Frater T Rants

Why do weed dealers always use such cheap fucking baggies? Would it kill you to spend two cents extra on a Ziplock? Here’s a hint, you could shop at places other than the corner gas station. The bags would probably be cheaper, too.

On second thought, I don’t want you guys driving any further than the corner gas station.

Emergent Magick – Ancestors

Our ancestors also compel us
to learn our history, especially important for the magi. Just a brief survey of
your ancestral culture is most likely to unearth a rich magical tradition. We
have been led to believe that our current societies had been swiftly converted
to monolithic faiths, instantly erasing eons of animist and pagan traditions.
Nothing can be further from the truth. Vestiges of the old ways live on
everywhere if you know where to look for them. From Catholic grandmothers
burying statues of saints in the yard, to Baptist hoodoo practitioners driving
away evil spirits with salt, to the seer stone used by Joseph Smith in the
founding of the Church of Later Day Saints, the magick of our ancestors
continues.

If you dig a little
deeper, you find that many of our traditions come from much older, pagan roots.
Many Catholic saints were once pagan gods or folk heroes. Our holidays correspond
with celebrations of our pagan ancestors. All of them believed in magick. Your
ancestors will teach you this.

megacosms:

  The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real ‘cause that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down, and around and around. It has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun–for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question: “Is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered and they come back to us and they say: “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we–kill those people. “Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family, this has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. You ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter–because–it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money, a choice right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world right now to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

–Bill Hicks