Thursday, December 3, 2009

THC: Another Kind of Smoke

The transgression of theater and therefore of human thought and dreams of purple super-trouper lights are gonna find you shining like the sun - in three stages.

T - Tragedy
H - History
C - Comedy

Our Play:

From beyond Uranus we tumble into the world of Time and Times, and unto the Solar Deity. For now, as we hurtle toward the Earth and yon, look - as we go by - look at the Great Wanderers in the Sky.

Dramatis Personae:

Up just ahead is Saturn, its mighty rings the symbol of the binding walls of Time itself. Saturn is The Hotel California. The Letter B. The note Ti (natural) - most common in the music of 1500 to 1800 CE. A probability engine striving for the utmost unification of all transfinite events. Within its icy core, the Akasha: the library of all that has happened is happening and can happen yet, at least for the Time Being. Some call Saturn God, but this is only because they have no idea what God might be, and so must give the name Almighty to the greatest mechanism they can imagine.

Outside of Saturn is beyond Time. Dispatches from this distant shore are unreliable and garbled - non-linear and illogical - and so we call Saturn Seven, as 7 is the most complex of the integral primes and implies the impossibility of the hyperdoxical and super-infinite 8.

Look there, that tiny dot. It is the Majestic Jupiter and will soon grow to fill the limits of our peripheral acuity. Big-Bigger-Biggest. As we draw nigh, you will note a sinewy cable of star-dust that stretches back toward Saturn. The Aural-Optic Nerves. Jupiter, you see is an Eyeball Earhole which operates as both viewer, audience and projector of the Cosmic Melodrama.

It is grossly improper to imagine a sexual orientation to the persona of Jupiter, which is the pitfall of all religious thought throughout history and to this very day. Jupiter is not a fountain-phallus, you Theocrats, nor a tender-teat-for-suckling, o yea Pagans, but an EYE. Your eye. That is All.

Because this is a lonely eye, it sees and projects in 2d, from 5 directions: directly, from left, from right, from above, from below. The secrets of Jupiter can be easily divined by the cinephile, the painter, the tarot occultist, the practiced photographer and the Euclidean Geometer, and in audio by the actor, dancer and acoustic engineer.

In music, Jupiter is the chord that is sometimes called a 'sus' chord or 'sub dominant add four'. It is formed by the notes Do-Fa-Ti (flat) and is common in blues, folk, jazz, country and rock music. This particular combination or progression of tones has the quality of suspension, which is why music of this genre is often played into a fade out over vamp, as opposed to the resolution of the key common to the classical genres.

Numerically, Jupiter is 12, 21 and 42. These numbers are quite normally placid, balanced and playfully funny. The essence of Joviality, Poetic Justice and the Suspension of disbelief called Faith.

Coming up is Mars. The Rising Red Sun. Mars is Christ as he ascends from the Cross, which is simply a metaphor for anti-gravity. The usual dignity of Mars (and Venus) has been confounded by tome after tome of deliberately confusing literature. Mars is but one half of a pair of stereoscopic woof-lenses designed to produce the illusion of the 3rd dimension and sound - an illusion called Elo. Venus is its opposite, implying the Crucified Christ as Gravity and Death. It's just that easy.

As stated, there has been much trickery in regard to the specific orientation of Mars vs. Venus.

Here is the corrected tale of the tape:

Mars: Peace, Eternity, Anti-Gravity, Vipassana Submission, Left Eye and Ear and Hand (freedom), Right Brain, the number 5, the note Sol, the Man Alive, Gimme Five.

Venus: Calamity, Mortailty, Gravity, Homoepathic Paganism, Right Ear and Eye and Hand (law), Left Brain, the number 6, the note La, Sex and Death, Six Feet Under.

These forces work in perfect harmony as the twin serpents of the caduceus, as the platform, the stage and rigging of the Great Cosmic Theater of Electro-Orgasma-Plasma we call good the ol' planet Oit.

A cursory word about Earth and the Moon. These bodies are not Wanderers, not Planets. The Earth is a Hologram and the Moon is the internal emblem of the lens that focuses the image field into the false sphere of curved space. In the fullest sense, the Earth and Moon are the product and tool of the co-ordinated efforts of the Great Planetary Spheres - the product, and not more.

Mercury is tricky. Sometimes called the Thrice Great, Mercury has no real personality at all, not because it is a Zero, but because it defies any label except quick. The secret nature of Mercury is that of a high-speed processor. To enter the sun, one must pass through Mercury much as one must pay a toll at a gate or buy a ticket for a movie. Mercury is all business, and for this reason is sometimes called the Thief. Its power is transmuted and extracted from exterior sources.

In music Mercury is the Octave, a note in perfect harmony with Do, the first note of the scale. This happenstance is the basis of the confusion of Mercury with the personality of the Magician and the Number 8.

And at last, our blue souls glowing, we plunge into the Sun, which we find not a great body, but a tiny point, merely imaginary, the core of the self, where billions upon billions pour themselves into sacrifice for the implication of a light and heat that does not exist, into the dulcet harmony of Do Re and Me, the first, second and third notes of the scale, and forever outward whence we come on ripples of consecrated bliss.

It is here, after our first journey from the noumenon, the outreaches of Uranus, and into the core of the Self - the Sun - that we are given to consider that which reaches past Saturn and beyond the measure of Time and Space.

For many, this frontier demands a recap of the Life of a Time, a Time Line, and such travelers, as all have been past, must re-incorporate into the linear streams of Akasha and back into the Sun. This journey can be repeated as often as wished, and usually is. Trouble is, these curtain calls have the sublime tendency of enhancing the performer until he or she threatens to become, let's say, bigger than Time. Such infamy is impolite, and the refined soul will exeunt stage left to avoid the loss of their discreet personality into a larger archetype.

It is such maturity alone that allows entrance through the Gates of Uranus, Uranus the Comedian and true Magician of the Super 8, who bars the passage of anything sacred, and into the Violet Essence of the real mystic, but one of an ecclesia of artists that share just two qualities among them: that of an altogether unique self identity and a taste for lowbrow humor...

...or as some like to call it Comedia Ultraismo, - the Old Ultra Violets. Comedy is difficult and difficult comedy is somehow funnier with each new examination. As an example of my own expertise - that of a mere acolyte - I proffer the notion that certain films and novels, notorious for their reputation of profundity and moral import, are in fact resplendent baroque farce and best discussed in the shithouse over a schwitz. Kubrick, T.S. Eliot, Fellini and Joyce, and Tolle (a personal fav) are fine examplars. Francis Bacon is supreme for shaking a spear.

For the fettered souls we leave behind, within Karma, which is Space, and Dogma, which is Time, the story of the sovereign self cycles glumly repetitious in the Theater of The Tragi-Hysterical just as Megan Follows. To refresh our humors and to last, we recall the Tragedy of Human Suffering and History of Human Striving.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Bacon's funniest, is crypto-tragic, because its content implies the inferiority of the mortal. The joke is on you, for when the intellect, the academic, the poet, and the poser laugh at the Comedy, it is a laugh of self-deprecation, of self-pity, of self-loathing. Laughter yes, but circumscribed by the ineluctable distance between the mortal and the heavily advertised divine.

To the young mind, the tragic mind, the mind without sufficient evidence of pattern, All is Tragedy and its laughter is a callow, hollow ruse without a memory.

The transition to History promises growth, but wilts upon the vine. The Tempest, the sole Baconian opus that can not be specifically classed as Tragedy, History or Comedy and with pretension to the 'mystic self', is the favorite muse of the Historically Grateful Dunderhead. Our lives, we are told, are dust - a touch...

...of gray, no more to say. To know this is to plunge with 'the fervor of necessity' into the Mercantile Operation of the Alchemical Wedding, which aims to ensure immortality through the line of our seminal genesis and work product. To become, in simple terms, a businessman - and get down to business.

On first blush, such pursuit seduces the aging mind with the promise of dignity and the social honors that come with. But, and precisely at the moment of pattern recognition, which is simultaneous with the inner birth of the sovereign self, the Historical model shatters. Caliban Sees Himself. Caliban Sees Nothing.

The moment is defined astronomically as a threshold on the souls journey away from the Sun Sacrifice and back into the Akasha, when it sees Jupiter, shall we say Eye to Eye, which is the extreme moment of self awareness inside of Time. It is to look into ones own third-eye, and go blind at once.

The preferred response is to re-juvenate into the Tragic mode, and return to the Sun and the labyrinth of Time.

Yet in this place, a few brave souls face at last the Leap of Laughter which I conclude is the only technique to cross the Abyss of Da'ath and into perfect light - and this Leap is A Leap of Faith. Faith not of a Dogma or of a System but instead the cheerful and optimistic Faith in Oneself - Oneself on the Edge of Nothing.

Now, the comedian reads Hamlet and finds neither a Tragedy, nor even a specific story worth repeating, but a Colossal Cluster of Crazed Comic Corkscrews, Fugal Frolics and Bawdy Bathroom Phoney Bones. The whole she-bang of it is a one liner and when staged properly oughtta quite literally rib-tickle its audience to death.

- LOLOTF, OMG, I'm Dead!
- Haha! What? U2!
- 2B or not 2B, WTF?
- Tubey or not Tubey?
- I prefer rice.
- I feel ya.
- I missed her potato head.
- Alas, Yorick. Porridge.

OK. Corny I know, but as stated, Comedy is Difficult. So, can you forgive a fumble in the light of my promise that All of It is a Joke? A Great Cosmic Whoopee Cushion, so sublime that once you get the punch you will start to laugh, stopping only to cry, until at last released of the ballast of your tears you begin to chuckle from the bottom of your soul. Without the slightest fear of heresy at Comedy so Absurd it can only be called Divine.

T or H or C, my hidden friend, it is up to only thee.
The Comedy at History's end is good enough for me.

Also, a little reefer does wonders, I am told.

But then again, what do I know... I'm just Mark LeClair, and may have slighted the Moon.


Yesterday I felt a very strong desire to hear "The hills are alive with the sound of music" and instead I listened to this because I couldn't find a good copy


  1. o' and by the way I sang your post to myself and play a combination of A, E, C and F chords. It was quite lovely. I've had my 48 ounce of freedom and my T H and C. My Architectural Thesis included the reading of Mark Esslins "The Theatre of the Absurd" ... it's called the Cosmic Giggle as well, I've seen it while tripping ... if it's not funny repeat it until it is, if it is funny repeat it until it isn't ... eat babies ... blow jobs for World Hunger ... Cannibalistic Vegan

  2. there's a corny sounding band called Divine Comedy that I listened in the Virgin store in Union Square ... you know the forwards and backwards time magicians stargate ? ... well I will tell you about it if you don't, just ask ... but that's kinda like a pre-synchro moment for me because I hadn't gotten on this bus yet and only listened to it due to the similarity of the book I was reading at the time

  3. Ive been reading this on my cell phone. Still it so far

  4. This is highly classified, profound writing, one of the best posts so far here.

    It suffers however from a few judgemental flaws and inconsistencies, somewhere outright misinterpretations.

    Firstly "Bacon" - his best play is indisputably "Much ado About Nothing". Woman negated by loving "nothing as much as you [Beatrice]". Essentially the same mistake you are making here in the article.

    Its the same flaws of the ego that is just about to vanish for good - highly knowing it becomes tyrannical.

    No doubt there is an element of meaninglessness - but the laugh of eternity, God, is not that of the cynic and ironic, evil, satanic (though often it might appear so) - its loving. Like a child playing with the tin soldiers, laughing at all the locomotion about nothing... the tears and the laughs.

    You switched the numbers for Venus (5) and Mars (6) to my intuitive knowledge which can be realised from simply looking at orbit rates and numerals spiralling out from the Sun. Where did you get your information?
    It would in effect would explain your confusing Mars (ego) with eternity. You are caught in ego because you consider ego (illusion) eternity.

    The whole cosmos is reflected on Earth - dont make the same mistake as the post-antique confusing the Earth with our system only. The whole, all stars in the universe are reflected inside your mind if you let it. The outmost perfect perfection of the creational magic of the genius that is God. The ultimate, unlimited intelligence of the self-loving.

    Get over that step which is ego's death rattle and your potential, obvious from the above, will be limitless, eternal.

    (and now to something entirely different..) David Wilcox recent ET "uncoverings" about the stargate later

  5. on a second note I expressed myself inadequadely: we can't put "final" words on the planets because they are forces. Every adjective is taking something away from truth. Thats said - its possible to interpret Mars and its principle as a kind of eternity/illusionism. The classic would be energy (think total recall: the free energy creating terraforming that creates breathable air and destorys the elite), strength, scale (individuality), active etc.

    Then as for the magic "5" Marsian square: sure you could say the element 5 is there, but for Venus the magic square is "7" and Mercury "8", Jupiter "4", Saturn "3", Sun "6" (i.e. the 111/666 symbol). The whole idea of associating a single digit is that possible? The square on the other hand makes sense?

  6. Beautiful once again.
    Of course we all know that the devil has a silver tongue and is mannered and pollite--as he thus has appeared in all the great works.

    I've considered *heavenly bodies* myself. I think it is the male animal in me. Perhaps I'll link the the various posts at some point in time.

    For now however,
    I urge everyone to read this beautiful post by Chris at Transformer as something similar to Mel but then perhaps on the opposing path. I found it beautiful and think you may also.

    I should note with interest that this morning I had an epiphany about the link between the jealous god monotheism and the development of self--something that Mel has been speaking of.

    It's an area of ideas folks! And we're looking for a new mythology!

  7. Wow,

    Everyone, thank you for your comments...

    Deprogrammer: I agree whole-heartedly that absolute values are improper. I am no more than a poet (which is a very low vocation) and my offerings are mandalas for the sacrifice.

    Your take on the numbers is interesting. I will give it some thought.

    Ish: I read the Transformer article, it is indeed a beautiful piece, exceptionally written and theoretically sound. I wouldn't bother to disagree with it, except to say that as skillful as it is, it represents a well known, I'd say 'established', point of view, and that it is naturally 'sacred'.

    My gripe with the sacred is that I think it is designed to forbid any real criticism.

    I love to criticize and to be criticized - in the name of Humor.

  8. More for Deprogrammer.

    I say Midsummer is the Bards Greatest Comedy and yet...

    We agree re Much Ado About Nothing is his finest work over all, by a long shot. I could go on about this play, which gives away all of the secrets of the neg-entropic star drive that rotates the toroid 'cosmic theater complex', but I have done so here, in regard to another work that provides the same clues.

    I am interested in any discussion you have in mind.

  9. To Jim and Ish in the Highest,

    I can not thank you enough for giving this post such an excellent reading.

    I honestly doubt that I could convey my gratitude with any expression or set of terms.

    I put very much heart and soul and work into my writing, but, because it is difficult, it is often dismissed as cranky and abusive. I must accept that this trouble emerges from the style I choose, and so I do not blame my detractors.

    You on the other hand, you who have expressed some vexation with my work here, have given me the kind of attention which I seek, and for this reason I thank you again.

    I consider all Art quite irrelevant in any moral sense, and I suspect that all I have created will one day defy even the bounds of the finest memory and submit to the flames to Time.

    And yet I feel like I've won the Nobel Prize because just a few people take the time to consider the deeper implication of my work - as a musical composition, carefully Satanic poetry and Ribald Humor.

    My world is appropriately rocked.

  10. Dog damn! Moon as a lens is quite brilliant to think about in my humble opinion. As a chaotic picker of the trees I find myself coming back to your orchard. I don't exactly knows why. I enjoy reading your stuff. It makes me feel like I'm gaining something instead of feeling guilty about what I'm not doing or shouldn't do.

    As much as my ego tells me that some people don't want you here, I feel its important having you here. "being creative" an all. Appealing to people like Depro and Ish and aferrismoon.

    Thank you for keeping cool and trudging on. Not taking guff and being a A diamond in the rough..

  11. I feel your work here is becoming more coherent and even more dynamic, if those two can be complementary then you have pulled it off. The only thing I would considered asking is that if reality be such an illusionary joke as you so authoritatively point out.... How can you write with such a hard point of view as knowing that your right? Maybe the joke is on you after all. You also have a feel to some of your work that seems to leave me with "Oh, is that all" type sensations, haven't decided if that's a good or bad thing. Are you saying that everything you put here is correct? For you type as one who knows. With almost a Christ like authority.

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