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Perception is key.

The shamans manipulate neural symbols

They say that the sauna is a special place in Latvia.

into the quadrant of the Crazy Maker.

we have no images for what this epistrophé wants.

the beginning was not the beginning

“excess of pneuma”

memory is imagining qualified by time.

We had the experience but missed the meaning

Saving the psyche’s phenomena calls for an alchemical method of chaos.

power is a structural phenomenon.

Freud confused reason and cause, which led to an “abominable mess” that continues to this day.

a hippopotamus is not in the room.

“But, what is the theory behind SFBT?”

When the French Bishop of Aix consecrated an electrical plant to God’s work...

awash in ritually blessed alcohol.

an ability to render it transparent.

The electrode is the decisive challenge for the therapist.

The Conditional Frogs, ‘He Who Bites,’ ‘Naughty Naughty,’ or ‘He Looks Pale, Needs a Laxative,’ can stop being frogs.

The forces of human destiny are foursome and fearsome..

vulnerability in place of exquisitely dandified irony.

This is the sea, then, this great abeyance…

spidery Windsor chairs and a couple of rugs.

Muted by the dark groves of rhododendrons.

‘It was probably my assistant'.

this continuum tolerates a teleology.

resonance machines that inspire

Space is never neutral, but always entangled in complex power arrangements.

Explore Everything

She sleeps every night with her car key and ten dollars strapped to her thigh.

he was under the direct guidance of angels.

technologies are shot through with myths that frame the story of time.

a range of symbolically charged materials

‘you must find a tape. We cannot support you indefinitely'.

In a tooth formed of iron is caught...

with iced black coffee and charcoal biscuits

At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower.

Tawol Athodu Ek Erilaz ...

The fifth megalith was blank.

forever in a moon-green pool.

Dance hour.

and the red flame is seeping out of you.

These atoms are liars.

Of night and light and the half-light..

Dear shadows, now you know it all..

From the torrent, or the fountain, from the red cliff of the mountain..

Twas noontide of summer, and mid-time of night...

The white fever of temptation upswept its angel wings..

Shining stars in the dimming sky.

An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us..