the importance of synchronicity and happenstance.

i believe very strongly in magic... and one of the most powerful ways it presents itself is through synchronicity and happenstance. synchronicity was defined by Jung as a meaningful coincidence of an external event with a psychic event, such as a dream, fantasy, or thought... these events coincide in time in a way that gives them meaning for the observer. that is, they seem as communications between a divine force and ourselves, and they confirm that there is a connection or interaction between our psyche and physical reality. this to me is magic... and Jung would generally seem to agree...

...but i digress... the point here is to explain the amazing that is taking place in my life right now... all around me, every day, i have been witness to these happy happenstances. my favorite example shall be explained in part now, and in part in an upcoming post.
yesterday i noticed an all to familiar sight that for various reasons always provokes me to intervene... actually intervene is completely the wrong word because there was no nobility or heroics involved... i just get bored and hate it when i see people i very much appreciate not getting along... you see, there was random nonsensical social networking drama... one of those situations that arises because it's very hard to truly convey sarcasm on the interwebs... and two people who i know and have known for years, but who don't know eachother, were somehow unhappily interacting... this led me to click some buttons and chat with both of them and randomly tell them that the other person involved was also an amazing person and it was likely a weird misunderstanding... again... kinda pointless, but i was bored.. the important part of this is what follows... one of said friends is an individual by the name of patrick (who runs an absolutely fantastic blog called cobain in a coma), and as i was chatting with patrick he made some mention of one of my favorite bands LIGHT ASYLUM, and one of my fave people lauren devine... so i decided to chat with lauren... and she put me in contact with light asylum's touring manager... so to make a short story long...

LIGHT ASYLUM is playing here in SF ON AUGUST 28th.

light asylum-shallow tears (mp3)

house witch.witch house

Chili pepper seeds are wonderful for protective magick and repelling. Wash them, let them dry out, and then place them in a
little glass jar with a lid. Bless your seeds in any way you wish... Make a label for your jar that reads whatever you like.
You can use the seeds to banish negativity from your home whenever you feel the need.
There are two methods for this:

1. Sprinkle a few seeds around your kitchen or home and then vacuum or sweep them out the back door. (it's best not to sweep toward your front door as you might remove your homes luck.)
2. Place some seeds in a mortar and ground them to a powder. Sprinkle the powder where needed and the proceed to vacuum or sweep up. Discard out your back door.

one of my favorite witch-house (drag) projects right now is oOoOO... and lovely enough it would appear they are based out of san francisco. me too. now i just need to put together a show for them.

oOoOO-no shore (mp3)

random weird... one of my favorite blogs, black pyramid, did a post on me.

the black lodge.

worked a new noise project with a good friend the other day... when we were putting the gear away he directed my attention to a blog entitled black lodge soul promotions. the content in this post has nothing to do with said blog (other than the link that leads to it)... but i need to find a way to properly thank him. maybe this jimmy scott song from the last episode of twin peaks will be an acceptable start.



jimmy scott- sycamore trees (mp3)

"all that livin that you're savin' won't buy your dreams for you"

townes van zandt, texas troubadour:

"Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that." — Steve Earle


"I've met Bob Dylan and his bodyguards, and I don't think Steve could get anywhere near his coffee table." — Townes Van Zandt

townes van zandt- waiting around to die (mp3)


(from an old post jennifer put up on bmbf)

we knew the world would not be the same.

“If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one.”



“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”


"Enola Gay, you should have stayed at home yesterday,
words can't describe the feeling and the way you lied.
These games you play, they're gonna end in more than tears someday
Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way
It's 8:15, and that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio, conditions normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
this kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade away
Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way
Enola Gay, it shouldn't fade in our dreams away
It's 8:15, and that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio, conditions normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little boy today
this kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade away"

Within the first two to four months of the bombings, the acute effects killed 90,000–166,000 people in Hiroshima and 60,000–80,000 in Nagasaki, with roughly half of the deaths in each city occurring on the first day. The Hiroshima prefectural health department estimates that, of the people who died on the day of the explosion, 60% died from flash or flame burns, 30% from falling debris and 10% from other causes. During the following months, large numbers died from the effect of burns, radiation sickness, and other injuries, compounded by illness. In a more plausible estimate of the total immediate and short term cause of death, 15–20% died from radiation sickness, 20–30% from flash burns, and 50–60% from other injuries, compounded by illness. In both cities, most of the dead were civilians.

OMD- Enola Gay (mp3)

summertime suicide.

ice cream, beaches, and heartache.
wonder what it's like to try and cut your wrist with a popsicle stick?

just got back from mexico and made this:
summersuicide mix.
health- we are water
warpaint- krimson
aphex twin- avril 14th
OoOoO- nosummer4u
scott walker (haloperidol remix)- plastic palace syzurp (walker mixtape edit)
gravediggaz- 1800-suicide
salem- frost
primal scream- darklands
zola jesus- night
black sabbath- electric funeral (venetian snares dubstep remix)
sonic youth- i dream i dreamed
amber asylum- garden of love

ashes to ashes.

During the rise of the state hospital system, tens of thousands of patients with schizophrenia, severe bipolar, and other (at the time) seemingly untreatable mental disorders were abandoned by their families to spend the rest of their lives in the back wards of public mental institutions.
The only physical memorial that stands to the plight of these forgotten souls are the thousands of brass urns filled with the unclaimed ashes of society's mistakes. These urns are currently stored in a building at the Oregon State Hospital.

David Maisel’s large-scale photographs display the copper canisters that hold these ashes. The Oregon State Hospital, in Salem, inaugurated as the Oregon State Insane Asylum in 1883, stored the remains of over 5000 people in canisters in an underground vault in the mid-1970s. The vault flooded repeatedly, and the canisters—some containing unclaimed remains more than a 100 years old—underwent spectacular processes of deterioration.
Maisel writes of his work: “The copper canisters have a handmade quality; they are at turns burnished or dull; corrosion blooms wildly from the leaden seams and across the surfaces of many of the cans. Numbers are stamped into each lid; the lowest number is 01, and the highest is 5,118. The vestiges of paper labels with the names of the dead, the etching of the copper, and the intensely hued colors of the blooming minerals combine to individuate the canisters. These deformations sometimes evoke the celestial — the Northern Lights, the moons of some alien planet, or constellations in the night sky.” David Maisel’s Library of Dust is the subject of a large-scaled monograph released by Chronicle Books in 2008.

david bowie- ashes to ashes (mp3)