Thursday, September 01, 2005

License to Kill

Poetic License

Chris Titan
is hereby entitled
to take poetic license as you see fit.

This document shall suffice.

Sincerely,


Chris Titan

Witnessed: by Ben Mack

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

LoveCipher


LoveCipher, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Love Cipher is a true story of how I was drawn into the Chapel Perilous and how I managed to learn my lesson.



This story takes place in a hyperdimensional plane. I experienced the details of this story while lying in bed doing pranayama. I was deeply influenced by reading the first few pages of Flann Obrien's At Swim Two Birds, from whence I was able to find Dermot Trelis, a very living entity. I was also twisted sideways by the trauma of Love. I had performed a Tantric Ritual during a mercury retrograde cycle and was not prepared for the revelation I was going to get.



Back in April this story was made available on Lulu Press for $3.00 but as far as I can tell no one was interested enuf to kick a few bucks to buy me a beer for telling them a story.



I know it could use some editing but I think it has some value as far as the advanced lessons on the use of dreams and story telling to decipher codes that are transmitted via ritual participation with the unfolding reality of interdimensional energy...





Monday, July 25, 2005

IMG_9622


IMG_9622, originally uploaded by rodmur.

IMG_9618


IMG_9618, originally uploaded by rodmur.

IMG_9611


IMG_9611, originally uploaded by rodmur.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Merm


Merm, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Love Cipher


LoveCipher, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.




Chris Titan
brings out a piece of Hermetic Literature that was born out of his own experiences with the ritual celebration of the Sun/Venus conjunction that took place on March 30th.

Chris Titan grapples with the timeless trials of expanding consciousness and shows a glimpse of initiated consciousness.


Support independent publishing: buy this book on Lulu.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Jesus???


jesus11, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Well not quite...a mere color inversion shows us the anti-christ...

Monday, March 28, 2005

Easter 2005


jesus23, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Still have hide in 2005!

Sunday, March 06, 2005

MysterySuperAgent


MysterySuperAgent, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

I did not have a dime on me so I did not get to hear a joke...

...but she let me take her picture.

I hope she gets the clues and can join us in the local Pacific Operations.

Interzone, Neurocam, and The Moons of Saturn


contact, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

The details of this particular contact are secret.

If not for this image, the evening would have been a total failure.

I did get a photo of a beautiful agent...weakly tried to recruit her with a "Warning this is Intellishit" with the Neurocam.com address on the back.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Tanith


tanith, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

She appeared in my backyard...

...it was love at first sight.

0425201546


0425201546, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

The Magyar Venus
Lyn Hamilton

There's never a dull moment with bestselling author Lyn Hamilton...

After the unveiling of the Magyar Venus—a head and torso of a woman carved from ammoth ivory during the Upper Paleolithic period—one of Lara's friends commits suicide. Determinedly tracing the Venus's provenance to Budapest, Lara discovers a truth that arises from the secrets of the past.

(Archaeological Mystery Series #8)
Berkley (Prime Crime), March 2005
Featuring: Lara McClintoch
272 pages ISBN: 0425201546
Paperback
$6.99


Also by Lyn Hamilton:
The Magyar Venus, April 2004
The Thai Amulet, March 2004
The Etruscan Chimera, March 2003
The African Quest, January 2002
The Celtic Riddle, December 2000
The Moche Warrior, January 2000
The Maltese Goddess, March 1998
The Xibalba Murders, April 1997

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

gallus


gallus, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

I was in San Francisco, enjoying a very rainy New Years Parade...

...the air was thick with chinese Demons...and as long as I waved the Rooster banner they flew right by me. I got some Col. Chao's [the chinese analog for Col. Sanders(Pope)] and waved chunks of spicy chicken at the giant golden roosters...then I would gobble it up.

When the shao lin monks came through it was very cool, one guy was climbing up his staff, and the had swords clanging and the strange looking chinese weapon it was very intense, I let out loud rooster cry...spontaneous, unpremeditated, and deepling stirring...an old chinese woman turned around and smiled at me...

Wierd chinese stuff has been happening since too...

Zhong Kui


zhong, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Zhong Kui is the exorcist par excellence. His picture, a fierce-looking male brandishing a magic sword, used to be hung up in Chinese houses at the end of the Chinese lunar year in order to scare away evil spirits and demons.
In Chinese myth, he is the god of literature and examinations, the protector against evil spirits and demons.

The legend of Zhong Kui goes back to a Tang dynasty story of Emperor Xuanzong encountering first a small demon who stole his favorite concubine's embroidered perfume bag and his own jade flute and then a large demon who came to the emperor's aid by not only catching the small demon but gouging out his eyes and eating him. When Xuanzong questioned this helpful demon, the demon introduced himself as Zhong Kui, a man who had committed suicide by dashing his head against the palace steps decades earlier on learning that he had failed the palace examination. In gratitude for the posthumous honors the Tang emperor had then bestowed on him, Zhong Kui had vowed to rid the world of mischievous demons.

Zhong Kui was often depicted in the company of the demons he had subjugated, as here.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Tricks, Gimmicks, and Games

Prometheus Rising


By Robert Anton Wilson

Most of the occult literature of the world—aside from the
95% of it that is sheer rubbish—consists of tricks, gimmicks and
games (which the Hindus call upaya, "clever ways") to trigger
meta-programming consciousness. This generally means leading
the student "all around Robin Hood's barn" as many times as are
necessary, until the poor victim discovers that he has created the
barn himself.


For instance, a popular game with California occultists—I do
not know its inventor—involves a Magic Room, much like the
Pleasure Dome discussed earlier except that this Magic Room
contains an Omniscient Computer.

To play this game, you simply "astrally project" into the
Magic Room. Do not ask what "astral projection" means, and do
not assume it is metaphysical (and therefore either impossible, if
you are a materialist, or very difficult, if you are a mystic). Just
assume this is a gedankenexperiment, a "mind game." Project
yourself, in imagination, into this Magic Room and visualize
vividly the Omniscient Computer, using the details you need to
make such a super-information-processor real to your fantasy.

You do not need any knowledge of programming to handle
this astral computer. It exists early in the next century; you are
getting to use it by a species of time-travel, if that metaphor is
amusing and helpful to you. It is so built that it responds immediately
to human brain-waves, "reading" them and decoding their
meaning. (Crude prototypes of such computers already exist.)
So, when you are in this magic room, you can ask this Computer
anything, just by thinking of what you want to know. It will read
your thought, and project into your brain, by a laser ray, the
correct answer.

There is one slight problem. The computer is very sensitive to
all brain-waves. If you have any doubts, it registers them as
negative commands, meaning "Do not answer my question." So,
the way to use it is to start simply, with "easy" questions. Ask it
to dig out of the archives the name of your second-grade teacher.
(Almost everybody remembers the name of their first grade
teacher—imprint vulnerability again—but that of the second
grade teacher tends to get lost.)

When the computer has dug out the name of your second
grade teacher, try it on a harder question, but not one that is too
hard. It is very easy to sabotage this machine, but you don't want
to sabotage it during these experiments. You want to see how
well it can be made to perform.

It is wise to ask only one question at a time, since it requires
concentration to keep this magic computer real on the field of
your perception. Do not exhaust your capacities for imagination
and visualization on your first trial runs.

After a few trivial experiments of the second-grade-teacher
variety, you can try more interesting programs. Take a person
toward whom you have negative feelings, such as anger, disappointment,
feeling-of-betrayal, jealousy or whatever interferes
with the smooth, tranquil operation of your own bio-computer.
Ask the Magic Computer to explain that other person to you; to
translate you into their reality-tunnel long enough for you to
understand how events seem to them. Especially, ask how you
seem to them.

The Poet Prayed:
Oh would some power the giftie gie us
To see ourselves as others see us

This computer will do that job for you; but be prepared for
some shocks which might be disagreeable at first.
This super-brain can also perform exegesis on ideas that seem
obscure, paradoxical or enigmatic to us. For instance, early
experiments with this computer can very profitably turn on
asking it to explain some of the propositions in this book which
may seem inexplicable or perversely wrong-headed to you, such
as "We are all greater artists than we realize" or "What the
Thinker thinks, the Prover proves" or "mind and its contents are
functionally identical."

This computer is much more powerful and scientifically
advanced than the rapture-machine in the neurosomatic circuit. It
has total access to all the earlier, primitive circuits, and overrules
any of them. That is, if you put a meta-programming instruction
into this computer; it will relay it downward to the old circuits
and cancel contradictory programs left over from the past. For
instance, try feeding it on such meta-programming instructions
as:
1. I am at cause over my body.
2. I am at cause over my imagination.
3.1 am at cause over my future.
4. My mind abounds with beauty and power.
5.1 like people, and people like me.

Remember that this computer is only a few decades ahead of
present technology, so it cannot "understand" your commands if
you harbor any doubts about them. Doubts tell it not to perform.
Work always from what you can believe in, extending the area of
belief only as results encourage you to try for more dramatic
transformations of your past reality-tunnels.

This represents cybernetic consciousness; the programmer
becoming self-programmer, self-metaprogrammer, meta-metaprogrammer,
etc. Just as the emotional compulsions of the
second circuit seem primitive, mechanical and, ultimately, silly

to the neurosomatic consciousness, so, too, the reality maps of
the third circuit become comic, relativistic, game-like to the
metaprogrammer.

"Whatever you say it is, it isn't, " Korzybski, the semanticist,
repeated endlessly in his seminars, trying to make clear that
third-circuit semantic maps are not the territories they represent;
that we can always make maps of our maps, revisions of our
revisions, meta-selves of our selves.

"Neti, neti" (not that, not that), Hindu teachers traditionally
say when asked what "God" is or what "Reality" is.

Yogis, mathematicians and musicians seem more inclined to
develop meta-programming consciousness than most of humanity.
Korzybski even claimed that the use of mathematical scripts
is an aid to developing this circuit, for as soon as you think of
your mind as mind1, and the mind which contemplates that mind
as mind2 and the mind which contemplates mind2 contemplating
mind1 as mind3, you are well on your way to meta-programming
awareness. Alice in Wonderland is a masterful guide to the metaprogramming
circuit (written by one of the founders of mathematical
logic) and Aleister Crowley soberly urged its study upon
all students of yoga.

R. Buckminster Fuller illustrates the meta-programming circuit,
in his lectures, by pointing out that we feel puny in comparison
to the size of the universe, but only our bodies (hardware)
are puny. Our minds, he says—by which he means our software—
contain the universe, by the act of comprehending it.

Secrets of Western Tantra


Ancientlovers, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Secrets of Western Tantra
by Christopher S. Hyatt, Ph.D., New Falcon Publications,

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Secrets of Western Tantra is one of those curious books which at first glance, appears to be a mish-mash of concepts & ideas: Reich, Thelema, Jungian psychotherapy, Tarot, chakras, occult eugenics, tantric themes in popular culture, Golden Dawn ritual and even a chapter on "practical" sexual magic from Phil Hine. The question is, does this all workAnd I must say it does, largely, I feel, due to Dr. Hyatt's ability to synthesise what appear at first to be disparate themes into a coherent whole. Dr. Hyatt manages to deliver quite complex ideas with a light touch and occasional playful humour. By using popular themes which will probably be familiar to most people who pick up this book (i.e. kabbalah, tarot, chakras) he presents what might best be described as a transpersonal approach to sexual magic. The broad objective here is self-discovery and transformation of the individual, presented in an accessible and down-to-earth manner. Dr. Hyatt describes his own formative "visions of the Goddess" which I felt was a helpful way of getting across the kind of processes that the developmental quest can take one though. It also gives one an insight into the inner life of the author - and how Dr. Hyatt's personal experiences have shaped his ideas.

I must admit to not having tried the practical exercises in this book. However, I have spoken to a few colleagues who have done so, and the consensus appears to be that Dr. Hyatt's exercise programme is highly effective, but well deserves Robert Anton Wilson's assertion that this book should be labelled Handle with Care.

The appendices of Secrets of Western Tantra present a variety of supportive perspectives on the main text. Israel Regardie is represented by an essay on "Occult Eugenics". He discusses the use of ritual magic in the planning of one's offspring. If I read this correctly, then the process of continued meditation or ritual focused on a particular planetary influence prior to, after, and probably during conception will magically determine the disposition of one's child. Anyone care to try this proposition out? Next we have a short description of the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram and The Middle Pillar from Joseph Lisiewski. Lon Milo Duquette discusses the Christian concept of sin vs Thelema & Liber Al. S. Jason Black discovers the hidden hand of tantrik and Taoist themes in cultural icons from Iggy Pop to Dr. Strange. Finally, Phil Hine presents an overview of how sexual magic can be related to distinct magical practices such as divination, evocation, invocation or sorcery.

Overall, this is a very interesting book and I would heartily recommend it to anyone who is interested in magical development. Even if you don't like the symbol systems which Dr. Hyatt uses, there are enough cues to develop one's own variants of his exercises. - Andrew Johnson

A Skeptical History of Radionics


abrams2, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.


"The physician is only allowed to think he knows it all, but the quack, ungoverned by conscience, is permitted to know he knows it all; and with a fertile mental field for humbuggery, truth can never successfully compete with untruth."

- Dr. Albert Abrams


The history of radionics begins with the discoveries of Dr. Albert Abrams around the beginning of the 20th Century. Abrams was a respectable physician who began to pursue his theories of diseases having specific vibratory rates that could be detected by tapping on the patient's abdomen or spine.

He refined his diagnostic techniques with invented devices such as the "dynamizer." According to Martin Gardiner, in his book Fads and Fallacies in the Name of Science:

It was a box containing an insane jungle of wires. One wire ran to an electrical source, and another was attached to the forehead of a healthy person. A drop of blood was obtained from the patient, on a piece of filter paper, and placed inside the box. Abrams would then percuss (tap) the abdomen of a healthy person, who was stripped to the waist and always - for a reason never made too clear - facing west. By listening to the sounds, the doctor was able to diagnose the ills of the patient...
Not only that, but without the patient even being present, Abrams could tell the patient's age, sex and religion. If a drop of blood from the patient was not available, a lock of hair or even a handwriting sample was enough (he diagnosed ills of long-dead historical personalities in this manner).


Dr. Abrams demonstrates his diagnostic technique.

After the dynamizer came the "oscilloclast" and the "reflexophone." His disciples were never permitted to examine the wiring in the boxes, which were rented to trained practitioners. Gardner again:

Shortly before the doctor's death, however, a committee of scientists opened one of the magic boxes and issued a report on what they found. It contained an ohm-meter, rheostat, condenser, and other electrical gadgets all wired together without rhyme or reason.
Since patients did not have to be physically present to be diagnosed by the devices, a thriving industry was created in which people could send in blood samples and receive diagnoses through the mail. Some sceptics took advantage of this anonymity. Blood from a rooster was sent to Abrams, who diagnosed "malaria, cancer, diabetes, and two venereal diseases."

Among Dr. Abrams' converts was author Upton Sinclair, who wrote that Abrams "has made the most revolutionary discovery of this or any other age. I venture to stake whatever reputation I ever hope to have that he has discovered the great secret of the diagnosis and cure of all major diseases." Further, Abrams had treated "over fifteen thousand people, and my investigation convinces me he has cured over ninety-five percent."

Gardiner sums up Sinclair's many apologetics for Abrams as a "clinically perfect statement of the persistence of irrational belief on the part of a convert to a totally worthless set of theories hatched in the brain of a brilliant paranoid." High critical praise, indeed.

Dr. Ruth Drown took things a step further, able to not only diagnose but to cure from a distance - any distance - as long as the operator of her Homo-Vibra Ray mechanism had a blood sample from the patient on-hand. Not only that, but the device could create X-Ray-like pictures of the patient remotely.

In 1950, the University of Chicago formed a committee to investigate Dr. Drown's methods at work - she had been having remarkable success in finding enthusiastic promoters, including... well, read between the lines in the university's announcement:

On the face of it, the Drown claims appear to be totally unworthy of serious consideration by anyone, least of all a university. However, certain friends who are members of lay boards that have been of great assistance to the university have urged that the Drown claims be investigated so that they may be repudiated if found unworthy or adapted to the benefit of mankind if they should prove to be worthy.


This radiograph was made using a blood crystal from a patient. It allegedly showed a patient's abdomen, complete with evidence of a recent surgery.

It wasn't even close. In her first test, Dr. Drown took six photographs using her machine on blood samples. None were clear enough for her to base a diagnosis on. The testing committee decided that

the film images which have intrigued Mrs. Drown and her disciples are simple fog patterns produced by exposure of the film to white light before it has been fixed adequately. These images are significantly identical regardless of whether or not the film is placed in Mrs. Drown's machine before being submitted to the highly unorthodox processing which has been devised by her. In the numerous old films shown us by Mrs. Drown we can see no resemblance to the anatomical structures, appliances, bacteria, etc., that Mrs. Drown professes to see.


Dr. Drown's radionic camera

Test two, a diagnostic test using blood samples was equally disastrous. Healthy patients and ones with obvious medical problems were remotely diagnosed by Dr. Drown as suffering from a motley assortment of maladies. After badly misdiagnosing three patients, the remaining seven tests were abandoned. According to the testing committee:

The machine is a sort of Ouija board. It is our belief that her alleged successes rest solely on the noncritical attitude of her followers. Her technic is to find so much trouble in so many organs that usually she can say 'I told you so' when she registers an occasional lucky positive guess. In these particular tests, even this luck deserted her.
Test three tested the healing powers of Dr. Drown's machines. Drown had claimed to have treated the hemorrhaging of a traffic accident victim in Italy by using her machine in California. She was confident she'd be able to stop the bleeding of two lab animals from one room over. Two dogs had their arteries perforated; two dogs bled to death; the committee report:

In the opinion of all observers, including herself, Mrs. Drown failed completely to control or modify hemorrhage.
Spectacular failures such as these have hardly slowed the radionics industry. Indeed, if the links in the column to the right are any indication, radionics is going strong.


The Mark 1 Radionic Camera

The modern radionics expert, with her thousand-dollar medical dowsing rod, her extensive training in the subtleties of homeopathic diagnostic samples and remote healing, her wholesale appropriation of respectable-sounding medical terminology and trendy new-age jargon - what are we to make of her and her practice?

It's cheap and easy to determine that the apparatus and theory of radionics is complete bunk. The fact is, though, that as a form of faith healing it does heal some people with remarkable success, and a success that medical science might be unable to match with its techniques.

Medicine has long acknowledged that in order to scientifically test the efficacy of a new medicine, for instance, it must be compared to the effects of a placebo administered with equal solemnity, ritual and belief. This is because the solemnity and ritual and belief can themselves heal.

Establishment medicine often seems to treat this as an inconvenient fog that makes the respectable diagnosis of physical ailments with chemical remedies more difficult.

Faith healers, like radionics practitioners, use placebo healing as a technology, intuiting that to master the authoritative trappings of a cure may heal more patients than a conservative and prudent scientific diagnosis and treatment.

An establishment physician diagnoses depression from a checklist of symptoms, represented in a patient's case history and in interviews with the patient. He knows that scientific, double-blind tests have shown that chemicals that inhibit the "reuptake" of "serotonin" can cause the patients depression-indicative symptoms to lessen or disappear.

The radionics practitioner discovers from the patient, who describes himself as depressed, overworked and struggling with the challenges of raising teenagers, clues as to where disturbances in the "subtle energy fields" that create the multidimensional interference pattern that is the patient's body and life may be found. She knows from her training and experience that by using her precision instrument, she can influence not only the patient's bodily health but the very circumstances of his life that are causing him distress.

In some patients, a placebonic cure of their love-lives or their terrible commute or rotten landlord - or perhaps more importantly, the treatment by a medical practitioner who agrees that these environmental irritants are to blame (at least in part) for the problem - may lead to better results for the patient than all the scientifically-proven treatments of scientific medicine.

I happen to believe in the nostrums and rituals of establishment medicine, and I have no patience for a healer who wants to clear my chakras with tachyonic chi-crystals. But, on the other hand, an MD in a white lab coat with a stethiscope can boggle me with equally nonsensical diagnoses and courses of treatment, expressed in a language that I respect (even if I don't fully understand) and have confidence in, and I'm sold.

So here's an ethical question for Dr. Reader: If you have no idea what is wrong with a patient and don't really know how to proceed or know of no therapy that's likely to promote healing for a particular patient - are you honest with your patient?

Is it better to honestly confess the limitations of medical knowledge and technique, or is it better to put your hard-earned trappings of medical authority to good use in the "theatrapeutical" creation of a potent placebo cure?



1924
Claims associated with Abrams work were investigated using a series of 25 tests, conducted in both London (May) and Glasgow (June). The research committee, supervised by Sir Thomas Horder, noted that every individual test confirmed Abrams claims.




1930s
Dr Ruth Drown, a chiropractor based in Hollywood, California, further developed the ERA instrument by replacing the human subject in the circuit with a sample of the person's blood or hair.





At this time there were 2 circuits involved, an 'assessment circuit' and a 'treatment circuit'. By removing the human subject from these circuits, Dr Drown was able to both diagnose and treat patients at a distance, potentially huge distances.
She referred to this technique as 'broadcasting', though it is more commonly known today as 'radionic projections'.





Drown's work was challenged by the Medical Establishment and the FDA of the US State of California. Although Drown pursued her work, her health was affected and she passed-on in 1966.




1960s
Interest in Radionics in the United Kingdom had increased gradually over the preceeding decades and pioneers such as Lavender Dower, George De La Warr and Dr. W. Guyon Richards became active in the field. Consequently acceptance and use of this therapy had also increased among conventional medical doctors.





David Tansley, an American trained chiropractor, travelled to Britain and joined the Radionic Association in 1967. He considered radionics to be a highly effective form of Energy Medicine and caused controversy by introducing Eastern Philosophy to Western-style Radionics.




1970s and 1980s
During the 1970s and 1980s David Tansley wrote many books on subjects related to Radionics, some of which became key texts in this field [32], [33].




Malcolm Rae founded a company called 'Magneto Geometric Applications' and developed radionic instruments. Initially, all radionic instruments had used electricity and required a power source. Rae developed the use of magnetism in radionics and invented radionic instruments that used reference (or 'simulator' cards) to speed up the process of analysis and remove the need for many complex dials and settings.


For further research
http://www.borderlands.com/radionics.htm

ELECTRONIC REACTIONS OF ABRAMS
Albert Abrams, M.D.
Share the drama of two weeks in Abrams’ San Francisco Clinic, watching the medical genius diagnose and treat hundreds of cases with his radical new medical science — with dozens of doctors from all over the world watching and learning. Grasp the essentials of the radionic art and its intriguing origins. You can actually design your own radionic equipment from the extensive technical articles and drawings.
#B0025, 80pp, staples ... $14.95

ABRAM'S METHOD OF DIAGNOSIS AND TREATMENT
Sir James Barr.
Reviewed here are the early days of the exciting new medical art of radionics... Dr. Abram̢۪s success in diagnosing and treating known diseases without drugs or surgery!
#B0002, 121 pp, side staples ... $14.95

INVESTIGATIONS OF THE ELECTRONIC REACTIONS OF ABRAMS
This compilation contains independent tests of the original radionic instruments of Dr. Albert Abrams. Includes: Report on "Electronic" Diagnosis and Treatment of Disease; Operating Instructions of the Indicator and Intensity Gauge in Diagnosis; Drug Selection in connection with Electronic Diagnosis; Magnetic, Ionic and Electronic Phenomena in Relation to Disease; and more.
#B0122, 120pp, stapled ... $19.95

NEW CONCEPTS IN DIAGNOSIS AND TREATMENT
Albert Abrams.
A detailed compendium of Abrams̢۪ diagnostic and therapeutic methods, including sections on Human Energy and the Electron Theory, Sexual Polarity, the Ether Theory, the New Psychology, etc. Illustrated with photos and line drawings.
#B0210, 410pp., spirals ... $39.95

HUMAN ENERGY
Albert Abrams, A.M., LL. D., M. D., (1914).
The basis of Radionics in the words of one of the originators.
#B0211, Illustrated, 204pp, staples ... $9.95

CERTAIN BODY REFLEXES
I.H.A., July 1926.
Especially (but not only) for the scientifically oriented, here is a view of the Radionic system of Dr. Albert Abrams given by a committee of homeopathic Doctors and electrical and mechanical Engineers.
#B0011, 46pp, staples, ... $9.95

INTRODUCTION TO ELECTRONIC THERAPY
Thomas Colson.
Known as "Electronic Therapy" in its day, this is an important record of Dr. Albert Abram̢۪s radionics work from back in the 1930̢۪s. A significant document for the researcher.
#B0049, 78pp, staples ... $12.95

Monday, February 14, 2005

Listen! Little Man!


slave, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Reich explains the nature of his book in his introduction:
"It reflects the inner turmoil of a scientist and physician who had observed the little man for many years and seen, first with astonishment, then with horror, what he does to himself; how he suffers, rebels, honors his enemies and murders his friends; how, wherever he acquires power 'in the name of the people,' he misuses it and transforms it into something more cruel than the tyranny he had previously suffered at the hands of upper-class sadists."

http://www.hermes-press.com/reich.htm

SO, YOU WANT TO BUILD A CLOUDBUSTER?


prision, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

On the Problem of
Growing Interest in Cloudbusting
A Personal View

by James DeMeo, Ph.D.
Director
Orgone Biophysical Research Laboratory



Reich instead died in prison, his coworkers stunned and disorganized for half a decade, until a small number of workers, primarily (but not exclusively) under the leadership of Dr. Elsworth Baker, reorganized, began publishing a scientific journal, and holding educational seminars. For the next several decades, work in orgonomy, the science of the orgone energy functions in living Nature, proceeded quietly, gathering new evidence and support from various quarters. A new generation of younger scientists, among whom I count myself, studied Reich's works and replicated his experiments. During this period of slow growth, there was no attempt by orgonomists (the name given to scientists and health-care practitioners applying Reich's discoveries) to make much contact with the larger scientific community, for understandable reasons. For many years Reich's works were read only by the most serious of researchers and naturalists, who could see the dead-endedness and deadly nature of our contemporary mystical-mechanistic science. Reich's findings were, and continue to be rejected without examination by the average scientist and physicians, who today spend little time observing nature, who are not well read on broader natural scientific issues, and are generally not even aware of the basic starting assumptions underlying their own favorite theories and world views.

In other quarters, Reich became a cult figure, someone who was publicly admired, but secretly hated, and torn apart. Increasingly, various individuals pirated bits and pieces of his work, claiming them as their own "findings", without Reich's priority being acknowledged. Generally, these pirates cleave off parts of Reich's work, leaving behind the more important, but socially unpopular aspects, thereby gaining much applause and recognition for themselves. Almost all of the contemporary works on the emotional aspects of the cancer disease, on the phenomena of "body language", and on therapeutic "emotional release" or "body work", owe an intellectual debt to Reich that is rarely acknowledged. On the West Coast of the USA, for example, there are perhaps a hundred different types of such therapy, each of which is based upon one or another small part of Reich's work. A common aspect of these pirates is that they ignore the real guts of his work, namely his findings on genitality, the function of the orgasm, and also the role of social institutions, and the emotional plague, in re-creating the emotional damage and armoring in each new generation of young infants and children.


http://www.orgonelab.org/sobuildaclb.htm

Friday, February 11, 2005

DSC00016


DSC00016, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

This is an untouched photo from tonight.

During my Mardi Gras festivities I drank a lot of Hurricane Mix and rum...

I told the epic tale of love from beyond the grave...

If you celebrate Mardi Gras you have to give something up for lent, fast or whatever your catholic tradition is...I am Voodoo Catholic

My morning started with a vigorious contact from Bozo the Clown's Ghost...saying things like the white face aint paint now...and how he wants all the rest of my rum supply and my spice cake that I have been hoarding...

He says that the sacrifice for lent should be the very thing you want and you give it to the dead...you ancestors and departed friends...

When I got home around midnight I was relly charged from the third degree ceremony we gave to a fellow who was very happy to experience it...very energetic...where you sort of pass out...

see digital falcom for that story...

Wearing my tails I grabbed my Claymore and Top Hat and began casting shadows on my wall listeing to the Misty Mountains by Led Zepplin. Really hit the charge hard...then I got the message again...loud and clear...make the cake and pour the rum on the Searles Graves...NOW

I took my precious spice cake and mixed in the last of my oil and poured in a healthy dose of rum....and mixed it with the large pig leg bone from the Mardi Gras feast (all I have is a pic of the empty pan of greens that I made). I took this bone large enough to stir together the batter and mixed it well and poured it into a pan I could leave behind...for good measure I took the bone and a long skinny one that goes with it and put them in the batter in the form of a cross. I baked this up till the house smelled divine...I had been waiting to eat that cake...I really wanted that cake...it was the perfect sacrifice and the rum too....broke at this time and that is the last of my alcohol supply...


On my way out I grabbed the chocolate easter bunny from last year...it was alive and ready for action...i thought I would get to eat that one...while I was there...when I got there I realized I had nothing for Frank and the other babies...three kids are buried ...it is a really nice family...really

so I poured the Rum on Bobs grave...I have been feeling a little bad about the way I uded to carry on wiht his wife while he was laying right there...it is a natural form of polyamory...I am just more mature and respectful of his feeling now...it was at least a pint of rum...I drew a two foot cross, circled it, and spiraled into the center the whole thime the ground was drinking it in...i cant describe the good feeling it was...bob was an old Steam Ship Captain...I'm sure he like his rum...

Rachel loves spice...she loved Taco Bell...when I would eat with herein the old days...I knew she was going to like the cake...

And Frank...and the other kids...I pulled that bunny out of my pocket and played like I was eating it...going for the kill...tearing out its throat...till they laughed giddily..they insisted that I take the head...and it sits on my alter...which I can eat till easter (a mystery I will evolve elsewhere)...short stroy they cant eat till Jesus comes back and they pop out of their graves...magnify my little pang...but I left a half pound of chocolate bunny for the kids...


I also invited Cyrus Sinclair and G.W. Hunter, my esteemed Masonic Brothers, who have lain out there forgotten...by most...but somethings are forvever...G.W.Hunter built the second largest Masonic Temple in the State of California and was the Grand Master of California in 1904 when the Aeon changed...


...I am really not supprised that the photograph shows the fog taking strange forms and delighting in the LOVE...

..taking LOVE...RUM...CAKE...CHOCOLATE...into the place of shells, of death, of hungry spirts forgotten...

Past Masters Nap


toxicmasonry, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

There is nothing quite like the Past Maters Nap. It is a form of sleep where you close your eyes in Lodge and begin to silently repeat the ritual to yourself. This creates the most astounding trance, you literaly fall asleep for brief moments during the ritual and come to smack dab in the middle of a ceremony.
Looking around at the brothers in this very skewed state is a very Toxic Magic.
Sitting in Lodges for over 10 years listening to the same mantras, and if the fellow has any connection to you...when you snap awake in that altered state your heart grows like the grinch on christmas.
And yet who are you sitting with? really? the fact that I can sit in my chair and take that muttering nap is very prestigious.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

The Crow


thecrow, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

The Lovemaking of the Crow


No place is as poorly guarded as a harem. And no women more accessible than the king's wives. A determined young man only has to choose how to achieve his ends. Hidden inside a barrel or disguised as a maidservant, he will easily deceive the casual sentinels and the overworked stewards. He can also try to make himself invisible by using an appropriate potion. But the result is uncertain. The king's wives like to play games with strangers that are forbidden with their husband. The young man and the noble lady are lying against each other, head to tail. He explores her yoni while her pretty mouth gobbles up his lingam greedily. It is Kalila the crow, the posture of slaves and maidservants, that queens are so fond of.

When your lover catches your penis
in her hand and, shaping
her lips to an 'O', lays them lightly to its tip,
moving her head in tiny circles,
this first step is called Nimitta (Touching).

Next, grasping its head in her hand,
she clamps her lips tightly about the shaft,
first on one side then the other,
taking great care that her teeth don't hurt you:
this is Parshvatoddashta (Biting at the Sides).

Now she takes the head of your penis
gently between her lips,
by turns pressing, kissing it tenderly
and pulling at its soft skin:
this is Bahiha-samdansha (the Outer Pincers).

If next she allows the head to slide
completely into her mouth
and presses the shaft firmly between her lips,
holding a moment before pulling away,
it is Antaha-samdansha (the Inner Pincers).

When she senses that your orgasm
is imminent she swallows up the whole penis,
sucking and working upon it
with lips and tongue until you spend:
this is Sangara (Swallowed Whole).

With delicate fingertips,
pinch the arched lips of her house of love
very very slowly together,
and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip:
this is Adhara-sphuritam (the Quivering Kiss).

Now spread, indeed cleave asunder,
that archway with your nose and let your tongue
gently probe her yoni,
with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling:
it becomes Jihva-bhramanaka (the Circling Tongue).

Let your tongue rest for a moment
in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord's temple
before entering to worship vigorously,
causing her seed to flow:
this is Jihva-mardita (the Tongue Massage).

Next, fasten your lips to hers
and take deep kisses
from this lovely one, your beloved,
nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris:
this is called Chushita (Sucked).

Place your darling on a couch,
set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist,
suck hard and let your tongue stir
her overflowing love-temple:
this is called Bahuchushita (Sucked Hard).

If the pair of you lie side by side,
facing opposite ways,
and kiss each other's secret parts
using the ten techniques described above,
it is known as Kakila (the Crow).

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Chakra-Endocrine Pairs


FIG3, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

"The chakras and the endocrines appear to be at the same spatial location within the body, and my feeling is that they act as coupled or companion glands; i.e. as chakra-endocrine pairs, and we should begin to think of them as a type of transformer or transducer, if you like.
In Fig.3 we have a representation of a chakra-endocrine pair as a tuned circuit via which one may tap energy from the Cosmos. Once can tune this circuit to absorb energy and produce current flow in the etheric circuit; i.e some type of current, whatever it is."
William A. Tiller Ph.D.
Energy Fields and the Human Body
reprinted in The Journal of Borderland Research 2004

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Cosmic Electronics


more than UFO's, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Cosmic Electronics.... Simple geometric arrangements of materials which can detect and distribute living energies anywhere in the universe without any physical connection!!

THE COSMIC PULSE OF LIFE
The Revolutionary Biological Power behind UFOs
Trevor James Constable
Borderland Sciences

Get IT!

Friday, January 14, 2005

Angel of Light


Angel of Light32, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

In the darkness a strange light began to shine. I could just make out the features of some devilish creature...

Angel of Light


Angel of Light23, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

The it lit the room with a gauzy glow and a smoking reek like burnt teflon...

Angel of Light


Angel of Light, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

I walked to it with polimics and sympathy and grace...

It merely spoke my name...

Thursday, January 13, 2005

The Cursed Bed

Original Post

Someone stole my bed once...

I put it outside to air out...

came back later and it was gone...

It was my escape pod from the missus at the time...

I slept right on the floor for at least two years if I wanted to get away to my own sleep space.

Anyway, I cursed that mattress and whoever had it to unspeakable horror in their sleep...

But, alas, being only the humbled reincarnation of Aleister Crowley, no one will report in one hundred years that the bed of Chris Titan has been exorcised.

Quite the contrare, that cursed mattress, a mattress that I stole from a pretty nasty group home...god knows what transpired on it before I had it...to make it worthy of me...and that matress will be handed down by the junkie skum who stole it for 100 more years. It will be that nasty mattress left in a field that teen agers find themselves passed out on, covered in vomit, and not remebering what happened...black out

The black outs are notorious from lounging on this artifact of my outrage, recharged a hundred nights as I slept on blankets against the hard wood floor. No one can tell you...they cannot describe...and do not remember...the mind numbing agony of pitiless terror...the rageing threat that consumes but never actually bring you to the sweet point of deaths release...time slows to a minute crawl...the scream of the throat slow and droning...the inverted udgita...the OM of the void place of the spirit. The roar every moment more fierce, each second a pang of fresh fear, more deep and anxious than the last, every heart beat a gasp of panic....

Yeah, they stole my bed...

I found a foam pad at the fabric store for $30.00 on sale and it worked like magick...

Grail Creatures


DSC00044, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

If you asve this and then enlarge it you can see it better...if I have time...

The Metal Bowl


DSC00042, originally uploaded by ChrisTitan.

Charged Water

There is a story published on Digital Falcon about charged water.

If it is true there may be a strange electric type field that is assisting the strange grail creatures to come to life...

Grail Creatures

Reading about the complex structure of rain water...gave me an excitement when the metal bowl was filled to the brim under the kind of blue sky that only comes after a big storm.

The metal bowl was set upon a wooden beam...a 3x3 I think...it was the mote pulled out of my eye by Clay on my 30th birthday...I dragged it around for years before I figured out it was an altar. Next to this 3 ft tall 3x3 is a 4 1/2 foot piece of rebar that is grounded into the earth about 2 feet. The metal bowl is resting un the rebar and the altar is at an angle.

When I gazed down into the crystal clear water...there were these small green growths and tiny twisted black seeds...and something else that took longer to define.

It was bits of a grey waterloged worm...

The worm was eating the seeds and was eaten by a bird...carried off dangling in its beak...when fate twisted it free of the bird and right into the water...if not for the bowl the severed worm would have lived...I gazed long enough to see his dissolved bloated worm face...its body like a fabric worn thin...

The worm ate the seeds

The bird ate the worm

The bird dropped the worm into the bowl of water...

The seeds have sprouted underwater.




Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Titanticles I

I leave the dinner party high on homemade Absinth. I am in that godlike state where you see your power clearly and I decide to go fishing.

I blow into my house and grab my pole. I live a few blocks from the bay. It is very late almost 4:00 in the morning...

The bay is still and black like I have never seen it...errie

I reach into my pocket for the handful of marshmellows I was using for bait.

I lobbed the marshmellow deep into the blackness, and then I swerved against the tension of my line in the water.

The lights cast a perfect reflection of the bridge and the boats...it was like a post card...I swayed on the grey floation kyack launching dock, feeling the gentle pulse of the still water.

I looked around to see that the place was fairly populated with hip young junkies, out of doors with gear...a young girl...junk raw sees me baiting my pole and stops at the top of the dock and asks in a etherial curiosity "what is that?"

A fishing pole!

This scene throws me into a Burroughs jag just when I get a bite on my line...the electric sensation when that fish grabbed that marshmellow...as I settled back into my skin I realized that the fish had just taken a hit of marshmellow and would be coming back for more...I was a death dealing marshmellow pusher.

Everything was so quite and I was casting the marshmellow out into the black mirror over and over again...until I began to fear the tenticles just slipping out of the dark water and silently pulling me into the water.

"They would just think I was drunk" I thought to myself.