“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster

Over the hills and far away, in the longago pubescent dawn, my world was a half-dreamt thing built as much from Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Hunter S. Thompson as from the concrete chunks of reality that the usual suspects doled out daily. At an age when desire and imagination have yet to become estranged from one another, just to see and feel is to breed fetishes. Mine were occult: astral dreams, D&D poesy, illustrations ripped from library books about the supernatural....

Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?

Over the hills and far away, in the longago pubescent dawn, my world was a half-dreamt thing built as much from Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Hunter S. Thompson as from the concrete chunks of reality that the usual suspects doled out daily. At an age when desire and imagination have yet to become estranged from one another, just to see and feel is to breed fetishes. Mine were occult: astral dreams, D&D poesy, illustrations ripped from library books about the supernatural....

It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment

Over the hills and far away, in the longago pubescent dawn, my world was a half-dreamt thing built as much from Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Hunter S. Thompson as from the concrete chunks of reality that the usual suspects doled out daily. At an age when desire and imagination have yet to become estranged from one another, just to see and feel is to breed fetishes. Mine were occult: astral dreams, D&D poesy, illustrations ripped from library books about the supernatural....

There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

Over the hills and far away, in the longago pubescent dawn, my world was a half-dreamt thing built as much from Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Hunter S. Thompson as from the concrete chunks of reality that the usual suspects doled out daily. At an age when desire and imagination have yet to become estranged from one another, just to see and feel is to breed fetishes. Mine were occult: astral dreams, D&D poesy, illustrations ripped from library books about the supernatural....

But what if the medium is the message?

Over the hills and far away, in the longago pubescent dawn, my world was a half-dreamt thing built as much from Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Hunter S. Thompson as from the concrete chunks of reality that the usual suspects doled out daily. At an age when desire and imagination have yet to become estranged from one another, just to see and feel is to breed fetishes. Mine were occult: astral dreams, D&D poesy, illustrations ripped from library books about the supernatural....