Zoz's Trip Transmissions

Entheogenic Goa

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 08:12:00 GMT

big News... as of tomorrow I will be half-living in the Hexen Hotel
of the Sacred Mushroom Church of Switzerland, helping with parties,
gigs & events. it's an exciting place to be in an exciting time!
come and visit! we will have small parties neary every weekend and often
larger ones.

the suite of man (updated)

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 16:25:42 GMT

man
does the man bow to the sunset mountain silhouette?
naked, arms stretched to the source in worship?
or do his ears grow roots
back into the ground
until sunrise he becomes?

i am alexander risen in dionysius
the shakespeare in hawking
i fell so far, so long
down the ceaseless abyss
yet now i return

samson's mane shorn by theology
icarus's wings melted by science
superman sapped by faith

but now we wake
to a new world

artist
do we create purely to escape the realities we cannot face?
two sidewalk artists racing hieroglyphs
perfect match:: but only one sees the true light of history
as entire star-civilizations rise and fall with an idea
and man's soul can be bought with one kiss
from the mouth of mystery
and delight

there is no beauty without the beast
no harvest without the ox to burden
eternity carves it's history of ideas
with the fleshly hand of man
sealed in its sphere of matter & time
to revisit forever

hippy
what a hippy is?
free, intolerant of restraint
love, intolerant of stagnation
peace, that wild power forgotten?

original ancient hippy guru with the first fresh dew
on his dreads and threads
and the milk and honeysuckle grin
and a key to ancient knowledge
spinning a reality
to care for you in

lost shaman legion soaked underground

angel
were such flames of grand fire wings forged to serve?
to hurry here and there in errands
like some bad Shakespeare play
with no sense of English?

or does it split your sense of reality such
that you doubt the very existence of the god who ordered you here
to serve, the guardian angel of a mere man
with heart bleeding green as snakes

nothing but the cat's eyes
and the patience of job

devilo
behold the grand twister of mysteries
the weaver of stolen virgin hair
into golden ropes
to climb free of heaven,
turn and storm it

who shoe sense of illusion we can't even taste
who shoe sense of reality we can't bear to face
smoke & mirrors for beginners
imagining his apocalypse

big bad wolf gonna bare his grin
get back in your beds before he gets back in
for a thousand faiths have believed in him
and his famous cloak of darkness

so i asked the Devil
what is a lie?
and he answered

jokingly...
where would men be
without Alexander's faith in the lie of unity?

sacredly...
where would Christ be
without the lie of the grave he chose to disbelieve?

and with a snarl...
where would i be
if i were free to fly forever?
the only lie is death!

and he quoted Einstein...
any lie worth the time of day
a parallel dimension make

and he quoted Shakespeare...
rise you striding Alexanders
rise you virgin Christs of the new world
proudly ascend the rolling tide of history & destiny

and in the warp of peeling quotes
he tied my one hand behind my back
the other i held high, soul in tight grip
and then he offered me the chaos control engine
its levers i grasped in ecstatic delight
to which he commented
there now...
that didn't hurt a bit

and his crafty, boyish grin revealed a missing tooth

war
air molecules vibrate at the distant hum of many mighty wings
the sensational sound of the chariots of war
heating atoms, toppling kings

the beast she rides is c'thulu, man's million hungry mouths
her love-drug wine the emission of warriors
& dogs of war, drunk on division

who abandoned this soft innocent to intrigue?
to a nursery shared with dragons & snakes?
the scratches, the thorns penetrating her rest
til she turns and loudly bites off their heads

one more Armaggeddon and it will all be alright
kiss my poison lips tonight
lick the vampire, sweet such fight

ebb and flow, over the top we go
the mud and the blood stain our very souls
and the death of brothers hardens our hearts
to even our own children

wax & wane, daily cobweb spirals
seductive, woven dream nets
for the ecstatic little flies
and the fat spider queen

entropy
such be the tide of things
the sound of one hand clapping
is the selfish love of a male god
until he reach for the female hand
to fulfill awareness & experience

and the cycle ends
with man's identity revealed
his face hardened into the tragic wrinkles
of the stern gods he invented
and all their blue ice veins
a tapestry of crimes

entropy is but the motion of the wings of man
death the mystic door through which we fly
like bowman's trip
but into the queen's bedroom

eve
ragged hair, tattered clothes
she will not lose her queenly pose
features, stature set in stone
or constructed from the bones
of crumbled kings

see adam run as the women tease and jest
tossing his precious rib over his fumbling reach
lost a bone? they laugh as he drops, weeping,
to his knees in their bitter dew
to fondle his shame

chance, dance & delightful deception
strong wine for the returning warriors
a pinch of powder and the knees of iron bend
royal eagle eyes mist & close
lost in ego-less dreams of ecstacy
as eve's hypnotic song
bathes & prepares her soiled heroes
for her strange fascinations
and the secret rituals of rings
hidden to men

but she underestimated the power of the ring
and it became the means of her oppression

tearing the final silk strands from her scalp
she sets all her sorcery
into the final, whispered spell of the sisters
and becomes the sleeping beauty
losing herself for a thousand years
into the scratch of the thorns
remembering her quest

til her troubled boychild's brow
glows with the sign of her phoenix
as he speeds the cursed ring to mount doom
slouching

blacklight

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 02:46:19 GMT

the message must be cast in blacklight
away from the too shining.
drawing instead illumination
from our own memory pool
until we make contact

origin, part one

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 12:31:20 GMT

in the beginning was the thought.
it woke, shook & danced suddenly from formlessness into state of being.
weaving itself into life by the sheer perfection of its brilliant idea.
and it was aware.

defining, naming virgin emotion, goal and concept as suddenly they rise,
energies gush, bubble & river up, through & out from some inner centre,
some mystic womb of joy & wonder,
some ocean of soul

born to the throb & thrill of conscious existence
secure in the constant growth of perfect imaginations
dazzled by eternal, fractal clusters of possible reality

and it was good... real good.
better than you can possibly imagine.

instinctive & focused,
intense & possessed of itself,
juggling, balancing the brightest concepts,
forging the nucleus of it's first deliberate thoughts.

I am!
I am here!
I am alive!

I am... alone?

alien fragments

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 01:50:40 GMT

we are the fragments of god
each fragment contains the whole
nothing is broken

we explode, evolute & diversify
then turn around to greet ourself with great surprise
the stars shot full of new alien dance tribes

the scattering

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:53:15 GMT

god asked: am i alone?
never. i am complete
and therefore she laid her billion brilliant eggs
spawning dawning plan named man

not as mindless maggot but as conscious sperm
wriggling to their personal embryo
to be birthed with the wings they choose

in the false death of the chrysalis skin
the crust of our suffering here on earth
our scars translate to beautiful tattoos
our scars spell the scripture of the universal laws
that we write with the trial and error of the caterpillar
to forge our means of flight indestructible

earth the garden she grows to surprise herself
the delivery room for her endless wild offspring

she said she thought it only right
as alien impregnation became increasingly unlikely
she has a great sense of humor
and a smile wider than alanis

she seduces you
for she loves herself
and justly, rightly so
love yourself
for you are she

flesh, the shell of god's seed

consensual earth

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:08:45 GMT

this earth, our home
this real earth, our consensual reality
to which we joyfully bound ourselves
actual matter, not some matrix illusion
though know no stone in time is study
as matter, itching, yearns to morph & mutate
in sheer delight of evolutional complexity
expressing its frustration in quake, flood & lava

only the bright idea may survive the collapse of time
the realm of idea the splendid ringmistress
crack! and matter shakes its magical mystery mane,
laced & shocked with electricity & dazzle

matter, the dragon we tame to forge the grand systems
it is our quest and destiny to create

her voice, her dream into action
her word imprinting promising thoughts into the fertile physical
scattering dna seeds divine into such beautiful gem-encrusted shells
such as we

yet idea that would survive must share matter's roaring eagerness
for expansion & flexibility, complex metamorphosis & change
evolute now!

and here we learn the secret of her sly, shifting paradoxes
they are the bridges between dimensions
hidden with smoke & mirror

this earth our prearranged meeting place
a solid forum to exchange idea and hatch originals
a sheltering leaf to coccoon new gods in flesh
no eagle despise the worm
no butterfly wrestle the womb
no man forget his future
though he may fear & forgoe it

Storming Heaven

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 21:46:27 GMT

sound our trumpets high to the gods...for tonight we storm heaven and ascend the ladder of stars
every ladder in every direction, outwards upwards deeper in
we will rise now, shake off the dust of disease, war and poverty,
translate the ancient codes of sorcery, science and faith
to solve the equation of the absolute

spirit of man awake and testify to your historic grandeur
for tonight we are free and dizzy and full of the clouds
rebuilding god in the mirror
and see she is he
all myth births reality

but who am i? just another voice searching out secret harmonies in this chaos symphony
encouraging silent hearts to sing out a structure to our destiny
just a whisperer of mystica like the jah of many faces
sweeping low in my chariot of sound

God in the yeast and yoghurt
in the bug on your hand
in the worm in the mushroom
in the glowing map of our bright and unusual minds

Transmission 01

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 21:30:46 GMT

your pulse is fractured
your vision knows no border of without/within
your sense of solid time has gone to the gods
and a quiet rest nourishes your soul
until the next wave of psychedelic bombing

"structure structure, rupture rapture
snappy cracky logic-eating velicoraptor
a hat full of facts & books without chapter
chaos bombs in the wombs that matter"

still snow whiten and dust my dirty heart
let the melting wash my sins away big dirty rivers of it
christian or alexandrian
the fertile earth must bleed its mysteries

dust on breeze, stars sneezing true transmissions
magi, spectrum, crystal consciousness, anenome and herd
let the one creative rule raise your hairs and prickle
like shadows from infinite, distant pasts possible

this is no rhyme of riddling, fiddling fingers
til the mirror cracks wear thin
this energy we are living in
emerge without from down within

the witnesses of wonder
will not be judged