A little bit ago, I promised a preview of the copy of Jung’s Red Book I’d received. So, here’s a gallery of opening the box, and a family photo of Jung’s Red Book, Mao’s little red book, a presentation copy of The Book of the Law, and a rock from the Red Rocks in Sedona, AZ. It’s so nice when everyone comes together like that for the holidays!
The outer sarcophagus of Jung’s Red Book.
Revealing the inner sarcophagus of Jung’s Red Book …
Jung’s Red Book emerges from the inner sarcophagus.
Except for the dust cover, she’s completely naked under there.
An example interior page of Jung’s Red Book.
Another example interior page of Jung’s Red Book.
Yet another interior page of Jung’s Red Book.
Jung’s Red Book and family.
Jung’s Red Book family picture, from a jaunty angle.
Annotated picture of Jung’s Red Book family.
And, here’s some Red Book bibliomancy, in the form of several passages found by somewhat random selection:
“The years, of which I have spoken to you, when I pursued the inner images, were the most important of my life”
“Given the unpublished copies in circulation, the Red Book would in all likelihood have eventually entered the public domain.”
“There can be few unpublished works that have already exerted such far-reaching effects upon the twentieth-century social and intellectual history as Jung’s Red Book, or Liber Novus (New Book).”
“The spirit of the depths too my understanding and all my knowledge and place them at the service of the inexplicable and the paradoxical.”
“One laughs about it, and laughter, too, is. Do you believe, man of this time, that laughter is lower than worship? Where is your measure, false measurer? The sum of life decides in laughter and in worship, not your judgement.”
“Everything odious and disgusting is your own particular Hell. How can it be otherwise? Every other Hell was a least worth seeing or full of fun. But that is never Hell. Your Hell is made up of all things that you always ejected from your sanctuary with a curse and a kick of the foot.”"
“You thought that in the East you could drink from the source of light, and catch the horned giant, before whom you fall to your knees. His essence is blid excessive longing and tempestuous force.”
“Magic is a way of living. If one has done one’s best to steer the chariot, and one then notices that a greater other is actually steering it, then magical operation takes place.”
“At which the serpent curled up, gathered herself into knots and said: ‘Do not ask after the morrow, sufficient unto you is the day. You need not worry about the means. Let everything grow, let everything sprout; the son grows out of himself.’”
“In the Pleroma there is nothing and everything. It is fruitless to think about the Pleroma, for this would mean self-dissolution.
Creation is not the Pleroma, but in itself. The Pleroma is the beginning and the end of creation. It pervades creation, just as sunlight pervades the air. Although the Pleroma is altogether pervaisive, creation has no share in it, just as wholly a transparent body becomes neither light nor dark through the light pervading it.”
“This is a God you knew nothing about, because mankind forgot him. We call him by the name ABRAXAS. He is even more indefinite than God and the devil.
To distinguish him from God, we call God HELIOS or sun. Abraxas in effect. Nothing stands opposed to him but the ineffective; hence effective nature unfolds itself freely.”
“The simple is cruel, it does not unite with the manifold.”
In “The Pentacles and the Tree: Are There Crowleyian Influences on Feri Lore?” [see], Valerie Walker makes connections between the various pentacles of Feri with the Tree of Life, mapping some correspondences between sepherot to the points of the pentacles.
Beginning there, as background, I’d add that I was struck by the following fragment from Liber Librae [see, et]:
“12. Remember that unbalanced force is evil; that unbalanced severity is but cruelty and oppression; but that also unbalanced mercy is but weakness which would allow and abet Evil. Act passionately; think rationally; be Thyself.
13. True ritual is as much action as word; it is Will.”
This notion of acting passionately hints at the ferocity of innocence I once found in the word feri itself through somewhat fanciful etymology. The root of feral is fera, or wild animal. The plural latin ferae poetically reminds me of the word feri. This untamed, natural state is to be unreservedly and naturally passionate; but, without being unbalanced or psychotic. Wild animals are not crazy, but being unreservedly themselves.
In this point about the unbalanced force, I find an echo of the notions of the unbalanced reflections of iron, the gilded and rust pentacles [see, also]. (Strange that there’s not a lot useful that comes up quickly about the rust and gilded.) Although this excerpt is about the two pillars, which are each in a way unbalanced versions of the central pillar and so there are fractals within fractals, the notion of the unbalanced can be applied to any sepherot, and thus, to any point of the corresponding pentacles.
On an elemental level, this is further reflected as Liber Librae continues:
“… Establish thyself firmly in the equilibrium of forces, in the centre of the Cross of the Elements, that Cross from whose centre the Creative Word issued in the birth of the Dawning Universe.
19. Be thou therefore prompt and active as the Sylphs, but avoid frivolity and caprice; be energetic and strong like the Salamanders, but avoid irritability and ferocity; be flexible and attentive to images like the Undines, but avoid idleness and changeability; be laborious and patient like the Gnomes, but avoid grossness and avarice.”
This occurred to me as like a great place to start developing a mutual language within some kind of “Iron Pentacle for Thelemites” exploration. The practices of running the pentacles is maybe an energy practice of interest when working with the sepherot and the extra information may be interesting as part of a rich relationship with the point of the pentacle. Anyhow, something to explore at some point.
“Ninth Annual: Jung In Ireland
We invite you to join our distinguished and dynamic faculty this spring as we immerse ourselves in the idea of C.G. Jung and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. Open to individuals from all fields, including mental health professionals.
March 26-April 2, 2009
‘The Archetype of Home‘
This unique program combines presentations, workshops, dialogue and meeting state dignitaries, with ample time for sightseeing, optional excursions and sampling local pubs, restaurants, and traditional Irish music.
April 19-26, 2009
‘Ireland’s Sacred Landscape: A Study/Tour in Irish Myth and Legend‘
Known for its breathtaking landscapes, County Donegal is the largest ‘Gaeltacht’ (Irish speaking) region in all of Ireland and contains an extraordinary number of ancient monuments and pre-historic sites. With its spectacular towering cliffs, deserted golden beaches and rugged coastline, County Donegal is considered to be a mirror image of Ireland herself.”
Combined, that’s a month in Ireland immersed in Jungian studies with unstructured time in there for shenanigans … Oh, be still my fluttering heart! I think I need to start buying lottery tickets. The place, the genre and the topics are all of interest to me, for sure. A week long seminar about the archetype of home and then a week long study-tour about myth and landscape? In Ireland, on the west coast, staying in a manor house … and, in the Donegal Gaeltacht? Maybe there’d be a way to work in an Irish language immersion in there too …
Myth, Landscape, Language, Jungian Psychology … and Travel, oh, my!
I had to laugh a little at the special free gift of a single issue of Spring Journal when you register. Now, not to diss the journal, but that gift is a wee bit disproportionate to the cost of registration; just sayin’ … at least the issue is relevant to the topics of the event, I suppose.
There was a posting about an 8-bit xmas album over at BoingBoing’s Offworld; which has been on and off-line a couple times already, is being hit pretty hard. That got me looking for more. While looking, I also discovered a couple electronica xmas collections in my library already. So, here’s the set:
The cable went on the fritz twice in the last hour, both TV and Internet. So, I decided it was time to prepare the various candles I have around in case the power goes out too. Luckily I replenished some of my supply since the power down back in Olympia when my power went out for a week.
I bet tomorrow would be an awesome time to go cross-country skiing through town … or, maybe right now, actually.
Nothing quite like the day that Seattle completely shut down and my friend Scott, who was visiting and got stuck in town, and I went skating on our tennis shoes for over a mile down the middle of Broadway on Capitol Hill. We melted the treads off our shoes doing that, but it was totally worth it.
And, then we remembered that our old director from Lower Columbia College was visiting town too, so we snuck over to where his car was parked and made a snow phallus on the hood.
I suppose that finally gave away who was responsible for the huge ice phallus that was constructed in his drive way back in the day. When the morning arrived, the snow phallus has frozen solid and he ended up having to drive over his yard to get out … That huge phallus was made from mutilated snowmen. Another friend and I stalked the neighborhood looking for victims we could kidnap for material and transported the bodies on the hood of his car.
Ah, winter is fun!
I got to wear my wool soviet jacket and (fake) fur hat the other day. I got an average of one compliment a block I travelled. The street people were really complimentary, actually. But, people actually rolled down their car windows at intersections as I was walking by just to shout out, “Love your hat and jacket!”
Crazy thing wearing that costume is that I arrive dripping sweat and overheated. That freakin’ jacket weighs more than I do.
Back when I worked for the Russians in Seattle, I wore that costume to work one day. Their various reactions were quite interesting. One laughed. One seemed to have a little tear in his eye.
When I was walking around the other day wearing that I found myself thinking about all the Russians around the area. I wonder if, for the dear little babushkas and others, seeing Soviet-era costume is a little like a Nazi costume would be for European Jews? I started to feel a little self-conscious about wearing the costume, but the constant compliments made me feel a bit easier. (But, not totally …)
This post title is inspired by the various hilarious names that people have been giving to this winter storm and Amy Denio’s “Apocalypso” from Birthing Chair Blues. It’s the Snowpocalypse, the Snowmageddon Arctic Death Blast of the 2008 Snowlocaust … Let’s all dance the Snowpocalypso!
How do you say Global Climate Chaos? Welcome to the dress rehearsal!
So, on election night, Nov 4th, I was on my way to an election night party. I was on my bike heading west on Division and as I passed a car that was stopped at the intersection at 66th that car accelerated. The impact, all things considered, was not much; but, it pushed my bike out from under me and I went flying over the hood, maybe another 5 feet or more. I hit the asphalt, connecting in a few places, including my head, knee and wrist.
I soared through the air, screaming: “VOTER SUPPRESSION!!!”
Yeah, not really. I’d already voted weeks prior …
Ironically, this was my very first bike ride since my last biking incident when I bruised a rib back on Oct 18th. It was like the end of The Professional … I felt so free and wonderful riding along again after a long hiatus and then … blam-o! (That’s strike two of Goldfinger’s trifecta, but I’m not so sure I want to tempt my enemies into action a third time just to prove the point.)
Further irony can be had because I just switched from my old helmet and was wearing my brand new, expensive winter helmet for the very first time, which is now ruined.
Yes, that’s a big-ass crack in the front. So, you know, word to the wise: wear your helmet. And, yes, that’s a cast on my wrist.
Of course, when it happened I was so peaked on adrenaline that while I knew I was hurt, it didn’t feel like anything at all. So, you know, word to the wise: go to the ER, just in case.
I did go and found out that I got an avulsion fracture in my left radius. The damage was to the bone, not the ligament, which is apparently odd for someone as old as I am. (The ER staff kept coming in and asking, “You’re 39?!”) Subsequent x-rays have shown that the fracture branches into joint space, but it originally appeared quite cleanly broken. As long as the joint-space break doesn’t start to separate, I’ll have this cast off in mid-December. FREEDOM!!! Blah. I’m so very ready already for the cast to come off.
This is the first broken bone since I was a kid, back in the day when they still used plaster. Now, they’ve got a keychain of 10 different plastic mesh colours to chose from.
The fracture appears to be healing well enough, though it really is still quite sore. I ran out of vicodin over the weekend and, even though the break is in my other wrist, typing this is actually not the best idea; so, I’m going to stop. Being broken is really exhausting.
Well, how interesting that the topic of Magdalene and the Reclaiming approach to story came up over the weekend as a way to explore what I see as paradigmatic difference between my relationship with Reclaiming and my experience in O.T.O. [also]. Interesting because when I got back from an extended weekend away, at an O.T.O. conference on the Divine Feminine, I had a message in my inbox that the theme for BC Witchcamp 2009 is Magdalene.
Below are two selected bits from a message, which isn’t up on the site yet so I can’t link to, that BC Witchcamp actually did manage to select Magdalene, which I really didn’t think they’d manage to do, but also did exactly the thing I was afraid they would do to the story if they did select it:
“The Story:
Mary Magdalene
Activist, Lover, Priestess of Isis
Witness to Change”
and
“Story of Mary Magdalene: Request that teaching team assure a strong presence of Deity/Isis
Reclaiming Mary’s story, correcting the bad PR, like the witches, like so many strong and powerful women
Not focusing on Jesus story
Mary as high priestess of the Goddess
Tie into history, tie into current politics, age of Aquarius, group consciousness, feminism, social justice”
I’m trying really hard not to be a manic ex-pat, but I feel like snidely suggesting that next year’s theme be St. Patrick.
Only, without all that noise about christianity.
And, let’s explore the fact that St. Patrick was a Priest of Serapis and his relationship with snake worship. That whole bit about St. Partick converting people to christianity was just bad PR … we should set the record straight.
And, you know, not so much with the Irish either … so, let’s talk about his history as an enslaved Roman from Wales instead and just skip the part where he’s in Ireland. You know, because what the hell good is cultural context when it gets in the way of a good week of appropriation to a self-consciously politically aware tradition such as Reclaiming? And, you know, the source culture is historically oppressed so the less said about where we appropriate … er, respectfully honor and celebrate … it from the better.
Oh, and St. Patrick will now be St. Patricia [contra], because any male role that’s more dangerous than or different than sex toy or buffoon threatens an welcome level of self-examination. After all, it’s easier to stay in control of the bloody mess of revolution if instead of changing the system one simply exchanges dictators. The history of actual revolutions [see] not withstanding, of course; but, we’ve already established the inconvenience of research.
Oh, man, I’ve got to stop before I go on a rant. Ugh. Too late.
I get it; I do. But, what a horrid disservice to the richness of the source material to do Magdalene in name only. It’s like the worst example of a Hollywood translation from book to screen [also, et] … but, I offer the selected quotes from the announcement e-mail above as an example of the looseness with which such things are treated, which honestly surprises me at least as much as I understand it as an act of reclaiming and Reclaiming.
I mean, really, Magdalene as a priestess, sure, but of friggin’ Isis?! A woman in a self-consciously pro-Jewish, anti-Roman faction was the priestess of what by that time was a syncretic Hellenistic-Egyptian goddess?! Asherah will be pissed when she hears about this. Asherah gets stood up on Prom night … again!? And, I can really see in my mind’s and heart’s eye Magdalene going medieval on someone if they said to her face that Jesus had nothing to do with her story. She’s the real first disciple, to my own mind … and disciples tend to be focused on, oh, I don’t know … something other than themselves.
Don’t get me started on the irony of a retelling of a story about the loss of the Beloved that self-consciously scrubs out the Beloved. Don’t get me started on the irony of Reclaiming selecting a story and modifying an authentic Herstory in such a way that it silences the voice of the central female out of expediency and convenience because of a political and religious agenda.
I really do get the deep and dire need to take control of social, religious and political narrative because of the magical sympathy and contagion between consciousness and reality mediated and changed through narrative. I also get that the story doesn’t really matter in the end because the real work is about coming together in a religious and political collective to do community sustaining ritual and organizing. But, how sad that to achieve these goals means sanitizing a story to the point of denaturing it.
I think Magdalene, by which I mean that aspect of her fullness with which I have a relationship, and I will both sit this one out. While others are off at camp, we’ll commiserate over the loss of our Beloveds, dear Magda for what’s-his-name and I for Reclaiming. And, when camp is over, maybe we could get together over tea for a post-mortem on our various experiences. Let’s be sure to do that and remember to invite the gardener. Maybe some time around Ostara?
This is a silly lame test of publishing a doc from gdocs to my blog.
And, this sentence is a test to see if it automatically re-publishes changes. Nope. And, it zaps the title of the post when I manually re-publish. Lame!
Will a different API fix the title issue? It does. Switching from MovableType to Meta fixes the title problem, but I notice that the Blogger API has the same problem with the title. So, only the Meta API works. But there’s still some formatting oddness.
The post ends up with some extra DIV and BR tags but there’s no P tag and the initial text does not have a DIV of its own. That’s messy. That reminds me a bit of how crappy frontpage and word are at converting to HTML. Gdoc is not as ugly by far as frontpage or word, but the code it is sending to the blog is not great.
How about a picture? And, yes, there is an obnoxious picture of me, so that works too. However, what’s going on is that gdocs puts in an image tag into the post that pulls the image remotely from gdocs, so that means anyone that’s got cross-site images turned off, like in Firefox, the images will appear broken. Also, that means that gdocs has to be up and responding for images to appear.
Also, the feature that categorizes the post based on which gdoc folder it’s in doesn’t seem to be working.
Interestingly, the paragraphs after I inserted the image have different formatting in both gdoc and in the code sent to the blog. The paragraphs after the image have DIV styles, whereas these paragraphs above do not. In gdoc, the paragaph spacing is different before and after the image. Above the picture, paragraphs are DIVs with BR tags. After the image, each paragraph is given the DIV style that was applied to the image. And, other than going in to EDIT > EDIT HTML in gdocs, there appears no way to control this. (That’s a feature of gdoc, and doesn’t have much to do with the blog publishing feature.)
The feature where the initial paragraph had crappy formatting appears to be fixed if I add an extra line at the beginning of the document, instead of typing on the first line right off.
Originally each of these paragraphs had an extra line between them in gdoc, but that’s not being represented as P tags in the gdoc HTML, so it ends up looking ugly when sent to my blog. Finally, going in to the EDIT HTML, I made direct changes to the code, and gdoc at least seems to preserve my changes, but it kinda sucks to have to go in to the code and edit that for each paragraph.
Well, so, it’s interesting and could be useful, but there’s some issues that make the blog posting not ideal for the way that I would use it. For occasional use, and for longer documents, this could be useful for documents that are collaborative or likely to under go many edits (like this very one, for example); especially I like the re-publishing feature which is easier than copy and paste to update a post, for sure. Not quite ready for prime time, I don’t think.
So, my long-time friend Amy Johnston has a new site up for her art jewelry and design work over at Amy J Studio. She does really great work, and I helped by designing the site.
This is from her bio, which gives you an idea of what she’s about:
If your identity is stolen, who are you? How does cloning affect our sense of self? What’s the difference between real and virtual friendship? I use historical jewelry models to create jewelry addressing these questions, exploring how recent technological and scientific advancements affect contemporary identity. I cast and fabricate fine art jewelry from sterling silver, resin, and stones.
Some of her stuff focused on using RFID in the design, as an exploration of the topic of technology and identity … Pretty interesting stuff! And, be sure to check out the Robot Army items.
It should be clear from Palin’s recent speech that the Republican Party is about revenge, and the fantasy of revenge that requires a target.
The rank and file of the Republican Party are being motivated by their fear and hatred to send an amoral and rapacious elite into office where they can do the most harm. The modern conservative movement is about an elite instilling the illusion of purity against taboo, which is essentially identical to any regressive religious extreme response to change: because change threatens the power of the elite, the religious must be manipulated into protecting hegemony of elite power through radicalized religious fervor.
The corollary of Rove’s strategy of criticizing the enemy for one’s own weakness is that the Republicans hate the country.
The corollary of Yoda’s catechism that fear leads to hate is that the Republicans hate the country because they are afraid.
The vicious cycle is that the rank and file Republican creates their own suffering by supporting those elite who in turn only seek their own aggrandizement by manipulating the hate and fear of their supporters.
The conservative movement appears to be about conserving fear and hate about being denied an imaginary golden age when the garden of eden existed undisturbed by the real, multi-millennial movement toward progressive ideals.
The conservative movement appears to be counting on the reality of a Fool’s Ball where their elite masters give them the crown for a day, thinking they can make that last. But, like that Fool, the topsy-turvy doesn’t last. But, like the den of thieves, those that no longer serve a purpose are liabilities, liable to execution at any moment. And, they don’t realize that they aren’t even invited to that Ball anyway; because behind the scenes the next Fool has already been picked. I hear he’s already scheduled to accept their nomination, a ratification of choices that were made for them.
The conservative movement appears to be afraid of the people. They will manipulate their own and oppress any popular movement they can’t manipulate.
Until that movement wakes up enough to realize they are caught in a vicious cycle of suffering that they can just step out of by not being led in circles, I hate to say I fear this will all continue to happen again and again.
So, a warning to conservatives to be careful what they wish for: Like every story about Cthulhu, be careful that you can put down what you call up; and, don’t be so surprised when that Evil you have summoned turns around and eats you.
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And now for something completely different — it’s Monty Python Fluxx! Yes, that crazy card game where the rules keep changing has joined forces with Monty Python to create the Looneyest card game ever! Help King Arthur and his Knights find the Holy Grail. Bring a Shrubbery to the Knights Who Say Ni! Lob the Holy Hand Grenade at the Killer Rabbit with Nasty Big Teeth! Just do it quick, before the Goal changes again!
And, I got my Monty Python Fluxx promo card in the mail last night, but you can get your own too:
I’m cited in the appendix, “Poverty statistics for Scotland: what we have and what we now need” by John H McKendrick, on page 175:
“Furthermore, the wider trend in social research toward inclusive, active and participative research involving, if not led by, the subjects of research,9 is not being embraced by government in the study of poverty.”
And, note 9 is:
“9 J Bell and others, Comparative Similarities and Differences between Action Research, Participative Research, and Participatory Action Research, Critical Inquiry Seminar, Boga, Antioch University Seattle, 2004, available online at: http://www.arlecchino.org/ildottore/mwsd/group2final-comparison.html”
A note on the website says:
“This unit comprises a series of PDF documents produced originally by Child Poverty Action Group, Scottish Poverty Information Unit, Poverty Alliance with contributions from The Open University.”
Cool. I mean, I’m cited not to directly support the topic, but as an example of the trend toward participatory research in reference to a call for more participatory research by government when doing study on poverty. That’s pretty good. I’m glad I could help.
The paper I did with the group wasn’t exactly amazing research, and ironically wasn’t participatory research at all itself, but our conclusion is pretty sound if not revolutionary:
“Knowledge regarding a particular problem is best determined by groups of people affected. By arriving at a consensus and using qualitative methods of research rather than drawing conclusions purely through observation, measurement and quantitative analysis as is done in rationalistic research greater creativity and problem solving can emerge.”
The Promotion and Lodging pages are up over at the NOTOCON VII site. So, you can find out more about the venue on the Lodging page. Also, you can check out the first downloadable flyer and the four web banners (like the one below) on the Promotion page.
NOTOCON VII: the seventh biennial National Ordo Templi Orientis Conference August 7-9th, 2009 EV ~ Seattle, WA
The call for proposals for workshops at the seventh biennial National Ordo Templi Orientis Conference is now online at the NOTOCON VII ~ Speakers page. The proposals deadline is Oct 15th, 2008 for this conference in Seattle, WA on Aug 7-9th, 2009.
Registration for the conference isn’t open yet, but the reservation code for the hotel is available on the conference site for those wanting to get their rooms now.
NOTOCON VII: the seventh biennial National Ordo Templi Orientis Conference August 7-9th, 2009 EV ~ Seattle, WA
I’ve been helping my friend Kim update her professional website and get a new blog online, which you can check out here: Tensegrity Health Acupuncture: Blog.
Update 27aug09 @ 10:34am:
Now almost exactly a year later and Kim’s re-branded her business and done a redesign of her site. The URL above is now stale, with no redirect. So, my link here is a 404 at her new site. The blog is now fully integrated into the design, using WordPress as a CMS, so you can instead simply go to Kim Knight, M.Ac.O.M., L.Ac. instead.
Anyhow, it should be all kinds of interesting with chances to hang out with U.S. Grand Lodge and other luminaries, meet people from across the country and do lots of networking, and get an opportunity for much formal and informal learning. It’s something that only happens every other year, so going seems like an obvious thing to do.
Portland Reclaiming brought a “hope” banner to the M15 march. We also brought fabric and pens for people to make their own peace flags in the theme of “hope” and marched with over a hundred in a long tail behind the banner.
Photo of Portland Reclaiming’s banner and peace flags linked to photoset:
Additionally, we got many, many anonymous pictures taken of us and might appear on the TV too, as part of the march. And, I had someone from KBOO interview me briefly.
A picture of Portland Reclaiming by someone else:
I regret that I did not get pictures of the March Fourth Marching Band, but I will be seeing them in my dreams …
Update 16mar08 @ 10:28pm:
Here’s a video of the march. The “hope” banner starts going by around 0:15 and the peace flag tail continues until around 1:25. That was pretty early on, just after the start because we were still in front. That was before we slowed up in order to fall back toward The March Forth Marching Band, so we could listen:
Tonight I was invited by a friend I met several years ago at a Theatre of the Oppressed Facilitator Training to go see a show. She’s a great artist that seems involved in a lot of things as well as being a person who is surprisingly well educated. So, you know, it was cool to catch a show she recommended.
The show was part of Reed’s Arts Week and was a work by a local Portland troupe tEEth [also,also]. They presented a work called “Normal and Happy“. You can see some video and pictures of a performance online.
I was horrified. Then, I was turned on. Then, I was horrified that I was turned on. Then, I was turned on that I was horrified.
Wow.
It was a complete journey with dance, visual and music elements combined to make a wild show. I kept trying to describe the show to myself as I was watching and ended up by the end with: Clive Barker’s THX Erotic Butoh Gothic Stomp Baraka: A Space Altered States Odyssey.
