my mind begins to hum...

[Ugly Dougly]

[Ugly Dougly]

According to [Jung's] way of thinking, all the organs of our bodies—not only those of sex and aggression—have their purposes and motives, some being subject to conscious control, others, however, not. Our outward-oriented consciousness, addressed to the demands of the day, may lose touch with these inward forces; and the myths, states Jung, when correctly read, are the means to bring us back in touch. They are telling us in picture language of powers of the psyche to be recognized and integrated in our lives, powers that have been common to the human spirit forever, and which represent that wisdom of the species by which man has weathered the millenniums. Thus they have not been, and can never be, displaced by the findings of science, which relate rather to the outside world than to the depths that we enter in sleep. Through a dialogue conducted with these inward forces through our dreams and through a study of myths, we can learn to know and come to terms with the greater horizon of our own deeper and wiser, inward self. And analogously, the society that cherishes and keeps its myths alive will be nourished from the soundest, richest strata of the human spirit.

[Roberto Dobbisano]

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[H.G.Crosby]

who pulls YOUR strings?

[oscillator]

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[oscillator]

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[Simon of the Playa]

space cooties

[Ugly Dougly]

[H.G.Crosby]

help wanted.

[Ugly Dougly]

[Simon of the Playa]

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[H.G.Crosby]

i see you.

[Ugly Dougly]

Tornado eats rainbow

[Simon of the Playa]

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[Ugly Dougly]

I think we need some hippy songs right along here.
Sing along, you know the words.

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[Roberto Dobbisano]

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[H.G.Crosby]

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[Ugly Dougly]

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Itulah gambaran dari Simon dengan teman-temannya di bakar tahun lalu.

[Simon of the Playa]

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Largely created using the cut up technique popularized by Brion Gysin and William S. Burroughs, the movie takes various footage depicting mystical states of consciousness from the 70's and re-assembles them with a lot of the sigil collage art I've been honing in recent years. For those in the know, it has long been theorized that using the cut up technique potentially allows the artist to tap into what's often referred to as "the third mind" or to see what the art "is really saying" and that's what's so odd, transcendent, and baffling about the picture. Let me explain.

I'd say about half of the parts where it appears as if the footage was calculatedly coordinated with the music were just accidents. It's beyond freaky. We just randomly laid down clips that we thought looked trippy and were both sort of like, I can't believe it lined up with the music like that. Upon watching the final edit several times I realized something even spookier was afoot though. A completely unintended narrative had materialized which is so complex I can barely put it into words, but I'll try as briefly as I can.

Visitors is the story of a young but undisciplined mage who casts a sigil as part of a sex magick ritual designed to mold him into a master sorcerer. While he's performing this ritual he considers the irresponsible nature of his previous experimentation with magick and how this might ultimately affect his ability to achieve this goal, while further contemplating the nature of the various glowing orb visitations that surrounded these events. Because of his unfocused nature, he was never going to become a master in just his current life, as this lofty a goal could only be achieved by living a cycle of three. One as himself, a gifted but rather irresponsible mystic, another as a more hard wired scientist with a thirst for hallucinogens, and a final incarnation combining the chaos and order of the previous two.

What he comes to understand is that the visitors he summoned were actually future projections of himself from this third incarnation as an aspiring master. Their purpose was to lead him into a timeless state of mind where the karmic wounds lingering from his drug addled relationships with women in the previous two lives could be repaired. Fixing these karmic roadblocks to ascension was the final test of his future sorcerer self who was encountering them in the form of a dark witch maliciously blocking his passage to the higher realms.

Yeah, it's all there and again, this is not something we did on purpose. It gets even stranger when considering that the title to the movie visitors (SUPERVISITORS) was the working name of the song we recorded long before we'd ever even started working on the video end. It was just something that popped into my head while I was ganj-i-tating one night after working on the track. Even that's sort of hilarious because what came into my head was actually visitors/supervisors, but Dean wrote that down wrong and I thought it sounded cooler the other way so we ran with it. Then we accidentally made a film about mysterious visitors summoned by sex magick which I've been involved with for nearly a decade now with quite similar results. Strange visitations and everything.

[Roberto Dobbisano]

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[GreyCoyote]

Then we accidentally made a film about mysterious visitors summoned by sex magick which I've been involved with for nearly a decade now with quite similar results.

How exactly, oh great God Of The Meme, does one "accidently" make a film?

FWIW, my sister got "accidently" preggers about six times too. Now mind you, I'm not entirely sure, but according to the schematics I have seen on the internet, this type of "accident" takes a bit of planning and participation. So it goes with film making, yes?

Or maybe I've been doing it all wrong again....

[Ugly Dougly]

[Ugly Dougly]

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[Ugly Dougly]

I began to distinguish now a deeper blackness in the black, a vague outline of a hunched-up figure. Then I noticed the opening of the place was darkened by two more black heads. My hand tightened on my stick.
The thing in the dark repeated in a louder tone, “Say the words.” I had missed its last remark. “Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law,” it repeated in a kind of sing-song.
I was puzzled.
“Say the words,” said the Ape-man, repeating, and the figures in the doorway echoed this, with a threat in the tone of their voices.
I realised that I had to repeat this idiotic formula; and then began the insanest ceremony. The voice in the dark began intoning a mad litany, line by line, and I and the rest to repeat it. As they did so, they swayed from side to side in the oddest way, and beat their hands upon their knees; and I followed their example. I could have imagined I was already dead and in another world. That dark hut, these grotesque dim figures, just flecked here and there by a glimmer of light, and all of them swaying in unison and chanting,
“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men? “Not to suck up Drink; that is the Law. Are we not Men? “Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the Law. Are we not Men? “Not to claw the Bark of Trees; that is the Law. Are we not Men? “Not to chase other Men; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”

[H.G.Crosby]

we
are
DEVO.

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[Ugly Dougly]

[Ugly Dougly]

...consciousness, then, does not appear to itself as chopped up in bits ... it is nothing joined; it flows. A 'river' or a 'stream' are the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let's call it the stream of thought, consciousness, or subjective life...

[Simon of the Playa]

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[Simon of the Playa]

you'll find me in the wilderness.

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[Simon of the Playa]

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