Charlie Richardson

“Crowley’s self submitting not to a god but to his Self, the Left-Hand Path was remanifested in the West. The roots of this had been developing in the words of Friedrich Nietzsche and the magick of Paschal Beverly Randolph and the yoga-tantra blend that Pierre Bernard had brought to the American West Coast,”
― Don Webb, Overthrowing the Old Gods: Aleister Crowley and the Book of the Law

“36. In Summary: thoughts of the brain are experienced by us as arrangements and rearrangements – change – in a physical universe; but in fact it is really information and information-processing which we substantialize. We do not merely see its thoughts as objects, but rather as the movement, or, more precisely, the placement of objects: how they become linked to one another. But we cannot read the patterns of arrangement; we cannot extract the information in it – i.e. it as information, which is what it is. The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language, but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself). 37.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS

“22. I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.”
― Aleister Crowley, Aleister Crowley Collection Vol. 1 - The Book of the Law, The Book of Lies and Diary of a Drug Fiend

“As I did so I became suddenly and agonizingly aware of the nearness of the carrion thing, whose hideous hollow breathing I half fancied I could hear. Nearly mad, I found myself yet able to throw out a hand to ward off the foetid apparition which pressed so close; when in one cataclysmic second of cosmic nightmarishness and hellish accident my fingers touched the rotting outstretched paw of the monster beneath the golden arch.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Outsider