Monday, 29 September 2025

In The World of Magicks





The first lesson A Watcher learns 
is to separate Truth from Illusion

Because in The World of Magicks
it's the hardest thing to do
The Truth is that Fred is gone
To pretend anything else 
would be A Lie.

And since I don't actually 
intend to Die Tonight;
I won't accept A Lie.




The Night I Realised Epstein Wasn’t Normal - Eric Weinstein




Q. : You met Jeffrey Epstein -- once. 

Eric WeinsteinYep. 

Q. :Talk to me about what that's like -- coming face to face with somebody of that.... calibre

(chuckles) ......whatever that means!

Um well one thing is that there is a physiological reaction that corresponds to this phrase that you know the hair on the back of my neck stood on end like that's a real physiological feeling I don't know whether the hair actually does that but it's exactly what it feels like you're meeting somebody who is Unholy --



And you know one of the most interesting things is that he was beckoning into a world that didn't seem to exist but for him -- as it as the door as the doorm I think that's one of the things that freaked out a lot of these rich people is is that he he felt rich in a movie Sense which is not something that you find among actually rich people what do you mean 

Well, a lot of very wealthy people don't own An Island --
Islands are really tough to to maintain -- 

I'm obsessed with islands, and you know, in general I have to be obsessed with islands that have airports run by other people because, you know.... have populations on them -- but every rich person starts to wonder : ".....could I afford an can I afford An Island...?" or "How many jets...?"

and if you look at Jeffrey Epstein's wealth it was beaten it was like gold beaten into gold foil so that it could cover a vast area and leave the impression of a solid gold life but it was really probably a mid n figure fortune that had been used to buy islands and planes which is not what any nine figure person is going to do --

Q. : So you had a felt sense, 
an embodied sense of discomfort -- 

Eric Weinstein : -- oh hell yeah.

Q. : -- and where did that come from?

Eric Weinstein : -- the fact that he had a lipstick camera pointed at me from an art object; that he laid a table that was preposterously long and thin with a tablecloth made of an American flag to make it look like a coffin so that I would spill my coffee on the flag of my own country --

I mean the fact that he looked like a mutant Ralph Lauren with this kind of lubricious quality and he's talking all of the science and Market stuff and nothing adds up and there's An Heiress, bouncing on his knee, to get her boobs to jiggles to see whether it can distract me, and-- 

It's like one of these crazy scenes where nothing about it was normal there was just no there was no trace of a normal world --

Q. : That's sounds like a script from a movie --

Eric Weinstein : Yeah I mean, I think part of it, uh -- John Travolta is like putting a gun to your head and forcing you to drink and break a code in a minute -- like that part of it and then there was some sort of like.... you know remember that that story The Most Dangerous Game where a man invites you to His Island so he can hunt you ?

You know this was scary and
it was it was meant to be scary 

Q. : -- sounds menacing.

Eric Weinstein : -- well I think His Product was Silence; people think that His Product was Sex or Finance but it was Silence, I'm pretty sure --

how do you what's that mean if you're scary enough look rich people can get sex but they can't necessarily get people to shut up afterwards so my take on it and my take on it instantly was this is not an actual human this is a construct of someone someone has created a fake human being called Jeffrey Epstein who's a mysterious currency trading financier with crazy rules so that no one would ever invest with him and I think that was to keep people from seeking his Investment Services I mean he you know he's labeled disgraced financier but nobody has a record of trading with him --

he was sitting there he comes into the meeting and he says you know, well "Well Eric, I was just doing some currency trading --"

and I I thought about that scene that you sometimes see in as a meme with Steve Buschemi with A Skateboard over his shoulder "Hello fellow teenagers!" 

-- yeah, "Hello fellow Financial Traders!" Exactly --

so I'm thinking "You don't really look like A Rich Guy who trades in Markets --" 

Q. : That's that I'm finding myself intrigued by here, is it takes a moderate amount of cognitive horsepower to be able to piece together this theater that you sat down at ---



yeah deployed in a nefarious malicious manipulative way MH but it's smart what do you mean it's smart same more it's it's not something that could be done by a simple mind you think he did it oh he has a team of manipulators no when I say I think he was a construct I literally mean that I think he was constructed like fitted with a story oh so you think he was a plant no I think he was a construct what's that okay you're gonna have to dig into I think Jeffrey Epstein supergenius financier was not a thing that existed where did the money come from we going to mumble Lex Wexner okay so that's what you Mumble but then you know there's this missing Fortune of Robert Maxwell and this Fortune of Jeffrey Epstein that we don't can't explain are those the same fortune it's like a conservation of uh of money principle that if you have a fortune that's missing and you have a fortune that can't be explained and they connected by gilain Maxwell I don't know I why is it that no hedge funds what is it they file form I forget if it's 13f there certain forms that you have to file um nobody's ever asked for these things who's his prime broker where has somebody gone over the prime brokerage uh his what are his trades he he would have to move the market if he was you know doing a yard of Euros or Swiss Franks or who knows what like a billion um that would move the market so there's no way you can fake retroactively a hedge fund of immeasurable size that trades currencies I I don't think he was a currency Trader he told me he was a currency Trader So when you say a construct who constructs who's the Builder I don't know I would imagine some version of the intelligence Community you know sometimes somebody's cover gets blown um we have we have a very famous unfortunate story of Ellie con with the Mad where Ellie con was an Egyptian Jew who was fitted with the backstory that he was an Argentinian Playboy uh who' made a fortune in Argentina but was Arabic in origin and then he moves to Damascus and he takes out an apartment where he holds orgies and um becomes the best friend of HZ alas right and so that's an example of a story we know we know how the intelligence communities of the world create people who don't really exist construction of I know that this is just a one uh time thing here that you got to see but the construction of the coffin looking American flag the spilling of the coffee this weird power play thing that's going on that seems now that you say that uh it wasn't him even pulling his own strings perhaps it makes a lot more sense but even that that degree of sophistication I learned this from Daniel schmachtenberger we sat down and he's spent some time with particularly powerful people yeah and he told me this really harrowing story of somebody who has both the desire and the means to treat themselves like an apex predator against their own kind and they said so they broke the fourth wall about this and said said apex predators don't care about the prey but they saw their own kind as prey and I asked Daniel how does it feel to sit opposite somebody who isn't rate limited by the resources who can not only dream to have this plus uh have the motivation or lack of virtue or Integrity to go ahead and consider doing it and then has the capacity the assets to be able to enact it sure and it's reminding me it's giving me the same something it feels like it feels like it's up on the top of my head it's giving me some sort of a sense like that this was intended to be terrifying it wasn't an accident it was intended to be as fascinating as it could possibly be which it was and terrifying at the same time and it achieved both it achieved both objectives I I was given an opportunity to meet him again I didn't know what to do I mean the other thing I just found really weird is that he knew about my research and it turned out that he was connected to my graduate department at Harvard so he he had a connection to the Harvard math department unbeknownst to me I don't know when that began I know two of the professors he was connected through but th this is some Unholy story it has nothing to do with Jeffrey epy it has to do with whatever this thing was we tripped over a thing we tripped over a structure we named the structure Jeffrey Epstein it must be very unfortunate in some regards for whoever it was if that's true that was in charge of this construction uh that it became that people got t-shirts with his name printed on them this was already going wrong in the early 2000s you see my sense of this is that this was a pre-internet plan that lived into the internet age and couldn't survive contact with the internet age what did the internet bring in that didn't allow it to survive eyeballs discussion level of surveillance like you know there's a claim that nobody cares about Jeffrey Epstein because it's this many years later and we've all moved on yeah that's completely untrue and we know that it's true because if you start talking about Jeffrey Epstein the the engagement goes up so you have these fictions like you know that are put out by mainstream Media or traditional news desks which is nobody cares about that story well that you can see from social media that that's not true from the internet so the internet is constantly providing an ability to check whether or not these claims from inside the structure true and Jeffrey Epstein is an example of what I've called an an anti-in phenomenon what's that well an anti- interesting thing is something that would normally be fascinating imagine for example you had a story where you could get a pulet Sur prise for breaking it everybody cares you sell papers like hot cakes blah blah blah and nobody wants to report on it and it's like right there you could just ask the dumbest questions and it would like New York Times says disgraced Finance year well tell me did you find his prime broker did you find the forms did you go to his offices in vard house no nobody does ever the story is anti-in and it's very different than being uninteresting which would suggest more collusion more coordination hello I mean see this is what this is one of the most uncomfortable things I think there was a time when mostly when people said collusion or coordination their presumption was well that's kind of that's pretty far out there we now know like post Elon musk's $44 billion Adventure at Twitter that there are these coordinating groups coordin coordinating social media with the intelligence Community or with the Department of Homeland Security or with the state department we now know that we're living in an orchestrated cor you know curated choreographed world and we can't know it officially but we all know it if we want to know which is hysterical now we have to talk about well are you a conspiracy theorist like I I read I read the slack messages I read the email what what what are you even talking about now this episode is brought to you by a product I've 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Sunday, 28 September 2025

Crossing The Abyss




My Father was a Lighthouse Keeper. 
My Mother was a Queen. 
They were never meant to meet... 

But Their Love Saved The World
They made me What I am. 
A Son of The Land, and 
A King of The Seas. 

I am The Protector 
of The Deep. 
I am... Aquaman.


OPTIMUS PRIME
Megatron must be stopped —
no matter The Cost.

[Prime transforms into his truck mode, charged through the Decepticons knocking them one by one to the ground.  Suddenly Prime blast off from the ground, up in the air, and transformed into robot mode shot at Dirge, Thundercracker and Soundwave to the floor before he landed to the ground.]

MEGATRON: 
Prime.

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
One shall stand, one shall fall.

MEGATRON: 
Why throw away your life so recklessly?" 

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
That's a question you should ask yourself Megatron.

MEGATRON: 
No -- I'll crush you with my bear hands.

The battled between Megatron and Prime begin.  Megatron leaped onto Prime and they both fall onto the ground.] 

HOT ROD: 
I've got to help Prime.

KUP: 
Stay away lad, that's Prime's fight.

MEGATRON: 
I'll rip out your optics.

[Despites the heavy beating, the long fight, and a cut through the mid section, Prime finally won the battle.]

KUP: 
Finish him off Prime, do it now.

[Prime pointed his rifle onto Megatron] 

MEGATRON: 
No more Optimus Prime, grant me mercy, I beg of you.

[Megatron fell onto his knee, suddenly he saw a gun that was hidden from Prime view which he intended to use as a sneak attack.]

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
You who are without mercy, 
now plead for it…?

I thought you were made 
of sterner stuff.

HOT ROD: 
No you don't Megatron.

[Hot Rod saw Megatron and his intention so he leaped onto Megatron.] 

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
Out of the way Hot Rod.

[Megatron quickly headlocked Hot Rod, got the gun and quickly blasted a couple of blasts onto Optimus Prime in midsection]

MEGATRON: 
Fall...fall....ah.....I would've waited an eternity for this... it's over Prime.


OPTIMUS PRIME: 
Never!

[As Megatron came closer, Prime clung both hand together and hit Megatron onto the midsection sending Megatron up in the air and fall down to a lower level.]

HOT ROD: 
Optimus, forgive me.


[Hot Rod came to assist the falling Prime] 

STARSCREAM: 
How do you feel, 
mighty Megatron…?
Hyah!


[Starscream kicked on the lying Megatron then gave order to Astrotrain] 
Astrotrain — Transform, 
and get us out of here.

MEGATRON:
Ah...Don't leave me Soundwave.

SOUNDWAVE: 
As you command Megatron.

[Soundwave carried Megatron on the shoulder, Rumble small size carried Megatron's huge canon.  I thought that scene was funny] 


ARCEE: 
The Decepticons are retreating.

KUP: 
Prime did it, he turned the tide.

[Autobots shot at the fleeing Decepticons while they were boarding Astrotrain and retreated to Cybertron.] 

STARSCREAM: 
Astrotrain take off.

 [Scene was now cut to Autobots interior room where Ultra Magnus, Kup, Hot Rod, Arcee, Blurr, and Daniel were watching the evaluation of Perceptor analysis on Prime condition who was lying on some sort of flat board.]

PERCEPTOR: 
I fear the wounds are fatal.

[The comic used the word "Mortal" instead of Fatal] 

DANIEL: 
Prime, you can't die.

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
Do not grieve. Soon I shall 
be one with The Matrix.

HOT ROD: 
Prime.

[Spoke in a low tone almost in whisper]

OPTIMUS PRIME: 
Uh, uhhh...
Ultra Magnus, it is to you, old friend, 
I shall pass the Matrix of Leadership, as it was passed to me.


ULTRA MAGNUS: 
But Prime, I'm....
I'm just a soldier, 
I am not Worthy.


[Ultra Magnus shoke his head and with his hand up as he was reluctantly to accept this new role] 


OPTIMUS PRIME: 
Nor was I...

[Magnus came close to Prime and gripped both 
of his hand on one of Prime hand, very touchy.]

-- but one day...
An Autobot shall rise from our ranks 
....and use the power of the Matrix...to light....
our darkest hour.

[Magnus released his hand from Prime who now used the two hand to open his chest cavity revealing a Matrix.  Prime tried to pass the Matrix to Magnus with his hand but was fell short as his life came to an end.  Hot Rod quickly grabbed the falling Matrix just as it was about to hit the ground.  As soon as Hot Rod touched the Matrix, there was lighted all over him.  Magnus now took the Matrix from Hot Rod and awkwardly put the Matrix onto his chest cavity as though the Matrix didn't fit him correctly.  Now we saw Prime life chart signal no longer beat or rise but just a flat line...meaning he was dead.  Everyone wept around him as his body discolored out from red to black.]
 

[Scene then cut to Unicron as he was monitoring the situation of Prime and learned that the Matrix had been passed to Magnus.  Unicron screamed with sorrow as his threaten by the Matrix lived on.] 
[Scene now showed the interior of Astrotrain as the Decepticons aboard inside him added heavy loads that prevented him from make it to Cybertron.  Now it was Decepticons versus Decepticons...the strong stayed onboard and the weak were thrown off to space]

ASTROTRAIN: 
Jettison some weight 
or I'll never make it to Cybertron.

STARSCREAM: 
Fellow Decepticons, Astrotrain has requested that we lighten our burden." 
139 BONECRUCHER: "In that case I say it is survival of the fittest." 
140 STARSCREAM: "Do I hear a second on that?" 
141 SOUNDWAVE, DIRGE, RAMJET, THRUST, BLITZWING, : "ayes." 
142 STARSCREAM: "And against?" 
143 THUNDERCRACKER, SKYWARP, INSECTICONS: "Nay." 
144 STARSCREAM: "The ayes have it." 
145 SOUNDWAVE, DIRGE, RAMJET, THRUST, BLITZWING: "Get, make room for others, "
146 THUNDERCRACKER, SKYWARP, INSECTICONS: "Brothers don't."
[Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Insections all were forced to be thrown off board by their healthy Decepticons.] 
147 STARSCREAM: "Oh how it pains me to do this." 
148 MEGATRON: "Wait, I still function." 
149 STARSCREAM: "Wanna bet."
[Starscream threw Megatron out into space] 
150 MEGATRON: "Starscream!!!!!" 
151 STARSCREAM: "Well as Megatron has, how shall we say, departed, I nominate myself as the new leader." 
152 SCRAPPER: "Wait, a constructicons form Devastator, the most powerful robot, we should rule." 
153 SOUNDWAVE: "Soundwave superior, Constructicons inferior." 
154 BONECRUSHER: "Who are you calling inferior." 
155 HOOK: "Nobody would follow an un-charismatic bore like you." 

RUMBLE [BLUE]: 
No one calls Soundwave  un-charismatic.

FRENZY [RED]: 
Yeah, let's take tailgate.

SCRAPPER: 
Constructicons unite! 

RUMBLE & FRENZY: 
No way.

[Rumble & Frenzy immediately activated their pile drive causing the surface to shake that prevented the Constructicons from merging.  Now, everyone began to fight with one another.]
[Somewhere in space, the falling Decepticons that were kick off board from Astrotrain, now had been intercepted by Unicron.] 

UNICRON: 
Megatron....Megatron.
Welcome Megatron.

MEGATRON: 
Who..who said that?

UNICRON:
I...am Unicron.

MEGATRON: 
Show yourself.

[Megatron did not know that the giant planet Unicron was a living robot.  Unicron was still in his planet mode not robot yet.] 

UNICRON: 
I have summoned you 
here for A Purpose --

MEGATRON: 
Nobody summons Megatron.

UNICRON: 
-- then it pleases me 
to be The First.

MEGATRON: 
State you business.

UNICRON: 
This is My Command : You are to Destroy 
The Autobot Matrix of Leadership --
it is the one thing, the only thing 
that can stand in My Way --

MEGATRON: 
You have nothing to fear, 
I have already crushed 
Optimus Prime 
with my bare hands.

UNICRON: 
You exaggerate --

MEGATRON: 
The point is he's dead, and 
The Matrix died with him.

UNICRON: 
No, the point is You are A Fool, 
The Matrix has been passed to 
a new Leader... Ultra Magnus. 
Destroy it for me.

MEGATRON: 
Why should I?
What's in it for me? 

UNICRON: 
Your bargaining posture is highly dubious -- but very well.  
I will provide you with a new body and new troops to command.

MEGATRON: 
And?" 

UNICRON: 
'And', nothing
You belong to me now." 

MEGATRON: 
I belong to nobody!

UNICRON: 
Perhaps I misjudged you, proceed...on your way to oblivion.

MEGATRON: 
Ah...., no, no...!!
I accept your terms, 
I accept...ah....!

UNICRON:
Excellent.

[Megatron was scanned and reformat with a new body and a new name called Galvatron, Thundercracker became Scourge.  Kickback and Shrapnel became the Sweep for Scourge (Thundercracker) to command.  Bombshell became Cyclonus while Skywarp became Armada for Cyclonus (Bombshell)].  


UNICRON: 
Behold, Galvatron!  
And these, shall be your minions. 
Scourge, the tracker and his huntsmen, the Sweeps.  
Cyclonus, the warrior, and his armada. 
And this shall be your ship. Now go...Destroy The Autobot Matrix.

GALVATRON: 
I will rip open Ultra Magnus 
and every other Autobot, 
until The Matrix has 
been destroyed. 

To Cybertron."
[Galvatron with the new troops and ship are off to Cybertron.] 
183 UNICRON: "Destroy the Matrix."
[Scene was now cut to Starscream who was celebrating his coronation as the Decepticons new leader with the Constructions played a trumpet for the celebration.  Astrotrain was crowning Starscream.] 
184 STARSCREAM: "Get on with the Ceremony. "
[Starscream blasted the Constructicons trumpet because he was to eager to become the Decepticons leader.]
185 STARSCREAM: "My fellow Decepticons, as your new leader I..."
[Suddently, Galvatron and troop arrived at the scene.]
186 STARSCREAM: "Who disrupts my coronation?" 
187 GALVATRON: "Coronation Starscream? this is bad comedy." 
188 STARSCREAM: "Megatron? Is that you?" 
189 GALVATRON: "Here's a hint." 
[Galvatron transformed into his canon mode and blasted Starscream into ashes as the other Deceptions were stunted by the outcome.] 
190 GALVATRON: "Will anyone else attempt to fill his shoes?" 
191 RUMBLE [BLUE]: "What'd he say his name was?" 
192 GALVATRON: "Galvatron" 
193 ALL DECEPTICONS: "Long live Galvatron! Galvatron!" 

- Chapter Ten: A Hungry Planet - 
[Scene was shifted to Moon Base One where Jazz and Cliffjumper were about to be devoured by Unicron.] 
194 JAZZ: "Where'd that come from?" 
195 CLIFFJUMPER: "Who cares, I'm more worried about where it's going."
[Moon Base One was now being devoured by Unicron as Jazz radioed to Blaster on Earth.] 
196 JAZZ: "Talk to me Earth, we got a situation out here. "
[Scene now panned back to Earth: Blaster, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Springer, Daniel were retooling Autobot City]
197 JAZZ'S VOICE PICKING UP BY BLASTER: "Roger me, wilco me, anything, hello hello Earth." 
198 BLASTER: "I'm picking up a fade signal."
[Blaster transformed into his radio mode as everyone stopped what they were doing and paid attention to the transmission] 
199 JAZZ's VOICE: "This is Jazz, a gi-normous weird looking planet had showed up in the suburb of Cybertron." 
200 CLIFFJUMPER' VOICE: "And it's attacking Moonbase One." 
201 ULTRA MAGUS: "Jazz, Cliffjumper!" 
[Scene was cut back to Moon Base One as Unicron was tearing Moon Base One to pieces.  Jazz and Cliff were rushed to a near by shuttle.]

JAZZ: 
Got to blast free if we can.

CLIFFJUMPER: 
Ignition and..." 

JAZZ: 
Hit it!" 

CLIFFJUMPER: 
Jazz, we're not getting away!

[Jazz, Cliffjumper, and Moon Base One had been devoured by Unicron.  Unicron then traveled to Moon Base Two location.  Scene then shift to Bumblebee and Spike on Moon Base Two] 
206 SPIKE: "This is spike and Bumblebee up here on Moon Base Two."
[Ultra Magnus and crews watched on their monitor as Bumblebee and Spike reported more bad news.] 

BUMBLEBEE: 
This thing, this monster planet just ripped the first moon to shreds.

SPIKE: 
And it's heading this way.

BUMBLEBEE: 
We'll try and slow it down.

SPIKE: 
But you'd better get here fast, because we're not gonna...


[Communication got cut off as Moon Base Two was being tearing apart by Unicron.] 

DANIEL: 
Dad!

[Scene cut to Moon Base Two] 

SPIKE: 
Bumblebee, activate the explosives. 
If this doesn't stop it, nothing will." 

BUMBLEBEE: 
The explosives are activated, let's get outta here. 
Hurry it's gonna blow!"
 
[Bumblebee and Spike set up enough time for them to escape Moon Base Two before the explosion took place.] 

BUMBLEBEE: 
Alright!

SPIKE: 
Hooray...!


BUMBLEBEE: 
We did it, hahaha! 

SPIKE: 
We done it!

[Spike and Bumblebee high five one another as they watched the explosion was being taken place as Unicron was devouring Moon Base Two.]
BUMBLEBEE: 
Way to go!


BUMBLEBEE & SPIKE: 
ahhaha!
220 BUMBLEBEE: "Look!"
[Spike's monitor showed Unicron had no effect with the explosion.]

SPIKE: 
It isn't even dented...ah shit! 
What are we gonna do now? 

BUMBLEBEE: 
We're being sucked into it!"
[Bumblebee and Spike were being devoured into Unicron.  Scene was now cut to Galvatron inside his newly ship.] 

GALVATRON: 
How dare Unicron, Cybertron and 
all it's moons belong to me...! 
Argh...ah...!" 

[Unicron used some sort of energy 
to attack telepathically on Galvatron for questioning his action.


SCOURGE: 
But remember -- 
we belong to Him.

GALVATRON: 
I belong to nobody!

[Galvatron falls off the stair as the energy from Unicron intensifies.]

GALVATRON: 
-- I will obey...Unicron."
[Unicron stopped his attack 
and Galvatron was recovered.]


GALVATRON: 
Decepticons, to Earth.

Saturday, 27 September 2025

SILENCE




Roy Kent says no (every one so far!).


The Book of Lies : 1984 as Taoist Holy Scripture

"You Don't Exist, Winston."

Richard Burton in 
a Blue Boiler Suit 
- 1984 (1984)



He doesn't exist! He's a fictional character!!
Listen to Richard Burton!
He Knows So Much About These Things
And stop calling him "O'Brien"

"Throughout his entire life,right up until the time of his, Crowley always steadfastly and consistently maintained that The Book of The Law was a genuinely revealed text, received and channeled through are receptive medium in Cairo in 1904 [ Crowley's mistress] direct from The Secret Chiefs,
Transcribed verbatim.

The Book of Lies is a lot funnier."

 - Robert Anton Wilson


At Last! - The 1948 Show (aka The Ur-Python)





Masks of the Illuminati
Sir John picked out a Crowley volume entitled, with Brazen effrontery, The Book of Lies. 
Opening it, he found the title page:

THE BOOK OF LIES 
WHICH IS ALSO FALSELY CALLED 
BREAKS 
THE WANDERINGS OR FALSIFICATIONS 
OF THE ONE THOUGHT OF 
FRATER PERDURABO 
WHICH THOUGHT IS ITSELF 
UNTRUE

Despite himself, Sir John grinned. This was a variation on the Empedoclean paradox in
logic, which consists of the question: "Empedocles, the Cretan, says that everything Cretans say is a
lie; is Empedocles telling the truth?" Of course, if Empedocles is telling the truth, then -- since his
statement "everything Cretans say is a lie" is the truth -- he must also be lying. On the other hand, if
Empedocles is lying, then everything Cretans say is not a lie, and he might be telling the truth.
Crowley's title page was even more deliberately perverse: if the book is "also falsely called Breaks,"
then (because of the "also") the original title is false, too, and it is not a book of lies at all. But, on
the other hand, since it is the "falsifications. . . of the one thought. . . which is itself untrue," it is the
negation of the untrue and, therefore, true. Or was it?

Sir John turned to the first chapter and found it consisted of a single symbol, the question
mark:

?

Well, compared with the title, that was at least brief. Sir John turned the page to the second
chapter and found equal brevity:

!

What kind of a joke was this? Sir John turned to Chapter 3, and his head spun:

Nothing is.
Nothing becomes.
Nothing is not.

The first two statements were the ultimate in nihilism; but the third sentence, carrying
nihilism one step further, brought in the Empedoclean paradox again, for it contradicted itself. If
"nothing is not," then something is. . . .

What else was in this remarkable tome? Sir John started flipping pages and abruptly found
himself facing, at Chapter 77, a photograph of Lola Levine. It was captioned "L.A.Y.L.A.H." The
photo and the caption made up the entire chapter. Lola was seen from the waist up and was
shamelessly naked, although as a concession to English morality her hair hung down to cover most
of her breasts.

Sir John, on a hunch, counted cabalistically. Lamed was 30, plus Aleph is 1, plus Yod is 10,
plus second Lamed is 30, plus second Aleph is 1 again, plus He is 5; total, 77, the number of the
chapter. And Laylah was not just a loose transliteration of Lola; it was the Arabic word for "night."
And 77 was the value of the curious Hebrew word which meant either "courage" or "goat": Oz. The
simple photo and caption were saying, to the skilled Cabalist, that Lola was the priestess incarnating
the Night of Pan, the dissolution of the ego into void. . .

Sir John decided to buy The Book of Lies; it would be interesting, and perhaps profitable, to
gain further insight into the mind of the Enemy, however paradoxical and perverse might be its
expressions. He approached the counter, and found with discomfort that the clerk seated there was
Lola Levine herself. Since he had just been looking at a photo of her, naked from the waist up, he
blushed and stammered as he said, "I'd like to buy this."

"One pound six, sir," Lola said, with no more flicker of expression than any other clerk. Sir
John realized that it had been nearly three years since the one occasion on which they had met on the
Earth-plane; she had no reason to remember him. Then, was it possible that all the astral visions in
which she tormented and attempted to seduce him were the product of his own impure imagination?
Or were those visions as real as they seemed, and was she merely a consummate actress and
hypocrite? It was the metaphysical equivalent of the Empedoclean paradox.

A stout, elderly woman with a Cornish accent asked Lola, "I'm planning to stay for the
lecture. Is it pronounced Crouly or Crowley?"

"It is pronounced Crowly," said a voice from the door. "To remind you that I'm holy. But my
enemies say Crouly, in wish to treat me foully."

Sir John turned and saw Aleister Crowley, bowing politely to the Cornish woman as he
completed his jingle. Crowley was a man of medium height, dressed in a conservative pinstripe suit
jarringly offset by a gaudy blue scarf in place of the tie and with a green Borsalino hat worn at a
rakish angle. It was the outfit an artist on the Left Bank might wear, to show that he had become
successful; it was definitely eccentric for London.

The Cornish woman stared. "Are you really the Great Magician, as people say?"

"No," said Crowley at once. "I am the most dedicated enemy of the Great Magician." And he
swept past imperiously.

The Cornish lady gasped. "What did he mean by that?" she asked nobody in particular.

Sir John understood, but wasted no time trying to explain. Crowley was heading for the
lecture room and Sir John followed him closely, wanting a seat up front where he could observe the
Master of the M.M.M. most closely. The paradox had been typical of Crowley's style: he referred,
obviously, to the Gnostic teaching that the sensory universe was a delusion, created by the Devil, to
prevent humanity from seeing the Undivided Light of Divinity itself. A strange joke to come from a
Satanist; but, of course, some Gnostics had taught that Jehovah, creator of the material universe, was
the Devil, the Great Magician. The Bible begins with Beth, according to this teaching, because Beth
is the letter of the Magician in the Tarot, the Lord of the Abyss of Hallucinations. . .

The lecture room was filling rapidly and Sir John scampered into a front-row seat. He
noticed that Crowley had lowered his head and closed his eyes, obviously preparing himself for the
lecture by some method of invocation or meditation. Behind him on the wall was a large silver star
with an eye in its center, a symbol associated (Sir John knew) with both the goddess Isis and the
Dog Star, Sirius.

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law," Crowley intoned suddenly, without
raising his head. Then he looked about the room whimsically.

"It is traditional in the great Order which I humbly represent," he went on, "to begin all
ceremonies and lectures with that phrase. Like Shakespeare's Ducdame, it is a great banishing ritual
against fools, most of whom leave the room at once on hearing it uttered. Observing no stampede to
the doors I can only wonder if a miracle is occurring tonight and I am speaking, for once, to an
English audience that does not consist mostly of fools."

Sir John smiled in spite of himself.

"My topic tonight," Crowley went on, "is the soldier and the hunchback. Those are poetic
terms I regularly employ to designate the two most interesting punctuation marks in general use
throughout Europe -- the exclamation point and the question mark. Please do not look for
profundities at this point. I call the exclamation point 'the soldier' only out of poetic whimsy,
because it stands there, erect, like a soldier on guard duty. The question mark I call the 'hunchback,'
similarly, only because of its shape. I repeat again: there is no profundity intended, yet."

Sir John found himself thinking of the first two chapters of The Book of Lies, which said
only "?" and "!"

The question mark or hunchback, Crowley went on, appeared in all the basic philosophical
problems that haunt mankind: Why are we here? Who or what put us here? What if anything can we
do about it? How do we get started? Where shall wisdom be found? Why was I born? Who am I?
"Unless you are confronted with immediate survival problems, due to poverty or to the deliberate
choice of an adventurous life, these hunchbacks will arise in your mind several times in an ordinary
hour," Crowley said. "They are generally pacified or banished by reciting the official answers of the
tribe into which you were born, or simply deciding that they are unanswerable." Some however,
Crowley went on, cannot rest in either blind tradition or resigned agnosticism, and must seek
answers for themselves, based on experience. Ordinary people, he said, are in a sense totally asleep
and do not even know it; those who persist in asking the questions can be described as struggling
toward wakefulness.

The soldier, or exclamation point, he continued, represents the moment of insight or intuition
in which a question is answered, as in the expressions "Aha!" or "Eureka!"

"I now present you, gratis, two of the nastiest hunchbacks I know," Crowley said, smiling
wickedly. "These two are presented to every candidate who comes to our Order seeking the Light.
Here they are:

"Number One: Why, of all the mystical and occult teachers in the world, did you come to
me?

"Number Two: Why, of all the days in your life, on this particular day?

"That is all you need to know," Crowley said. "I might as well leave the platform now, since,
if you can answer those questions, you are already Illuminated; and if you cannot, you are such
dunces that further words are wasted on you. But I will take mercy on you and give you the rest of
the lecture, anyway."

Crowley went on to define the state of modern philosophy (post-David Hume) as "an
assembly of hunchbacks." Everything has been called into question; every axiom has been
challenged -- "including Euclid's geometry among modern mathematicians"; nothing is certain
anymore. On all sides, Crowley said, we see only more hunchbacks -- questions, questions,
questions.

Traditional mysticism, Crowley continued, is a regiment of soldiers. The mystic, he said,
having attained an "Aha!" or "Eureka!" experience -- a sudden intuitive insight into the invisible
reality behind the subjective deceptions of the senses -- is apt to be so delighted with himself that he
never asks another question and stops thinking entirely. Out of this error, Crowley warned, flows
dogmatic religion, "a force almost as dangerous to true mysticism as it is to scientific or political
freedom."

The path of true Illumination, Crowley proceeded, walking to a blackboard at the right of the
room, does not consist of one intuitive insight after another. It is not a parade of soldiers, "like this,"
he said, writing on the board:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Anybody in that state is an imbecile or a catatonic, however blissful his lunacy may be,"
Crowley said sternly.

The true path of the Illuminati, Crowley stated more emphatically, is a series of soldiers and
hunchbacks in ever-accelerating series, which he sketched as:

?. . . . !. . . .?. . . !. . . ?. . !. . ?. !. ?
!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! etc.

"To rest at any point, either in intuitive certainty or doubtful questioning," he said flatly, "is
to stagnate. Always seek the higher vision, whatever states of ecstatic insight you may have reached.
Always ask the next harder question, whatever questions you may have answered. The Light you are
seeking is quite correctly called ain soph auer in Cabala -- the limitless light -- and it has, quite
literally, the characteristics mathematicians such as Cantor have demonstrated belong to Infinity. As
the Upanishads say, 'You can empty infinity from it, and infinity still remains.' However deep your
union with the Light, it can become deeper, whether you call it Christ or Buddha or Brahm or Pan.
Since I am, thank God," he said the last two words with great piety, "an Atheist, I prefer to call it
Nothing -- since anything we say about it is finite and limited, whereas it is infinite and unlimited."

Crowley proceeded to discourse on the infinite with great detail, summarizing mathematical
theories on the subject with remarkable erudition and felicity. "But all this," he ended, "is not the
true infinite. It is only what our little monkey-minds have been able to comprehend so far. Ask the
next question. Seek the higher vision. That is the path that unites mysticism and rationalism, and
transcends both of them. As a great Poet has written:

We place no reliance
On Virgin or Pigeon;
Our method is Science,
Our aim is Religion.

Those blessed words!" he said raptly. "Holy be the name of the sage who wrote them!"

At this point Sir John was far from sure whether he had been listening to the highest wisdom
or the most pretentious mumbo jumbo he had ever heard. The Divine No-Thing was much like
certain concepts in Buddhism and Taoism, but it was also a nice way of seeming to utter
profundities while actually talking nonsense. But then, of course, Crowley's whole point had been
that anything said about infinity was itself Nothing in comparison with infinity itself. . .

With a start, Sir John realized that the lecture was over. The audience was applauding,
somewhat tentatively, most of them as confused by what they had heard as Sir John himself.

"You may now," Crowley said carelessly, "unburden yourselves of the thoughts with which
you passed the time while pretending to listen attentively to me; but in accord with English decorum
and the rituals of the public lecture, you must phrase these remarks in the form of questions."

There was a nervous laugh.

"What about Christ?" The speaker was a redfaced man with a walrus mustache; he seemed
more irritated by what he had heard than the rest of the audience. "You didn't say nuthin' about
Christ," he added aggrievedly.

"A lamentable oversight," Crowley said unctuously. "What about Christ, indeed? Personally,
I hold the man blameless for the religion that has been foisted upon him posthumously. Next
question -- the lady in the back row?"

"Is socialism inevitable?"

Sir John found himself wondering when Crowley would become aware of the Talisman and
attempt to cajole him into surrendering it. With horror he realized that such overwhelming of his
mind was possible: Crowley did possess charm, magnetism and charisma, like many servants of the
Demon. What was it Pope had written about Vice? A creature of such hideous mein/That to be hated
needs but be seen/But something something something/We first pity, then endure, then embrace. . .
"Many things are inevitable," Crowley was saying. "The tides. The seasons. The fact that the
questions after a lecture seldom have anything to do with the content of the lecture. . ." What do you
seek? The Light. The limitless light: ain soph auer. And the darkness knew it not. . .

"What about the Magick Will?" Sir John asked suddenly, during a pause.

"Ah," Crowley said. "That is a Significant Question." Somehow he conveyed the mocking
capitals by his intonation. "Such questions deserve to be answered with demonstrations, not with
mere windy words. Laylah," he called to the back of the room. "Could you bring the
psychoboulometer?"

Lola approached the podium with something that looked hideously like a medieval thumb-
screw.

"There is firstly conscious will," Crowley was saying, looking directly at Sir John. "We all
attempt to exercise this every day. 'I will give up smoking.' 'I will be true to my wife.' Ninety-nine
times out of a hundred such resolutions fail, because they are in conflict with the force that really
controls us, Unconscious Will, which can not be frustrated. Indeed, even the profane psychologists
have rediscovered what the mystics always knew: Unconscious Will, if prevented from acting,
returns in the night to haunt our dreams. And sometimes it returns in the daytime, too, in the form of
irrational behaviors which we cannot understand. Magick Will should not be confused with either of
these, because it includes both and is greater than both. To perform an act of Magick Will is to
achieve the Great Work, I might say. The holiest of all holy books says in this connection, 'Thou
hast no right but to do thy will.' Alas, if you think you are doing your true Will, without magickal
training, you are almost always deluding yourself. . . But I am engaging in the windy verbiage I
promised to avoid, and here is the implement of demonstration. Would anybody care to give us an
exhibit of what they can accomplish by conscious Will?"

"I think I shall give it a try," Sir John said, wondering at his own daring. "That's only fair
since I asked the question," he added, feeling inane.

"Well, then, good! Come up here, sir," Crowley said with a grin that was beginning to look a
bit sinister to Sir John. "We have here," he went on, holding the ugly thumb-screw so that everybody
could get a good view, "one of the implements once used by the Dominican Order to enforce the
religion which, as I said, has been foisted on Christ." He set the torture device on the podium. "They
used it as an instrument of torture, but we shall use it as a measure of Will."

Sir John was now standing beside Crowley, looking uneasily at the thumb-screw. "Just insert
your thumb, sir," Crowley said easily.

"What???" Sir John could hardly believe his ears.

"Just insert your thumb, down here," Crowley went on blandly, "and then turn the handle
which tightens the vise. The needle on the boulometer -- my own addition to this toy -- will register
how far you are able to withstand pain by sheer Will; 10 is a good score, and 0 means you are a
mere jellyfish. How far do you think you can go?"

Sir John felt every eye in the room upon him. He wanted to cry, "I am not such a fool as to
torture myself for your amusement," but -- he was even more afraid of appearing a public coward. Is
that why people go into armies? he asked himself grimly. . . "Very well," he said coldly, inserting
his thumb.

And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burnt offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which God had told him.

And it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour.

And the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst.

And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering, and laid it upon Isaac his son; and he took the fire in his hand, and a knife; and they went both of them together.

And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, unto thy hands I commend my spirit; and having said thus, he gave up the ghost.
"You've only reached two in the boulometer," Crowley said. "The audience will think you're
not trying, sir."

"Damn you!" Sir John whispered, perspiration cold on his back. "I am done with this cruel
joke. Let us see how much better your Magick Will can do!"

"Certainly," Crowley said calmly. He inserted his thumb into the cruel mechanism, and
began turning the vise with slow deliberation. Not a muscle moved in his face. (Sir John suspected
that he had gone into a trance.) The needle on the boulometer crept slowly, accompanied by gasps
from the audience, all the way to 10.

"That," said Crowley gently, "might pass for an elementary demonstration of Magick Will."

There was a burst of spontaneous applause.

"It will also do," Crowley said, "as an illustration of our thesis about the soldier and the
hunchback. The first rule of our Magick is: never believe anything you hear and doubt most of what
you see." He turned the "psycho-boulometer" around, revealing that he had disengaged the screw
and had been turning the handle without actually tightening the vise. There was an angry gasp.

"Oh," Crowley said, "are you feeling cheated? Remember this, then: you are cheated the
same way every time emotional turmoil or fixed ideas distort your perception of what is actually
before your eyes. And remember to look for the hunchback behind every soldier."

The audience began to file out, muttering and chattering as excitedly as a group of
chimpanzees who had just found a mirror.

And then Sir John realized that Crowley had descended from the podium and was
approaching him.

"Sir John Babcock," Crowley said warmly, "did you ever hear the story of the man with a
mongoose in his basket?"

At least, unlike Lola, Crowley wasn't pretending not to recognize Sir John. "What
mongoose?" Babcock asked carefully.

"It was on a train," Crowley said. "This chap had a basket under his seat and another
passenger asked him what was in it. 'A mongoose,' he said. 'A mongoose!' said the other. 'What on
earth do you want with a mongoose?' 'Well,' said our hero, 'my brother drinks a great deal more than
is good for him, and sometimes he sees snakes. So I turn the mongoose on them.' The other
passenger was baffled by this logic. 'But those are imaginary snakes!' he exclaimed. 'Aha!' said our
hero. 'Do you think I don't know that? But this is an imaginary mongoose!'

Sir John laughed nervously.

"That's the way it is with talismans," Crowley said. "When a phantom climbs, the ghost of a
ladder serves him. But do keep that pentacle in your vest if it makes you feel better. I must go now.
We shall meet again."

And Sir John stared as Crowley made his way to the back of the room, where he greeted
Lola with a kiss. He whispered something; they both turned and looked back at Sir John; they waved

cheerfully. And then they were gone. 

The Abyss



Doctor Who - World Enough and Time - The Patients Room



Absolute Necessity



Fargo- Highway Shootout



Wednesday, 24 September 2025

The Doctor Forever



Hey, hit pause for me, will you?
Hey, fellas.

Listen, I don't care what our record is,
but I hear the chatter, people saying
there's something wrong with us.

Not the way I see it, okay?
And here's why :

I Believe in 'Communism.
Rom-communism, that is.

Rom-communism is a worldview 
that reminds us that romantic comedies 
with folks like Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan
or Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant or...
Who am I missing, Coach?

Drew Barrymore?

Matthew McConaughey, obviously.
- All right, all right. Yeah.

The three Kates.
Yeah, Beckinsale, 
Hudson, Winslet.

You forgot Blanchett.

Different spelling.

Sam Obysanya :
I enjoy Renée Zellweger and 
all the Bridget Jones movies.

I mean, her accent is pitch perfect
and her gift of physical comedy
is grossly underrated.

- Word!
- Hell yeah!

- Absolutely!
- I saw Judy…

All right, you've gotta give it up for Zellweger.
Look, point is, fellas,
if all those attractive people
with their amazing apartments
and interesting jobsusually 
in some creative fieldcan go through 
some lighthearted struggles
and still end up happy,
then so can we —

Jennifer Lopez!

That's a great call, Dani,
and not at all a beat too late.


Doctor Who: The Doctor Forever (1996) REMASTERED

Gentleman
believing in Rom-Communism 
is all about believing that 
everything's gonna work 
out in The End. 


Now these next few 
months might be tricky
But that's just 'cause we're 
going through our dark forest. 
Fairytales do not start
nor do they end, in 
The Dark Forest. 

That's something that only shows up smack dab 
in The Middle of A Story. But it will all work out. 


Now it may not work out how you think it will, 

or how you hope it does, but believe me : 

It will all work out. 

Exactly as it's supposed to. 

Our job is to have 

zero expectations

and just let go —"

The Circle of Life




“On this evening the chief forces 
of The Island were disposed as follows. 

The Lost Boys were out looking for Peter, 
The Pirates were out looking for The Lost Boys, 
The Redskins were out looking for The Pirates, 
and The Beasts were out looking for The Redskins. 

They were going round and round The Island, 
but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.”