The theosophists Leadbetter and Besant described certain occult perceptions of thought forms. These thought forms were described and in some instances they were committed to paper. The basic idea is that all thought content has this a kind of substantial … Continue reading Theosophical Thought Forms and Pneuminous Accretions.
The charge is often levelled that we reify thing-vectors as such largely because our consciousness perceives things only at a certain temporal speed. Process philosophy and early versions of this (like Goethe) point out how we can use mental effort … Continue reading On the Neurotic Accretion and its Projective Desire.
Reiteration is a common theme in philosophy. To this end I feel compelled to reiterate one of the central theses involved here. This is the notion of the concept being able to alter the thing it conceptualises. This has been … Continue reading The Concept as Interface to the Umbratic (On the possibility of talking to vectors)
“And where were you last night young lady?” Enquired my owlish father, peering over his poached eggs. I was not fooled by the calmness of the question, his eyes betrayed a simmering anger. “Last night?” I feigned surprise. “Yes Sophie, … Continue reading White (7): At the Breakfast Table.
Intro. In this paper what we want to offer is quite possibly the most satisfying and infuriating answer to all the effectivity of complementary medicine you’re going to find. This holds true whether you are a skeptic or believer. The … Continue reading Chaos Magick, Vector Theory and Complementary Medicine
When trying to describe the possibility that information stuck together (a pneuminous accretion) might exert an effect upon the substrate that it is attached to, one easily becomes misunderstood. The chief confusion comes in conflating a kind of physical level … Continue reading Notes on the Phenomenological Limits of Strong Pneuminous Interactions (Magick).
‘The Kingdom of the moon’. I pondered the phrase as I walked. It seemed to me it had a fantastic sound to it. It beckoned at once being upon the moon and being bathed in its light. It conjured a land … Continue reading White (6) Bilithic Void
“I’ll whistle across the merry land, I’ll whistle from afar, I’ll whistle with the gentleman, Who leaves the door ajar.” Such were the words that drifted into my wakening state, to a tune I fancied I knew from somewhere. I noted … Continue reading White (5): The Stony Path
“Upwards and yonder, amongst the grey ones of ancient times.” He spoke with an exultation, before turning to me with an intense glint in his eye to say “Who may bewitch the unwary with their ancient rhymes.” No soon had … Continue reading White (4): Pool.
“Who are you?” I finally managed you say as the trance of shock lifted. I had turned round fully expecting to find him close by, on the stone, but the man was back on the bank, seated with his legs outstetched … Continue reading White (3): Clara