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Damn, do I miss the 90s…

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Reality was in another MODE back then.

Maybe you can watch that film "Nirvana" with Cristopher Lambert.

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So, now I found this:

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I have listened to many just as old punk and wave tapes with my older friends and just love the atmosphere of it. And this one is such a perfect piece of nostalgia. Considering the difference between what is said there and the attitude of today’s practicioners is wothwhile, I think.

When was the last time I bought hairspray?

Just got bored and thought, let’s see if I find any interesting audiovisual stuff on the net, found this [www.youtube.com]

For me as a German his accent is not always easy to understand, but I think if someone’s cool, then he is. I still like the stuff. The interview contains nothing so new but is a good and solid dose of common sense.

By the 15th century, the Templar Knights had disappeared, but deep in

the bowels of the British Museum in a case well sealed and protected

lies a strange memorial to their impact on the city of London.

London of the early 12th century was on its way to becoming an

impressive city, but its life and its blood was the Thames River.

Without the river commerce would grind to a halt as the people of

London discovered to their horror in 1216……..

The first ships seemed simply to have disappeared, but the monster

wasted little time in this caution. Soon, many Londoners had seen the

gaping maw licked by flames dragging a hapless crew to its death. It

was a fire salamander, and in the Autumn of 1216 it was estimated to

be 40 feet long with jaws that gaped 10 feet wide.

By the spring of 1217, the monster was no longer a nuisance, it was a

deadly plague. No boat could navigate the Thames… no raft was small

enough, no ship was large enough to resist the demon of the Thames.

Worse, the beast was growing! The latest reports called it 70 feet

long with jaws opening 15 feet. Our instinct is to discount this

absurd growth, and yet few could impeach its source.

He, our source, enters the story in August of 1217. London had begged,

prayed, blasphemed, and killed in desperate attempts to exorcise or

appease their curse; to no avail. On June 14, four men painted

themselves with the Devil’s Cross and proclaimed themselves the Dark

Priests of the Beast. They built a ship and doused it in oil; then,

they sailed it down the river. Dark Priests they may have been, but

they died screaming like any man. On July 28, London sent three

virgins (the youngest not yet 13) down the Thames to the monster. It

was thought that this would appease the evil god: the monster’s hunger

exceeded even this atrocity.

On August 23, our source received his summons. His given name is lost

in his chosen name: Honorus. He was a Templar Knight and possibly a

saint. That morning, he was commanded to destroy the beast.

London in fear and desperation had turned to their most jealous

weapon, the Templars… warrior monks who fought with the fierce,

perhaps fanatic, frenzy of the devout. The city had exhausted all

other options; the monks were its last hope, and Honorus was the

greatest of the Knights.

The battle was truly a footnote to his preparation. .. Honorus ventured

into the woods upstream from London. He forsook shelter, clothing,

food, and sleep for four days, meditating on the coming struggle. When

the four days ended, he stalked and killed a stag without weapon or

aid. With the skin of the stag he made clothing; from its flesh he

regained his strength; and with its guts, he lashed five logs into a

raft fit for his purpose.

Honorus set the raft in motion. He had outfitted himself with the only

item he would use in this fight which had not come out of the forest

with him. A sword of Spanish steel, blue with the sky, lay in his lap.

Soon, he felt the swell of the water disturb his raft: the monster was

coming, yet he sat unmoving.

The beast broke the surface.

No human is perfect; a splinter of the collapsing raft clipped

Honorus’ left foot as he leapt into the water. He had timed his jump

slightly too late, but no matter, the injury will not be important

until after the battle.

The monster was above the water only momentarily; time enough for

Honorus to drive his sword between two of its scales. The monster

thrashed in pain, turning its exposed flesh from the steaming water.

Honorus was lifted from the water as the beast rolled. He gauged his

stroke and leapt, striking the monster’s eye.

Angered and half blinded, the beast threw Honorus into the river and

grasped him in its immense jaws. Honorus swam quickly past the teeth

into the monster’s mouth. Inside, the questing tongue scalded his feet

as he searched for purchase again, and we shall ignore this injury for

now.

Once he had braced himself inside the beast’s mouth, pushing with all

his strength against the slowly rising tongue, he took aim. Honorus

had time to make only one thrust.

When his journal recalls these events, it attributes Honorus’ "luck"

in this battle to aid from the Divine. We do not wish to detract from

the glory of God, but surely He will not envy His servant. Is it

coincidence that Honorus’ blade struck true to the brain? Honorus had

already studied carefully the anatomy of the salamander a week before

he was summoned to fight the beast. Did Honorus not know that the

water’s rush against the beast’s exposed flank would cause it such

pain? In his journal, "August 24: And once I am atop the beast and it

has rolled from the water, where then to strike?"

Two weeks after Honorus was told to lift the curse of London, the

beast was dead. The next day London celebrated Honorus; the town would

live because of him. Three days later, gratitude had disappeared.

The body of the beast had lodged itself firmly in the mire less than

half a mile downstream of London. Although it was yet intact (perhaps

due to its incredible armor), it would surely soon rot. While not so

great a terror, the rotting beast would be almost as dangerous as the

live beast, attracting disease and scavengers. No ship could move the

carcass. The people of London called upon Honorus.

Honorus’ solution was difficult but practical, and he began as soon as

he had retrieved his sword. He fasted for two days; then, he ate the

cooked meat of the huge salamander and fasted for a third day. When he

suffered no ill effects, Honorus began dissecting the beast. With the

help of London, Honorus soon had all the usable meat and intestines of

the dead beast transformed into sausage.

A bizarre solution it was, but a good one. The sausage was soon

discovered to be excellent and to keep easily for very long periods of

time. Even more important, the sausage fast became incredibly popular

throughout England and much of Europe. It began to reestablish the

fame of London’s trade after the Hiatus of the Beast.

Still, Honorus has one final contribution to this history… It became

vital that everyone knew from whence the incredible sausage of London

came, and thus we return to Honorus’ injuries.

After the battle with the live beast and the crisis of the dead beast,

Honorus took time to recover. Six weeks after he was first summoned,

he was dressing the injuries on his feet. The problems of London were

known to him. As he dipped a strip of paper like gauze into a healing

salve, he had a thought.

One week later, each sausage shipped from London carried a fascinating

new development: a label. Just as the gauze dried and closed on

Honorus’ foot, the parchment around these sausages was attached; and

all would know the fame of London from each link she sold.

In the end, despite all his other feats, it was this idea, the product

label, that survived Honorus. In tribute to this advance, the British

Museum houses the only known surviving label from Honorus’ sausages.

And although even the tough gut of the Beast has long since faded to

dust, the label may still be read. If our reader could go to the

Museum and enter the Medieval wing’s most treasured collection, she

could still read, in faint letters, the Label of Honor:… It Was The

Beast Of Thames, It Was The Wurst Of Thames….

(stan kegel)

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My mom had this old book from the late seventies, which always seemed odd to me. I remember I attempted to read it as a young teenager and didn’t get what it’s about. Now I have grabbed that book – Shikasta, thinking I should by now be able to read it and it seems interesting, might be something for you as well.

I haven’t read very far yet, so can’t give a summary. But it is an odd late seventies phenomenon: sci-fi with elements of von Daniken pre-astronautics. I find it kind of resembles Dune, though I have never managed to read much of the Dune series. And so far I find it easier to read than Dune. It tells just as much of a giant meta-story, but doesn’t keep the reader stuck in details like sitting-in-a-room-when-someone-comes-in-episodes. Some of the contents are very similar to part-esoteric-part-sci-fi motives that Jane Roberts had published before Shikasta came out.

The official influence for this is said to be Sufism in Doris Lessing’s case.

The publication of Shikasta was kind of a brave act for Doris Lessing, for she dared to publish sci-fi as someone with the reputation of being a sophisticated author.

Well, but in 2007 she won the nobel prize for literature. Nice person, I find, being such a free thinker.

Shikasta is only the first part in a series of books.

Have any of you read it already?

Things got a little stuffy on KIA a while back.  I went through a phase of taking things too seriously and I guess that may have had a negative impact on things.

In an effort to lighten the mood and return to form, I am bringing back the 23 Penguins of KIA, albeit in a slightly different form than the orginal.  To take part in the project, visit the wiki page and contribute…

http://kiamagic.com/wiki/index.php?title=23_Penguins

In my time as an Anon I encountered this:

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It was posted by a nice magician who was part of the movement. I deliberately suspended form my engangement there for a while, not sure if I’ll go back. But stuff like this made you a fool monolith in it. And if it’s all the bad orders in the world on your back, stuff like this is your medicine!