weak, incapable of grasping scale, afraid of ourselves and desperate to push responsibility for all events in our lives onto them. We are insistently trained to accept our corporeal existence as hopeless in itself, to becoum subservient to the greater good. We are perpetually conditioned, encouraged, and blackmailed into self-restriction into narrower and narrower perceptions of ourselves, our own importance, our own potential and our own experience. We are trained to ignore the evidence of our senses and experiences and to feel guilt when we glempse sense derived visions of ourselves as free spirits.

The voluntary relinquishing of responsibility for our lives and actions is one of the greatest enemies of our times.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------6) What does 666 mean to YOU?

Vale- "What does 666 mean to you?"

Genesis P-Orridge- "Actually, we've done some research into that with Z'ev, who's much better at cabalistic and numerological matters than I am. He broke down the Mark of the Beast cabalistically; he took 666 and discovered it means SOMA or somatic: the body, but also the magic mushrooms which were psychedelic; the mark identifying which mushrooms a shaman could use for further progression. In other words, it's KNOWLEDGE again, like the apple in the Garden of Eden. Which makes a lot more sense to me..."

What does 666 mean to YOU?

Please send your responses to: KITSUNE@milton.u.washington.edu

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FREQUENCY ZERO

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1) Editorial by COYOTE 131 2) A very important request... 3) CHAOS by Hakim Bey 4) Proof on Survival by Victor Neuburg 5) Excerpt from thee CORRECT SADIST by T. Sellers 6) 666

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------1) E hope everyone had a JOY-full Solstice....there were some questions asked during this last lunar phase which E will try to address NOW...

>I noticed the strange spelling, for example 'of' was spelled as 'ov' >and 'psychic' was spelled as 'psychick' was that spelling intentional? >Does it reflect something about the viewpoint or opinion or philosophy >of the TOPY?

We Feel that language should be reclaimed by thee Individual...

language controls not only what we say but what and how We think by our manipulation ov language...whether by thee cutup method, or our own creative use ov capitalization ov letters, phonetics and hyphens... what is really meant is revelaed...an example, be-LIE-f...another example is B-Earth...this "new" word now has a double meaning "Earth" and "birth" to be used either or both ways simultaneously..."OV designates thee sperm (or any orgasmic sexual fluid) in thee terminology ov thee TEMPLE" thee "K" ov psychick has thee same function as thee "K" ov MAGICK (please see MAGICK IN THEORY AND PRACTICE by A. C.) which is to designate it from ordinary magic...thee use of E has many meanings... I, he, she, we, me, and Everyone or Everybody...We is used when speaking for thee Tribe....here is an Excerpt from "Liber III vel Jugorum":

"1. Here are practices. Each may last for a week, or more.

(a) Avoid using some common word, such as "and" or "the" or "but"; use a paraphrase. (b) Avoid using some letter of the alphabet, such as "t" or "s" or "m"; use a paraphrase. (c) Avoid using the pronouns and adjectives of the first person; use a paraphrase. Of thine own ingenium devise others.

2. On each occasion that thou art betrayed into saying that thou art sworn to avoid, cut thyself sharply upon the wrist or forearm with a razor; even as thou shouldst beat a disobedient dog. Feareth not the Unicorn the claws and teeth of the Lion?

3. Thine arm then serveth thee both for a warning and for a record. Thou shalt write down they daily progress in these practices, until thou art perfectly vigilant at all times over the least word that slippeth from thy tongue. Thus bind thyself, and thou shalt be forever free."

TOPY does n0t have a strict code for terminology or anything else experimentation is thee Focus...reclaim language from thee agents ov control...

>Where is the Temple located?

"Thee TEMPLE is where a boxer punches for a KO." -G P-O

>What type of organization is it? For profit? Or non-profit?

TOPY is a non-for-profit organization...thee PTV World Domination Club is n0t...

>Is it a new organization? If not, how old?

TOPY is 10 y-Eras old.

>How large is it? About how many members? What is the average age of members?

TOPY is an international organization with Access Points in England, Europe and North America...E am not sure as to thee number ov active members or allies...there are memebers 4 y-Eras old and 80 y-Eras young...

>What structure does it have?

As little as possible...

>What does it do?

TOPY is a network for thee dispersion ov Information to those who dare to touch themselves and desire to touch others in a very special way...

>Are there any requirments or limits on membership?

To be an ally, no...to be an active member, yes...to participate in a RATIO ONE Sigilization Ritual...if you are interested, write an Access Point

>Is there a membership fee?

N0

>IS there a common viewpoint or philosophy?

This is a tough question...yes there are common view points and philosopies shared by thee Active TOPI E have met, talked with or corresponded with...but even with those with whom E have shared the same view on one topic they may have disagreed on another...even upon the purpose, meaning, and worth to rituals we have shared in...but that is to be expected in an anarchistic group of individuals who share as a common purpose...self-Exploration...

>Are there TOPY centers in NEW YORK or FLORIDA?

N0 Access Points as to my knowledge but there might be a COYOTE PACT about...try fliering or putting an ad in thee personals ov an appropiate 'zine it has worked before...

0R ewe might try 0ne ov thee Access Points:

TOPY CAN BOX 579 STATION P TORONTO, ONT M5S 2T1 CANANDA

TOPY NA BOX 18223 DENVER, CO 80218 USA

TOPY NOCAL BOX 35 2300 MARKET ST. SAN FRANCISCO, CA 94114 USA

*TOPY SOL*

BOX 33540 SAN DIEGO,CA 92163 USA

TOPY TEX BOX 14334 SUITE 166 AUSTIN,TX 78761 USA

>Do you mind me asking so many questions?

N0

>I just received TOPY transmission 1.05. Can you please send me the previous >ones if there are any, and tell me something about these transmissions. >Who writes them? How often?

N0...TRANSMISSIONS exist in time, but n0t in space...they are electronic signals which after they are sent cease to exist...while they are being sent there is a Temporary Temple coumwhere in cyberspace...and like all things it is transitory...but that does n0t mean coumone else has n0t saved thee older transmissions...and might forward them to ewe...E would encourage such networking...that is what thee TEMPLE and E-mail or for...networking, electronic touching ov Each other... these TRANSMISSIONS are obviously in thee public domain and coumtain N0 copyright N0N-sense...though E will honor any request not to include

anything sent to E if it contains a disclaimer in those respects... E, that is COYOTE 131, Edits this Transmission...as has COYOTE 129... that is E include relevant information...as to our interests and as to requests...from submissions by all and from found sources... thee 23rd ov each month...if possible...

COYOTE 131

"If I had my life to live over again, the first thing I would do would be to invent an entirely new system of symbols wherby to convey my ideas."

-J. G. Fichte

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------2) A very important request...so as to better be able to offer topics that Everyone is interested in...please send a brief bio included fields ov interest and/or that one specializes in...that ewe see as relevant... PLEASE RESPOND IF YOU DESIRE TO CONTINUE TO RECIEVE THESE TRANSMISSIONS!!!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------3) CHAOS by Hakim Bey

Chapter 2: POETIC TERRORISM

Weird dancing in allnight computer banking olbbies. Unauthorized pyrotechnic displays. Land-art, earth-works as bizarre alien

artifacts strewn in State Parks. Burglarize houses but instead of stealing, leave Poetic-Terrorist objects. Kidnap someone & make them happy.

Pick someone at random & convince them they're the heir to an enourmous, useless & amazing fortune -say 5000 sq. miles of Antarctica, or an aging circus elephant, or an orphanage in Bombay, or a collection of alchemical mss. Later they will come to realize that for a few moments they believe in something extaordinary, & will perhaps be driven as a result to seek out some more intense mode of existence.

Bolt up brass commemorative plaques in places (public or private) where you have experienced a revelation or had a particularly fulfilling sexual experience, etc.

Go naked for a sign.

Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.

Grafitti-art loaned some grace to ugly subways & rigid public momuments -PT-art can also be created for public places: poems scrawled in courthouse lavatories, small fetishes abandoned in parks & restaurants, xerox-art under windshield-wipers of parked cars, Big Character Slogans pasted on playground walls, anonymous letters mailed to random or chosen recipients (mailfraud), pirate radio transmissions, wet cement...

The audience reaction or aesthetic-shock produced by PT ought to be at least as strong as the emotion of terror -powerful disgust, sexual arousal, superstituous awe, sudden intuitive breakthrough, dada-esque angst -no matter whether the PT is aimed at one person or many, no matter whether it is "signed" or anonymous, if it does not change someone's life (aside from the artist) it fails.

PT is an act in a Theater of Cruelty which has no stage, no rows of seats, no tickets & no walls. In order to work at all PT must categorically be divorced from all conventional structures for art consumption (galleries, publications, media). Even the guerilla Situationist tactics of street theater are perhaps too well-known & expected now.

An exquisite seduction carried out not only in the cause of mutual satisfaction but also as a conscious act in a deliberately beatiful life -may be the ultimate PT. The PTerrorist behaves like a confidence-trickster whose aim is not money but CHANGE.

Don't do PT for other artists, do it for people who will not realize (at least for a few moments) that what you have done is art. Avoid recognizable art-categories, avoid plitics, don't stick around to argue, don't be sentimental; be ruthless, take risks, vandalize only what MUST be defaced, do something children will remember all their lives -but don't be spontaneous unless the PT Muse has possessed you.

Dress up. Leave a false name. Be legendary. The best PT is against

the law, but don't get caught. Art as crime; crime as art.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------4) "Proof on Survival" by Victor Neuburg

Proof on survival caused laughter in many minds Experimented myself Tried when on other side Do not be deterred by little results Persevere Worthwhile Proved truth.

This thee exact text received in seance by a relative ov Victor Neuburg. Neuburg was a close associate ov A. C., a prolific writer and a bold explorer ov thee possibilities ov sexual magick and visionary selfdiscipline.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------5) Excerpt from thee CORRECT SADIST by T. Sellers

"Gradually the Church whose rituals I had ardently observed and whose

saints I emulated came to disappoint me. I began to know the back of the nun's hand as my waxing bad faith sloughed off the restraint of fear. This displeasure made me cynical as I dispiritedly marked in them a strange repressed rage that focused too avidly upon the plest disobedience."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------6) 666 (1999...thee Satanic Century 666 y-Era 0NE)

Vale- "What does 666 mean to you?"

Genesis P-Orridge- "Actually, we've done some research into that with Z'ev, who's much better at cabalistic and numerological matters than I am. He broke down the Mark of the Beast cabalistically; he took 666 and discovered it means SOMA or somatic: the body, but also the magic mushrooms which were psychedelic; the mark identifying which mushrooms a shaman could use for further progression. In other words, it's KNOWLEDGE again, like the apple in the Garden of Eden. Which makes a lot more sense to me..."

What does 666 mean to YOU?

"Right answers" to thee "wrong question":

>From NUIT 56:

666 to me is like this beautiful flower, ya know man? It's like all that beauty in the hole world tied up into one big beautiful not. It's like a rainbow in the ocean and a little slug squirming to safety from

the salt. 666 is where it's at.

\/ OO \___/ ``

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And the CrayDeath responds:

} Just came up with this, so I have yet to grok the full implications. } For some reason, I decided to treat 666 as an octal number. Then I } just converted the thing to decimal; 666 OCT = 438 DEC. This didn't } have much meaning until I considered the individual digits and tried } to sound out a word from them; FOURTHREEEIGHT -> FOuRTHReeeIGHT -> } FORTHRIGHT. Proof that to be forthright is to be evil.

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Quabalistic implications ov DREAMACHINE by A. M. McKenzie

"Thee DREAMACHINE is constructed from Islamic principles, and the form ov Quabalixm used with respect these constructions is essentially Judaic in nature, but as Bysin also knew, thee roots ov this ancient Art stem from precisely the same root: the realisation that sound encapsulated in thee Word, written or spoken, is capable ov dissection in order to ascertain the correspondences and ramifications ov the inner meaning/s

presented by a material manifestation, on all levels.

Written as one word, as Gysin always referred to it,

"DREAMACHINE"

nun-ayin-shin-mem-aleph-resh-daleth <n-aa-sh-m-a-r-d> (read right to left) 50 + 70 + 300 + 40 + 1 + 200 + 4 = 665

plus thee Dreamer (1) = 666

-thee number ov "Thee Beast"...which must be "ridden" to thee unknowable and sacred realms."

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0ne ov me favorites is the refernce to 6 as thee number ov woman...thus "thee Beast" is feminine sexual energy, ie. Sakti or OV...another is that 2 is the number ov humanity, male and female and 3 is thee number of thee divine trinity...so 2 x 3 = 6 thus, "thee Beast" are those who dare to touch their own divinity...despite god's warning to stay clear ov thee "Tree ov Knowledge"

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TRANSMISSION 1.07

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II ---------------->> II <<----------------------------------------------------<<------II------>> Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth II <<--II-->> II <<------II------>> July 23, 1991 ---------------->> II <<----------------------------------------------------II OnLine Transmission V1.07 Ratio Zero

Send all subscription inquiries, submissions, feedback, text, bitching, etc to:

kitsune@u.washington.edu, vajra@u.washington.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------------1) Editors' Statement 2) NOTIFICATION OF TERMINATION OV TOPY DENVER STATION 3) A Death Poem of a Samurai 4) Coummunication: Words & Symbols 5) "Secrets of the Assassins" by Peter Lamborn Wilson 6) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------1)Editors' statement..

Well, for those that have not heard, change is afoot in thee Net-work. In this issue we have a letter from Tom Hallewell, formerly Coyote 12, a guiding force in TOPY NA over thee past five years.

He has decided to give up thee responsibility ov heading thee North American Station in order to concentrate on his Ratio One work.

We applaud his courage and his commitment to inner growth. It often coums to many 'magickal' organizations that thee leadership becoums so wrapped up in thee process ov running the GROUP that they lose track ov their OWN growth, and end up living and teaching a lie. Tom has shown that in TOPY, this too is different.

We hope that those called to take up thee Work that Tom left behind will take his example and will not allow the apparent 'power' [ha ha] that they may get to obscure or even deaden their own Ratio One work.

We dedicate this issue, with L-ov-E, to Tom. Your work will not be forgotten.

l-ov-e: Coyote 129 & Coyote 131

ps: next moonth - thee return ov CHAOS! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------Special Request for Information on: Taoist alchemy & sexual yoga Chaos Magick Chemognosis

Runelore -------------------------------------------------------------------------------2) NOTICE OV TERMINATION OV TOPY STATION DENVER After five yeras ov running thee North America Station, E (Coyote 12) have made thee difficult decision to decrease my level ov involvement in thee Network. After much thought, E have coumcluded that for my own growth, it is necessary to do more Ratio One work, and less Broadcasting. Thee causes for this decision are multiple, let it suffice for me merely to say that E do not see this as an end to my involvement or work within TOPY; it is simply a lowering ov Network-related workload, in order for me to have thee time and money to pursue other interests and long term goals.

TOPY SOL have agreed to take over thee Station; this will be effective immediately. All litters sent to this Station will be automatically forwarded to thee SOL address.

E apologize to all ov you for not replying to any mail for thee last several months; E have had many personal issues to deal with, and thee time and inclination just have not been there for me to put thee effort E feel that your litters deserve.

This will be thee beginning ov a new era within TOPY NA; please be patient with TOPY SOL, they really have no idea what they have gotten themselves into!

TOPY TEXAS will, at coum point in thee near future, be taking over thee merchandising section ov TOPY. Any orders that have already been made through Denver will be honored and taken care ov by DENVER. Please wait

until TEXAS gives the green light before flooding them with orders and inquires; again, thee transition will take time. Bear with us all.

We still aren't sure what to do with thee World Domination Club; butter for thee time being, it will remain here in Denver, and ought to have a new mailer out in a relatively short time.

E thank all ov you for your support, enthusiasm and patience over thee last five yeras, our association will be a memory that E will always cherish. E feel that thee changes will be very positive for thee Network; thee decentralization that many ov you clamored for is upon us.

As for myself, E am relinquishing thee Temple Name Coyote 12, and destroying all sigils performed under that name. E desire to begin a new phase in my involvement with TOPY, and that will be under a new Temple Name, assigned by thee new Station.

Anyone wishing to maintain contact with me can feel free to do so, in care ov thee WDC, whose address is in thee last few CCTs. Be forewarned that E will not discuss thee affairs ov thee former Station, or my reasons for terminating it.

with deep L-ov-E, Tom Hallewell, formerly Coyote 12.

[ note: the address ov TOPY SOL is : Box 33540, San Diego, CA 92163 USA ]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------DEATH POEM OF A SAMURAI

Toshimoto took out of his robe a scroll of paper and, after wiping his neck with it, spread it out and wrote his death poem:

From ancient times the saying comes, "There is no death; there is no life." Indeed, the skies are cloudless And the river waters clear.

Toshimoto then laid down his brush and smoothed his hair with his hand. At that very moment, the blade of the sword flashed behind him; his head fell forward and his body followed, covering the head. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------I just finished reading Mishima's SUN & STEEL a lengthy essay on the inadequacy of words...Tzara, Gysin and Burroughs also are disgruntled with the inadequacy of words, all four are writers by profession...and all four are trying different ways of communicating there experience to others via words...Burroughs pointed out the problem with words...which is that to read a little voice must read the words...this little voice is inside our head...and thus the agents of control infiltrate our minds by us reading there propaganda...by reading a sign or headline, etc. my own inner voice speaks those written words...thus i may believe them as true because my own little voice spoke to me...there is a scholarly book which Burroughs often quotes from on this subject...the title and author escapes me at the time...but such verbalizing of writing leads to discursive thought...the noisy, unattractive thoughts of us/them, here/there, subject/object, mine/other...Burroughs suggested stopping this "voice of authority" by using language based on pictures

...ideally hieroglyphics...but chinese and japanese charachters are based on pictures also..."sunset" is written by juxtaposing the symbol for "sun" which looks like the sun with that of "tree" which looks like a tree...thus the word "sunset" looks like a sunset...the sun just on the horizon behind a tree...and Mishima (who writes in japanese) still found this inadequate to communicate properly...for him action was the only pure communication...action as symbol? a single perfect note from a bamboo flute which induces enlightenment.... holding a single flower aloft...cutting an apple in two to actualize its center...Mishima denies that action is a symbol for anything else... an action undifiled by discursive thought...that is an action as it really is...pure action=pure consciousness...so what did Mishima communicate by his seppuku (ritual suicide)? i am skeptickal as to any real comunication...i fall back on the Zen saying that there is "Nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to know."

Any thoughts on this subject would be appreciated...

somewhere suspended between the sky & the sea nowhere else to be

L-ov-E COYOTE 131 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------[ ok, so heres the story - E lost coum ov thee files for this moonth >oops< and E thought 'Hey, what am E gonna fill thee space with?' so, E dug into meye little folder o' delights and came up with coum writings from Ilsa VanHook (ilsa@well.sf.ca.us). She

fits right in. E didn't ask for her permission to distribute this, and E know shes gonna see it - so: If it makes you mad Ilsa, sorry! L-ove & Kisses, Coyote 129 ]

Explanatory Chart v---------Abandoned KRELL Technology----------v +----<Adam Weishaupt<-------------|-------------->Bavarian Illuminati | | |------->Franz Mesmer<--^ | |

| Helena Petrovna Blavatsky | | |

Otto Messmer------v | | | v------------+ | AaronSpelling

| "Aryan" Mysticism | | | | | |

Felix the Cat

+-----------v----Project Bluebook | | |

"Frank Edwards" / | Earl Holliman / | Angie Dickinson

/ Weird Stuff Warehouse +--------------+ | Chilly Willy? | +---------------+ }=={ R'lyeh } } } }

| Brad & Francie Steiger / | | _______________/ /

+----->SANRIO>--{ Hello Kitty { Tuxedo Sam Squirt | Fresca | Pocari Sweat

}=={ Hollow Earth

{ Little Twin Stars }=={ The Two { Zashikibuta { My Melody }=={ ?

}=={ Tzara death plot }

We will pitch our tents in the campfire of the Lord and offer up sacrifices of live scientists. It will be a happy time. Embossers will live off the

fat of the land. The lion and the cow and the hippy chick will lie down in a field of poppies; their little machetes will do them no good.

You and i will breathe helium and go to wake them up before too long.

La, mister lion! Wake up! La, mistress hippy chick! We will lead them, in their drowsy state, to the zeppelin hangar. We will induce them to don the special gutta-percha flight suits that will protect them from the terrible high-altitude phlogiston winds.

At this height, geography is not so cumbersome. It becomes apparent that office building lights are pixels in fatbits mode illuminating the whorls and arches peculiar to fingerprints. Our little mammalian brains are racing very quickly now, threatening an unsettling revelation. The helium-enhanced voices on the intercom do not soothe any longer. The pulse of blood in our ears slams against our eardrums. The last thing we remember is Mister Lion holding the test instruments in the phlogiston wind. He is leaning far out of the gondola. Fat blue phlogiston sparks are creeping up the handle towards him. Suddenly we can see valves and relays inside the instruments; it seems that their titanium panels have developed transparent splotches where they face the wind.

The moth-baby shook violently and woke up one of the guards. This one rolled across the wide lawn toward her, pushing her back in the cage. She cried. She got sick. It was very quiet, and the moth-baby imagined that the whole world could hear her vomit.

Then she stopped vomiting and began dry-retching. She did not find this much

more pleasant. Her abdomen was very tired, and she wanted very much to sleep. Sometimes she dozed off, but she always awoke in convulsions, trying to throw up the contents of her empty moth-belly.

Just before dawn, she coughed up a piece of track from a main battle tank. That was the first. Every few minutes she retched, and sometimes something would come up. The first day there was the tank track, a napkin dispenser, some rebar and a stapler. The next day, things seemed to come out even faster. She worried that her cage might fill up, and she would be forced out, which would attract the guards. By the third day, she had a poinsettia, a volleyball net, a translucent plastic glove, a tennis trophy, christmas tree lights, lumps of paraffin, a sled, a pinecone, a Miami transit map, brushed aluminum drawer handles, an eyeglass repair kit, ceramic insulators, a Kawasaki clutch cable, an empty Ramones CD jewel box, a pair of safety scissors, a wasabi root, saxophone reeds, a Barbie-sized oxygen mask, sand, worry beads, a scarab beetle, a circular saw blade, semaphore flags, a bakelite scotty dog, fishing sinkers, cheese seals, a portable phonograph, a dowsing rod, sugarcane, a bottle rocket, a lawn chair and a stuffed giraffe.

She tried and tried to cough up a curved metal box inscribed "front towards enemy", but could not control her talent.

Our tormentors are always the most sympathetic. Especially the Etruscans, with their moist pink snouts and cleverly woven hair extensions. I remember them floating face-down in the fountain by my favorite restaurant. I was fifteen, and i was trying out my new electronic stud finder. I remember them taking me to an all-night recycling center. Someone was whistling

Bridge Over the River Kwai. I remember them having spongy hands, with fingers that came off when you bit them.

They wanted me to tell them about disaster models, they had all kinds of pictures of flood, hurricane, accident victims. I don't think they believed that I couldn't get them calendars and t-shirts; it was hard to tell what they meant or what they wanted . They videotaped me, asking me if I had ever been in a fire, a flood, anything. Then they insisted I make something up, talk about how my home was destroyed by earthquakes.

They kept saying oh, how terrible when the camera was on; like I said, sympathetic. They put dirt on me, then helped me brush it off, saying oh, how terrible.

An old man with one of those plastic necks drove up to drop off some aluminum cans. He got back in his car and didn't start it for a long time.

She watched ungulates washing up on the shore. They had their sleeves pushed up to their elbows and were chattering about the latest Rae Tracy, virtual girl detective, video.

She watched ungulates wash up on the beach. She was sure now that the ocean was mostly ground glass; the waves were too hard and sparkly for it to be otherwise. And the paint was already wearing off of the sand dunes. Green fiberglas was showing through the most weathered spots.

Hundreds of ungulates had washed up with the last tide, clogging drains and

decorating the beach. She decided to take casts of the decaying beasts. She put on hip boots and the gas mask. She loaded the foam gun.

[ Intermisson ]

I am the incarnation of evil. I will lick your face when you get out of your car and you will know fear. I will keep your parents in a bottle at the bottom of my purse where they will be forever pushed about by the sunglasses, kohl pencil and kleenex. I will steal your socks. When you are dead, i will give you a passing or failing grade. I will weigh your heart against a dried bat. I will look you up in the phone book and enumerate your sins on network television. I will judge you on the Richter scale. I will chain myself to your coffin.

But you haven't suffered enough! I will lick your face and bring you back to life. The terror of the situation will slowly become apparent to you. In the summer, i will kiss your ears. In the winter, i will kiss your eyes. In the spring, i will kiss your nose. In the fall, i will kiss your mouth. You will die again, and i will kiss the rest of you on your funeral pyre. We will be consumed by a hideous orange pillar of flame that screams, deafening, to the sky. I will put your ashes into my purse, where your parents in their

bottle will now have to dust constantly wherever the ashes settle. You will become friends with whatever lint and crumbs you can find.

But still you haven't suffered enough! I will lick your face and you will return to life. Your eyes will be wide with panic as you realize your position. I will make you so happy. I will tease you, and call you names, and lick your face, and you will be so terrified that your heart will stop but i will keep licking your face; i will not let you die. I promise you will always be my favorite zombie. I will hold you, forever, closest to my heart. I will let you enter a contest. It is a contest to see who can drive, blindfolded, closest to the gap in the Bay Bridge without falling in. After your car is pulled from the bay, i will supervise the embalming of your body. I will replace your internal organs with meatloaf and your blood with honey. But your new eyes of tourmaline set in quartz will make me reconsider; i will sit up for years staring at your corpse and wondering: "Have you suffered enough, my greatest love? Could i cause you any more suffering?"

And although you will be desiccated and crispy, i will lick your face once again. And as you awake to this horror your rictus will soften slowly away and your body will be restored again to caressable flesh.

You will think you are dreaming. I will let you dream only of me. And when we go out, people will stare at your quartz and tourmaline eyes. They will be scarred by the invisible needles of the lasers stimulated by the electrical storm in your brain. And when we go out, you will open your veins to sweeten my tea with your blood. I will take you to visit your old friends, who will wonder at your appearance, and be amazed at the complicated hieroglyphic tattoos that appear on their bodies as your eyes wander over them. Everyone will ask how a man this dead could be this beautiful. But i will explain to them that you are not dead, you cannot be dead as long as i exist. It is my love that makes you live. It is my love for your suffering and terror.

Nobody takes me seriously.

No one will rescue you. There will be no one to take you from me. Even if you were to escape me, no one could remove the lingering horror from your mind. With me, you will understand incomprehensible things. You will believe incredible things. I will polish you to an impossible brightness. Only the smoke of my breath will hide you from view. I will heat you to a white heat. I will mark your incandescent skin with my fingernails.

Even i cannot believe how happy i will make you.

And yet, you will wish you were not His Endlessness at all, but unfeeling, inert and cold beneath the earth. You will seek Death in ever more clever and subtle ways and, at length, find him in spite of my attentiveness. You will have learned how to hurt me, my ancient and powerful love. And i will leave you at last as all mortals truly desire to be-undisturbed by thought, feeling or experience. And i will go on through the aeons alone, troubled by your absence, always wondering, "Is it really possible that you have suffered enough? Was my love somehow imperfect? Can i never reawaken your fear, your desire?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------> End ov TOPY ONline v1.07 < --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------1) Editorial 2) AMOUR FOU 3) CHAOS 4) ASSASSINS by Peter Lamborn Wilson 5) Thee CAMPOUT 6) Current Velocity by Funky Chicken -------------------------------------------------------------------------------1) Here we are at another Equinox...and with a beautiful Full Moon to light up thee Night as we touch our selves and make our selves wH0LE... got some good news and some bad news...thee good news is CHAOS is back in print (see 2) thee bad news is that we WILL no longer include it in thee Transmissions...go buy it...it is X-cellent...

COYOTE=KALI

"Change only comes from the barrel of a gun!" -Mao Tse Tung -------------------------------------------------------------------------------2) Hakim Bey's CHAOS is reprinted in a larger book called _TAZ_ (Temporary Autonomous Zone) by Autonomedia. It contains all the shorter essays which he's had published in zines as well as a lovely essay on pirate utopias and autonomy. Discovering bey's writings in a zine: always a cause for celebration. finding a whole new book? jamboree in edge city.

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Chapter 3

AMOUR FOU

Amour fou is not a Social Democracy, it is not a Parliament of Two. The minutes of its secret meetins deal with meanings too enormous but too precise for prose. Not this, not that -its Book of Emblems trembles in your hand.

Naturally it shits on schoolmasters & police, but it sneers at liberationists & ideologues as well -it is not a cleam will-lit room. A topological charlatan laid out its corridors & abandoned parks, its ambush-decor of luminous black & membranous maniacal red.

Each of us owns half the map -like two renaissance potentates we define a new culture with our anathematized mingling of bodies, merging of liquids -the Imaginal seams of our City-state blur in our sweat.

Ontological anarchism never came back from its last fishing trip. So long as no one squeals to the FBI, CHAOS cares nothing for the future of civiliaztion. Amour fou breeds only by accident -its primary goal is ingestion of the Galaxy. A conspiracy of transmutation.

Its only concern for the Family lies in the possibility of incest (Grow your own!" "Every human a Pharoah!") -O most sincere of reader, my semblance, my brother/sister! -& in the masturbation of a child it finds concealed (like a japanese-paper-flower-pill) the image of the crumbling of the State.

Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back. The Surrealists disgraced themselves by selling amour fou to the ghost-machine of Abstraction -they sought in their uncosciousness only power over others, & in this they followed de Sade (who wanted "freedom" only for grown-up whitemen to eviscerate women & children).

Amour fou is saturated with its own aesthetic, it fills itself to the borders of itself with the trajectories of its own gestures, it runs on angels' clocks, it is not a fit fate for commisars & shopkeepers. Its ego evaporates in the mutability of desire, its communal spirit withers in the selfishness of obsession.

Amour fou involves non-ordinary sexuality the way sorcery demands non-ordinary consciousness. The anglo-saxon post-Protestant world channels all its suppressed sensuality into advertising & splits itself into clashing mobs: hysterical prudes vs. promiscuous clones & former-ex-singles. AF doesn't want to join anyone's army, it takes no part in the Gender Wars, it is bored by equal opportunity employment (in fact it refuses to work for a living), it doesn't complain, doesn't explain, never votes & never pays

taxes.

AF would like to see every bastard ("lovechild") come to term & birthed -Af thrives on anti-entropic devices -AF loves to be molested by children -AF is better than prayer, better than sinsemilla -AF takes its own palm-trees & moon wherever it goes. AF admires tropicalismo, sabotage, break-dancing, Layla & Manjun, the smells of gunpowder & sperm.

AF is always illegal, whether it's disguised as a marriage or a boyscout troop -always drunk, whether on the wine of its own secretions or the smoke of its own polymorphous virtues. It is not the derangement of the senses but rather their apotheosis -not the result of freedom but rather its precondition. Lux et voluptas.

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I. A Fatimid Chrestomathy

On the seventeenth of Ramazan, Hassan II, upon whose mention be peace... caused his followers to come to Alamut. They raised four great banners...white red yellow & green...at the four corners of the minbar. At noon he came down

from the fortress & in a most perfect manner mounted the pulpit. Baring his sword he cried: O inhabitants of the worlds, djinn, men & angels! Someone has come to me in secret from the Imam, who has lifted from you the burden of the Law & brought you to the Resurrection. Then he set up a table & seated the people to break the fast. On that day they showed their joy with wine & repose.

II. The Chains of the Law

Metaphysics abandons the city: all the greystone angels which decorate the bridge come to life & flap heavily up into the low mist. Everything on either side of the skin falls subject to doubt. Quick! reconstruct something to outlive this betrayal...

The cupbearer...call him the Saki for the sake of style...remains when all else fails; and desire, the unhealed wound. Sometimes a crack opens between the two, like the rose I set between myself & the Saki. Everything else is losing its grip: a spectral flight of luminous gulls across the low grey sky, over the bridge.

And the Law abandons us, another ponderous escape of stone angels. I have no reason to love the Law...why should I? Must I refuse the wine i

the cup & the shaman's embroidered robe, all to pay a price? no realization without Law, sin & hell? the city's redsmoke image!

Now darkness...in the darkness appears another angel...no way of knowing if it can be trusted...certainly not carved of stone...it looks like the Saki...it filters into the imagination like trembling smoke. It opens this book, A Fatimid Chrestomathy: on a certain day an angelic yout ascended a throne on a mountaintop in lost Persia, announcing that the chains of the Law have been broken.

I have no idea who is speaking, who is being spoken to. I swear by my pen I do not believe or disbelieve. The mist closes over the bridge like tuberculosis.

(London) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------4)TOPY Campout 1991

Listen... listen... listen...five beautiful wolf-angels spent eight days, where forest meets sea, exploring a rocky beach, themselves and each other... Why do the hike-in's always have to be such traumatic events? But we did get a feel for how untransversible rain forest can be when we had to flee the incoming tide by scaling that hill... think positive... "that which does not kill me makes me stronger"-Nietsche after staying that first night on a very imense beach...we scouted out a

more secluded spot three or four miles south of sands point trail head... there overlooking a stretch of rocky beach, tide pools and "scaries" we made our home for the next week...that very night we did our first group rite...a rope ritual that jason led....tied left-hand to our neighbor's right and right-hand to our neighbor's left...we sat in a circle and contemplated how we had willingly bound ourselves to each other and to TOPY which was represented by the rope...we moved out onto the beach...testing our bounds, dancing and singing..."we circle around, we circle around...wearing our long wing feathers...." then we cut thee physical rope which bound us together...but during our stay there we left knotted lengths about our wrists...badges of our L-ov-E... on tuesday night which was a very special evening E saw me first northern lights...it began as a shimmering white sheet...but then it spread rainbow rays upwards...covering Big Dipper completely with red...thee colour ov KALI...on wednesday evening we held our first sweat...we drummed and chanted songs to all our "relations"...heating thee rocks to an eiry red-glowing, translucency...once inside we poured water on thee rocks...thee waves ov steam were almost too much...facing thee flames outside our lodge with me eyes closed E saw swirling, dancing images similiar to using thee Dreamachine...thee combination ov heat, chanting and deep breathing was very mind altering...it was as if E was hollow and a flame which began in me perianum...burned higher twirling around itself...up and out thee top ov me head...E then calmed myself enough to ask for water...but was incapable of holding thee bottle...one ov me dear brothers had to for me...thee next sweat was during thee day, thee stones seemed hotter and we burned resin...thee waves ov steam were too much this timE and as E lay on me back trying to breath...E realize one ov me greatest fears...being a

vegetable from an accident or stroke...though a painful and draining experience...this second sweat was also very cleansing....friday... a day filled with "torchure and mootiltlation"...among which was our MOONDANCE (combination ball- and sun-dance)...bradley and E pierced ourselves in thee chest above thee left nipple...mine entry and exit points were about an inch apart and then line was pulled through...we then pierced an apple each...threaded thee line through the apple and then tied thee end to a tree branch...as we danced thee others drummed...it seemed timeless...but E watched thee moon rise above thee trees...at first it hurt but as E begin to get thee apple bouncing about in thee air thee pain left...thee bouncing apple was hypnotic to watch and thee line was pulling me skin away from me chest by a couple ov inches...it felt as if E was flying and at one point E felt as if a hand was massaging my heart...and E was overcome by a great sense ov L-ov-E... every thing was very vivid and colours seemed to become very bright and shift in spectrum...we danced until thee line wore threww thee apples and then finally broke...afterwards we performed a group sigil...we agreed on a combination ov a group focal point, but to also incorporate our own sigils...so within a huge sigil which stretched from the edge ov thee forest to thee sea...there six sections one for each ov our sigils and an empty space for our dream lovers...we anointed each other and thee remainder was poured on thee sand for our dream-lovers as well as thee network as a whole and its sigil we had drawn, upon thee fire and into thee sea as offerings to thee respective spirits...it was me first group sigil and though it could have been more dynamic it was still very powerful...thee following day our last full day at thee campsite...a few of us decided to indulge in psychedelics...thee three ov us took a hike up along thee beach...past an incredibly huge, flat,

sandy beach which stretched out forever it seemed, thee entire length filled with jellyfish washed ashore...an LSD nightmare...past a rocky point with beautiful tidal pools...past cambodian temples and gigantic bonsai tress...past a valkyrie with waist length golden braids...past vince from france...past thee ravens' impenetrable fortress...we sat on thee beach and watched the sun dance on thee sea...E picked up a white crystal stone which seemed to pulsate with its own inner light...E realized then that E was peaking so E kissed my brothers goodbye and left them behind...bones bleached on thee beach...and began walking back to thee campsite...stopping twice...once to howl in thee cave-tunnel and another when a lone man stopped and asked me where "we" were...it was hard to keep from laughing in his face...giving an esoteric answer like, "we are standing in thee middle ov thee Pure Land ov thee Fine Dharma" or cutting his throat...as E walked back E shape changed...a gnarled old sage, a king, a bird flying, a snake slithering, a warrior, a monk, a mad man in an empty land...and thee entire journey thee winds ov timE were howling...like flowers unfolding...when E arrived at thee campsite E could not talk, but E wished to express to gabriel me L-ov-E for him...so while E hugged him E blew in his ear & then he blew in me ear and it sounded just like thee wind howling...and E knew on some level that he understood...a psychick transmission...which E cannot express adequately in words... then E lay on thee beach watching thee sun's arc across thee sky, and as E contemplated thee stange opacity ov thee sky and at thee same time its awesome infinitude...E was horrified and thee sky turned into a blue-black face with three eyes...which took a great bite out ov me...E thought about what E had read in thee Psychedelic Xperience and thee Tibetan Book ov thee Dead and calmed myself by realizing that all things are

objects ov mind including this and that E should become one with my devourer...later E realized that this was essentially thee tantrik evening ritual called "gcod"....E felt renewed...filled with Energy and capable ov doing whatever is needed to be done...E then played in the forest for a while...watching the huge insects fly by with their rainbow coloured tails....at sunset E told gabriel that E realized that today was not thee last day that tomorrow would be quite an adventure hiking out...and for that matter thee day after that would also be filled with adventure and thee next day and so on and even though each ov us might go our own separate paths each ov us would always be right here at this hearth...with all ov our dream-lovers.

a mad love from an empty land Lung sTong sMyonpa (COYOTE 131) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Funkychicken actively studies empathogenic and entactogenic compounds. Wearing Lizards and Ecstatic Shaman motifs, leaving the body. Who scared him into meat? Into shit forever? Hassan I Sabbah whispers, the end of words is at hand. Unblinking lizard eyes? A theory? A Seduction? Only the television idiot box Sign of a Decaying Order's death grip. ISDN? World Band? With limitless possibilities we are frozen. Rabbits in headlights, Unless ourselvings we steal away. 24-hr assault with car alarms, radio alarm clocks, 1 hour lunches, stop signs, high heeled shoes dangled from feet. Who Are?

If a great writer creates his predecessors, then MF shall be the undoing of

Derrida, Baudrillard, Hakim Bey, Peter Lambourn Wilson, Foucault, Bataille, Wittgenstein, Bob Black, RAWilson, and Henry.

The Entire Path is achieved in a Single Step.

I AM The Real.

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4.01.1 - i'm back, editorial by Coyote 129 4.01.2 - PSYCHICK, from 'Thee Definitions ov Psychick Youth' 4.01.3 - COYOTE DANCING IN A NEW Y-ERA 4.01.4 - KALI DANCING IN A NEW Y-ERA 4.01.5 - The Naming Of An Age 4.01.6 - Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth North America Logo (.gif)

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4.01.1 - i'm back!

Well, it has been a long time. many changes have occured in my existence since thee last time i edited a TRANSMISSION. when TRANSMISSION 0.75 came out in November of 1990, i had no idea what changes and growth were in store, both for me and thee Temple. i am pleased that TOPY has been there for me during this time. i hope i can always be around in the future when thee Temple needs my help.

i'd also like to thank C131 for keeping TRANSMISSIONS alive, thru my periods of net drought and other times. i hope i can help return the favor, and keep the output up to the same standard.

there are other changes that would have been out of the realm of possibilty just a few months ago:

* TOPY will have its own Internet site by next months TRANSMISSION. * TOPY will open more Action Points in 1994 than ever before. * more TOPY material will be available online. * TOPY will begin to take a more public role in sharing it tenets.

Many of these changes are directly possible because of the evolution that TOPY has had to undergo after the decision to seperate our activities from the activities of Psychic TV. In retrospect, thee Network can see that that decision, however hard it was, was the right one! 1994 is the year that TOPY "comes of age". Psychick Youth, all grown up! stay tuned....

Thee Frantic love ov passion: Coyote 129

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4.01.2 - PSYCHICK From 'Thee Definitions ov Psychick Youth' Published in BROADCAST issue 4/5, 1993

* Manifestation of an enhanced and focused perception developed by creating a state of mind where the intuitive/creative faculties of the subconscious mind can interrelate with the ordinary state of consciousness, thus normally suppressed and/or ignored data can be analyzed or used in a constructive manner to assist in one's personal evolutionary path. Psychick is to psychic what magick is to magic. Lack of the 'k' usually implies sleight-of-hand 'hocus-pocus' tricks.

* PSY- 23rd letter of the Greek alphabet CHI- daoism - great breath, the soul, life. * The deliberate modification of the Self by internal means, influencing one's behavior through thought, meditation, analysis. In the equation 'as above, so below', psychick magick would be affecting 'below', the microcosm. * The term itself can be taken to imply paranormally talented young people, --More--(19%) [3646/19078]<n>=set current to n, TAB=next unread, /=search pattern, ^K)ill/select,a)uthor search, B)ody search, c)atchup, f)ollowup, K=mark read,|=pipe, m)ail, o=print, q)uit, r)eply mail, s)ave, t)ag, w=postThread 8 of 8 (page 6): TRANSMISSIONS 4.01

the psy-chicks, who are the Maat mutants forming the evolutionary wave of homo veritas. It is what happens when one is tuned in. 'I don't have to tell you, and it's better, sweeter if I don't.' (See also magick)

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4.01.3 - COYOTE DANCING IN A NEW Y-ERA

As thee focus ov thee recent Event hosted by TOPY TERRA, there was a Ball-Dance...in which E actively participated...E was thee first to finish stringing my tangellos and bells [six ov each]...and carrying them to thee piercing area...i was greated by thee master piercer..."Are all ov those for you?", he asked smiling devilishly...E said, "Yes.", to which he repied that we should begin with me...thee actual piercing did not feel as painful as E thought it would, but thee weight upon these fresh "wounds" was much more painful than E expected...finally after waiting for fourteen others to be pierced by thee three piercers present...WE

moved out into thee underground tunnel in which we had gathered, formed a circle and chanted...thee drumming began...moving was painful at first... but quickly thee Endorphines kicked in...thee weights upon my back tugged in such a way that it felt as if E had wings...flying is an accurate descriptor ov my Experience...E did not notice thee first couple ov balls to fall off...but when thee final ball flew off...E was englufed in a tidal wave ov Pure Pleasure...that filled me with such JOY that E felt far too big for that bunker...or for this world...at that moment E Empowered my Sigil which consisted ov verbal and somatic parts... each ov us dance together...but each for our own goals...after each ov us had finished dancing...we gathered in a circle...holding hands...allowing thee Energy to flow through sweating blood streaked bodies...chanting... or just breathing...allowing our"selves" to get used to this world again...

amour fou, coyote 131

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4.01.4 - KALI DANCING IN A NEW Y-ERA

TOPY LUNA participated in a New Y-era Event in thee Bay Area...it was beautiful to see such a gathering ov Tribes...Topi, IOT, Magickal Allies, Rainbow Queers, thee Family...in a rather impromptu way, based on some loose ideas, TOPY LUNA led a KALI Rite, in which some 50 allies particpated...WE explained that we were wanting to Evoke KALI, so as to

shed from our lives whatever we had been carrying around for thee last y-era that was no longer useful like a snake sheds its old skin...we called thee quarters, Evoking Elementals while focusing upon thee coresponding regions ov thee Body...a Magickal Ally read a passage about thee GODDESS [in thee first person]...E described HER powers ov destruction/creation while my brothers c236 & c25 distributed pieces ov a 15' snake shed for people to focus upon that object what they desired to shed from their lives and while c236 danced within and shed a red tube ov clothe as a visual example ov thee Emotional process in which we were engaged...we chanted "SHE IS DARKNESS COMING INTO LIGHT!"...c236 led us out beneatth thee Night Sky and we gathered around thee bon fire...at which time/place E instructed those gathered to fling into thee Fire thee snake shed along with that which we wished to shed from our lives, but only when they were really ready to let it go...i blew a horn thrice and asked those who participated to sometime that night look up into HER Darkness ov thee Night Sky and say thanks for a freshly plowed field upon which new seeds may be flung...

a mad l-ov-e from an empty land, coyote 131

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4.01.5 - The Naming Of An Age By: al677@cleveland.Freenet.Edu USA, 1992

Here we are, all in this together, plummeting helter-skelter toward a new century, a new millennium, a new Age, and it's not too early to begin thinking about what we shall call it. The naming of an Age is not something to be taken lightly, after all, and if we wait too long we will eventually lose the right to name our new Age ourselves, leaving the task to some post-historic nerd who has no real feel for just what it is that makes us tick. It is important that we name our Age now, while it is fresh and clear in our minds.

We give names to Ages in history on the basis of some characteristic which, from our point of view, is a significant and central aspect of a culture. The name should be short and convenient, and should evoke an immediate image of what the times were like, while carrying a specific and unique flavor that distinguishes this Age from all others. It is also important to note that Ages have been coming closer and closer together lately -- the Industrial Age, the Atomic Age, the Space Age, the Electronic Age, the Computer Age, the Information Age, all rushing down on us in a hailstorm of historical importance until they overlap and blur together like the pages of a cartoon flipbook. Our new Age should have a name that is truly distinctive, that sets it apart from mere technological labels and touches the core of our place in cultural history. A name that immediately identifies the essence of who and what we are.

Bearing all of this in mind, I suggest that we christen our new Age 'The T-Shirt Age.'

Before you scoff and sneer, consider the evidence. What specific aspect of

our culture could better represent who we are as a people, our tastes, our art, our politics, our world view, our philosophy? You may think that the T-Shirt is a trite and banal image, undignified and unfit for the grand purpose of identifying an entire Age of history. And perhaps it is trite. But do not dismiss it out of hand solely for that reason.

Think of the symbolism here. The very nature of the T-shirt illustrates our place in history with eloquence. It represents our penchant for off-the-rack, mass-produced, interchangeable personalities, slipped on easily and worn with smug arrogance. Who we are is encapsulated in our T-shirts, whether plain and bland or adorned with caricatures, aphorisms, profanity or meaningless patterns. We have no need to develop complexities of soul and mind; our views on any subject can be stated in a cartoon and a caption, emblazoned on our proud, out-thrust chests. Our politics and ways of life are slogans and jingoisms of twelve words or less: if it can't be read on a T-shirt from across the room, it's too complex to bother with. The ever popular 'Shit Happens' T-shirt is a poetically concise, eloquent expression of our apathetic indifference to the constant slings and arrows of our outrageous world, and our firm belief that there's nothing we can do about it anyway.

Our infatuation with amusing ourselves and our adoration of entertainers -actors, rock groups, sports figures, religious and political leaders -- are epitomized by the T-shirt. We strut our likes and dislikes publicly and uninvited, advising all who cross our paths that we love Hulk Hogan and Freddy Kreuger, Axel Rose or Vanna White, Jimmy Swaggart, Ronald McDonald, or Hot Babes With Bodacious Hooters.

The T-shirt crosses all social lines. Everyone wears them, from factory worker to clergyman to teenager to executive. The one-sizefits-all mentality is the perfect representation of our homogeneity, our distaste for individuality, our distrust of anything different, and our passion for imposing equality at the expense of excellence. T-shirts know no boundaries. Age, occupation, economic status, race, gender, physical condition: T-shirts are the same for everyone.

T-shirts are fashionably informal, and we are a culture obsessed with fashion and disdainful of formality. We wear them to work, to play, to church and to socialize, to make an impression and to make love. They're universally accepted, and acceptance is of paramount importance to us.

We are a wash-n-wear culture, a society on the go, in love with convenience. You can change from your work T-shirt to your tennis T-shirt to your going-out-to-dinner T-shirt without losing more than a moment of your valuable time. The T-shirt requires virtually no care or attention. They do wear out periodically, but then, so do our ideals, and you can pick up new ones at any drug store or corner gas mart. They're cheap, easy, disposable; simply toss them aside and don another. It'll stretch to fit anything, giving it some resemblance to our belief in political speeches and the national debt.

So despite the misgivings you may have had, you can surely see that the T-shirt is a remarkably appropriate emblem for our Age. One might even say it suits us to a T.

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Contact Has Been Established....

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++++++ ++++++ TRANSMISSIONS +++ +++ + + Thee Electronic Journal of TOPYNA

+++ +++ ++++++ ++++++ Edition 4.02 + p23 + Timefix: 2.23.1994 ev

++++++ ++++++ + + +++++ Contact: alamut@netcom.com (Coyote 129) vajra@u.washington.edu (Coyote 131)

+++++++++++++++++++ Lbh ner ab ybatre n fynir +++++++++++++++++++++++ 4.02.0 - Menu

4.02.1 - editorial by Coyote 129 4.01.2 - TOPY Internet Archive site listing ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4.02.1 - Editorial

Well, its happening. As of 2.17.1994 Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth got a new home on the Internet. Our new home is much nicer for a variety of reasons, not the least being that we no longer have to worry about disk quotas and will be able to put up a much larger volume of data. the anonymous FTP site should be active by the end of this week`. a listing of the available files is appended.

other changes include setting up the TRANSMISSIONS subscription list as a mailing list... if you would like to send mail to the list, address

your message to:

topy-allies@riapub.com

this list will be archived, and perhaps in time, the TRANSMISSIONS digest will be merely a digest of the mailing list. we will see.

if you are an active sigilizer and you are reading this, please contact me.

ever growing, ever changing c129 alamut@netcom.com / max@riapub.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4.02.2 - Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth Internet Archive listing

these are the complete listings as of 2.20.94. we will be publishing a list of additions monthly.

[for those of you who are not familiar with URL's: the listings are in this format:

service://hostname/directory

therefore:

ftp://heimdall.riapub.com/pub/alamut/topy

means ftp to the host 'heimdall.riapub.com' and look in the directory

/pub/alamut/topy

got it?]

Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth Internet Archive Last updated 2.20.1994 ftp://heimdall.riapub.com/pub/alamut/topy -----------------------------[23Magick.txt] Magick By Coyote 23 -----------------------------[Alpha_Theta] ALPHA AND THETA AWARENESS ELF-10C: A NEW BREAKTHROUGH IN STRESS MANAGEMENT 1987 by Alpha Energy Products, Inc. -----------------------------[anethema_ov_zos] THE SERMON TO THE HYPOCRITES An Automatic Writing By Austin Osman Spare -----------------------------[book_ov_pleasure] THE BOOK OF PLEASURE (SELF-LOVE). THE PSYCHOLOGY OF ECSTASY. BY AUSTIN OSMAN SPARE. -----------------------------[burroughs.txt] William Burroughs -- A Sketch John C. Kramer, M.D. Associate Professor, Department of Psychiatry,

University of California of Medicine, Irvine, California 92717. -----------------------------[const.in.cyberspace] Laurence H. Tribe, "The Constitution in Cyberspace" -----------------------------[cut_ups_explained] ~ CUT-UPS SELF-EXPLAINED ~ by Brion Gysin -----------------------------[cut_up_method] a cut_up describing the cut_up technique -----------------------------[cyber.txt] THE BIOCRAFT REPAIR MANUAL Cybernautics: THE FIXER --A New Self-transformation Program Unveiled! by Orfeo -----------------------------[Cyberpunks] C Y B E R P U N K S by Dr. Timothy Leary -----------------------------[cyber_rites] Old Rituals for New Space: Rites de Passage and William Gibson's Cultural Model of Cyberspace By David Tomas -----------------------------[Dada] Dada is...

-----------------------------[Dada Nazis] Dada, Merz, and a National Socialist Party party by Sibyl Moholy-Nagy -----------------------------[egregore] Notes on the role of the historical Egregore in modern Magic, by Fra.: U.D. -----------------------------[Focus_ov_Life] Focus_ov_Life By Austin Osman Spare -----------------------------[genesis] ~ Genesis P-Orridge ~ by Charles Neal -----------------------------[GreyBook.txt] What TOPY is and does. V2.0 USA 1988 -----------------------------[HERETOGO.TXT] ~ THE CUT-UP METHOD OF BRION GYSIN ~ From Re/Search -----------------------------[Immortality] ~ IMMORTALITY ~ by William S. Burroughs ------------------------------

[InfoWar.txt] NOTHING SHORT OV A TOTAL WAR (STANZA L). by Genesis P-Orridge -----------------------------[init.txt] A Redefinition ov Initiation Coyote12 -----------------------------[intopy.txt] The following interview between AntiClock Wise and Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth London Access Point was conducted by mail. It is meant to give a general picture of TOPY, for more specific info contact TOPY. It should also be pointed out that the subject of this piece is NOT the band Psychic TV. -----------------------------[intro.txt] ~ An Introduction to the Temple Ov Psychick Youth ~ c:1984 (much has changed) -----------------------------[Jaron.TXT] Jaron Lanier interview taken from OMNI magazine, Jan '91. -----------------------------[Kali.txt] The Manifestation of Kali in Universe as an Astrophysical Anomaly By Persona Navitae 353. -----------------------------[leary001.txt] Load & Run High-tech Paganism-Digital Polytheism

By Timothy Leary and Eric Gullichsen -----------------------------[Legal_Cyberspace] Cyberspace and the Legal Matrix: Laws or Confusion? From: elrose@well.sf.ca.us (Lance Rose) -----------------------------[life_and_works-of_reich] ~ THE LIFE AND WORKS OF WILHELM REICH ~ The Sex-Economic and Orgone Biophysical Discoveries of a Great Natural Scientist -----------------------------[lilly_interview] ~ John C. Lilly interviewed by Rebecca McClen & David Jay Brown ~ -----------------------------[lsd_probchild] LSD - My Problem Child Albert Hofmann -----------------------------[luna_manifesto] Thee Manifesto ov TOPY luna, Tacoma, WA -----------------------------[Manifesto.txt] MANIFESTO IN CLEAR LANGUAGE by Antonin Artaud -----------------------------[natural_fascism] NATURE'S ETERNAL FASCISM ------------------------------

[NewPhysex] Scientific Sex Magick Coyote12 12-23-89 -----------------------------[new_realities] ~ Are new realities more or less real? ~ Fears and optimism about artificial worlds [Taken from U.S.News & World Report, January 28, 1991] -----------------------------[no_knickers_for_dada] NO KNICKERS FOR DA DA NO COPYRIGHT 1990 DADA ACTION GROUP -----------------------------[On_War_and_Religion] OF EAGLES, HAWKS AND DOVES by Maureen Martin -----------------------------[Oranur_Experiment] ~ THE ORANUR EXPERIMENT ~ by Wilhelm Reich An Abstract for Anti-nuclear Activists -----------------------------[PHREAK.TXT] As the judge said, "some take to heroin, some take to telephones" -----------------------------[psychedelic_experience] ~ The Psychedelic Experience ~ A manual based on the Tibetan Book of the Dead By Timothy Leary, Ph.D., Ralph Metzner, Ph.D., & Richard Alpert, Ph.D.

-----------------------------[Psychick_Graffiti] Texts from the 1990 Psychick Graffiti TOPY Mailer -----------------------------[Psychic_TV] ~ PSYCHIC TV ~ Interview from by Charles Neal taken from Tape Delay '87 -----------------------------[PTVInt.txt] ~ An Interview with PSYCHIC TV by Sandy Charron ~ Recorded on "Synesthesia" program WZBC 4:21:84 -----------------------------[quantum.txt] QUANTUM MAGIC REALITY AS DESCRIBED BY QUANTUM MECHANICS -----------------------------[sleepchamber_interview] Sleep Chamber interview conducted by Pharaoh Chromium 93 and Tank Bitch INTERVIEW WITH JOHN ZEWIZZ 8/18/92 -----------------------------[sorceries_ov_zos] sorceries_ov_zos From 'Cults of the Shadow' by Kenneth Grant -----------------------------[SymbolSystems] Symbol Sytems for you and E... by Pharaoh Chromium -----------------------------[the_trickster]

THE RIDDLE OF THE TRICKSTER a cross-cultural overview by Thunderspud of Dragonfhain -----------------------------[Throttle.txt] THEE THROTTLE by Genesis P-Orridge -----------------------------[topyFAQ.txt] Frequently Asked Questions V1.02 Ratio Zero -----------------------------[topyna.gif] Thee logo ov Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth North America -----------------------------[transmissions] /directory Archive of all TRANSMISSIONS, TOPY online Magazine -----------------------------[troel1.txt] ~ The Revolution of Everyday Life ~ [Chapter 1] by Raoul Vaneigem -----------------------------[VR.txt] Virtual Reality: Directions of Growth Notes from the SIGGRAPH '90 Panel -----------------------------[what_is_dada] Like everything in life, Dada is useless.

Dada is without pretension, as life should be. -----------------------------[whats_words_worth] Whats Words Worth? by Coyote 12 <a must read!> -----------------------------[WR_and_orgone] ~ Wilhelm Reich & Orgone Biophysics ~ by Pharaoh Chromium 93 -----------------------------[ZosKia.txt] ~Austin Osman Spare and the Zos Kia Cultus~ plus ~The Death Posture and the New Sexuality~ -----------------------------++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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