486 pgs.
Genre: Hybrid
MetaPolitical Non-Fiction (in the guise of a) Thought-Bomb Sci-Fi Thriller
Copyright © 2016 by Wyman Wicket
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Introduction
The lamp of reason
does not dictate but serves three characters, who fall in together by
happenstance. Each of the characters has waded into the cesspool of cowardly
parasitism known as the System, comprised of Establishment and
anti-Establishment. A rag-tag alliance unfolds that lays open the secret
strength of the material world and the powers of a bodiless inner world;
subconscious life-forces and supra-conscious spirit-forces illuminate
reciprocal dimensions and set them to work; reality
is a diabolic lie disseminated by (generally well-paid) half-wits, and the
protagonists attack its self-imposed limitations, its exploitation of its own
conscious debility that passes for virtue. Thanatos
is the elixir drunk by Earthlings unaware of their own deadened state. As
bringers of eros (and as Muses for
post-modernist truth-tellers), extraterrestrials are most unwelcome on planet
Earth. The ruling globalist gang of bureaucrats has turned the planet into a
dehumanization project. Celestial, agape
forces are called upon to battle an Illuminati-type agenda. Our protagonists
are the antiheroic heroes whose abnormative tickles are the impetus for
unhinging the planetary chaos of an obsolete and dangerous consciousness;
revolutionary cultural mutants who arm the masses with creative and imaginal thought-bombs.
Sos, the main
sleuth/protagonist, inhabits a worldview with neo-primitivist propensities
laced with inklings of aliens and an abiding sense that “everything fits
together.” He is a supernaturalist and the aliens are symptomatic of that
supernaturalism. Of course, there are some real aliens in play, so his
intuitions are somewhat on the mark.
Next is Ex, a
hyper-naturalist and nihilist that one might construct after reading the book Nihil Unbound. Everything has already
happened and everyone is always already dead. There is merely the endless
churning of matter, and mind is no more than an epiphenomenon, the echo of the
last door closing in an empty amphitheater. But Ex is also something of a
postmodernist, and even a dead man needs to make a living. So he designs
worldviews for the hapless masses. Styling himself as something of a
charismatic sociopath (along the lines of those who manage the present
apocalypse) he cynically crafts worldviews like exotic flowers to adorn the
hair and “heads” of the dead. He assumes all worldviews revolve on a
fundamental denial of the fact that we are all already dead, perky zombies
unable to face our own rank decay. In any case, he comes into contact with Sos,
who needs help tweaking his own worldview and is writing a book on the subject,
and who also wants to connect with others who think “outside the paradox box,” i.e.,
people who might come seeking Ex’s epistemological expertise—and the adventures
begin.
A third sleuth,
Ivan, is a hold-over Russian spy who went rogue after the fall of the USSR. He
is a Marxist at heart, still committed to proletarian revolution, and is also
an anthropological architect who has built up an intricate network of
organizations to serve his spying—an insane asylum, a few cults, a prostitution
ring, an ecstasy dispensary, and a hash den in the LA suburbs. Indeed, both the
Russian Foreign Intelligence Service
and the CIA would like to eliminate him, but they have a scant understanding of
his organizations or his whereabouts. Ivan’s work as a seasoned, master spy, has
also brought him in contact with real aliens. They consider him to be the da Vinci of social constructs among
Earthlings and even occasionally employ him to help them craft various
Illuminati red herrings and so on. Ivan, in turn, consults occasionally with Ex
to get worldview ideas for his constructions. Ivan enjoys a tactical advantage
due to the fact that he has been genetically altered and has a certain capacity
to reshape his appearance.
23 Skiddoo: Way Back Beyond Across the Stars
chronicles one crazy, long, hot summer in the life of Nathaniel Sos—a scruffy,
beach-loving searcher for secret
knowledge—as he rubs up against two worlds: one that hates, misconstrues or
suspects him, and another that loves, guides and supports him. With the impetus
of a special patron, Sos sets out to write The
Cultural Mutant’s Guide to Consensual Reality and Culture Trance. In so
doing he draws on his vast reservoir of prior research and writing. But a
chance encounter puts him squarely in the center of an ultra-secret project and
on the radar of intelligence agencies.
At the behest of Sos’ benefactor, Ex and Ivan
join forces with Sos and they metasticize into social terrorists in a world
gone bland. They are, of course, a provocation to the System—a System that Sos
is forever critiquing. Ex finds Sos’s critiques more palpable and more reliable
than most of his clients’ worldviews; Ivan helps by guiding, in appropriate
directions, Sos’ haphazard and self-choreographed way forward.
This rag-tag
“team” of sleuths, aided by extraterrestrial and celestial advisors, arm Sos
with the requisite knowledge, wisdom and confidence to negotiate his way clear
of difficulties. In the process, our main protagonist is initiated into
esoteric realms he had long intuited but, until now, was unable to confirm, access,
and explore.
This is the story
of a would-be sufi—a stumblebum and bluesman—a lovable sub-genius[1]—whose
reverence for authentic experience, Jimi Hendrix, Love, Truth and Liberty,
drive his dedication to debugging the big
questions.
Through social
critique, 23 Skiddoo riffs on the
oppressive efforts of a parasitical, controlling elite to keep the world’s
mind-controlled citizen-serfs in a perpetual state of “dissociation.”[2] In the
book’s semiotic jumble of deduction, inference, parable, metaphor, and lucid dreamscapes,
one may detect a new consciousness beginning to bud and blossom. This
consciousness is steeped in tradition and adaptive to current circumstances; it
is nothing short of a tapping into that flow of universal “juice”—a spiritual
life force having the capacity to help us recall our true human potential,
transform us, and release humanity from this prison planet, as it reaches way
back beyond across the stars in its originary creative power. And yes, our
scruffy protagonist finally gets a publishing deal and lots more in the
bargain.
ΫψΫ
When it comes to the conspiratorial worldview of history and current events, there are
essentially three types of people:
(1) the
true believer, who has read and researched much, is surprised by very
little, and is sometimes accepting of more than sound reason and limited experience
dictate;
(2) the
absolute skeptic, who has no time for such inane, paranoid ramblings,
believing them to be a diatribe of utter nonsense, and who has no patience to
entertain anything of the sort; and
(3) the
“well-rutted” worker-bee who is too distracted “making a living” and knows
nothing of “hidden truth and forbidden knowledge,” but whose mind is open to
pondering the imponderable taboos associated with any and all enigmas.
Particularly in
the earlier chapters (and here and there throughout the book), our main
protagonist tends to rage on in an
occasionally sophomoric, diatribe style that is fairly typical of many who
research and immerse themselves in
the conspiratorial worldview. Some readers will require more patience than
others to abide his rants. For
example, a true believer might get bored or picayune about some of the
arguments; the absolute skeptic will likely find it to be anathema and quit
reading; and the busy person of established routine who knows nothing of these
matters will probably find it somewhere between curious and dazzling.
The social
critiques herein range from simple common sense to edgy complexity; the
sentiments expressed are representative of the frustrating overwhelm and “tail-chasing” that go on in attempting to unravel
the intricate web of deception that has been woven over and around us. The
challenge is in using the “dissociated self” to analyze, articulate, and come
to grips with the machinations of control systems. Those systems have been and
continue to be the root cause of that dissociation, enabled via the
mind-control of propaganda, with its constant barrage of disinformation. And
so, this heuristic technique of immersion
in the context is helpful to truly apprehend the conundrum of the
researcher—to stand-in the-shoes of such folks who have only a partial or
incomplete knowledge of an immense subject matter because they operate from a
distinctly disadvantaged (viz., dissociated) condition.
[1] Official Website of
The Church of the SubGenius,™ Maintained by The SubGenius™ Foundation, Inc. in
the name of J.R. “Bob” Dobbs–High Epopt & Living Slack Master.
(n.d.). http://www.subgenius.com
[2]
“Dissociation” might be thought of as a disabling condition of a psyche enthralled
by its own deficient consciousness; or in consciousness theorist Jean Gebser’s
terminology, possibilities for transparency
(spiritual diaphaneity) remain in latency,
so that a demonstrable presence of the future cannot fully unfold.
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ABSTRACT
The old expression, “23 skidoo”—to get
out with all due haste—is infused with new contextual life in this, Wyman
Wicket’s debut novel. It’s Fantasy Sci-Fi and the sub-genre is Magical Realism:
metapolitical non-fiction presented in the guise of a red pill, thought bomb
thriller. In it, the protagonist, Nathan Sos (a scruffy, secret knowledge
seeker) gets enmeshed in contending worlds, relying on some unique and very
special helpers to succeed in his quest to transcend negative occult forces and
their deep state servitors.
Nathan has set out to write a book, The Cultural Mutant’s Guide to Consensual
Reality and Culture Trance. In so doing he draws on his vast reservoir of
prior research and writing. But a chance encounter with a dead man puts him
squarely in the center of an ultra-secret project and on the radar of
intelligence agencies. His rag-tag “team” of seasoned sleuths,
extraterrestrials, and one celestial advisor arm him with the requisite
knowledge, wisdom and confidence to negotiate his way clear of difficulties. In
the process he is initiated into fantastical esoteric realms.
This is the story of a lovable
sub-genius, whose reverence for Jimi Hendrix, love, truth, and liberty, drives
his quest to uncover secret knowledge; to debug “the big questions.” As such, 23 Skiddoo rips into the inner reaches
of outer space. Two accommodating ET races orient readers to past and present;
alien hybrid abominations show us, trenchantly, the resilience of the creative
force, viz., survival—way back beyond across the stars. The jury is out on the
planet’s Luciferians; it always has been. And their “System” drones on. But is
there a polar opposite System set up to counter evil, greed, perversion, and
injustice? Nathan thinks so. At least he is determined to find out—as
determined as the System is to contain the new contagion known as “integral
consciousness.”
Through social critique, 23 Skiddoo riffs on the efforts of “the
System” to keep mind-controlled citizen-serfs in a perpetual state of
dissociation. In a semiotic jumble of deduction, inference, parable, metaphor,
and lucid dreamscapes, one detects a new consciousness taking hold; adaptive
yet steeped in tradition, it taps into that flow of universal “juice”—a
spiritual life force enabling us to recall our true human potential, able to
transform and release us from this prison planet. Moreover, Nathan Sos runs a
factory that produces the Dystopiex, an ET-designed disruptor for neutralizing
the System’s weaponized electromagnetic waves—that’s a definite start!
This book asks a lot from its readers.
There is much to chew on here, from side forays into ayahuasca-land and meanderings into sufic lore. But for those red
pill mutants willing to undertake the journey, 23 Skiddoo yields up rich rewards. It’s an ambitious work that precipitates
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