these websites and discussions are highly amusing and entertaining. i've always had a fascination with the real underground of the internet : badly designed geocities websites and obscure forums... it's like people ranting and raving from their tiny worlds into the unresponsive endlessness of space.
as someone who has studied hypnosis and nlp, i can inform with certainty that while they are effective pragmatic systems which can produce definate responses, the reality is that "hypnotic" "trance" states / work are alot more mundane and simple, and alot less dramatic than people think... it's a natural play on suggestability and rapport (which can undoubtedly have dramatic results if all parties are engaging in with a shared experience and end). this whole notion of "mind control" is largely fantasy. here's an excellent example of complete, but fascinating, bollocks based on fantastical assumptions :
www.freedomsphoenix.com/Find-Freedom.htm?At=039963&From=other things of oddity and interest i have recently read:
as soon as i say his name, i'm sure some will want to skip the rest of this message, so an indulgent preamble on my part. a poem by aleister crowley i've recently re-read. it's so fucking unfortunate that the overuse of crowley and burroughs as "industrial" icons has led people to ignore the genuine insights of their work. in fact, most of the black clad adolescents who whitter on about crowley and burroughs can't even fucking manage to read their work, instead they sit alongside a far more conservative strain of narrow-minded-ness which focuses on the sensational sides of their life-stories while ignoring the genuinely rigourous intellectual value of their writings. crowley is certainly the great under-rated philosopher of the 20th century, sadly and depressingly people are more interested in going on about his sex life, addicitions and undoubted mistakes and character flaws (for example, ludwig wittgenstein is rightly regarded as an important philosopher and people don't tend to harp on about his homosexuality or the fact that he violently beat his child students).
he was certainly no great poet, but this one is remarkable for it's lustful and filthy exuberance... they would make great lyrics in places:
www.rahoorkhuit.net/library/crowley/sublime.htmlmy favourite: "Stab your demonic Smile to my brain! Soak me in Cognac Cunt and Cocaine!"
and one more poem, this one by the surrealist and spitter-on-priests Benjamin Peret, whom are a friend of mine recommended recently to me with this amazing work:
"From a pool of liquid dung one day a bubble rose
and burst
From the smell the father could tell
He'll be a famous killer
Snotty filthy the vermin grew up
and started talking of Revenge
Revenge for what For paternal manure
or for the cow that made the manure
At six he was farting into a bugle
At eight two turds decorated his sleeve
From a pool of liquid dung one day a bubble rose
At ten he was commanding the lice on his head
and the itching let his parents know
he has talent
At fifteen he was raped by a donkey
and they made a lovely couple
they begot a pair of boots with spurs
into which he disappeared like a dirty sock"
...something to be said to all the serial killer worshiping and nazi fetishising gothic bores ;-)
