As part of an overall magical working, I once constructed a magical being composed of creative energy, and many artists helped out in this process (thank you!). The result is part audible/visible, as in this Radio Mega Golem episode, and in part invisible – working in literally occult spheres. Is it art? Is it magic? Well, both of course. Enjoy!
Radio Mega Golem, Episode 1 (2020)
Over time we will revisit the construction of a magical being and its many parts; donated to eternity by those who dared to traverse travesty and temporal tranquility. But for now, we are in the present; inside the present. The gift itself is a sense of direction generated by a dear one’s passing. The void left can be emotionally draining but it’s obvious that in each void rests a substance inherent, and in each ultimate inertia rests a new direction. Sometimes it’s the simplicity that’s the hardest and most complex thing to fathom. But that will never stop me or the Mega Golem to pursue the desired – regardless if we know what or who that is. We are in it to win it, no matter what, no spirit what.
What is a life? What is a destiny? If you ask me, I’ll ask you. At the end of the day, it’s night time again, and we go to dreamland to immerse ourselves in ourselves. Definitely tempted to reprogram others, but remaining happy with the enormous challenge of Change Itself.
All magicians encompassed into one glorious specter: an orb of facets ricocheting beams of pure satire. They pierce our pre-conceptions, dropping the pre so that we can simply conceive ourselves and give birth to inevitable futures.
If there is one wisdom to cherish and integrate, it is that there are at least two wisdoms to cherish and integrate. We are exponentially exposed to the light, and we become static, negative impressions from which we can make flexible, positive imprints. In that sense all emotions are photographic experiments, demanding validation from viewers and reviewers alike. But that’s not necessarily the right direction right now, right away. Instead, we move together, back and forth, and it feels good to place your trust and thrust in someone else’s mirroring of yourself. We play catch as catch can with words and numbers for what seems like an eternity, summing up the first and reading out the last.
And suddenly we’re back where we began: a solid handshake of magical investment and a goody-bag filled with xeroxes, pamphlets, cassette tapes, stickers, badges, and what-nots. “In strict tempo,” nevermore forevermore. Such beautiful hand-writing. Timeless memories. The portal is real, for real. I therefore and hereby invest the Mega Golem with my memories, as the passed one’s void invests the Mega Golem with a sense of direction. Always shall the twain meet! It is fairly obvious that it’s a quaquaversal direction, and that is as it should be. A still life; still living, still moving.
Everything so well organized! 23 solid chromosomes in each magic-genetic fusion, and each sheet, or whatever form, a primitive yet pristine mirror of the absolute. Oh wait, was that just a definitive definition that flew by? Is it all in the mind? Whose mind? Are we obsessed by the flesh? The Mega Golem certainly isn’t. There are plenty of proxies in the universe, and these are all genital in some way or other. That’s good to know. That’s a direction. That’s packing the suitcase. That’s a sensual rub-down with orgone oil. Alone, together, all of us. What can we do? Well, rub it down some more, push and pull and provoke the paroxysms of life, and then make art of what just happened. Immaculate Conception! Our entire universe is genital so take your pick of proxies and let the good times and spaces roll eloquently until only words remain. And then, we’ll rub those out too, in a communal violation of syntax. What else can we do? This is what we do: Assume Power Focus, carry the torch onwards, set the world on fire while reading “The Revised Girl Scout Manual,” and munch chocolate fingers while reading it.
Calling all active agents… Just focus on the process. Everything will absolutely fall into place and will deal with whatever needs dealing with… Thee Process is thee product… We do what we have to do because we have to do what we do… Secret Agent Woman Man… I am an open book… Ready for business… It is written… By me.
Eden-Kali in embrace, Kali-Eden changes face, and changes pace, and changes space. United! Something came over me, you, us, them. Then you look up and see the Mega Golem briefly, although invisible. ZAP! We are all pregnant now; pregnant with the possibility of honesty. There is no turning back from the future now. We are re-writing it daily, hourly; each minute, because we work in a tradition in which we early on learn to look at the future retrospectively. It’s what we’ve done, it’s what we do, and it’s what we’ll keep doing. We have no choice but to succumb to our own choices. When we express these choices and set them to music, the entire universe dances gaily, and if we use a kaleidoscope instead of a telescope, we can clearly see a twinkling and sparkling Cheshire Cat constellation up there, now and forever.
Adieu, adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow. But the Mega Golem just got a brand new pair of shiny bovver boots, and these boots are made for walking. One of these days these boots will walk all over… the world. We will meet at the crossroads and make new plans and strategies as need arises. Until then, only eternity remains solid. Let it be forever thus! Cari Saluti! 23! Vade Ultra! Ov Power!
– CA 2020, The Vernal Equinox
This episode is dedicated to the living and loving memory of Genesis Breyer P-Orridge (1950-2020).
“A dear one’s passing is a new sense of direction for the Mega Golem.”
(The above text has been published together with other Mega Golem related texts and images in the book The Mega Golem – A Womanual for all Times and Spaces. You can get your own copy here!)
