It's time we did something to assert ourselves. After all, we do comprise 10% of the population.

The first person who really showed me the ugly spirit was Brion Gysin. "The ugly spirit shot Joan because . . ." and I never found out why. This Brion wrote out on a piece of paper in a sort of trance state.

Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise.

You are what you think about all day.

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

All these books are published in Heaven.

Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]