HE'LL TAKE YOU ON TRIPS THROUGHOUT THE BRAIN HE'LL BRING YOU BACK WHEN YOU'RE INSANE "The reason I liked Virginia is because she was so androgynous," I explained to Soph-kid at breakfast one morning. We were writing another letter to Timmy J. Lurie over scrambled eggs which she barely touched and my inevitable bagel, as much of a fixture at the Hotel Gonzo as Rootboy Krueger's chocolate donut. I said, "I really like--used to like--androgynous women. Beyond the Virgin and the Whore. Virginia Plane, my old girlfriend, was a vorkling woman basketball player; I was after her ass because she was a feminist. But you're into sex roles, Sophie--so you'll never be my girlfriend. Unless maybe you turned into a jockette." Sophie Rosencruetz replied, "I've got an identical twin who's a professional bodybuilder, but I'm not like her; I'm not going to be like her...." I said, "I was just teasing you...but the thought of you having a jockette twin is my most bizarre fantasy, beyond even bondage and discipline, beyond the sex-play of the jet-set--not the fare of cowboys on U-boat, but I am not your typical redneck. What are you going to tell Uncle Tim besides that you were not knowingly committed?" Musingly, Sophie said, "Tell me--what's Uncle Tim like?" "He's started a new career as an science fiction author; he prefers to write about the Real World (whatever that is) than anybody's Neptunean fantasies because he thinks Burroughs--William S., not Edgar Rice--Pynchon, William Gibson, and the cyber-punk club describe a reality which is more full of surprises than the most bizarre fantasy....The two of us are collaborating on All-Star Jet-Set Sex-Play Race-Track, the story of a black computer hacker in search of the perfect aphrodisiac; it's based on the many letters I've sent him describing my mental illness. "Actually, yohimbine is currently listed in the PDR as an aphrodisiac--something that Dr. Walters told me when I showed her Tim's rough drafts. That's why I'm glad I came out here to Warm Springs; they have good doctors out here. I can get my mind purified by valproic acid--the new line in research in manic-depression is to use anti-convulsants. I'm also on Xanax because I have anxiety attacks; I feel like my mind is splitting into a number of voices and one of them is God and the rest are the Archons...." At that time I didn't know that Sophie's twin was the resurrection and the life. And her name was Norea. It was a curious name. Sophie patiently explained, "It was the name of a Goddess in The Thought of Norea, an ancient Gnostic treatise." "I've read it," I said, spreading cream cheese upon my bagel. "It describes ontology as entification, Being as a process of descent of energy through multiple levels of organization....But Norea is a Hypostasis, not a Goddess," I corrected and we both laughed. "A hypostasis," I explained, "is a division within the Godhead, like the Trinity or the 99 names of Allah. Norea was One with God and She was the One God." THE THOUGHT OF NOREA It is Norea who cries out to the Father of the All, Mind of the Light who heard Her, who received Her into the Dyad that She might might Make herself, just as there will be days when she beholds the Fullness, and She will not be deficient, for She is within all the Adams who possess her Thought. THE THOUGHT OF W.C.LEADBEATER Personally, I don't believe in any Adam as I studied evolution with Bill Wimsatt, who was the first to explain entification to me: Wimsatt had been holding up the class, continuing to lecture on systems theory and holistic philosophy even though the bell had rung. Finally one of the graduate students raised his hand, saying, By all this are you trying to say that the whole is more than the sum of its parts? Wimsatt replied, I mean that something like that occurs, but for different reasons. The emergence of weak forces at any given level of or- ganization--the quantum, the atomic, the molecular, etc.--makes its behavior unpredictable in terms of strong, reductionistic forces. The entire universe is a hierarchy of levels of organization appearing as weaker and weaker forces manifest themselves: Eric Drexler had discovered that this whole entification process was controlled by sub-quark archons. THE HYPOSTASIS OF THE ARCHONS And the Chief of the Archons became blind. Having expelled the blasphemy he had spoken, the Creation, he pursued it down to Chaos, his Mother. And She established each of his offspring in conformity with a hierarchy, for by starting from the Invisible world the visible world was invented. Heterocatalysis on the Ouspenskian autobahn as Oedipus wrecks. MELTDOWN IS COMING I finally met Sophie's twin when she showed up for Family Meeting one weekend. She was dressed in fox furs; she seemed the image of the seductress, like Soph-kid, her Mirror: Sophie was too manic to remain in one place for long; she went off to play Psychokiller. Check out the businessman trying to pick up the nurses; he's got some wild, wild life. Better run, run awaaaaaay.... "Hi," I said to Norea as I approached the two of them, smoking one of my prescription U-boats and admiring the way her muscles bulged, flexed, rippled, every time she moved. You could tell she was a professional bodybuilder. Boy howdy, this was even better than Big Nurse! "Hi yourself," Norea said. "You must be the guy Sophie was talking about--the one with the prescription for pot. Has it been helping your glaucoma?" I said, "It's been Curlyizing my brain, that's for sure. Have you ever read The Gospel of Thomas? No home should be without one!" She replied, "I've read that, too....It's an authentic sayings source of the historical Jesus which includes Truth not in the Bible, according to Koester and Kloppenburg...." She was as much a woman of Knowledge as her Twin. All of a sudden she grabbed me in a bear hug--I mean, you could really feel those muscles--and kissed me. "Mmmmmm, you're so cute I could just cuddle you...." Norea said, flirtaciously, "You're so profound! The Gospel of Thomas is Scripture: I like that. I like you. I really get off on you--just like Sophie does; she told me all about you. Too bad you're living in Montana and I'm from SF, otherwise I'd ask you for a date: Come watch me work out sometime. In my bikini. A little string bikini--but I love riding Amtrak; if I ever come out to Montana again can I stay with you...? The reason I'm here now is to be with my sister while she's having her nervous breakdown. I've never seen her so hyper! God, do you think she'll ever start taking her medication?" I said, "I promise to get Sophie to start taking her pills...if she'll listen to me; she doesn't think there's anything wrong with her...." "You do that and you can sleep with me any time you want!" Norea was so enthralled that she gave me another kiss; soft machine feeling for a point of intersection. Atlantis along the wind in green neon. I said, "How about some hot nasties over a case of Mountain Fresh beer if you're ever in the Big Sky Country again. Maybe a trip up to Glacier for a weekend, mountain lions and bears and glaciers, oh my...better than police and thieves in the streets, frightening people with guns...." "I'd love it," she said. She knew what boys liked: Boys liked her. Except maybe for the cowboys with their 19th Century standards of beauty, iconoclasts shattering the Androgyne, rednecks who had heard nothing of this: that feminism was alive. Just then Family Meeting started. People began heading toward the conference room--I wanted to be in there with Norea; I loved her as Androgyne--but Dr Miller's group met in the game room so I shook her hand and wondered where Fearless Taco was. I shook her hand, but I wanted to kiss her once more; I was burning with desire. I held the hand of Norea and it was warm as Night and cold as snow. And the snow falls gently on the town, and over the heads of all the living...and the dead. # End of file Press RIGHT ARROW (#6 key) of the numeric keypad to load the next file.