Actually, that isn’t true at all. I made it up.
Aleister Crowley did teach, however, that the keeping of a daily magickal record was the essential tool for any serious aspirant. I stopped being serious once I joined the Discordian belief system, but still kept that record going for years. Then it became occasional.
Skip to the end: blogging is too demanding, so I’m microblogging.
The word itself is ridiculous. Take “blog”, already as ugly a word as one could hope to find. The verb form, “blogging”, seems to organically synonymize itself with the idea “be ineffectual”. Thus microblogging translates to be ineffectual on an even smaller scale than before.
I am nothing if not ambitious!
So the stream of consciousness dumping ground is globally published in real time. Tags replace the sephiroth, and the 22 paths become uncountable. Burning information into the soul is obsolete, as we instantly forget what we’ve learned once we store it. I used to know a few dozen phone numbers, now my phone knows them instead.
Tim Leary never did manage to get his head frozen. But I think they did shoot his ashes out into space.
