Meditation, Mindfulness, & Racism

Science, Mysticism, & Awakening to the Race Construct

Readers of the Glass Grimoire: the Mystical Web Serial Saga of Andy Crowley know that mysticism vs. reductionism is a major theme in Andy’s pulp fantasy adventure.

Central to the story is the idea that all reality is a unified oneness, and only by way of human constructs is existence parsed, delineated, and otherwise mangled into the quagmire of divisions, categories and labels we delusionally hold immutable and true.


I have said here before that I believe this mistaken modality of perception and cognition is fostered in our culture as way to divide, limit and imprison us.

I have also proposed that the practice of meditating toward mindfulness — which may merely be a modern, more acceptable way of articulating timeless practices undertaken to attain the mystic state whereby one may ascertain monism — is the means by which we return to what may have once been our natural modality of awareness, and a way out of the maze we have been conditioned to construct for ourselves.

Nowhere, except maybe in the ridiculous notion that lines on a map or coloured rectangles of cloth that flap in the wind are real things (intrinsic to the identities we fabricate for ourselves no less!), is our constructed, conceptualized culture’s reductionism run amok more obvious than with the issue of race. Or should I say non-issue — for there is, even scientifically speaking — no such thing.

The article below articulates this sentiment in terms of current events.

Racial Identity is Biological Nonsense says Reith Lecturer 

And I felt compelled to ask Glass Grimoire readers share it far and wide.

For though we live in a time where many people are untangling their consciousnesses from the binds of the arbitrary lines we have drawn, as we have seen of late, too many are still too susceptible to slipping backward into the crude machinations of the superficial colouring-book-and-crayons culture that delineates and demonizes in order to divide and conquer.

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Meditation, Black Friday, & the Hamster Wheel of Identity Construction

Conspicuous Consumption is the Disease of Disconnection

Last week, I shared the below graphic to show how I see meditation and mindfulness as a phenomenon that offers escape from the compulsion toward the self/ego/identity-fabrication that results in the imprisoning ME construct.

Though admittedly not the end-all-be-all, and certainly a mere stepping stone toward the much more complex notion of what meditation is, it was accepted with enthusiasm and much debate, some of which ventured into the realm of the socio-economic reasons why human beings need to meditate to become mindful in the first place.


Is it possible that we are drawn to meditation by a desire to reacquire a natural inclination to a mindful state of awareness we have lost? A return to Eden one might say.

How is it that submitting to the peace of the present moment has become something elusive and seemingly beyond reach of modern, civilized humanity? Shouldn’t we be predisposed to this disposition?

Does it really make sense that our seemingly default state of awareness is anxiety, stress and regret?

It’s weird if you ask me.

But you know what else is weird?


That’s weird too.

As someone formerly afflicted with careers in political science, journalism and advertising, I have come to believe that the reason the modern default modality of consciousness is a perpetual state of being anxious about the future, dissatisfied with the present and regretful about the past is because we are programmed by our society and its institutions to be this way.

In other words, people are conditioned, socialized and trained to be the exact opposite of what mindfulness implies and meditation achieves.

Why? To what end?

Well, Black Friday about sums it up.

Simply put, the individual with a mindful consciousness: the one who is intrinsically satisfied; the one for whom identity construction and longing for outside approval of that constructed identity has ceased to be the driving imperative of consciousness doesn’t NEED the latest version of the hippest phone brand to be satisfied with existence.

And so mindfulness is not preferred because it does not serve the interests of a consumption driven economic growth paradigm that likes its people perpetually

  • uncertain about what they have achieved
  • disappointed with who they are
  • obsessed with who they should be
  • preoccupied with identity construction, and
  • seeking validation of that construct

so that they are always

  • shopping, and
  • working so they can shop

From marks in school to how current our phone model is to how our asses look in our pants, the preferred modality of consciousness — the modality that has been engineered to serve the interests of the few at the top — is that which constantly scans outward for approval of the ME construct and invests every waking moment stitching the outer clown suit of being piecemeal into existence using everything from political affiliations to the painstakingly selected brand of coffee one waves prominently about as one saunters into work each morning.

They want us fractured, disoriented and jonesin’ for the next thing that will make others stand up and take notice of how on-the-ball, ahead-of-the-curve, plugged-in, awesome-smelling, slick-operating, and blinky-trinky AWESOME we are!

All this, despite the fact that it’s impossible to ever hit all the targets that move ever backwards! For ain’t it the absolute truth that what’s nifty today is nasty by tomorrow?

Welcome to the hamster wheel.

What they DON’T want are the awakened ones. And especially ones who buy into that tree-hugging, hippy-dippy, kung-fu, one-with-reality hokum! Those ones aren’t shoppers. Those ones won’t stay chained to their desks.

In the fiction I write, I postulate that reductionism run amok — the needless and arbitrary parsing and delineation of reality by way of labels, categories, designations, measurements etc. is what separates us from grace. It is the primary theme of my work.

Rightly or wrongly, I propose that the grace of the oneness that emerges when we cease (as much as is possible for us) to draw lines and impose fabricated division on an inherently unified reality is what I call mysticism. And also, rightly or wrongly, I identify mindfulness as achieved by meditation as the condition of nesting in this unity of being and reality / perceiver and perceived.

I offer for discussion that the misery in our world results from holding ourselves in the state of exile from grace that manifests when, either by the wide strokes of the paint roller of religion, or by the fine-tipped pen strokes of science, we impose our swaths and scribbles upon a reality that rewards us most for doing no more than being with it as it is.

The lines are everywhere and without thinking too hard or meditating for too long, it begins to become obvious why they are there.

Divide and conquer.

The lines have become so pervasive we no longer realize that they are arbitrarily defined and thereby imaginary! Lines in the sand, all of them: shifting and insubstantial — though most certainly NOT inconsequential!

Lines between blacks and whites; between conservatives and liberals; between Christians and Muslims; between Americans and Mexicans.

They all divide though none of them are real!

Now let’s return our attention to the point of this article: that high, holy, celebration of consumerism: Black Friday.

We come now to lines upon the lines. As though there can never be too many bars in the cage. As though nations, races, religions, political parties, alma maters, and sports team loyalties weren’t enough, we are invited to the next level.

Mac-users and PC-users; Android-users and iPhone-user; this-kind-of-car-driver and that-kind-of-car-driver; rock and disco; Coke and Pepsi; My-watch-records-how-many-steps-I-take-guy and poor-me-my-watch-still-only-tells-me-what-time-it-is-MAN!-I-need-two-fingers-of-scotch-to-dull-the-pain-guy : (

We’ve succumbed to a civilizational enterprise in social engineering that has managed to make me-being-better-than-you even better!

All of this is why we are disconnected. All of this is why we are unfulfilled.

Because they want us shopping. They want us working. They want us warring.

To my point. Conspicuous consumption of junk we don’t need to preoccupy us with the construction of false identities we don’t need has become the cultural imperative of our civilization. And we do it all only because we don’t yet get that we don’t need to.

And we will continue to do it until, I would argue, we use the door off the hamster wheel that becomes more and more accessible to us all every day.

Meditation: the vast, silent, borderless way back to the embracing grace of a reality free from the arbitrary delineations that set us against one another (not to mention setting the constructed outer self against the inner relative absence of that notion).

So I invite you again to ponder the above meditation/mindfulness graphic — this time in the context of Black Friday and these two statements.

  1. Identity Construction has become the primary enterprise of beings in our civilization and the means by which they become trapped on the seek approval-shop-work-repeat hamster wheel.
  2. Meditating toward mindful, transcendent awareness beyond the ME construct offers the promise of moving through our programmed preoccupation with identity construction and stepping off that hamster wheel.


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Mindfulness, Meditation, & the Self-Construct Simplified…

… and how the unreality of past & future shackles us

Because meditation still seems exotic and inaccessible to some, I decided to sketch up a little diagram that articulates what it achieves by showing the typical socially conditioned consciousness of the average worker/citizen/voter/consumer in Western culture and the consciousness of one who has moved toward a relative state of wakefulness as proposed in most spiritual systems.

Implicit in the notion this graphic communicates is the idea of mysticism — that reality is something beyond science, religion or concepts that are used to define self (car preference, political affiliation, gender, race, nationality, hair style, preferred footwear brand, career etc.)


Whether you view this from an Abrahamic-Christian, Taoist, Buddhist, secular, psychological, Hermetic or mystical perspective, what I hope you find fascinating is that when you acknowledge the artificiality of time (no past / no future) as an aspect of the fabrication of — and preoccupation with — the fictional, distinct self, you come to realize you’ve been tangled in a quagmire of conceptualizations and symbols that have kept you from engaging in the grace of reality.

Along the way, another beautiful happens as you grasp the concept of mindfulness. You begin to truly understand why forgiveness emerged as a vehicle to grace. Likewise for detachment. For once you break through, you begin to see that meditation and the mindful awareness that results from it are really just the contemporary terms for countless spiritual concepts, which in turn created countless religious concepts that all represent the one way to the one place called by so many names, of which salvation, enlightenment, wisdom, higher consciousness are but a few.

For me, in the end it all boils down to just two words…

Let go.

For more mindful mystical musings, merely make your way into the metaphysical maelstrom of the multiverse of

Glass Grimoire: the Mystical Web Serial Saga of Andy Crowley

Upon Pages of Glass, a Grimoire for Our Time

Returning to The Reality We Once Knew

Glass Grimoire is more than an open-ended, omni-genre approach to fiction that embraces the vast canvas offered by the Internet. It is more than a reimagining of the spirit of the 19th Century newspaper serials of Dickens and Twain, and the pulp radio serials of the 40s and 50s.

There is a reason this work of fantasy fiction is steeped in philosophical, esoteric, occult, mythological, and philosophical tradition. And it quite purposefully embodies a post-reductionist, mystical perspective: a perspective revered long before either science or religion — and a perspective finding renewed pertinence in a world where our means for sharing information and inspiration that connects us to one another is right at our fingertips.

It is my hope that this story might manifest as something we can connect to together: something that will evolve into a force that will re-illuminate and proliferate ancient — perhaps intrinsically human — truths still known to a few but still hidden from too many.

Andy Crowley’s story is conceived of as a spark within The Glass Grimoire. But it is all of us together that will fan it to a flame.

If this be the tome — one by which modern sorcery has connected us to one another by pages of glass — then this tome’s tale is but inspiration to invocation. The true magic that arises herein will do so by way of the interpretations, information and illuminations you provide, discuss and share in the comments below each chapter. In turn, those comments will become edits as a living mystical document emerges to guide us into ourselves, away from the shadows on the wall of Plato’s cave, back into light.

As your participation informs and refines this evolving story, together we may craft a mystic primer for transcending the arbitrarily delineated delusion of the world to which we so lazily cling — instead to experience once again the ancient dance of being and reality eternally promised and too long ignored.

What the Digital Dickens!?

Does 21st Century Serial Resurgence Demand New Writing Rules?

I feel the Internet offers an opportunity for a return to episodic storytelling on an unprecedented scale. And I believe the web serial could reorient our entire approach to writing and literature. Think 19th Century Dickens newspaper serials — only with no need for presses, no associated production costs, no need for a printer or publisher, and unlimited access to story research and audience.

The vast scope of the canvas and the open-ended (cost-free) nature of the medium offers the promise of longer arcs, larger casts of characters, more complex world mechanics and histories, and even reader interaction and immediate feedback.

I know this will be controversial but I feel the approach to setting up a saga in this medium should be different than set-up in a typical, more finite novel. The standards for proper novel length, number of characters etc. get blown out the door. Do they not?

With a very long view taken, my approach has been to exposit (info-dump — egad!–) the complex rules of my reality in a “Concerning Hobbits” manner. I also introduce a lot of characters early. I intend to lay down the complexity up front so that things can play out. But here’s the rub…

Every criticism of the work is along the typical lines: “hook ’em with the first page”, “show don’t tell”, “I want to know why these characters have this relationship (without waiting)”, “info-dumps bad” etc.

Putting a debate about whether one is a good/bad writer, or experienced/inexperienced writer aside, I am all but convinced that we should be undergoing a paradigm shift in HOW people write — and how people read — that addresses the scale, nature, and possibility of the web serial medium.

I feel the opportunity for larger, grander, more sophisticated worlds, stories and reader experiences is done a remarkable disservice by culturally imposing a transfer of the limitations of corporate, published, single-author, 500-page, bestseller novel process onto the longer-game, deeper-dive of this much wider canvas.

Are the established writing class just digging their heels in here? Is fuddyduddyism stonewalling evolution — maybe even a renaissance?

I know there are rules. But do the same rules apply when the medium is so drastically different?

Can there be new rules? Indeed, shouldn’t there be new rules?

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A Message to Glass Grimoire Readers

Regarding Glass Grimoire & Mysticism in Practice

Glass Grimoire is an open-ended, omni-genre approach to fiction that embraces the vast canvas offered by the Internet.

It is conceived in the spirit of the 19th Century newspaper serials of Dickens and Twain, and the pulp radio serials of the 40s and 50s, but endeavours to advance on those conceptions in a time where we are capable of accessing information that once evaded popular awareness in a medium that connects us and empowers us to share and interact like never before.

This tale is steeped in philosophical, esoteric, occult and mythological tradition and fully embraces a post-reductionist, mystical perspective.

Sharing your thoughts, interpretations and insights in the comment section below each chapter is encouraged — as is using the social media buttons to share this work and widen this conversation.

It is my hope that in the sharing, discovery unfolds, and that the cognitive delineation and division run wild in our society begins to melt away.

The words of Andy’s worlds are a dream, both literally and figuratively: a dream about how we may come to understand that the term Glass Grimoire has a meaning much deeper, and much more profound than that of a mere McGuffin in the raucous romp through reality of a teenage sorcerer from Corbyville.

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Freedom Upon an Open Plain

Freedom Upon an Open Plain

Old skunk, satisfied,
Shambles onto an open plain.

Young owl, enthusiastic,
descends to fulfill their shared desire.

They know nothing of winners.
They know nothing of losers.

And so suffer not the anguish of such false notions.

For once again, skunk will become owl,
And owl will become skunk,

Without distinction or delusion,

Upon the open plain.

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Our cyborg children need our lost philosophers

Absence of Discourse in the Age of Crashing Consciousness

I make much on this blog of the power of the Internet in positive terms.

I marvel at the potential it offers in its capacity to connect us to all the knowledge and wisdom of humanity while at the same time connecting us all to one another in a way that would enable us to share the fruits of that knowledge.

But as the father of three children now coming to grips with the allure that power has, I find myself lamenting the loss of philosophy in a time when we are undergoing perhaps the most significant surge in the evolution of consciousness in the history of our species.

My 12-year-old-daughter has an iPod. I don’t know if that is right or wrong. She uses it to listen to music, which I think is important. But she now uses it to communicate with friends across the street and across the Atlantic ocean. My wife and I monitor what she does and transparency is mandated but none of this is what really bothers me.

As someone who has long studied philosophy and the esoteric traditions, I am disturbed by our collective apathy around the Internet and what it represents as a drastic reorientation of consciousness in reality that is taking place in my daughter’s generation.

Have we really sufficiently thought through the implications of a generation of children, who, from the time they can walk, carry what amounts to a second brain in their pocket: a brain, no less, that provides them with instant access to everything that has ever been known by our species and connects them to every other being in existence — instantaneously — all the time?  Is this not a big deal?  How are we not concerned about what this means for out kids, and for our humanity?

The esoteric scholar, who appreciates how Western thought’s ferocious, snowballing imbalanced focus on the linear, rational functions of consciousness (math, science, language) over the more global, mythic functions (art, music, philosophy), speaks much about how our social institutions (I would add as a function of perpetuation of economic consumption and political management of the masses) has systemically devalued, trivialized and shoved our more “intangible” means of understanding and processing of reality the point where the are at risk being extinguished for good.

The esotericists understand perfectly how we have come to this point in the evolution of consciousness where the unchecked, unquestioned adoption of the fruits of right-brained, scientific, engineered, empiricist, reductionist innovation are integrated into our lives with total trust and minimal concern. What science does is now above reproach. Were there any philosophers left, they would say that, in the minds of our time, technology has become “the good”.

Speaking of philosophers… Remember them? Those members of a society who studied, examined, articulated, and foster discussion around the most fundamental aspect of our existence: consciousness and its relationship with reality?

Well, wouldn’t they be useful right now!

Bringing me to my point.

In a world that has come to value almost exclusively science and engineering degrees that can manifest the tangible, actionable, observable aspects of being, we have systemically diminished and devalued those explorations that can explore and manifest insubstantial — but no less important — aspects of being: what we are, who we are and how we fit in reality itself.

And now, when I look into my daughter’s frightened, confused eyes some days, I wonder if we haven’t been too complacent amidst the timeless, belligerent admonishments of drunk uncle’s with MBAs at family dinners that go something like…

“What the Hell you gonna do with a philosophy degree?”

It is unquestionable to me now that we are raising the first truly cybernetic generation of humanity. And as the ones who live in cyberspace — no, ARE cyberspace — they are struggling with how to relate to us: the ones who just visit there. Worse than that, they are struggling with how they relate to themselves, with each other, and the receding reality that exists on THIS side of the 4-inch blinky, beepy rectangle that is becoming more of who they are than THEY are.

There is no conversation happening and I fear, though they are confused, afraid, and possibly already lost, we can’t help them.

And I am convinced we will seriously lament how the people who could have helped them acquiesced to pressure to become experts in corporate communications instead of Plato.

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Plato’s Forms and D&D: a Dice of Life

Are the Platonic Solids the Fundamental Forms of More than One Reality?

A picture is worth a complete absence of words in a situation like this, so I will keep it brief.

Considering, magic, D&D and Plato figure so prominently in Glass Grimoire: the Mystical Web Serial Saga of Andy Crowley, I could not pass on mentioning this cosmic peculiarity. Namely that the five fundamental forms Plato postulated determine the structure of all constructs in reality are exactly the same five forms that determine the structure of reality in Dungeons & Dragons.


Merely coincidence? Could the fundamental nature of the Platonic solids be interpreted in another way?

Ponder profusely, for you may be responsible for more than you think in that world you are building between the bags of chips and bottles of pop in that vast cosmological forge you think of a merely a musty recroom.

Andy Crowley, Sole Sorcerer of Sanctuary, as well as esteemed Dungeon Master of Corbyville never leaves his native plane of existence without his purple and gold velvet whiskey bag of Platonic solids — that many think of only as dice.

As above, so below indeed!

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Einsteinian Mysticism & Pulp Fantasy Scifi Steampunk Soup

Post-Pigeon-Hole Preposterousness in the Long Past Due Age of 4-Dimensional Thinking

Everyone has a perspective and everyone can write, draw, paint, dance or otherwise convey it. I am just one among billions.

Any who follow this blog know that I often go on about how the Internet age should have long ago ushered in a new renaissance across the entire spectrum of human achievement, but has instead amounted to a collective race to the lowest common denominator.

I’d like to augment that notion with another.

Not only does the Internet empower any one person with the remarkable ability to share their artistic, scientific or philosophical vision with a planetary audience, it also simultaneously empowers them to easily and diversely inform and evolve that vision.

Andy Crowley and the Grace of the Glass Grimoire is grounded in my lifelong interest in metaphysics and 40s – 70s pulp science fantasy. But as I have written it, I have discovered my interests have grown, drifted and evolved, dare I say, like the shifting purple mists of Limbo! Its classic relativity: the absence of a fixed point.

As I write more, I read more, as I read more, I discover that, with the entire repository of human knowledge and thought at my fingertips, I can go wherever I want to — and I can bring technical legitimacy to whichever new path my characters/plots/ thoughts haphazardly careen onto!

And so the question becomes, why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t we all? Structure, tradition, formula, expectations from the marketing department, and the corporate media critics be damned!

Isn’t the time for us to embrace the theatre of the absurd way past due? I mean think about it. Where has the hyper-categorization of reality — not to mention art, science, and thought in general gotten us? Indeed, I would argue such conceptual bottlenecking has always served to function as little more than a means for distributing power in society in a way that is favourable to a traditional, entrenched aristocracy with a vested interest in bottlenecking everything from natural resources to notions about what freedom actually is.

Sure, you say — it got us this Internet! To which I say, fair enough, but that’s beside the point. Let’s put it to work doing what it can do for US!

This article from — of all places — CNN references how Einstein’s theory of General Relativity should have altered our entire way of perceiving reality, but hasn’t.

There was a moment after Einstein when Jazz, comic books and Picasso hinted at where we might go in terms of blowing up our tendency to delineate our perception and conveyance of things; but it was not to last.  And where it did take hold, it was (I would say, strategically) trivialized. It is no coincidence to me that works of art mainstream sentiment considers childish or silly are in fact the works that come closest to conveying Einsteinian, Buddhist, or mystical perspectives.

Now, imagine for a moment…

… billions of people accessing everything humanity has ever known to inform everything they are thinking and creating — and can share with everyone else.

Now Imagine the billions of people doing this while obliterating the arbitrarily delineated notions that have shackled them. Imagine that rather than thinking in absolute, categorized terms as they have been systemically socialized, enculturated and socialized to do, they are thinking relativistically — mystically!

We have never been more powerful. We just have to move beyond the colouring-book-and-crayon conceits every system in our culture foists upon us.

Go here and you will grasp what I am getting at with the incredible sorcerous power embodied in the Glass Grimoire you are reading this on now.

Odds are there is someone out there who wants to produce a Shakespearean moral examination of the Canadian seal hunt set in the Wild West and conveyed through Irish Dance. And why shouldn’t they get to scratch that itch? There is just as likely a couple of people at least who want to see that exact thing! Why shouldn’t they get to? How much more interesting and inspiring could the world be?

Forget ruts. Get nuts.

It’s long overdue.

Rock, Roll, Rule.

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Mysticism as Chaos Magick & Anarchy as Grace — Who are They that Draw the Lines?

Transcending the arbitrary lines imposed upon reality has always been cast as evil — for it undermines those who draw the lines.


Mysticism is a major theme in Glass Grimoire: the Mystical Web Serial Saga of Andy Crowley. So it follows that I should offer some sort of definition.

Whether it is pursued through a number of philosophical or religious means, such as Buddhism, Taoism, Shamanism, Hinduism, and variations of the Abrahamic religions; or through secular means, such as yoga, mindfulness, or other, various forms of meditation, the goal is the same — transcendence beyond perception of existence as a jigsaw puzzle, mechanical construct of pieces, blocks or gears that have been arbitrarily imposed upon a reality that is inherently whole, singular and undivided. Endemic to this notion of a singular, organic, dynamic reality is the idea that even the conception of self as in me or is an abstract construct and that dissolution of this construct — if even temporarily — offers glimpses of what some call the divine, and others call unity.

The conception of mysticism, as I define it here, exists counter to the Western philosophical notion of reductionism: an approach to understanding the nature of complex things by reducing them to the interactions of their parts, or to simpler or more fundamental things. In this case the complex thing to be understood is all of reality.

So as the mystic sees it, all the simpler, more fundamental things (numbers, letters, countries, racial, ethnic and gender classifications, religions, political parties, colours, self, and so on…) used to understand the complex thing (reality) are merely arbitrary conceptual constructs, devoid of any truth or legitimacy in and of themselves.

Further to this point, I must add as a political scientist, that the constructed delineations that manifest and evolve in the reductionist version of reality as we tend to know it (versus the true unmolested reality the mystic seeks to reconnect with) are maintained in a divide and conquer strategy that have long served the upper echelons of society in their management of the masses. The delineations of race, nation, religion, and good and evil in particular have served the aristocratic few well in their perpetual efforts to limit, control and manage the whims and aspirations of the many.

And so I come around to the point of this post.

While I argue it is initially the purpose of every religion to move humanity toward the communion of humanity and reality in the mystical manner described above, this does not necessarily serve the interests of a ruling class, and so, inevitably, one person’s kind, generous and wise mystic, monk, or priest becomes another person’s diabolical, selfish, and cruel witch, sorcerer or practitioner of chaos magick — and vice versa, depending on where one draws and/or regards those lines!

See how this works?

For the false lines we draw in reality — or worse, the false lines that are drawn for us — are like bars in a prison, or the fences in a coral, limiting us and guiding us along systems of belief that beckon us to support an agenda that is more often than not counter to our own interests.

This election season illuminates this point beautifully. But there is not enough time here to go there!

To my point. I have conceived of Glass Grimoire: the Mystical Web Serial Saga of Andy Crowley, as a philosophical blurring of the lines wrapped in pulp, four-colour comic book paper. Ultimately it is an illumination of mysticism. And while I call Andy a sorcerer and invoke pseudo-scientific quantum realm allusions for fun, he is — as I see it — a mystic.

But when I came across a blog entry on Chaos Magick on Twitter. Namely, this one:

What is Chaos Magick | Spiral Nature

I couldn’t help but enjoy how it reinforces the importance of understanding mysticism (which incidentally, also embodies the cessation of judgement and prejudice).

I call Andy a mystic. This article suggests he is a practitioner of Chaos Magick. But in the end, what does it matter — other than as a means by which, a powerful elite would like something to be considered unsavoury?

To illustrate in terms of social engineering through reductionism…

Monk or priest seeking communion with the divine: cool.
Chaos magician or sorcerer seeking communion with the divine: not cool.

Enlightenment as the result of delineation of reality: cool
Anarchy as the result of delineation of reality: not cool.

Semantics. Cages.

Are you catching my drift? Without going too far into it, I hope you will also start to see why music in general, and rock and roll in particular, are also important aspects of Andy’s mysticism.

We’re about breaking down walls here. Walls that have been built to contain, limit, and obfuscate a grander, deeper, reality where there are no barriers between inner and outer realms — and by extension, no barriers between each other.

An excerpt that explores Andy’s particular style of mysticism/sorcery/chaos magick/witchcraft/probability manipulation/communion/bla-bla/meditation/prayer…and so on, follows.

Please discuss, share and explore.

He settled into the full lotus position with a hand on each knee. His fingers were contorted into neuro-trigger formations adopted by medieval ninja from primeval Japanese animism. As he breached the inner barrier to the null-point, standard gravitation collapsed around his body. It was the telltale sign he had accessed the probability vortices where he could re-define reality itself.

His long hair drifted up into a halo about his head and he levitated upward from the centre of the magic circle on the floor. From the European Renaissance era Clavicula Solomonis, it was drawn on his bedroom floor with a mixture made from a drop of his blood, a powder of pure silver, and purple food colouring.

The design of the protective circle was modified slightly to include a personalized rendering of an Atlantean merkaba (two three-sided pyramids intersecting to form a sort of three-dimensional hexagram) in the centre.

Andy was the realization of the collective possibility of all the schools of magic and religious beliefs from all the cultures of his world. There was no adherence to any one ceremonial form. He understood the truth of sorcery. It wasn’t about following rules set out in any one set of ritual practices; it was about an informed pragmatism that empowered a sorcerer to incite specific neurological phenomenon that tore down barriers to the inner mind where the will could interact with probability fields and affect changes in the causal/spacial/temporal mobius loop of inner and outer consciousness that connected imagination and manifestation.

As he inhaled the ego-disintegrating chemical properties from Himalayan incense burning in the cauldron on the edge of the magic circle, his eyes were rolled up and in to submit their function to his pineal gland: the third eye. The resultant white, pupil-less stare was known as the wizard’s gaze. And while he willed his ears to shut out even the slightest distraction, his mouth muttered the incantation.

Andy innately grasped the secret at the heart of magical practice: a commitment to believing in nothing, is necessarily – and paradoxically – also a commitment to believing in everything. All designations, categorizations, and delineations conceived by mind are in truth entirely arbitrary contrivances with no intrinsic meaning or function. Reality – when all the imagined conceptualizations and labels are stripped away – especially, the contrivance of a distinct self – is revealed to be a single, shifting, unified whole. Here in the deepest inner sanctums of the mind (or was it the most distant reaches of space?) was the raw stuff of unmolested reality. And here, amongst the shapeless sensation of the shifting probability vortices, the sorcerer could make and unmake reality like a potter with so much clay.

It was this understanding that was at the root of the ability to practice true magic.

The elaborate incantations, finger contortions and circles and mandalas weren’t the means by which the sorcerer altered probability. Rather, these were merely sensory stimuli, which in various combinations had been tested and proven through history to incite the generation and interaction of specific electrical patterns of impulses in the nervous system and vibrations in the aetheric field surrounding the body. These phenomenon and their associated quantum field variations opened access by the consciousness to the deepest inner mind where the conceived world and the perceived world became one and the same: where probability could be altered by the dictates of one’s will.

As above. So below.

Around Andy’s contorted fingers other intricate magic circles appeared and rotated about his hands. They shifted and shook in and out of human perceptual range. When they could be seen most clearly, they looked as though they had been drawn with a scalpel – like slices cut into reality itself to let the shifting scarlet red and indigo shine through. From Andy’s mouth a green glow, which had penetrated and coated his inner organs, crept out to quickly envelop the outside of his entire body. This glowing field of energy was the colour of lime that had not yet ripened. Known commonly as brainmail, this relative intensification of the endemic aetheric energy around the body was the standard armour of the sorcerer. It was also a life support system in alien realms, enabling one to withstand a wide range of temperatures, atmospheric pressures and toxic envrionments.

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Good Vibrations… and Otherwise.

Concerning The Planes of Existence (Excerpt from Chapter 6)


Variation in the vibrational characteristics of the subatomic strata of a given realm (known collectively as its waveform) is the reason beings on one plane of existence do not perceive beings or environments on another plane even though they may occupy the same region of spacetime.

Through acts of sorcery or by technological means it is possible for beings to alter their waveform and attune it to the definitive waveform of another plane of existence. By doing this they can achieve an array of results such as sending and receiving thoughts between planes; seeing, hearing and feeling things on other planes; and transferring the entirety of their physical being from one plane to another.

It is important to note that extra-planar travel, or transfer in any degree of phase variation from one plane to another, is made possible by way of conscious or technological alteration of the waveform of the physical body, and that this should not be confused with the practice of extra-planar projection.

Extra-planar projection is the phenomenon by which a being sends a duplicate of the envelope that is mind containing a body constructed from a portion of its aetheric energy to one of the proximal planes (most commonly the astral or dream realms). While the waveform of the projected aetheric body is attuned to the waveform of the destination realm, the physical body proper and the majority of that body’s aetheric energy remain (in an unconscious or meditative state) on the plane the being has projected its consciousness from.

As a rule, extra-planar travel is not possible within the realm of Sanctuary because it requires access of the consciousness to the null-point where probability can be manipulated. This being said, there is one exception. The Martian gatestreams, which were products of the lost Martian alchemy, do function within the sphere of Sanctuary.

Planar projection on the other hand is a common occurrence on Sanctuary. All humans project their consciousnesses to the dream realm during the sleeping state and many humans are capable of projecting to the astral plane when in a meditative state.

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Yes. I am a Mystic in the Early Days of the New Age of Mysticism.

Glass Grimoire is an online fantasy novel that is also Mysticism 101.

I would like to take this opportunity to clarify that, while I have had no sorcerous or magical training of any kind, I have been an aspiring mystic my entire life.

I would argue that, being well read, and in some cases formally educated, in Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Gnosticism, Occultism, and Hermeticism, I know more about metaphysical affairs than most. Though not an expert to be sure, I can confidently say I’m no slouch either. But it doesn’t really matter either way because, while I know a lot about them, I don’t believe in any of the systems of belief listed above at all — at least not as anything other than stepping stones to mystical awareness.


I became interested in religion and philosophy mostly because of my interest in what I will call an inner reality constructed mostly from comic books, Dungeons & Dragons and Star Wars. I’ve always been fascinated by religion, but I’ve never been religious. Indeed, I’ve always been perplexed by such willingness to double down on just one of so many paths to the divine. It seemed much too risky to me. Call me a coward — fair enough. And to get on the record straight out of the gate, I consider atheism to be a religion. For how is a professed certainty that there is NO GOD any less perplexing (not to mention zealous) than a professed certainty that there is one? I am satisfied to say I don’t know if there is, or isn’t, a God, which technically makes me agnostic I guess; but as a mystic, I’m not even sure I believe in agnosticism either.

Growing up I wondered about the possibility I was born incapable of believing in things. I also wondered if that would have been thought of as a curse or a blessing? Being a left-handed, freckle-faced, red-head in the seventies, I had stopped believing in blessings early on and had gone all-in with the curse angle. This fostered a lifetime of wondering if something was wrong with me.

In life, I thrashed and flailed through a number of careers. I worked as a soldier, a political scientist, a journalist, a social worker, a copywriter, a teacher, and a creative director — always searching, thinking, contemplating and looking for a place to fit in: trying to find a way to some sort spiritual comfort through the contentment I thought came with belonging. There were times when I longed to believe in something. I just couldn’t. Then suffering came.

Recently, I went through something of a rough five-year span during which I lost both parents. This is not suffering per se. It is nothing comparable to what others go through and is frankly a natural development in the span of any given life. But relative to my experience, it was harsh.

During this rough patch, as I came face-to-face with a lot of the BIG questions in life, I concluded that I really was a full-on philosopher at heart. More important than that, I realized that a philosopher, impassioned by the blurry lined fantasy mindset of the gee-whiz, four-coloured, pulp realm of comic book, RPG and sci-fi/fantasy lore was predisposed and empowered to blur the lines in life just as easily as in imagination. But most of all I finally realized that being a philosopher was okay: that it wasn’t useless or pointless.

I accepted that mysticism: acknowledgement of something unifying in existence that transcends the predominately social construction of self — or even the traditional notion of God (or gods) was okay to believe in.

This personal revelation didn’t mean I thought I was a holy man, or a wizard, or a sorcerer or a seer. I thought of myself as a mystic: someone who didn’t believe in the lines humanity imposes upon the reality it occupies. And I don’t say it boastfully. It is my belief that we are all mystics. Or at least that we could be, if we try (or is it stop-trying?) hard enough.

I have undertaken daily mindfulness meditation, faithfully for years — and now believe it to be more important to personal wellbeing than physical exercise, though I do that too; again, just to be safe, because you can never be too sure.

To me, the gist of mysticism, which I have come to understand mostly through meditation and Buddhist thought, is that reality as any one individual perceives and knows it, is a fabrication of imposed and arbitrary definitions and delineations. This false, delineated sliced and diced reality is constructed purely to serve the individual’s need for approval and validation from family, peers and society in general. In essence, people take on the false constructs of others (religions, countries, political affiliations, fashion brand loyalties) because their need to belong overpowers there need to be free — or awake.

Sleepwalking with the crowd has trumped the alienation that comes with being awake. It doesn’t have to be that way anymore. THAT is why I write about mysticism!

A line on a map is not real. letters, words, numbers. races, beauty, ugliness… not real!

As a mystic, but also as a retired soldier, I really don’t care about the line on a map that someone tells me separates my country from someone else’s country. It’s an entirely made up thing. If I’m being really honest, I have to tell you I actually feel uncomfortable standing up for the national anthem in the same way I once felt uncomfortable saying the Lord’s Prayer in school. I do it, just to be nice. But on some deeper level, I am embarrassed to be heeding a completely nonsensical conceptual construct as though it were an unquestionable and absolute truth!

Likewise, the fact that I came into the world in a hospital where a certain coloured rectangle of cloth flapped in the wind on a pole overhead does not elicit pride in myself or anything else. I do not perceive it as something that elevates my worth or diminishes someone else’s in any way whatsoever. Why would it? My superiority because of my imagined association with a completely arbitrary, forcefully imposed and socially enforced construct like nation or country is not something I believe, so much as it is something I am told I have to believe or should believe (or else!). It is a falsehood sold to be me as an absolute truth because that deception, that affront to true reality suits someone else’s agenda.

I also don’t believe there is a God. I don’t believe there isn’t one either. But I DO empty my head on a daily basis with hopes that I will stop being burdened by all the cultural delineation on the subject I’ve been over-exposed to in either direction. Same goes for all the nonsense of lines, categories, names, words, numbers, measurements, symbols, religions, economies, political systems, institutions, classifications, ethnicities, distinct sexual orientations and other made-up things we have come to confuse with a truly organic, dynamic reality that doesn’t require them at all to be truly understood.

To me this is what mysticism is. And I do (or at least try to do) what a mystic is supposed to do… most of the time.

For me this is the mystic’s credo.

1) What the Hell do I know!? and really, what the Hell could I know?!

2) Let go.

3) The “I” part goes away.

I like to think we are living in a time when we might all come around to the realization that the lines we draw in reality – and therefore between each other – are just nonsense constructed by people who would keep us down, keep us ignorant, keep us obedient – and therefore to quote another mystic – [keep us] “working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need”

So to be clear, I am a religiously informed, inherently philosophical explorer who was impassioned about metaphysical affairs by sci-fi, comics and RPGs. I guess, I don’t believe in anything, which as Andy will tell you – is paradoxically exactly the same thing as believing in everything.

The above picture in this blog is from a trip I took to Nepal because the sorcerer Doctor Strange did it in the comics. I didn’t really believe I would learn anything super-duper there – but I wasn’t sure I was right about that so I had to go just in case.

Isn’t this the kind of wonderous ignorance that makes life worth living?

In the beginning I was almost certain not many people would want to read my book about mysticism wrapped in a pulp fantasy about an 80s metal-head sorcerer and a Banjo-playing Lord of Limbo traversing a magical multiverse populated by mythological and religious figures, but I couldn’t be completely sure of that so…

We don’t know where the signs, messages, or inspirations that will make us into myths will come from – but it’s important that we not believe in ourselves too much – or too little – to ignore them.

In my view (as a mystic) the important thing to believe is this: let go, chill out, and trust the awareness in you underneath the part of you that makes the mistakes of 1) believing in the lines others have drawn for you to believe in, and 2) drawing new lines of your own.

Shut down your thinking mind once in a while. And try to find the part of you that moves the air in and out of your lungs or fixes your finger when you cut it. Hint: I don’t know what it is — but it isn’t what you tend to think of as you or what I tend to think of as me.

The purpose of my book, which admittedly has lines in it, is to maybe show the way by colouring outside them.

Together then! May we find the bliss of the nowhere that is everywhere.

Hell, Hades and Helheim! Anything’s gotta be better than what we’re doin’ now!


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A Pulp Ontological Adventure for a New Age of Mysticism

In 1986 Andy Crowley is as much metalhead and Dungeon Master as he is sorcerer. Humble beginnings for one who – in thirty years – will rule all reality.

From Corbyville to Heliopolitan Mars, through the United Hells to Limbo, join Andy Crowley, sole sorcerer of Sanctuary; Kipling Kilroy, swashbuckling freebooter of Stygian Olympus; the banshee, Jasco, renegade reaper of the realm of Fey; and The Banjoman of Limbo as they race for the most feared relic in all reality – The Glass Grimoire.

But of course, it’s all easier said than done.

In the robot body built for him by Nikola Tesla using stolen Atlantean schematics, Aleister Crowley (no relation), now called the Tin Prince, wants The Grimoire as well; and though feared and admired throughout the multiverse for his superiority with both sword and spell, he has problems of his own. For how much simpler would immortality be if he didn’t have to share his perfect new body with the nagging soul of Mark Twain, be hunted mercilessly by the ghost of Harry Houdini, or rely on the almost limitless supply of spell-fueling souls available to that dandified do-gooder – Lucifer?

Beyond Earth, across the event horizon of Sanctuary Rim, and into the wider, wilder cosmos, where probability is but a plaything of sorcerers, there is a saying…

“…Somewhere in the multiverse, everything is a true story.”


Spacetime: Whern do we go from herno?

An Introduction to Spatial-Temporal Cartography for Three-Dimensional Beings


Think of spacetime as a block of ice or a block of wood. Time, just like length, width or depth, is simply the fourth of an unknown number of fixed dimension as perceived from our vantage point as three-dimensional beings.

Time does not flow or move, it is only perceived to be doing so by the consciousnesses of beings that exist within the three dimensions those beings process as space: the cumulative dimensions preceding the one dimension they perceive as time.

In like manner, the consciousness of a two-dimensional entity perceives existence in space comprised of length and width, but will perceive movement through a third dimension (which to us would be depth) as time. 

Likewise, and incomprehensible to us as entities living in space comprised of three dimensions, the consciousness of a four-dimensional being perceives itself as moving from the present to the future along the vector of the fifth dimension. For this fourth-dimensional entity, time is the fifth dimension. And so on, hypothetically to infinity.

It is important for us to understand that our conception of ourselves as beings existing in three-dimensional space existing along a fourth dimensional vector is an illusion and purely a necessary construction of consciousness. Indeed, space and time are not separate things.

To begin to understand the concept of spacetime — a unified notion of space and time – as opposed to the notion that we are beings in space flowing, passing or moving through time (erroneously conceived of as something distinct from all other dimensions), let us return to the notion of spacetime as a solid block of ice or wood. It is simple enough to imagine a three dimensional block. To begin to understand the notion of spacetime we simply extrapolate an additional axis.

The point of this illustration is to convey that there is in fact no movement through time — except as a sensation of the fourth axis in the consciousness of three-dimensional beings. From an external perspective, say to an observer drinking tea in a cafe in the fourth, fifth, sixth or seventh dimension, what we perceive to be the passage of time, is simply another spatial axis: just another edge on a four-, five-, six- or seven-dimensional block of ice.

The solid block illustration is helpful in that it empowers us to conceive of dimensions in spacetime as fixed — even though from our perspective, the fourth dimension/axis/vector/edge is more elusive and intangible than than the first three. Time, from our perspective is only ascertainable as a dimension by consciousness, whereas length, width and depth (the first three dimensions) are dimensions ascertainable by the senses.

In truth — and as observed by beings in higher dimensions — time is just as fixed as say the edge of a table (or a block of ice!) in three dimensional space.

What this means is that, generally speaking, we must do away with the notion of time travel. Simply put, three-dimensional beings can only consciously travel in the spatial dimensions (those that can be processed by the senses and manipulated by what we are capable of observing as energy and matter). The vector we conceive of as time cannot be altered or traversed because, though an event in time is a fixed dimensional coordinate no different a location on a map or a globe, we cannot perceive it in sensory terms or manipulate it in physical terms. It eludes active perception and intention, and rather manifests as a construction of consciousness whereby we feel movement along a line in one direction. On this point it is important to note that not all beings are completely bound by the perception of the arrow of time: that almost universal sensation among beings of remembering the past while constantly moving from present to future.

While the consciousnesses of most beings are only capable of processing the dimension of time as memory, present sensation of three dimensions, and an unknowable future along the arrow of time (which again, is purely a function of consciousness), some beings, such as the Olympian Fates, the Asgardian Norns, and the nameless Lord of Limbo, known as The Banjoman, can sense events (which again, are really just coordinates in our hypothetical solid block) in spacetime, in the same way a typical being can see a tree through the fog on the horizon, or look at a faraway place on a map.

The point to be made is this: as a general rule, time is as fixed and immutable as any other dimension.

From the perspective of a three-dimensional being, next Monday is there right now, exactly the way it is. We will arrive at the event that is next Monday along the path of the fourth (to us) dimensional vector called time. This occurs in a manner very similar to the same way we arrive at the pub down the street along the path of the fist-dimensional vector called length. But there is one very important difference.

Because our consciousness does not conceive of time as spacial — this is to say — because time eludes our general sensory awareness of the physical world, which is comprised of the first three dimensions — we cannot sense, manipulate or traverse it in the same way we manage the other three dimensions we engage with our physical senses.

But as is usually the case, there is a caveat. The immutability of time as a fixed dimension in what we regard as spacetime is only generally true. There are known structural instabilities within our metaphorical block of ice or wood. Think of these as cavities, air bubbles of holes chewed by insects.

Only two anomalies of this nature have been documented by spatial-temporal cartographers, and the sparse, changeable and evasive details around them are known only to a very few of the most powerful and influential beings in reality.

The first documented spatial-temporal anomaly regards the rise and fall of the Olympian titan Kronos. The second documents events surrounding the ascent and eventual vanquishment of the organic-synthetic symbiotic entity known as Ancaster (Andy) Crowley, who is also called the Abraxas.

Amongst the few that are aware of these aberrations in the otherwise homogenous structure of spacetime, it is considered significant that they are replete with unimaginable surges in unstable probability as manifested from remarkably powerful and focused demonstrations of sorcerous power.

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The Limbo Key

Excerpt From Chapter 

Take in the roaring wind of Limbo
That it may fan the mystic flame
That incinerates all you have been led to believe you believe
Then exhale the ashes
And do it again
And again

‘Til you still e’en a breeze to that wind
’Til you snuff out e’en a spark to that flame
‘Til no distinction remains
Between I and all
Nor all and I

‘Til there is nought but awareness
Where once there was only the delusion of self

Only then will you truly be one
That goes wherever one wilt

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The Glass Grimoire According to Plato

I struggled with whether or not to share the allegory of Plato’s cave up front or to let it unfold over time. But the way I see it, revealing the story in this serialized online format opens up an opportunity for engagement and discussion.

Without being too detailed about the parallels between Andy’s journey (and the reader’s) and the prisoner’s journey in Plato’s story, I feel that sharing a concise video articulating Plato’s allegory will enhance the experience of the story being told here.

By now it should be obvious that Andy’s experience is a mystical study about the fundamental questions of reality. In particular, it is a criticism of Western society’s enslavement to broader conceptual constructs such as religions, political parties, races, and countries, but also with more refined, localized fabrications and impositions on reality we have all but ceased to question:  conceptualizations like money, the distinct self, mathematics, language, and even life and death.

Rock and roll was at its roots a challenge to the status quo and a thumbing of the nose to blind adherence to convention. This book, just like Plato’s cave is an attempt to roll a rock out of the way, offering the prospect of walking out into the light and staying there.

This is only the first time you will run into Plato on our epic journey through the multiverse. He pops up again as the only human to have ever visited Atlantis (which he wrote about in detail in his work the Timaeus). I say this because I feel it it’s important to illuminate the fact that he wasn’t some stodgy stuffed shirt.

He rocked as hard as any who’ve come since.

I hope the understanding of Plato’s allegory of the cave sticks with you as we move out from the confines of our limited Earther perspective on Sanctuary. And I hope it intensifies your enjoyment of the story.

By all means, share and discuss this allegory and the story of Andy; because what becomes clearer and clearer on every step of the mystic’s journey, is the truth that, in the end, the only light that shines upon the reality we all come to know…

… is the light that shines from our interactions with each other!

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Martian Dreamship on the Sea of Tears

I saw the 70s art of Rodney Matthew’s on Twitter. This definitely captures the vibe of the book. It even suggests what the view of regular spacetime might be like looking out from a Martian dreamship on the interdimensional Sea of Tears.

Here’s a little excerpt from Chapter 3 to set it up.

Dig in and dig it!

“Then, with a flash of white light the gatestream ignited fully, burning open a hole in spacetime. It continued to burn until the large ship had passed through. And not just any ship: a Martian dreamship, forged from the focused thoughts of the imagineers in the ancient realization engines now lost forever.

The dreamship, a Ramses Dynasty galleon, having traversed the dimensional threshold from the Sea of Tears to regular spacetime, glided toward the Pharaoh and his guards at an altitude that set her on a perfect vertical line with the height of the landing surface of the pyramid.”

Martian Dreamship

Art by Rodney Matthews