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IN THIS ISSUE: Rat................................................................................................ 3 Symbolism of Swans.............................................................4, 5, 6 Penny Musical Album..................................................................7 Believe.......................................................................................8, 9 The Tantric Illustrations by If There Is a God.........................10,11 Trees and Responsibility.............................................................12 C.O.G.s Are Dangeorus.............................................................13 SPECIAL CENTERFOLD FEATURING THE ARTWORK OF IF THERE IS A GOD Prince of Disks.............................................................................14 Yaltabaoth Saklas Samael .......................................................15 King of Cups................................................................................16 Tribute to Philip...........................................................................17 Thoughts of the City.............................................................18, 19 Ever Wonder?.............................................................................20 The Magician..............................................................................21 Subconcious Memetic Warfare.........................................22, 23 Radio Free Wha...?.....................................................................24 Suggested Reading...................................................................25 RADIO FREE MERCURY is a collectively run publication. Collectively run means that RFM represents the communal effort of its contributors. RFM is made and distributed by a leaderless disorganization, thus the format and subject matter can be expected to change frequently, according to the needs, whims and wishes of the contributors and assemblers. Radio Free Mercury is a forum for discussion and self-directed exploration of art and intellectual endeavors. The views expressed by individual contributors to RFM may not be shared by the makers of RFM as a whole. However, the supporters of RFM believe in the free exchange of ideas, and respect for the integral place knowledge holds in society. All submissions are copyright of the original authors/artists, and should not be reprinted without the creator’s permission. However, Radio Free Mercury may be reprinted, whole and without changes, by individuals for personal or archival use.
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JJ’ S R ECOMMENDATIONS T ITLE : Foucault's Pendulum A UTHOR : Umberto Eco G ENRE : novel/wierd stuff D ESCRIPTION : an evocative journey rife with alchemists, rosicrus-
cians, templars, playgans, mystery schools, cabala and other mystical goodness. Filled with accurate information under the guise of a good story.
tury's most complex and engaging work. The masterwork of a master author, it took James 17 years to write this contraversial novel. It is best considered as play, it does not respond to readers who demand immediate satisfaction and concrete meaning.
T ITLE : Finnegans Wake A UTHOR : James Joyce G ENRE : MADNESS beautiful madness D ESCRIPTION : the wake is considered by many to be the 20th cen-
MEUS OPUS MAGNUS’ RECOMMENDATION T ITLE : A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters A UTHOR : Julian Barnes G ENRE : Fiction/History D ESCRIPTION : A satirical look at history, rich and thought provoking. Funny too. This is Meus’ favourite book, EVER. (if that helps).
T ITLE : Survivor A UTHOR : Chuck Palahniuk G ENRE : Fiction D ESCRIPTION : Tender Branson, who is 33, tells his story to the black
box of a 747 which is about to crash. The novel focuses on the rise and fall of a media-driven cult leader.
JAY LE ROY’S RECOMMENDATIONS T ITLE : Valis and Radio Free Albemuth A UTHOR : Philip Dick G ENRE : Science Fiction (?) D ESCRIPTION : Two novels regarding Dick’s experiences with and
attempted comprehension of the “being” known as V.A.L.I.S. The Vast Active Living Intelligence System throught the universe. These books are considered the authors most controvertial yet intriguing.
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Radio Free Mercury: a project that encourages and encompasses the talents and intellect of various indiviuals all over Western Civilization. No one has physically met each other, we exist as a viral meme in the collective conciousness of the world wide web. Technology is our weapon and Truth our final destination. We’ve studied and probed and discussed for ages. Our eyes were opened, our brains received oil changes and the grime was wiped off our filters of perception. We’ve glimpsed what’s behind the curtain, and depending on who you ask, it’s not a pretty sight. Everyday we’re fighting a memetic war for the hearts and minds of fellow human beings, to counteract the mind control of self- serving governments and influential corporations. Someday we hope to awaken people to their true potential, not as passive consumers, but as active participants in the majesty that is Life. Masters of their own destinies and rulers of their own minds. Using this project as a forum to stimulate the intellect has been our goal for over a year. We hope Radio Free Mercury will offer new ways of looking at the same problems, to offer alternative ways of thinking. And if we’re lucky, helping to bring about a total paradigm shift. Always remember: Think For Yourself.
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the subconcious reads between the lines. In this case, however, the idea is not to effect one's own subconcious. It is not to infect YOU with the meme, but others. To spread the awakening process. Sigil-making is a fairly simple process, the idea is formulated (in this case "I want folks to stop paying attention to the bullshit forced down their throats, and think for themselves"), it is condensed, and "negative" words are removed. Why? The subconcious does not understand 'no'... no idea why, but it just doesn't. So, "Stop , think for yourself". But this isn't clear enough, nor is direct condensation of a sentance my "thang". My thang, in this case was to condense it to "Revolt, Rebel, Awaken" Dangerous? Maybe... maybe. I then eliminated the vowels as they recurred, reducing it to a jumble of letters, which I then arranged. These babies work. I have a rain sigil that has come into reknown the world over... well, at least in hedgewitch circles. Sigils can be employed in several ways. Mass Sigilization: Using a copy-machine, a computer, or your hands reproduce the sigil as many times as is possible (and in varying sizes) Print them as stickers, as sheets, leaflets, and print them in tiny mini-bible sizes (more on this later). Scatter them freely. Give them away. Stick them to mirrors and bathroom stalls. Hide them in tampon despensers and in magazines. Deposit one in a dollar bill, folded and paper-clipped. Drop handfulls in tiny sizes out of an officebuilding window. Visual Sigils: Plastering sigils, or penning them, in locations where folks will be forced to encounter them. Overpasses in congested traffic areas, busstops, bathroom stalls. Tucked into a book or magazine, written on suspicious parchment. Use as an avatar on fora where a little rebellion and awakening might be good. Destroyed Sigils: A sigil is created, loaded with intent (charged, if you prefer) and is utterly destroyed. A favorite method is burning, by which the matter is converted into energy. Other methods work for this as well. The destruction of the sigil always represents the idea passing from the normal world, into the subtle one. 4 23
The swan, king of water birds, is common in folklore and fable and is the focus of many tales and aphorisms. It represents the union of opposites in purity, the reconciliation of division. In alchemical symbolism, it represents the third stage of the soul: the overflowing vessel waiting to be transformed into the tincture of immortality. It is also cognate with Mercury, because of the swan's reputation for volatility. Because it mediates the realm between water and air, it is a shamanistic animal, able to negotiate more than one element. The manner in which it glides over the surface of the water is suggestive of meditation, the attainment of perspective that allows one to participate in the realm of Maya without losing consciousness of the depths below ordinary perception.
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The constellation Cygnus is a good place to start the discussion of the swan in myth. This constellation has been regarded as a bird in many cultures. It was identified by the peoples around the Euphrates as a great Stellar Bird, perhaps it was even the original Rukh, or Roc of the Arabian Nights. The Ancient Greeks seemed to have given it no specific designation, rather it was the Roman people who identified the constellation as we know it today, Cygnus. One myth associated with the constellation names Cygnus as the friend of the ill-fated Phaeton. Phaeton, who was killed while attempting to pilot the chariot of the sun, fell into a river when he could not keep control of the vehicle. Cygnus, who was much grieved by the death of his friend, dove into the water and retrieved his charred remains so that they could be given proper burial, and the soul of Phaeton could find rest. In reward for this faithfulness, Cygnus was transformed into a swan, and placed in the sky as a constellation. It is interesting to note the role of Helios/Apollo in this myth, since swans are sacred to Apollo; a flock was said to have circled Delos (where he was born) seven times before his mother Leto gave birth. Others have said Cygnus represents the form Zeus took when he raped Leda. This famous episode has been rendered numerous times in both literature and art. It represents the union of the divine and mortal realms, and the disaster (in the form of Helen and the Trojan war) which it has the potential to cause. The constellation Cygnus is also associated with Orpheus, due to its proximity to his harp, the constellation Lyra. It is said that after his death he was placed beside his harp in the sky. This may also have a connection with the term swansong which is a sort of death cry (Orpheus was singing when he died, indeed it has been said he continued to sing even after his head had been wrung from his flesh). The ancients believed that swans only sang before they died, hence our modern associations with the term.
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You , too, can conquer the beast. Above is a Sigil created with the sole purpose of awakening the minds of those who view it. It's entire purpose in existance is to awaken the inherent intellegence (and the true will) and allow this newly awakened person to resist the memes they are fed each day. To think for themselves. Sigilization is generally credited to Austin Osman Spare. Who is also, arguably, the Father of Chaos Magick. I prefer to think of A.O. Spare as the pimp. Sure, he sold the bitch, but the bitch was good long before he branded her. In a nutshell, Sigilization works on the premise of memes. That works of magick are carried out by the subconcious mind, moreso than the concious one (simmilarly to the fact that you can concentrate on your breathing and controll it, but if you stop thinking about it... you still breathe). Sigils are "Little Ideas", planted into a form which the subconcious can understand, but which the concious does not. The concious is pascified by the pretty picture, and 22 5
Although many of the mythological connotations of the swan were explored in the section regarding the constellation Cygnus, there remain many, more varied treatments of the bird in world myth. A swan is shown drawing the chariot of Saraswati, an Indian god of intelligence and wisdom similar in some respects to Athena. Saraswati, whose name means something like "the flow of true existence", is often shown dressed in white, with four arms one holding a lute, one holding prayer beads, and one holding a book. The chariot of Venus/Aphrodite was also drawn by swans. Lohengrin, the Swan Knight, figures in many tales from the Middle Ages, especially in Germany and France. In the most common version from Germany, based on the Grail legends, Lohengrin was sent by Percival from the castle of the Grail to help of the Dutchess of Brabant. Guided by a swan he reached Antwerp, and married the lady on condition that she should not ask his origin. Years afterwards, when the dutchess could no longer contain her curiosity, Lohengrin departed, leaving his sword, horn and ring behind him. Another component of the Grail tale that refers to swans, involves Percival himself. In Wagnar's version of the legend, Percival shoots a wild swan in a sanctified forest, and is reproved by the king, who is bathing in the waters of the sacred lake when he looses the shot and hits the majestic bird. This scene seems eerily similar (though likely unrelated) to the shooting of the albatross in the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. The saints Cuthbert, Hugh, and Ludger are shown with swans in their heraldry. Cuthbert was the patron saint of Northrumbia; his association with swans may be because he had a law passed protecting eider ducks (?). Hugh was the bishop of Lincoln, and had a swan as a pet. St.Ludger, who is often shown flanked on either side by swans, was known for curing blindness and for his successful conversion of many Saxons to Christianity. It should be noted in traditional christian symbolism swans stand for hypocrites, because they were thought to have white backs and black bellies.
There is a recurring theme in folklore concerning what are called swan maidens. This theme occurs from Serbia to Japan. The most common variation of the tale involves three or seven swan maidens. A man who desires to capture or marry one of them witnesses the transformation of the maidens from swan forms into human forms. In order to marry one, he takes one of their feather cloaks (sometimes following the instructions of a helper) and hides it. The other maidens put on their cloaks, morph and leave their sister to
marry her captor. In many of the tales the woman finds her swan cloak and escapes, leaving her husband to find her. In this variation of the tale, the transformative power of the swan (akin to the Mercury it is associated with) is emphasized. In addition, these tales further reinforce the swan's status as a symbol of the joining of two different realms (water/air male/female supernatural/mundane). Another variation of the swan maiden tale, from Romania, doesn't involve cloaks. In this one the swan turns three somersaults and is transformed into a beautiful maiden. The maiden is married by the king, but a jealous gypsy, after some time, drowns the maiden in a well. The maiden is then transformed into a willow tree. A peasant boy makes a flute from the willow, and it speaks as the maiden had in swan form, and thereby reveals the treachery of the gypsy woman who killed her. The maiden is finally restored once the king's eyes have been opened to the gypsy's evil-doing, transforming from the willow flute into a maiden again. Notice the parallels between the associated symbols and actions in this tale and swan symbolism in general. The maiden (in human form) is drowned, accentuating her link with the watery realm. She is transformed into a weeping willow, reminiscent of the sadness associated with swans through the swansong aphorism. The gypsy's cruelty is trumpeted by the music of the peasant boy's flute, which brings us to the swan's association with music through its linking with Orpheus, and especially Apollo. The link between swan maidens and music is emphasized by the tale from Japan. A poor fisherman finds a beautiful winged cloak and picks it up. He is only stopped from taking it away by the entreaty of a wondrous maiden, who begs him to give her back her cloak, so that she will not be trapped on earth, in the mortal realms, instead of dancing among the goddesses. He assents, but only after he makes her promise to dance for him. She assents, takes the robe, and performs a miraculous dance, accompanied by heavenly music. Although this is by no means an authoritative and exhaustive study of the symbolism of swans, it is enough to begin to appreciate the bird's rich associations. It is apparent that because of its gigantic size and strength, its devotion to its young, and its distinctive song, it has been revered and transformed symbolically for many ages by those peoples in contact with the bird. -jj Thanks especially to these internet resources http://www.khandro.net/animal_bird_swan.htm http://www.winshop.com.au/annew/Cygnus.html http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/swan.html#jacobs 6 21
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Did you ever wonder what was out there?
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Dear Ghost Children, Life is great! Don't let anybody tell you anything else about it… …the following lines come from a different face of Everhate,… I call it the dark side of the medal…. …meet the non-believer! I have experienced a series of weird emotional moments since the "modern days" of my life began. After losing my band, my friends, my job, my label, my grandfather and my sanity; 2001 - obviously - marked a new beginning. It is often said, that an individual is the sum of its experiences. We react to things in a way, that we think is appropriate, based on what we know and believe… Believe…people have believed, that the earth is flat, believed it's the center of the universe. They believed, that burning witches is good, and being queer is bad. They believed in bloodthirsty vampires and harp-slinging angels. They believed, that their hopeless teams will win the cup, that they’re gonna score tonight and a heap of other things, that just helped them live their empty days. Opium fürs Volk. To believe is not to know and a decision based on unverified facts will lead to catastrophes....usually. Sure the team can win, the loser might score and there are lots of cases, where something happened, that was very unlikely to happen, but isn't that luck? Chance? Coincidence? A world, where there is reincarnation, where a "backup" of the spirit takes place at the end of life, where we all will meet again on the other side is nice, but is it real? Really? No wonder, humans came up with such fantasies and legends; it helps them make something of an existence, that is a sip of water in the ocean. A grain of sand in the desert of time, futile...why try at all? You derange a couple of molecules…and you call that murder?! So the ride is going to get bumpy. It's probably better to sit on the most comfortable seat available. Beliefs comfort. Beliefs help you to get along, even if facts say, that the road is dead and that it will end at a steep cliff...it`s ok!!! So maybe it's the best thing to do it like most people.
diffusing the electrical impulses of the hundreds of thousands of people that walk and think and feel around it. Even if this is a by-product of the technological revolution, "business at the speed of thought", the fact is that cities become a huge centre for thinking, and immediately it becomes a huge metaphysical eco-system. The other possibility is that all thought that seems to come out of the city seems to come from the same type of insight that Eliot had, perhaps the stretches of "neat straight concrete blocks, avenue canyons stretch forever" as Lee Renaldo of Sonic Youth sees them are a desolate wasteland for any type of inspirational canvas and the constant view of concrete walls does turn people into mindless drones. Dr Robert Winston has studied the effects of living in the city and he sees an elevation in peoples' ability to take in information quicker than less populated areas and there are both good and bad side-effects from this. It certainly helps the collective conscience experience with a steady flow of thought energies but at the same time what is being lost from the thought processes while the mind is trying to deal with the sometimes overwhelming barrage of information? One argument is that (via the age of Reason and the advent of science over God) is that we have lost our sense of the divine and mortality through sheer distraction and self improvement when cities of the past have used enlightenment and spiritual epiphany as much as bricks and mortar. Or maybe we are still coming to terms with our own mortality? The industrial revolution destroyed people's sense of individuality and introducing them directly to the machine of society that they could choose to be a part of when they were out of the city… For now though the city to me remains a state of flux and a source of inspiration, and a sense of identlty for a while remaining an exilarating and horrifying experience. For other ideas about the experience, the following albums explore the dichotomy of both city and country life in all it's aspects: P J Harvey - Stories from the city, stories from the sea And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead - source tags and codes Radial Spangle - syrup macrame The God Machine - scenes from the second storey
T H O U G H T S O F T H E C v o lYi IT e I used to venture up to the city I now live in when I was about 11 years old, with the pretty concrete wish to get lost, then find my way again and get home, even though that was a long time ago the draw of the city has always been strong and the need to throw oneself headfirst into the way of life there has been the drug of my choice… An idea that has been floating around for a while is the collective consciousness that is generated by the type of massdwelling environment means that all cities are inextricably linked to each other in a huge network of metaphysical contact. The idea was first presented to me in T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland", a poem that seemed to try and take the shattered pieces of the self after the First World War and try to put them back together to comprehend the horror that had just happened, he talks of the "unreal city" and traces elements of people and places throughout: "Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal …These fragments I have shored against my ruins" Eliot uses a character called Tiresias as a metaphor for the collective consciousness, the character sees all, feels everything but in Eliot's view is completely trapped by the surroundings: "And I Tiresias have foresuffered all" Whereas Eliot saw the city as primarily a dwelling of the dead (or "dislocated identities, fluid anonymous and uncertain in this 'unreal city'" as Aaron Kelly put it) the idea croped up again for me in The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, issue 51, a short story in which an office worker who spends his lunch hour wandering around his city is unable to find his way back to the city he knows, he encounters one old man who is a also lost: "So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams. That is where I believe we have come. We are in the dreams of the city. That's why certain places hover on the brink of recognition; why we almost know where we are." Certainly, how impossible is it that so many people can be collected together in one place without some metaphysical and psychic phenomena happening? Since 1922, Eliot's city has surely changed, the air hums with constant manipulation of communication microwaves and electricity, the air is never still for the passage of people buzzing from one place to the next, the tall spires of buildings reaching up into the atmosphere, a mix of glass, stone and metal that is constantly absorbing and
Have the facts as the cake and those beliefs as the decoration and candles, that make it prettier to look at. It won't hurt!!! Does it?! What do I believe in? I don't pray to a god, but I almost know, that "spirits" exist outside the visible spectrum. Maybe I'm deluded by the wish, that there is more, but weird stuff happened all the time; although it could be explained otherwise. By now almost every RFM reader will have heard, read or seen something about the year 2012 and that it will mark and important change in the way we live. I don't know if something will happen. I just believe something must happen. Cataclysms, pole-shifts, world wars. People are full of ideas, how the world must change, but I wonder if it isn't just a question of what we do with beliefs and how we approach each other. So we are a tenth of a second for the sun, why do we throw it all away for a meaningless life? Maybe not in - but by 2012 people will have gotten far enough to see, that 9-2-5 isn't life. We have built systems, that enable us to judge a person by how much money it ILLUSTRATION: STEVEN NEW earns. We have built a system, that makes us exploit any resource to the end, although we have better sources at hand. We have a medical system, that keeps people a little ill, so the system can live on them, not for them. Humanity has caught some parasites, that drain our powers, make us addicts, take us down. Maybe 2012 will mark the beginning of a revolution of hearts, simply becaue people are fed up. Like monarchy, facism and democracy just imploded like pimples, so might the system implode that we live in now…and don't tell me this IS democracy. Democracy 2004 is something for believers!
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Nixon walks on the beaches of south California In the same rumpled suit with hair and tie all askew Deposed and despondant confused and tormented He still plots away but with a kingdom of sand
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I live, I love and I breathe. My existence, however abstract and seemingly meaningless is driven by the desire to process the world around me. I want to interact, you know, I want to belong. I want to be a leaf in the tree of life.
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Some don't, not all of them.
implicit implied resounding in time demanded by an infinity of juxtaposition possibility every expression bland manifestation decreed by could all petals possible pressed between the pages of an incomprehensible book ego is no author a jar ringing silverquick gong intelligent clanging leaden wit our composer screams unified staring behind each i dreaming our trajectories inside our minds caecus divided dall serrated sightless separate
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I mean, I want responsibilities... tangible, real responsibilities.
Can you take care of my cat? I'm going away on a trip.
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Oh yeah. I want to learn. And... And I want to teach, when the time comes.
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verdant autumn earthbird rockeyed gem-bright you twist under twilight fertile fortress tree writhing vine beauty you entwine me abyssmal river silly spilling reckless wildly i splash at your feet but mountain deep, you stay volatile seed, you remain axis-mundi motionless
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