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[Glenn Scheper]

These are all three great points, I can't excise them from my reply....
It's such intrinsic sense of correspondance that attracted me to GR from
just one line I had read on the internet. (I forgot which one line.)
But as a recovered schizophrenic, a loose-associator, and autofellator
who spends a lot of time meditating on sexual conjunctions, these are
the norm, of the essence of my type of person. (I likes/is-like Pynchon.)

Here are a few anecdotes similar to your three points:



> Well yes,
> "his arms and his legs it seems woven among vessels and ducts" (469)
> and
> "His bared limbs in their metal bondage writhe among the fuel, oxidizer, live-steam lines" etc. (751).

> A-and during that orgasm Slothrop has the plastic knight in his pocket "--a-and wait'll Slothrop
> finds out what kind of plastic, boy!" (436). Maybe this is when he finds out.

> János

At my first AF and acute psychosis, I thought I was an atomic bomb,
my heart its ticking timer about to explode the entire universe.

Regarding another self/thing conjunction, on the morning of 9-11-2001,
I was up early, and four faces flashed before me, each with a horn/fuselage
out of his crown; These were the four predominant traitors joined to planes,
the same as Dante forsaw of the "chariot triumphal": Purgatorio, Canto 32: 

'Transfigured thus the holy edifice 
  Thrust forward heads upon the parts of it, 
  Three on the pole and one at either corner. 

'The first were horned like oxen; but the four 
  Had but a single horn upon the forehead; 
  A monster such had never yet been seen!'
  -- file://InternalText/Help/YomTeruah

And of course I am entangled in the form of an automobile engine, having fellated
myself through a cylinder of a small engine I was rebuilding; and that engine is
describe perfectly throughout all of Ezekiel Chapter one. (See my web page Ez.1)
The piston/cylinder are so sexual, both crankshaft and camshaft are serpent-like.





> Another Slothrop-Gottfried connection:  p.469-470, where Slothrop finds himself inside his own cock: 
> "He is enclosed.  Everything is about to come, come incredibly, and he's helpless here in this
> exploding enterprise... red flesh echoing... an extraordinary sense of waiting to rise..."

> This could easily be a description of Gottfried in the rocket.  It happens when Slothrop's having
> sex with Bianca, and there's a tie-in between the three as abused children, and all children
> whose futures are compromised by The Bomb.

> Laura


Often I find myself alternating in oral or genital conjuction to an imagined pussy.

About 1980, I was in corpse pose in a basement apartment, erect, supine, longtime,
and there appeared behind and under me a huge red figure, positioned as if I were
his erection, and I heard a loud male voice bellow out "Allelu..." and I jumped up
in fright, and the voice stopped mid-word. I interpreted the red figure as Satan,
and not-me, and even antipodal to me, cock for mouth and vice versa. But am I he?





>Having just re-read GR for word-by-word (not for the second time) something
>struck me. I don't know if anybody has noticed or written about the
>following.
>
>Close to the geometrical center of the book there is a well-hidden,
>comically-camouflaged passage about the USS Badass missing the hijacked
>U-Boot. The two courses intersect in space but not in time* because* Bodine
>has laced the coffee in the Badass mess with "a massive dose of Oneirine".So
>the psychotropic effect of Jamf's drug turns into physical reality in some
>unexplained way.
>Now both Imipolex G (a polyimide) and Oneirine (an indole) are Jamf's
>inventions, both are aromatic heterocyclic compounds and their monomers are
>rather similar. Even the smell can be the same. The combined presence of
>Imipolex G (responsible for sexual arousal) and Oneirine (responsible for
>the time-modulating, delusion-turned-into-reality effect) could account for
>both Slothrop's map and the closing two subchapters, where, if we stick to
>narrative continuity, the same rocket which was launched with Gottfried
>inside in 1945 returns sometime in the Nixon era. (There is an explicit
>parallel between Slothrop and Gottfried as the latter "knows" the smell of
>Imipolex. "It was in a room when he fell asleep so loing ago, so deep in
>sweet paralyzed childhood," suggesting he was also conditioned in a way by
>Jamf. Slothrop also recognizes the smell. But that might be also the smell
>of Oneirine.)
>This is not an explanation, just a "closing in on", not forgetting that the
>description if the  "Oneirine haunt" can be easily applied to Pynchonic
>fiction itself etc., starting new cycles of interpretation.
>
>János



A fundamental point of my self-learning is that meditation and AF have a
retroactive effect on the universe (or my phenomenal perception of it)
which is why the metanoi/metamorphosis is so unsettling to stumble upon.
I posit semen is soma, the mysterious elixer of all religious tradition.

So, for an example of the retroactive intrusion of a future meditation:
I was being fitted for trousers, and a young lady was bent over at the
hem of my right leg, and I looked down into her bosum, and immediately
my right calf contracted, lifting my heel. This is a realization of the
scripture, "He that eateth bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me";
And of course, I would later ratify that "praying in my closet" with AF.
I imagine female self-suckling is the common complementary reaction.



Let me describe a little further my wonderful weekend...

Over these months of separation, I have accumulated a small cache of
pornography, which of course, is exactly the idolatry of religion.
And I have given them my full attention for many hours. I believe
this fulfills...

As my hand hath found the kingdoms of the idols, and whose graven images did 
excel them of Jerusalem and of Samaria;
 Shall I not, as I have done unto Samaria and her idols, so do to Jerusalem and 
her idols?
  -- file://\i\ch\23_010_Isaiah.txt

But of course "there is no breath in them" as with living interactions.

So I got some "word" to throw them out, and tossed them in the trash bucket,
but saying this is only a token gesture, surely I will take them out again.

But the next day I laced them all up on a shoestring, and hung it around my
neck ("a millstone") to go snorkeling, and I deposited them in the ocean.

2:18 And the idols he shall utterly abolish.
 2:19 And they shall go into the holes of the rocks,
 and into the caves of the earth,
 for fear of the LORD,
 and for the glory of his majesty,
 when he ariseth to shake terribly the earth.
 2:20 In that day a man shall cast his idols of silver,
 and his idols of gold,
 which they made each one for himself to worship,
 to the moles and to the bats;
 2:21 To go into the clefts of the rocks,
 and into the tops of the ragged rocks,
 for fear of the LORD,
 and for the glory of his majesty,
 when he ariseth to shake terribly the earth.
  -- file://C:\i\kn\23_isai.txt

I also got the inspiration to visit my favorite (only) bikini bar on
the way home, and had some powerful, but gruesome, insights: When
the proprietress was dancing, laying on her back, her splayed legs
toward me, I heard "put it in her; taste it". ("it" IS coitus.)

In later meditation, her body was all covered in sores (like Job's)
and I was putting a chainsaw up her vagina: lots'a blood and gore.
Oh, and too many other things with other gals to record them all...


But on a brighter note, even before I knew there was a cruise,
I had seen a young lady I am attracted to, as if she were the
bowspirit of a small boat; Not facing forward, but as if the
prow of the boat were in her vagina. (A symbol many poets use.)

And I had a dream or meditation of a huge serpent's head that
was facing her before her pussy. And on the third, magnificent
dive, I had seen on the bottom a notable boulder, shaped just
like such a serpent's head, and there was a cleft at one end
to make it's nostril, and a black sea urchin to form it's eye,
and I knew that was the event prophecied in the dream/vision.

Just this morning, in a belated response to all these things,
I had much structured conversation with witnesses and guides,
and took her in my fashion; I was rewarded with a new vision,
of she and I jumping off the boat together as I did in a dive,
hugging and kissing. I don't recall if she had any swim gear.

I could go on and on. Just thought I'd throw in some spice.

But to wrap it all in an adage, I think the religious symbols
of judgment may be just a coloration of these same essential
things, personal risk assessment saying "I wouldn't go there".

A tag line I cached for Table Topics, no doubt from P-list:

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
  - Aristotle

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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