Monday, April 25, 2016

VAN STEIN'S COMMENTARY ON DEVIL'S GATE






Sacred Vibuthi

In the early 1990’s I took a trip to India, to visit the Ashram and experience the presence of the Avatar Bhagavan Sri Satya Sai Baba. 

One of the miracles I witnessed is his ability to manifest Vibuthi out of his hands. 

Vibuthi is a sacred ash which I am convinced helps to heal, transcend, and purify the soul.

I’ve since become aware that in the 1990’s Sai Baba’s Vibuthi was analyzed by a team of Russian scientists, and in their findings they could only conclude it appears to be made from a form of plant life, but one that hasn’t been discovered yet on this earth. 

Knowing I was going into a place on the planet that is associated with darker/negative vibrations, I grabbed my one and only bag of Vibuthi, one that I brought back from this journey. 

Climbing into the Canyon alone I set up my painting gear and lit an abalone shell full of sage, right in the space outside the gate. 

I also surrounded myself with burning Nag Champa, (Satya Sai Baba’s) incense, one in each direction of the four corners. 

The last thing I wanted was to be surprised by ANYTHING seen or unseen, while I was painting. 

At the end of my painting process and alone in the dark, I gathered up my painting gear, grabbed  my bag of Vibuthi and approached the entrance to the cave. 

I opened the bag, and scattered the Vibuthi  all over the ground at the base of the portal.


Walking away from the Devil’s gate it the darkness, and through the shrubs of the Arroyo Seco I peered back over my shoulder to view the Rock formation now barely visible. 

This portal has mystified and intrigued many throughout the centuries, terrifying some, empowering others. 



Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A WORD ABOUT EVIL



Drawing:  Rylan Robert Boyle



I have been chasing devils almost my entire adult life.

As a reporter, I infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan, violent anarchists, and neo-Nazis.



I was first to expose the power-brokers that have since sold-out the American people.


As an undercover agent for the FBI, I infiltrated the old guard Russian Intelligence apparatus through CIA traitor Edward Lee Howard and even rused the KGB's grand pooh-bah, Vladimir Kryuchkov.


And also working with the FBI, I rused Ira Einhorn, hastening his extradition from France to face life in prison for murdering his ex-girlfriend.

(Einhorn was the most evil, devilish psycho-babbler I ever met.)


As Intelligence Adviser to Prince Albert II of Monaco, I investigated and exposed some of the worst scoundrels on this planet.


Now I take road trips that I carve into novels.


These trips sometimes but rarely involve evil.

However, I am attempting a dark road trip novel, so Devil's Gate qualified for a visitation.

The devil doesn't scare me, never has, never will.


Monday, April 18, 2016

BELTANE






One of our party almost got sacrificed...





...but he rallied and, with renewed energy, sipped Christ's blood and closed down Old Pasadena.




Sunday, April 17, 2016

GOTCHA!





Deep down the portal to hell lies...


The Devil's Orb



Encompassing numerous demons.

(And they're not thrilled about having their photo snapped.)


Friday, April 15, 2016

DEVIL'S GATE...





...up close and personal.





The two gates are enjoined by a big hairy chain, curled tight and clasped by a humongous padlock, and I’m uncertain whether it’s to stop goodness going in or evil coming out.



THIS AIN'T PARADISE



Photo:  Van Stein



In our travels, Van Stein and I open the floodgates to all who wish to join, a concept we call Dynamics of Inclusion.  

Sometimes others partake.  

But whenever a journey involves the devil, as in a road trip from Georgetown’s Exorcist Steps to Salem, Massachusetts...

ERINGER: SURREAL BOUNCE...: SALEM SPOOKY 2: EXORCIST STEPS

...or to Silicon Valley where we expected to find the devil in the data rather than the detail (it did not disappoint)...

ERINGER: SURREAL BOUNCE...: SALEM SPOOKY 1: THE DEVIL'S HOUR


...potential joiners get scared and peel away, and it’s only us.



DEVIL'S GATE: FIRST GLIMPSE







It is eerie down here.

Very eerie.

Chiseled in rock by nature, a profile of old Beelzebub grimly greets us as we approach this portal to hell.




Thursday, April 14, 2016

STAIRWAY TO HELL






A skeleton stairway that steeply descends to a very rocky creek bed.

At its base, Devil's Gate.  

And, some say, the devil itself...



DEVIL'S GATE DAM



Photo:  Van Stein



Devil’s Gate Dam is in a neighborhood of Pasadena called La Canada, in a canyon called Arroyo Seco, and is accessed by a trail where La Canada Road dead-ends.  

(The devil would soon swipe the sunglasses I'm wearing.)

In the background is NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL), founded on Halloween in 1936 by a group of rocket scientists including Jack Parsons.



Born and bred in Pasadena, Parsons ran the only American branch of Aleister Crowley’s sex-and magick religion, Ordo Templi Orientis, from a house he bought on Orange Grove Avenue and turned into a bohemian rooming house for Order initiates.

Crowley by then (the mid 1940s) was in poor health with catastrophic dental issues and a huge heroin habit, barely scraping by in London on handouts, and willing to trade his occult figurehead status for a monthly stipend from fat cats in Pasadena.  

(Crowley had visited southern California in 1916 but found Hollywood too wicked by his own demonic standards, describing movie stars of the day as “cocaine-crazed sexual lunatics.”)

Parsons’ passion beside the occult was rocket fuel and as a young swashbuckling pioneer of rocketeering helped found JPL in Pasadena and worked closely with it until J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI caught on to his darker interests and got him fired.

Parsons continued to dabble with explosives, and the occult, until he accidentally blew himself up at the age of thirty-seven in 1952, but not before forging a deep friendship with Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard who in time cultivated what Aleister Crowley could only dream about:  a worldwide religion with militant disciples and millions of followers.  

(Hubbard stole Parsons’ girlfriend and conned Parsons out of his life savings before conceiving Dianetics.)


As a kid, Parsons hung out in the canyon called Arroyo Seco (considered haunted by Native Americans indigenous to the region) experimenting with firecrackers and cherry bombs.  

As an adult Parsons conducted rituals here with Hubbard, and when he took Aleister Crowley to Devil’s Gate, the master occultist pronounced it “a portal to hell.”




TOOLS






The only way to face off with the devil is with a flask of Don Julio Anejo in one hand and a cigar in the other (preferably an Arturo Fuente Short Story).


HOT & DARK





Dealing with the devil on its own terms.






ANOTHER CURIOUS MEMENTO OF THE OCCASION






Yes, a bat.

Probably with vampire inclinations.

Smaller than my female Chihuahua, but with similar tendencies.  

(We'll know for certain when dusk turns to night and it awakens...)



Wednesday, April 13, 2016

A CURIOUS MEMENTO OF THE OCCASION






Crafted from American moose antler.

Found at Gold Bug.






OLD TOWN PASADENA



Photo:  Van Stein


Following an entertaining if long-winded song and dance routine by this dandified street gentleman-poet, I ask, "Can you boil it down to a simple message?"

He thinks about it momentarily and responds with one word:  "Dignity."



Pasadena was founded, in the early 1870s, as "The American Colony of Indiana" by a group of wealthy men from Indianapolis who, tired of cold winters and the afflictions of such, went on to develop the West's ritziest resort town.

Eventually the founders desired to establish a post office but the Postmaster General rejected the name "Indiana Colony" so they adopted the Native-American Chippewa word for "Crown of the Valley."


OFF TO WHUP THE DEVIL






Friday, April 1, 2016

MOTIONAL BLUR PUB DATE: 4 OCTOBER 2016







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-- Thomas Sanchez, highly acclaimed author



"Motional Blur appealingly evokes comparison with the 'Gonzo' journalism of Hunter S. Thompson and the travel writing of William Least Heat Moon."

-- Dr. William J. Moloney, educator


"Makes one want to believe in all the good speculations about the world:  God, soul, beauty, kindness, meaning."

-- Peter Benbow, educator