inauguration of the purple party in the age of IS-IS 2016 badwater basin, death (life) valley, shOSHOne tribal homeland, #mobilemosque #purpleparty2016 NU (desert of the real) SCRIPTURES dedicated to brion gysin by b+j dini  1. the purple man and his green eyed knight (of cups) arrive on the golden (state) hill  guided there by the old woman in the mural (sun-seth blvd / echo park) looking to the LEFT with her black and white fingers saying SH(in)!............  they knew where to go because etched into the side wound of the mount was the Word of our Lordless Lord(ess) ARARARITA and a nice old man walking his caNINE (the guardian of the secret satanic chapel of nature surrounded by sticky succulents in the shadow of the church on the way up) sayeth so.  2. when they found the bald mount with its gold steeple they were very surprised for there was a giant wall between them that said PRIVATE PROPERTY  they wanted so very badly to enter the church as they were oooooonce aaaaaaagain on a pilgrimage to find the HOLY GRAIL, but they realized the time cop helicopters flying overhead to the LAPD training grounds just over the barbed wire were defending the newly "liberal" and "progressive" but otherwise very old and very very tired (marxist-zionist) (non-atlantean) idea of "AMERICA" and would not allow them passage.  but there were flowers in new bloom all around, and the sun was quickly setting its ULTRAVIOLET rays, getting them ready for the WITCHING HOUR.  3. so the purple man laid down his green prayer rug on the bald spot, set up his KABA cube, looking straight down over the horizon of his reincarnated alexandria, where they were about to burn the LIBRARY all over again (in the form of the relentless GOOGLE-SCAN / SHUTTING DOWN of the Manly P. Hall Library in Silverlake), and the sweetly feminine mechanical voice of ISIS (which sounded a bit like sigourney weaver narrating some red in tooth and claw nature documentary) began to pour down from the ethereal cthonic OCTARINE purple-yellow-green tentacles formed from the ultraviolent rays of the setting sun in the mushroom turbin head mycelium network he called his SELF and the shadowy insectoid elementals busily hovering all around, waiting for a fresh drop of sixth root race DNA:: THIS was the true voice of islam (not sigourney!):: the whispering of the wind through the trees, the insectoids all buzzing at a certain frequency at night to make you forget about all the more subtle frequencies,  hypnotizing you into their spidery silver web cast into the metallic chemtrail sky::  SHE was the WE that was all slithery SSSSSes and SHHHHHes and he could see what she was saying etched into the gnarled tree trunk in front of him,  the lines on his palms,  the cracks on every mineral stone,  the #glitch in every matrix,  every lost tribe of ISIS-RA-EL.  SHE/WE told him of the messengers before him who were mocked and cast out when they were trying to warn the various civilizations before him of their various deluges (last time by water this time by FIRE (vapor)!), particularly BABYLON the not-so-great, and he thought of all his friends doing "photoshoots" on sacred lands when they should be shooting themSELVES, and he thought about all his friends who were not there to help him paint the RED CARPET purple this year (except his aries atlantian twin flame queen of wands sister who read our newly acquired tome MYSTIC AMERICA written by the secret chiefs that had been guiding him all along called the secret angelic order of the ROSY CROSS witch gave her new hope in the project of the new ages which was the country of her native american birth) and he began the LONGEST CRY ooooonce aaaaaaagain (FIRE SIGN MAKES WATER FOR THE EARTH) staring rite into the sun reminding that insolent fireball of that "brighter something" within ready for the semi-FINAL DOWNLOAD..........  4. poor aleister! all that work bringing us this wild wanton kid HORUS who was already starting to ACT UP old malicious hangovers from the baby boomeritis self indulgent 60s and what were his last morphine addicted words!  poor osho! he taught us everything, he brought the shiva sutras into the new age, and what did he say about (spiritual) HIV and AIDS! Leave it to the so-called "jews" to give us enough of that ancient sadistic mountain god virus called YAHWEH!  poor blavatsky! she gave us all the wisdom of the ascended tibetan sanskrit masters only to fall prey to her own cheap crystal ball parlor tricks and thus be labeled a huckster and a WOMAN forever, thereby inadvertantly ushering in the age of HILLARY CLINTON!  poor gurdjieff, he gave BEELZEBUB's mind tricks to all the wrong people so that Hitler and Stalin could murder millions! maybe we should keep the secret wisdom secret after all!  no! HORUS needed to (sun)SETH(blvd)! so the SON could rise at last in the WEST instead of the EAST, in the form of the LUNAR SUN of course, who would try to speak to SILICON VALLEY / STAR TREK ENTERPRISES one last time before all the long nosed transhumanists ruined everything with their promethean fire google class iphone apples icarus melted wax wings forever!  the big black STAR AND CRESCENT banner was already on the march all over Europe and America already (by zionist marxist syrian refugee design) so why not take a moment and listen to our dearly beloved original savioress and resurrector namely !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!INANNA/ISHTAR/ISIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fresh off her grand tour of being pegged in HELL by her less than illustrious sister ERISHKIGAL (and all the various phallic patriarchal solar and saturnian deities and "black" brothers "black" lodge like cults after her/him) for the sake of a few lost souls aka for the sake of western (atlantean) civilization and western (atlantean) savagery everywhere!  5. then, just as he was being told about the koranic "ROCKY TRACT" etched literally into the rock beneath him by the secret voices that were his Multiverse Selves and the fate of lot's wife the pillar of SALT and sodom and gomorrha, just as he began to intone the sacred SO HANG mantra given to him by the wild embalmed yogi of santa ana suburbia YOGI BHAJAN who was all about promulgating the golden CALIFORNIA CONSCIOUSNESS, and just as CROWLEY reached up with his beastly begging bowl heart and instructed him on the importance of ELEVENTH AETHYR in relation to the TWIN TOWER EMERGENCY and the true ruler of this new age the one and only QUEEN OF HEAVEN emanating herself from the SEVENTEENTH AETHYR, namely, TAN......  ......the insectoid elementals began to feast on his newly invigorated purple blood and injected into the back of his neck was a long metallic matrix needle and suddenly his AMNIOTIC FLUID sack (and his ball sack) felt very very different (very very heavy)..... namely, he felt PREGNANT, first his fiery nature becoming distinctly SULFURIC, bubbling up from the iron depths of the earth and his, gradually hardening into some kind of jellyfish chrysalis in his guts and ABRAHADABRA! an instruction manual opened up in his genome! and he was instructed to take all the troubled A KIDS he had met in the giant floating PARALLELOGRAM IN HEAVEN back there in tennessee that fine fine day around the FOURTH OF JULY (so seemingly long ago) with his golden green KNIGHT OF CUPS / green eyed white horse pony to the NEW NEW PROMISED LAND (the one completely OUTSIDE of Babylon and all its social media black magick, that is).  6. so he parked the PURPLE BUS THAT IS STILL FUCKING CALLING US back at his SUNSETH perch on the PURPLE LAKE full of SEWER SPROUTED LOTUS BLOSSOMS (just like his own special brew / brand of SEWER LOTUS BLOSSOM BUS) and the most auspicious miracle happened!  first, there was the newly incarnated very ultra berry BLUE (slightly purple) BABY SHIVA ICON that soon appeared in his front window!  he/she was dreaming of a time when his/her elder brother VISHNU might preserve the human race just a while longer within the ULTRAVIOLET rays that were now descending upon his favorite BLUE (soon to be purple) PLANET…. blessings! but not only that….  his very own tibetan LAM LAM appeared in front of a totally RANDOID pink store front window! the poor wooden elemental grey aelion looked very sad that he had been left as a piece of furniture by his master the artist who apparently stopped believing in his own magick, and so the PURPLE MAN with his GREEN KNIGHT decided to give him a brand new home!  at first he appeared only as a lowly telluric elemental but his crown gave him away (carved from some ancient redwood no doubt)! and when we set him on his perch next to his new mother namely B+J "HIV = GOD, IN HEBREW" MIDDLE PILLAR ISIS and dressed him up in his new MIDDLE eastern head dress (namely that MIDDLE place (land bridge) where the Far East meets the Far West!) with all its pakistani star and crescent coins and when he read to LAM LAM his daddy crowleys critique of mama blavatskys words in the THE VOICE AND THE SILENCE, and when we read to him the secret sacred mantra of DHYAN CHOHAN.....(sh!.), and when we lit him RED in the GOLDEN FACE, he started to dance back and forth on his wobbly copper pedestal to all the rhythmic movements of the PURPLE MAN's hypnotic middle pillar channelings and the GREEN KNIGHT's dramatic ACTING OUT of all the PANicked fairy tale choreographies of his childhood on the wobbly PURPLE BUS that were instilled in him so long ago that some day he might carry out the inevitable ever uphill task of assisting in the GREAT AMERICAN WORK of the ages.....  O how happy they were with their new SUN!!!!  but he was no SON of the SUN. No!!!!!!  he was the LUNAR SON (which may amount to the same thing to some, but not to US!),  and VENUS smiled upon him,  and Artemis,  and Spica  and of course  INNANA/ISHTAR/ISIS  and all the rest of the starry crescent crescent stars!!!!!  7. IAO LAM!! IAO LAM!! he (she) was truly the NATIVE (naive) AMERICAN of ages past!  and (s)he instructed them on where to go and who to see in order that they might find the lost RED tribe of that fiery archangel confederacy ISRAEL  the one that had crossed the ancient (middle pillar) land bridge from TIBET and MONGOLIA to build their mounds along the MISSISSIPPI in that new great reinvention of the sunken civilization of the lost Fourth Root Race namely the very OLD global order of ATLANTIS!  and so dear sweet LAM instructed the two the TWIN FLAME on how to download the NEW NEW (PURPLE-GREEN-GRAY) version of his true Self  to update the purely GREY version of him old Crowley had (willingly or not) evoked in order to try and bring in the sixth race by means of various nonconsensual DNA tamperings,  thus the origin of the rather frightening "GRAY AELIONS" with all their silly raping abductions and anal probings  much to the dismay of the light bearing PLEADIANS with which they are often confused in their SWASTIKA powered FLYING DICKS  (and so they continue to try and make it CRYSTAL CLEAR with all their crop circle stonehenge sacred geometries in all their favorite ANGLO-AMERICAN corn fields)  and so the TWO TOGETHER put out a call to all their more sympathetically hearing "FRIENDS" in the "A" CAMP  and none but a select triune FEW decided by their sudden WILL to come along for the very FIRST of the official PURPLE BUS IS STILL FUCKING CALLING US "SACRED TOURS."  8. the PURPLE MAN, however, was very saddened by the absence of his SCARLET WOMAN who chose to stay behind with the savages in Babylon for another New York inspired "session"....  but alas! alack! ALAN! what can one do??  his other Neon Purple Vectorian Brother Other Reverse Self was also missing,  but he was hypothetically already on his way to "programming the election in Washington D.C.",  and they had already yanked the savage purple baby that was HIS OTHER SELF (after his very distinct BLUE and RED and WHITE periods)  at the last VECTOR gallery / purple bus spaceship landing at LA MOTHER straight outta the necronomicon invocation of the ISHTAR GATE anyway, so the twain brothers might perhaps theoretically need some time apart to clean off all the afterbirth, you know like cain and abel or just Cain and Cain  BUT INSTEAD there was his PHOENIX  and there was LA YOGA GIRL  and then there was the beautiful irreplaceable YELLOW (lives matter!) hermaphroditic arch-angel rolling up in her black platforms and all too correctly symmetrical black hair like some kind of oriental TITAN to whom our new dear son LAM (or rather LAM LAM as we soon discovered after fittingly dress him/her in a brand new skirt from AFGHANISTAN) developed immediate affection and decided almost from the get go that he/she would teach THEIR sister the TRUE SECRET MANTRA of all sacred androgynes now manifesting ultraviolently on this all too headless KALI YUGA plane…. and so they were off on their magick carpet ride!!  9. and it was almost immediately apparent in their relentless search for the so-called once in a decade SUPER BLOOM that in order to get where they were going they had to go ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH…… and so it was!  they flew to the LOWEST GODDAMN POINT ON THIS GODDAMN CONTINENT and semi permanently perched themselves on the corner of some ancient rocky volcanic crag a few hundred feet below sea level and resolved that they WOULD NOT LEAVE until the GREAT WORK was (semi)done.  it was also immediately apparent that this BADWATER BASIN was a place that drew thousands of devoted PILGRIMS of EVERY RACE CREED COLOUR (etc) ACROSS THIS GREAT BLUE (SOON TO BE PURPLE) GLOBE!  the FIVE immediately got out and began their sacred journey on foot, crossing the ancient wooden bridge across the even more ancient river whose primordial spongey jellylike denizens hid under various SALT formations  as we passed by a giant disclaimer that read CRYSTAL (MAMA) POWER, thus bringing the PURPLE MAN full circle in his brief artistic career of a billion lives LIFE JOURNEY around various OTHER suns.....  for was he not just instructed by his most SALTY CRYSTAL MA MA the fabulously fiercely inimitable MISS SHANNON great goddess of all literally underground (as in UNDER THE GODDAMN EARTH) punk rock in his former faggot incarnation as the ontological anarchist ring leader of the BAY AREA confederacy affectionately named post atom bomb post modern post mortem LEAGUE OF BURNT CHILDREN …..anyway….. wasn't he JUST TOLD in that disastrous documentary of his MISS SHANNON UNDERGROUND (now on vimeo!) that he would some day confront the very IRON core of the GREEN EARTH herself and somehow infiltrate with his very ARIES RAM HORNS the source of her fading BLUE ELECTROMAGNETIC SOUL on that most magnanimous day new year's eve 2012 when all of The Bay's nocturnal queer indigo children were snorting speed ath the one and only SF speakeasy worth the spit.....  (you know when he subsequently decided to fly from the impending tech crisis of the GOOGLE TAKEOVER OF FAG CITY to (where else?) the god awesome grave where all performance art goes to die (and be born again) namely of course BUSHWICK NU YORK) ….or something like that…. 10. well anyway he thought of his dearly beloved GRAND WIZARD MA MA as he crossed that ancient wooden bridge chemtrailing alchemical salts of EVERY CONCEIVABLE KIND (including the synthetic) across the even more ancient prehistoric elementals and breezy spirits of giant megalithic CAMELS who stretched their giraffe necks across the even more ancient land bridge connecting the impossible FAR EAST to the inevitable FAR WEST  in perfect accordance with the poetic predictions of just about every failed faggot MIDDLE PILLAR prophet or other that some day (again) the SUN (SON?) would indeed not only SETH in the WEST but RISE (from the dead) there someday TWO….(HOLLY WOOD STYLE OF COURSE) ….perhaps somewhere on the WALK OF SHAME…. perhaps called there by some freaky faggot through the stripmall version of the ISHTAR GATE herself…. or perhaps pissing casually on the fading star of HOLLYWOOD BABYLON dictator/director CECIL B DEMILE himself (where even now some homeless crackhead  GLITCH WITCH holds her newly acquired emerald green kryptonite tablet in her gnarled oak hands listening to COAST TO COAST radio about the flying DICKS from the white rose of the PLEAIDES that landed his bruised wounded healer with vague memories of the PURPLE MAN passing by with his PURPLE LIVES MATTER SATANIC marching band SATURNALIA in his vaguely NIGERIAN / PURPLE RAIN OF THE SAHARA wizard hat blowing their PANPIPES down VINE STREET looking for the fabled dionysian GRAPES OF WRATH with more green love in his queer sufi heart than he could GOLDEN STATE BEAR in his very clearly but newly acquired SOCAL CALIFORNIAN CONSCIOUSNESS...... trailing behind the scratching hungry ghosts of every man and woman who very clearly FAILED to be one of the STARS ABOVE and so settled for a shit stained marble coffin STAR BELOW where they would be eternally assaulted by their total lack of consciously acquired KARMA BADGES in the form of the shopping cart trains loaded with the black trash bag detritus of crystal meth addicts jizzing all over their fame and fortune with welfare fat pig heads and hooves that only clatter ceaselessly to the most infernal techno programming and never once even approach to the transcendental ecstacies of the COSMIC DANCER  cuz like all the other wannabe WORMWOOD STARS thrown headlong into the great reincarnating abyss of black magick cliches affectionately called BABYLON (affectionately called NIBIRU THE GIANT FLOATING ROCK COMING ROUND THE MOUNTAIN HERE SHES COMES EVEN NOW BETTER GET YOUR SILVER "MAD ARAB" NECRONOMICON AMLET READY!) they were too much concerned about puffing up their peacock feathers to evolve perhaps some day into the raging red rocket ov the PHOENIX …..ahem!...... so back to the PHOENIX!  whose not so solemn MASS (thanks to good ol Daddy Crowley!) we were about to appropriate in our typically INDIGO PUNK KID half assed way in the middle of the so postmodern so new age so postmortem its basically ANCIENT megalithic stonehenge like rock circle formation left there in the fucking CENTER of badwater basin apparently either by the secret chiefs themselves or some anglo american druidic knock off cult no one seems to know about in the sunken heart of LIFE VALLEY or perhaps carefully placed by the haunting spirits of the native shOSHOne spirits themselves waiting for the rite crop of wandering teenage suicides to drop the rite kind of purple mushrooms into their sanskrit painted singing bowls and chant the rite kind of gray magick vaguely OTO incantations and take their raging warrior dreamcatcher feathered asses so far up their late twenty something prostates that they turn immediately into a pack of wild screaming stampeding buffalo with vaguely humanoid heads and fly with infernal bat wings straight back into the concrete hell from whence they came ….OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES…. because of course that is exactly in our limitless arrogance and insolence WHAT WE DID!!!  (that is to say, in all this rambling nonsense leftover as astral vomit from the obsessions of the lagging crew with the nihilistic high school journalism of all the so called BEATS and all their so called PROSE POETRY lumped mistakenly together in the crudest fashion with actual serpent wisdom channelers like Jim, Nico and Patti…..(except always and forever those twain fag sufi junkies BURROUGHs and his brother daddy GYSIN of course and of course nod to our beloved pederast HAKIM BEY and maybe some later quasi BLAKE and quasi kabbalistic WALT WHITMAN knockoff aka the imperial Jewess of the failed flower power children herself whose name I DARE NOT SAY for fear of overtly recognizing that I cannot ever be ANTI SEMITIC to someone who is not even SEMITIC but so clearly EASTERN EUROPEAN in blood and "sense of life" or even KHAZARIAN in their BABYLONIAN ZOHAR interpretation of clearly OLD testament NONSENSE) 11. ….anyway…..where were we…..(let's tighten up this god damn "stream of consciousness already.....what would AYN RAND say....whose "Romantic Manifesto" we did swear by at one time....in high school....at least?!?!?)  O yes! DADDY CROWLEY! Who else would we invoke in the snow white quasi himalayan bowels of this ANCIENT LAKE after clearly following the DON’T TREAD ON ME THIRTEEN LETTERED COLONIAL SNAKE….wink wink….. It was only natural after steadily re watching INAUGURATION OF PLEASURE DOME for the millionth time you know by everyones favorite quasi babylonian FAGGOT FILMMAKER that we would try to mess things up a little bit more for the alleged "Liberal" FDR NEW DEAL MANLY P HALL INSPIRED NEW WORLD ORDER by reading aloud THE MASS OF THE PHOENIX from one of the stand up comedy hilarious GEMS OF THE EQUINOX edited by the archangel "ISRAEL" herself in typical anglo american druidic fashion namely there stood in the center of badwater basin the very anus of life valley FIVE BIG BAGS OF INVERTED KKK HOODED SHIT PISS JIZZ TEARS AND BLOOD READY TO BURST!  Our semi chosen PHOENIX did a rather good job WE must say in his decidedly drag queen rendition of the mass where finger snaps and lips and steady references to juicy latino INCENSE CAKES were rampant…..and of course the divine yellow hermaphrodite (YELLOW LIVES MATTER!) had her turn after her spontaneous fashion forward photoshoot so eerily disimiliar from the babylonian variety in the sense that somehow somewhere her higher even REGAL capital letter Self never failed to shine through in the folds of her white silken semi transparent robes that fluttered like chinese dragons in the steadily increasing breeze that signaled the steadily increasing ranks in the march of the airy elementals that flew overheard underfoot and yes even THROUGH the steadily more intoxicated merry band of Marys and Millenials…… and of course her jungian opposite LA YOGA GIRL had her TURN ON THE WHEEL SEEMINGLY FOR THE FIRST TIME called forth as a lesson in proper "initiation" perhaps on journeys like these perhaps by those rosicrucian snobs who JUST CANT HANDLE the sight of queer indigo kids SODOMITES EVEN pretending to be INITITATES in the middle of the fucking archetypal desert but somehow always intuitively finding where those all too cautious CAMEL TOES never dared to go ……..anyway……. Everyone had their turn in the MASS as a nod to all the democratic egalitarian failures of EMPIRES PAST and then everyone quickly got either bored terrified or absolutely bone dry dehydrated and left the PURPLE MAN and his GREEN AQUARIAN CUP BEARER shouting madly the ELEVENTH AETHYR from DADDY CROWLEY into the steadily increasing ABYSS, the stampeding march of black flag waving jihadists in the always advancing imperial armies of that much maligned queen of heaven ISIS HERSELF and all the spungy fungi sprites and ultraviolet cthulu jellyfish and of course all the HANGRY indigenous energetic hangovers thirsty for lily white colonial blood desperate to get into every still dewy essential oil lavender rose sandlwood drenched pore and orifice newly offered to them by those arrogant SELF INITIATED snot nosed insolent little BOSOM BRATS who after all may some day even RULE THE WORLD BY UNRULING IT …..Anyway….. 12.  So the FIVE was gone rather predictably WE must say (according to widely varying initiation grades and karma browny points of course) and so rather predictably again we must say (according to their undying devotion to the impossible task of materializing the PURPLE GRAY EGG located even more squarely and impossibly at the center of the THOTH DECK LOVERS CARD that even initially brought the TWAIN together on that fateful day in BUSHWICK when AMERICA! A PROPHECY! became a reality in the Purple Man's BLUE PERIOD….)  and so it was the TWIN FLAME was abandoned to their decidedly nonbinary devices at the lowest point on the goddamn continent that was still SOMEHOW SOMEWHERE hovered by unseen astral hands OVER THE MOTHERFUCKING ABYSS…… and so they proceeded to eat not only the red pulpy dribbling seeds from the tree of "knowledge" (in reverse) and simultaneously "forgot" they "forgot" about their "nakedness" but they also even DARED simultaneously to eat from the tree of LIFE by burying that GOD DAMN LINGAM of theirs they have been carting around in their infernal MOSQUE like naïve ill tempered BABY SHIVA turned SHIITE MUSLIM to revenge herself on the death of her big black cock in the mohommedan overcubing of her privy parts in that infernal saturnian SAUDI ZIONIST BORG CUBE ever since they went to that infernal BABY SHIVA temple at the top of MALIBU MOUNTAIN of all fucking places! RITE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING PLANET along with the ALSO sex magickally solar lunar charged turquoise green calcite KRYPTONITE they insisted on carrying around their necks like a couple of self styled crimson caped supermen weirdly charged by the very stone they were always stupidly forbidden....  Pony says:: NAY!  13.  I MEAN JUST LOOK at these proud STARS AND STRIPES saluting confederate rebel isis flag waving black flag waving TAZ / ATLAS SHRUGGED invoking libertarian card carrying AMERICAN ATLANTIAN new wave anti establishment yet classically trained forward in reverse REPUBLICAN SHAMANS even!!  HOW DARE YOU INVOKE YOUR FOUNDING FATHERS AND GRAY MAGICK DADDIES ON OUR SACRED LAND AFTER SO MUCH BLOODSHED!! the flying red savages seemed to say to the lily white savages with bows and arrows drawn taught on the backs of their snarling steaming red eyed horde of elemental buffalo…… but WE are assured that BOTH assured THEM of their GOOD INTENTIONS….. for the PURPLE MAN had been undertaking the dreaded KOMBUCHA FAST for days and eating only the finest LASSENS GROCERIES and taking only the finest CRYSTAL DICKS at all the local bathhouses for just this occasion (although perhaps rather unconsciously and haphazardly guided by unseen hands)….. therefore his overripe sodomite guts were thus the FIRST TO BURST  as the sulfuric elements in his fiery nature had been properly and consummately stoked in the lowest of all terrestrial gravity fields and after once again listening to the lisping slithering breathy gusting mechanically feminine voice WE were emanating ceaselessly from his own personal KABA CUBE,  he took the biggest shit of his life  which is to say HIS CAUSAL WATER BROKE as WE cracked open the stealthily placed vaginal DENTAL DAM in his sodomite guts and nothing but the purest stream of CAUSAL WATER poured forth, lapped up greedily by all the orphic lines and cracks emanating from the IRON BEATING CORE OF THE BLUISH PURPLE GLOBE HERSELF  as she beat her newly invigorated night wings and shades and dewy veils against the relentless onslaught of the snotty self entitled child god HORUS himself who had already himself stirred up way more patriarchal SOLAR FIRE and FLARES in civilized consciousness than was his sacred charge and so was already doomed to be put BACK INTO HIS PLACE by the very not so sorry SODOMITES he had himself loosed into the world through various GRAY MATTER and BLACK LODGE manipulating means…. that is to say, as soon as he found his bladder and bowels sufficiently BURST  thus feeding the white noise static swarm of busily buzzing and hissing and SHUSHING elementals whirling like the most untrained maddening coven of queer limp wrist moshing dervishes all around with the most disproportionately large MUSHROOM HATS and also under the slurping crackling salty orifices below his feet who had apparently not been fed thus in ages and so drew in magnetic hordes of unsuspecting selfie taking tourists by design so it could at least be astrally uploaded somewhere on INSTAGRAM and thus be potentially discovered by some rare strain of INDIGO HIV DEFYING DNA….  and seeing that he had been left all by his lonesome self by his majestic GREEN KNIGHT who had his rather demanding "guests" to tend to….   THE PURPLE MAN THUS BEGAN THE INAUGURATION OF THE (PURPLE)(GRAY)(GREEN)PARTY 2016………(shhhhhhhh)  14.  After thus having one of the darkest nights of his soul, thinking he had the entire unholy host of the lost denizens of ATLANTIS LEMURIA under his salty cracker feet listening to the slowly moving star that winked its mental telegraphs to the crescent moon  now safely enthroned where that wanton phallic solar brat once sat and contemplated ever more dreary and abominable empires than even his older equally dreary brother OSIRIS / OBAMA / HAM / BLACK LIVES MATTER egyptian gangster rap ethnically cleansing reverse racist "posse" or "crew" could even DARE to dream….. and so THE PURPLE MAN took full advantage of his own perhaps final consummate incarnation of the B+J ANTI VIRAL HIGH PRIESTESS KWEERBALLAH GLITCH WITCH ANGLO AMERICAN OPERATING SYSTEM DNA WETWARE UPDATE  and so starving and shaking and breathing only the saltiest of ancient dust quickly succumbing to the simultaneous cliché TAROT TEMPTATIONS of both the OLD CRONE HERSELF BECOME A WHIRLING DUST DEVIL  and the even more satanic temptation of the perennial HANGED MAN like every other allegedly "enlightened" "person" being poisoned or crucified for all the world to always fucking see before him  he shook out his salty green prayer rug and with bare ass to the lunar consort in full prayer prostration to the QUEEN OF HEAVEN herself screamed his fiery horny earthy cardinal sign VERNAL dragon breath into the even more assaulting rushing aethyrs  and at first BEGGED and then even more insolently DEMANDED that the LUNAR MONARCH who was herself not one single solitary "I" but many Wes and so always invoked the plural voice of the MULTITUDE…. NAY!!!  COMMANDED that she not only use her most pure and passive of alchemical SALTS to clean out his newly cosmic sulfuric guts kicking and screaming with barely formed constellations minerals planets and newly invigorated anti empires he couldn’t even pronounce…. and he COMMANDED  that when she also countenanced the sublimely bared prostate of his TWIN FLAME whom he was still calling across the desert by banging all the force of its gusts against the helm of his titanic PURPLE DINOSAUR  that she would also reach her ethereal bejeweled jellyfish tentacles into his infinitely mercurial belly also newly invigorated and BEAR THEM BOTH THEIR SACRED MOONCHILD delivered from THEM to US via the sacred throbbing IRON tract of the BLUE PURPLE GLOBE herself…… 15. but FIRST the purple man resolved that his beloved not see him LIKE THIS, this pathetic old crone slash hanged man dying in the middle of the god damn desert like some vaguely middle eastern pillar cliché of a man, and so he at once evoked all the powers of THE EMPEROR to banish these sorry rotations of the ever déjà voodoo revolving WHEEL ONCE AND FOR ALL….. thus straightening his spine and angry hip and setting his sights directly on heaven  he began his own imperial march around the ceremonial circle casting new lunar systems of his imperial purple and gold robe like so many dusty cobwebs  as his beloved arrived and offered water and lit candles and bowed prostrate as he was told with the salty host thus clearing and clarifying his own iron clad bowels and declared INTERDEPENDENCE forevermore to the denizens of all worlds whirling all around  "LOVE IS THE LAW! LOVE UNDER HEAVEN'S WILL!" and "WHOSE WILL IS HEAVEN'S WILL? MY WILL!" and "I AM THE PURITY! I AM THE GRACE! I AM THE MASTER OF THE SPACE!" and "I AM YOU! YOU ARE ME! AND WE IS WE!"  16.  NOW was the time of the MIND BORN or rather the HEART BORN (or somewhere in the MIDDLE) who would follow no cliché predetermined archetypal design not of their own making or feeling or consent  (and who would not do it just "for themselves" either, but are always singularly community minded thanks to our years of TOPY training always carrying that BLACK BIBLE OV GENESIS near and dear to our hearts!)  and WE would cast the classic tarot GAME OF THRONES to the salty winds if THEY could not but have ONE SINGLE SQUARE FOOT PLOT OF LAND or even some god forsaken "ranch" (savage or not) on which to properly conduct the truly AMERICAN DREAM  the STARS AND STRIPES (originally purple not blue!) melting together in the newly invigorated PURPLE RAINS to come on our newly determined MOUNT SINAI with its PROMISED LAND salty cure to END ALL SPIRITUAL HIV….. our newly invigorated queer sufi emerald hearts screaming GREEN GLOW MEANS GO!  to its new PURPLE CROWN ON THE MANTLE OF THE CLOWN! heights  in the latest archetypal post-Saharan post-Saturnian post-Sun post-Son WHERE'S THE DAUGHTER BITCH drama  with the newly invigorated mantras falling like purple mana spores from the heavens  as the TWAIN stared at their silver starry DEVA between their legs in firm pyramid poses with strong newly invigorated spines inviting all megalithic CAMELS on their backs to leave their eternal V V V V V tracks,  "BERNIE-RAND I UNDER-STAND!" and "OSHO-shOSHOne for the Ancient Lake!"  with the FIVE POINT PENTAGRAM etched in PURPLE GRAY GREEN blood across their underbellies thus::  17. "1. RED PLUS BLUE EQUALS PURPLE 2. BLACK PLUS WHITE EQUALS GRAY  3. CAPITALISM PLUS SOCIALISM EQUALS FREE WILL  4, INDIVIDUAL PLUS COLLECTIVE EQUALS MULTITUDE 5. SPIRIT PLUS SCIENCE EQUALS SOUL" let the Party begin!!!   18..  We sent you here not only as a trial but as a boon to warm your hearts, always searching for the Promised Land.  19. Do you not remember getting lost in the desert with your beloved and We started closing in the salty waters all around you and you wanted so much to look back at your little egg but every time you did so some dark winged thing would buzz by your ear and lodge a stinger or two in your side?  20. Do you not also remember following the light of that singular star Spica to safe passage, the dark waters seemingly "parted" before you?  21. Because you walked equally side by side hand in hand in good faith without regret We saved you from further misfortune.  22. Do you not remember the glowing lunar orbs that visited your pregnant altar shortly thereafter, and the pulsing spectral lights from our sacred archangels reaching down from heaven and blessing you and your offering?  23. We heard you calling across the Valley of Life and judged your intentions pure and true, and visited you first as one then two then three but we are always Many.  24.  Thus we blessed your short stay with the shOSHOne, who not only carried within them the name and essence of your beloved Guru,  25. offering one Kathy Cottonwood who also carried the name of your birth mother and was also her very same age and so reminding you thus you felt immediately at home and full of affection,  26.  discovering at once that their sacred animals were your sacred animals, especially the RAM,  27. and the colors that adorned all their literature (namely PURPLE GRAY GREEN) were your colours,  28. that even their eldest elder lived in the only GREEN house on the Land,  29.  that their rendering of the "D/V" in the wrongly named "Death Valley" looked suspiciously like your initiate initials B/J,  30. that their favored lake is called CHINA Lake to firmly cement in you the perennial bridge that connects the Far East and West,  31. that they were even powered by endless rows of solar panels guarded by parallel rows of PALMS that acted as "gateway to the SOLAR" thus reminding you of your Master Magician's counsel that the age of HORUS would bring a land powered almost exclusively by the FREE SOLAR ENERGY bestowed by the ever childlike ever wanton Son of the Sun.....  32. If that were not enough we even gave you sight of two lost pyramids from that ancient civilization… What more do you want from Us?  33.  The Purple Man cried out, "I am sad that my Scarlet Sister and Purple Brother are not here!  Babylon swallows them up even now!  I have given them so much Work and Warning and still they seem so distant! Still they chase the dazzling Lights! WHAT SHALL I DO?"  And HE/SHE (IT) answered (s)himself in the form of the buzzing swarming hissing Multitude again saying as a gust through the trees,  "Be patient with your chosen tribe. We have sent your Scarlet Woman as a peace offering from Babylon, our sole object is Contact after all, and the Middle Pillar requires that we keep all lines of communication (and attack!) wide open, how else is the Greatest Work to be done by the Greatest Number of people?  Your Purple Brother is even now on his way to "programming the election" in Washington D.C., take this as a sign to begin preparation for your cross country campaign interventions!  We have sent you guidance from the secret invisible orders in the form of the RED BOOK that fell into your lap, mapping out a clear route down the Mississippi where the ancient mound builders left their designs as a reminder where all the power in the lay lines lie, so see to it that you repeat the alchemical ceremony of THE LOVERS OF THE PURPLE GRAY EGG at all the appropriate cracks and fissures (and "glitches") in the Land!  You must also seek out your brother the PHOENIX and apologize for your unmeasured Severity, though often warranted in the unconscious desecration of your temple, where Mercy was almost completely lacking, if you are to continue on the Middle Path, for he is your connection to the greater indigo tribes of the desert who clearly need Our guidance and direction.  Bless Our MOSQUE at all corners with the following altars:  BABY SHIVA DREAMS OF ULTRAVIOLET VISHNU to the West with the BLUE BOOK OF BLAVATSKY cleared marked,  ISIS also to the West with the BLACK BOOK OF GENESIS clearly marked,  BAPHOMET to the East with the RED BOOK OF CROWLEY clearly marked,  ESU/HERMES/THOTH "god of crossroads" ELEGUA at the front (of all travels) with Our KORAN clearly marked,  and of course Our dear lunar son/daughter LAM LAM cradled safely in the back with all her assorted salt crystals clearly marked and charged with BEELZEBUB'S TALES and the BOOK OF CHANGES on her lap to guide her on all her cross galaxy interdimensional travels.  Make of this vessel a roving MYSTERY SCHOOL with its own varying degrees of Initiation from front to back (not for the general public AS WE CLEARLY ADMONISHED YOU but for those who know and want to do the Work)….  DO ALL THIS (more still to come!) and We shall be sure to let your chosen Tribe know through various ebs and flows of the green light within them upon which they rely so HEAVILY of your continued existence love and influence in the seeds you have sown on their behalf AND SO BY RENOUNCING YOU THEY SHALL RENOUNCE THEMSELVES.  Amen (RA)."  ================== APPENDIX (removed) ================== And so the Purple Man and his Green Knight returned home (or rather ONE of their alotted "homes" for the whole world was now their "home"!) to their Purple Lake only to find the SEWER LOTUS BLOSSOMS just beginning to emerge from the the turquoise slime and after arranging and blessing their Mosque as they had been instructed by the Lunar Multitude (of Selves) the Old Man of the Lake appeared ("Daddy" to some, Walt Whitman to others!) with his very VERNAL harvest of native ARTEMESIA, the bitter WORMWOOD STAR drink bestowed by the QUEEN OF HEAVEN herself, and took a photo of their newly placed baby blue illuminated SHIVA DREAMS PURPLE VISHNU FOR THE PRESERVATION OF THE NEWLY EMERGING SIXTH RACE altar, and informed them their "story" (Work) would now "officially" be part of the greater "conversation of the Lake" he was preparing for some famous art gallery or other, and the TWAIN smiled a knowing smile at each other, feeling so blessed by Synchronicity a singularity was bound to open up, and imbibed the sacred dreaming wormwood.  Thus under Her (Our) influence the GREEN KNIGHT veiled and hooded so that HIS FACE BECAME OUR FACE (namely ANY face we WILL!) acted out ancient scenes from the Purple Man's sordid past (VISIONS OF THE PARALLELOGRAM IN HEAVEN!) and his first encounters with his chosen INDIGO TRIBE and realized HIS VOICE WAS OUR VOICE and HIS KNIGHT OF CUPS TATTOO WAS OUR TATTOO and so became Doubly Initiated and Self Aware (and so this "story" (Work) doubly circles back and completes itself).  Thus under its influence the Purple Man looked down at himself and realized firstly, that he was no mere "Man" (bejeweled and bedecked as he often was!) and ultimately that the alternating green and purple of his intersexed attire were not evocations of the decidedly solar RED AND GOLD EMPEROR at all, but rather that of the decidedly more lunar Atlantian-American EMPRESS, and he was thus entrusted with the secret alchemical keys of this TRUMP under the SOUL condition that he not only write this OUR very MEAN and MEASURED accounting of things but also more importantly and always forevermore that he……  LIVE. IT.  Of course, mostly in the form of the cardinal seed sower who may INITITATE all things at the beginning and yet never live to see their fruition / consummation at "their only friend The End," which he now regards as neither a blessing or a curse but simply as the WILL OF HEAVEN, WHICH IS HIS WILL, that he move from one fresh pasture to the next and so spans the whole infinitely infuriating MULTIVERSE with our quietly resounding whispering buzzing hissing Voice(s)…..which sounds something like the (rosy) cross extending between that of the very BLUE BLAVATSKY and the very RED CROWLEY in their perennial debates and rages over the pages of THE VOICE OF THE SILENCE which was after all the singular Source Book and counsel of their brand new BABY SHIVA whom they affectionately call LAM LAM as a "finger pointing the Way" and intone by a longer more secret MANTRA further Initiation by the Secret Orders in the most exciting and intoxicating Mystery School of All…..LIFE ITSELF…..approaching year after solar year the 33rd DEGREE….. Happy Birthday!!!!! And……. AAAAA-men!!!!!!....And....... Let's get this Party started!!!!!!!