Residual Transmissions – A Radio Play Starring the Cold War Ghosts of North Georgia

Fall Out Shelter“The first A-bomb ever to fall on man was dropped on Hiroshima August 6, 1945. That was the ‘beginning of the end’ for civilized mankind. That epoch making moment started the downward plunge of this evil generation to the bottomless pit. But for the intervention of God, which will come at the critical moment, demonized mankind (or “beastkind”) would commit universal suicide.  The A-bomb should be called the ‘Hell Bomb.’ If war is hell ( at least a man-made hell) then the atom bomb and the hydrogen bomb will turn this earth into a seething inferno of death.”

– Evangelist Martin Luther Davidson, from What Hope Has a Christian in an Atomic War?

Elberton, GeorgiaThe spring time sun simmers at 90 degrees, and humming bees busy themselves among the fields finding holes in grey, old fence posts to build their hives. In the distance, cattle chew carefully on the dusty grass, heedless of a pair of swifts darting down to catch the insects disturbed by their mid-day meal. Rural north Georgia is a land of ghosts and memories – here contemporary concerns have made little leeway against the stronghold of decaying traditions.  Time travel is possible here if one knows the proper way to see.

This week’s edition of the local newspaper, The Elberton Star, laments the loss of nearly 1000 residents in the last few years – those seeking opportunity elsewhere as retailers and local businesses sink beneath the turning tide of economic hardship that is sweeping the United States.  A local gospel music station plays songs of end times glory while the days heat slowly turns towards dusk, moths come out of the woods like dreams rushing to catch up with the turning pages of an old, worn Bible.  It’s time to tune in to Residual Transmissions  – a psycho-acoustic adventure into the subtle spaces and trailing threads of timeless awareness that open where hope and fear both succumb in turn to the succor of nature’s victory over humanity’s hubris. The radio antennae is broken and all the songs and voices are washed in waves of static.


Residual Transmissions – a selection of atavistic sound explorations dedicated to the subtle energies of Elberton, Georgia the resting place for one the most mysterious omens of the Cold War – the Georgia Guidestones.

IMG_20140409_235321Residual Transmissions is a radio play for the end of days – apocalyptic, asemic pulp fiction from the celestial edge, a vigorous alchemical marriage of sound and subtle substance – narratives of love and strife, aetheric residua leaking out from the borders of the collective consciousness.

Residual Transmissions offers a rare and exciting exploration of the nuclear era – an imaginal recreation of the inevitability of mutually assured destruction arising from the apocalyptic alembic of the Trinity Tests and the seed planted with the success of the Manhattan Project.

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The Georgia Guidestones Expedition – Exploring America’s Nuclear Dreamspace

“We hang on every word reporting the doings of the atomic scientists. We are aware of them and their work.

We shudder to recall the fruits of their labors that we know, and we can only cross our fingers as we hope that good and not unbelievable horror will result from their discoveries.”

– Peter Marshall, from Mr. Jones Meet the Master (1950)

Georgia Guidestones Sept 3rd 2013The radio antennae is damaged – enigmatic strains of static come to life in white noise, mercurial music and the occasional burst of discernable speech – we’ve tuned in to a local gospel radio station playing songs set to the end of time and messages of faith for the last days. We are near Elberton, Georgia and the area, even with the radio off, is awash in ambient memories. The town, a global supplier of monuments to makr graves as far away as Japan, supports its economy with the inevitable end of human life and the birth of memories – the people here are proud of their craft.

Elberton, home of one of the most mysterious omens of the 20th century – the Georgia Guidestones, a monument to the inevitability of mutually assured destruction arising from the alchemical alembic of the Trinity Tests and the seed planted with the success of the Manhattan Project. Here in rural north Georgia these stones stand to recognize that nature will have its way – returning again to equilibrium when the dust settles on the memory of the global Cold War and the persistent threat of nuclear annihiliation.

Sacred Geometry International and the Liminal Analytics: Applied Research Collaborative have organized a special expedition to the Georgia Guidestones on Sunday, May 4th to explore the secrets  that this place holds. We have assembled a special team to discuss and discern the subtle resoance of this warning sign erected to remind us that a society out of sync with the harmony of nature is doomed to self destruction. Here – in stark granite – the truth of the Military-Entertainment-Industrial Complex is brought to light through a seires of simple statements written in multiple languages on a monument built to measure the movement of the celestial spheres as they flow through the zodiacal clock which marks the universal periodicity of global catastrophe.

The haze of forgetfulness will never fall on the reality of contemporary warfare and the nuclear bomb as long as these stones stand.

To honor this investigation – in the next 5 days – all those who purchase tracks from The Message (a contemplative sound project inspired by the atmosphere of north Georgia and the Guidestones) will recieve a special limited edition free digital package related to our explorations!!!

Don’t miss out on your chance to join us on this exciting expedition into one of America’s most enduring contemporary mysteries – the Georgia Guidestones.

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Reflections on Wikipedia from Russell Targ

russell-targ-and-onyx-the-catFor many years I had a pretty well balanced biography page on Wikipedia. I am now 80 years old, and had several scientific careers. I was a pioneer in the earliest development of the laser from 1957 to 1972. I was co-founder of an ESP research program at SRI from 1972 to 1982. And I worked for 12 years with Lockheed and NASA on airborne laser wind measurements. The Wiki editors have removed all trace of my 27 years in lasers, and I cannot put back one word.

The editors, who mindlessly and passionately hate ESP, have trashed any positive aspects of our $20 million, 23 year program at SRI. Those numbers, in particular, are always removed. The negative comments are now more than three times the length of my brief bio. I cannot even mention that my wife was the sister of Bobby Fischer, former world chess champion.

As I try to repair these deletions, I have been banned from editing my bio. As I see how the editing process works at Wikipedia, I would not trust anything at all that I read there. Because of this mad prejudice, I think Wikipedia has debased itself as an information source.

Warm regards,
Russell Targ

Russell Targ is a physicist and author who was a pioneer in the development of the laser, and cofounder of the Stanford Research Institute’s investigation into psychic abilities in the 1970s and 1980s.

Remote Viewing, Reality, and the Human Condition: Reflections on a Weekend with Russell Targ


There is no other discipline that I know which engages at the same time a person’s critical faculties and his imagination and then stretches them both to a comparable extent.

– John Beloff, “The Study of the Paranormal as an Educative Experience

On the campus of Duke University in Durham, North Carolina, the United States’ longest running parapsychology research laboratory is hidden behind a humble facade. This is fitting for a research institute that delves into the very root of our experience of consciousness: that hidden realm lying beneath our own humble human facades.

Founded in the 1930′s by psychologist J. B. Rhine, the Rhine Research Center, as it is now called, has been at the forefront of research into anomalous human experience for more than seven decades.  It continues today as one of the most active and publicly engaged parapsychological research groups in the world, and the friendly folks at the Rhine are more than happy to share that experience with anyone who is honestly inquisitive about their work.

On October 19th and 20th, 2012 I attended a two-day seminar that was hosted by the Rhine Research Center and presented by Russell Targ, co-founder of Stanford Research Institute‘s Remote Viewing program, which has become famous for providing training to the U.S. military’s so-called “psychic spy” initiative. As John Kruth, Executive Director for the Rhine, pointed out, the training given to those that attended the recent seminar at the Rhine (including myself) was the same training provided to the original SRI group.

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“Till immersed in that mighty ocean”: Perils of Awakening in a Universe of Hungry Ghosts

Immersed in the Mighty Ocean

Down, down, I sank, till immersed in that mighty ocean where conflicting elements were swallowed by a mountain wave of darkness, which grasped me within its mighty folds and I sank to the lowest depths of forgetfulness.

– Andrew Jackson Davis, quoted by James Webb in The Occult Underground

It is not possible for anyone to see anything of the things that actually exist unless he becomes like them. This is not the way with man in the world: he sees the sun without being a sun; and he sees the heaven and the earth and all other things, but he is not these things. This is quite in keeping with the truth. But you saw something of that place, and you became those things. You saw the Spirit, you became spirit. You saw Christ, you became Christ. You saw the Father, you shall become Father. So in this place you see everything and do not see yourself, but in that place you do see yourself – and what you see you shall become.

– From The Gospel of Philip, Trans. Wesley W. Isenberg

A cold fire calling from beyond time or space, its light refracted in the prism of apparent materiality, who can stand the sight of themselves stripped of skin and bone, who can listen with ease to that haunting song sung without a mouth or breath? Who can kiss Diana’s lips and still stand in the material realm unchanged?

We live in a world between mirrors, beneath us the ground, above us the sky, and beyond each an infinite space filled with potential. Immersed in our own being, everywhere we look we see reflections of our nature.  Perhaps, as the Gospel of Philip states, we see the sun without becoming it, but its fiery nature awakens in us a recognition of our own being, and we are able to make some symbolic connection that goes beyond mere allusion. This tendency regulates our daily lives, allowing day-to-day experiences to anchor themselves in previous expectations. Mirrored wherever we look, our future emerges from the shadows of past evidence.  From this security we can drop a line into the depths of our senses, fishing out insights and answers. Sometimes, however, what we catch pulls us under, leaving us lost in the swirling currents of our self, and if our identity fractures on the hidden rocks reaching up from beneath the surface, we run the risk of drowning.

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Awareness, by Eileen Garrett (Excerpt)

Eileen J. GarrettThe Education of most of us has been dominated by modern emphasis upon substance, “reality,” and the senses. But deep in the structure and quality of human nature there reside supersensory capacities, known of old but temporarily neglected, by means of which man is capable of achieving knowledge of the immaterial world, capable of perceiving events that occur in space-time beyond the reach which science claims for the senses. 

This immaterial field of human perception is as factual to awareness and as real to life as the field of substance, and we are constantly brushing the edges of its reality in our intuitions, our day-dreams, and our creative inspirations. All of these constitute the fringes of supersensory perception, though for the most part they occur outside the areas of our awareness. We have not been adequately taught how to grasp these gossamer filaments of the future, which tomorrow, will be present; nevertheless the human consciousness is becoming aware of itself and of its affinities throughout the universe. The visions, apparitions, premonitions, and other supersensory manifestations of being, which men and women experience in times of impersonal tension and uplift, are factually true in consciousness… 

Curiosity, courage, experience, understanding—these are the steps in the ever-rising development of individual lives and of the human consciousness as a whole. Science seeks to discover the established, the repeatedly demonstrable, and religion seeks to serve and sustain the basic laws and truths of being, even those which are incomprehensible to our finite abilities. And between these two broad racial highways the individual follows a middle path, each one according to his ability and his talent, seeking and finding his measure of truth, receiving and reflecting the light of life according to his capacity and need. 

These activities in consciousness are not illusions, but foreshadowings of the future toward which we are so swiftly moving—which we are already experiencing, in fact, in our more subtle sensitivities. In our own field, and by virture of our own nature, we are active collaborators with the creative principle in the universe; and as we become indentified with it, we expand both our nature and our field of life.

Eileen J. Garrett
Helix Press, New York, 1943 

Mrs. Garrett has made a special study of th apparent psychological, physiological and biochemical correlates of mediumistic and other psi phenomena. Although as a sensitive she is conscious of the widespread tendency to view mediumistic phenomena as indications of survival of human personality after death, she holds the view that other factors — such as a tapping of race memory or the deep unconscious — may be involved. 

In 1951, to encourage organized research in psi, Mrs. Garrett after much hard work was able to set up the Parapsychology Foundation, which supports through grants impartial scientific inquiry into the total nature and workings of the human mind and makes the results of this research publicly available. The foundation sponsors inernational conferences in parapsychology and publishes the quarterly International Journal of Parapsychology as well as a bi-monthly newsletter, and a series of monographs on parapsychology. 

Mrs. Garrett has written widely on parapsychological subjects. Her books in this field include My Life in Search for the Meaning of Mediumship (1938); Telepathy: In Search of a Lost Faculty (1941);Awareness (1943); Adventures in the Supernormal (1943); The Sense and Nonsense of Prophecy(1950); Life Is the Healer (1957). She was editor of Beyond the Five Senses: An Anthology from Tomorrow (1957), an Does Man Survive Death? (1957); and co-author of Man the Maker (1946). Under the pen name Jean Lyttle, Mrs. Garrett is author of the novels Today the Sun Rises (1944); Threads of Destiny (1961). 

from Helene Pleasants (1964) Biographical Dictionary of Parapsychology with Directory and Glossary 1946-1996 NY: Garrett Publications

Note: This excerpt is courtesy of the Parapsychology Foundation and the Psychic Explorers Club

William S. Burroughs – On Coincidence

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William Burroughs, “On Coincidence”:

Certain pragmatic observations are useful for travellers in the magical universe. One law, or rather expectation, is that lightning usually strikes more than once in the same place.

Here’s a big fire in a Kentucky night club, over a hundred dead. Heroic busboy announced the fire and calmed the guests, or the casualties would have been higher. Look through newspaper morgues. Yes, there was a fire in that location before, in another night club. No injuries. And here is a night spot on the border between France and Switzerland. Pop group called ‘De Sturm’ playing. Two hundred dead in fire. There was a fire there before. Several injured. One incident tends to produce similar incidents. Incident may relate to a place, a set of circumstances, or a person.

You can observe this mechanism operating in your own experience. If you start the day by missing a train, this could be a day of missed trains and missed appointments. You need not just say ‘Mektoub, it is written.’ The first incident is a warning. Beware of similar incidents. Tighten your schedule. Synchronize your watch. And consider the symbolic meaning of missing train. Watch particularly for what might be a lost opportunity.

Suppose you encounter a rude clerk, waiter, bartender elevator man. Shuffle through the morgue of your memory. It’s all there. Why he’s a dead ringer for a rude clerk in Tangier London, Hong Kong. Even used the same words. You asked for an item and he said…

‘I never heard of it.’

Life is a KillerStop. Look. Listen. What were you thinking just before this affront was offered you? What keyed the previous incident in? Empty your mind. Let your legs guide you. You may remember a disinclination to go into that shop in the first place. Stop. Change. Start. You will notice that pleasant encounters with nice friendly helpful people also come in series. And the only valid law of gambling is that winning and losing come in streaks. Plunge when you are winning and stop when you are losing.

‘To him that hath shall be given. From him that hath not shall be taken even that which he has.’

Any system in gambling or in life that entails doubling up when you lose is the worst possible system.
Writers operate in the magical universe and you will find the magical law that like attracts like often provides a key note. The sinister clown in Death in Venice. The stories of John Cheever abound in such warnings of misfortune and death ignored by his compulsively extroverted and spiritually underprivileged Wasps.

I gave my writing students various exercises designed to show how one incident produces a similar incident or encounter. You can call this process synchronicity and you can observe it in action.

Take a walk around the block. Come back and write down precisely what happened with particular attention to what you were thinking when you noticed a street sign, a passing car or stranger or whatever caught your attention. You will observe that what you were thinking just before you saw the sign relates to the sign. The sign may even complete a sentence in your mind. You are getting messages. Everything is talking to you. You start seeing the same person over and over. Are you being followed? At this point some students become paranoid. I tell them that of course they are getting messages. Your surroundings are your surroundings. They relate to you.

If you can cool it and achieve a detached viewpoint you will see that in many cases incidents are neither good nor bad nor especially portentous, occupying a neutral area. Here I am, up at 72 and Broadway, way out of my neighborhood up there for a doctor appointment. I pass a Deli and decide to go in and get a few items. No stores near where I was then living on Franklin Street below Canal. I notice a young man in the store. Later he is sitting opposite me in the subway going downtown. I see then that we are in the same incident band and I know he will get off at Franklin Street. No he wasn’t following me. No tail would be that clumsy. We were both out of our neighborhood, both thought of the same thing at the same time … Better pick up some … and we intersected …

There are many variations of the walk exercise all designed to show the student how incidents are created and how he himself can create incidents.

The End Times Terror of Four Blood Moons!

bloodmoon_nuclearDispensationalist Christian ideology has given birth to some incredible charts covering the various world ages culminating in the Tribulation and Rapture of the church. With the upcoming series of “blood moons” and the recent publication of Evangelical pastor John Hagee’s bit of amped up apocalyptic Christian Zionism, Four Blood Moons, we’re blessed with an even more astounding array of imagery than usual.

For your education and enjoyment, here is a carefully curated selection of some of the best Dispensationalist images invoking the paranoiac wonder and end times terror of…


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All images copyright their respective creators.

Special thanks to Maja D’Aoust, whose mention of this terrifying tetrad provided the original inspiration for this post!

Dedicated to Our Lady – Thoughts on a viable, contemporary Neo-Paganism, by Guido Mina di Sospiro

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“So if I want Mexicans to learn the name of Quetzalcoatl, it is because I want them to speak with the tongues of their own blood. I wish the Teutonic world would once more think in terms of Thor and Wotan, and the tree Igdrasil. And I wish the Druidic world would see, honestly, that in the mistletoe is their mystery, and that they themselves are the Tuatha De Danaan, alive, but submerged. And a new Hermes should come back to the Mediterranean, and a new Ashtarot to Tunis; and Mithras again to Persia, and Brahama unbroken to India, and the oldest of dragons to China.”

—D.H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent

As early as in 1968, Alain de Benoist founded in France the Groupement de recherche et d’études pour la civilisation européenne, a ethnonationalist think-tank that rejected Christianity and advocated a return to Paganism. A few years before, at Findhorn, in Scotland, what we now call New Age was born. Those who did not buy the materialistic and atheistic propaganda of the secular West, but who at the same time no longer felt that the answers to their spiritual needs would be found in Christianity, were searching for new options.

For years a student of comparative religion and of scholarly esoterica, I myself find Neopaganism to be a viable prospect, especially in Europe, while Traditionalism of the sort advocated by René Guénon, Frithjof Schuon, Ananda Coomaraswamy, Titus Burckhardt, Julius Evola and other 20th century Traditionalists seems realistically untenable. In other words, despite my good will, I find praying to, say, Mercury, or Odin, or Mithras bordering on the impractical, if not on the silly. On the other hand, many of the deities belonging to Greco-Roman mythology were de facto incorporated into the Roman Catholic religion. The latter, despite its claims to the opposite, is thoroughly polytheistic, owing to its belief in the Trinity; in an overabundance of male and female saints; and in the Holy Virgin, worshipped through a multitude of apparitions in different countries and even regions within the same country. It couldn’t be otherwise, given the inescapable influence of the mythology Roman Catholicism eventually supplanted.

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Subtle Immediacies – Thinking Beyond the Digital Illusion

It is hard to leave the familiar and present ways to return to the ancient ones, for appearances are delicious and the invisible is unbelievable.

– attributed to Hermes Trismegistus in The Message Rediscovered, by Louis Cattiaux

Our Loving MotherMuch of what we encounter on a daily basis in the hyper-digitalized realms of our culture is little more than illusion and simulation of meaning. We are fat with idiocy having been fed on a prosaic puppet show that pretends to greater depth than it can ever possibly hold within the flimsy languor of image and imitation. Those aware of more subtle sensibilities know that there are immediacies that far outstrip anything which can be read or digitally digested. These immediacies must be approached within the humble confines of the everyday however, and are often overstepped by those eager for the promise of some more grandiose entrance into mystery.

I was driving back from Atlanta on the afternoon of December 31st, and decided to stop in at the Chapel of Our Mother of Many Names in Conyers, Georgia. This farm house chapel was the site of a series of Marian apparitions during the 1990’s, and has since become a beautiful and contemplative shrine complex dedicated to the Virgin Mary in all her forms. It seemed a good way to end the year, to sit for awhile in the farm house chapel and reflect on things under the auspices of the ever watchful ‘Mother of God.’

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