Greetings -- and thank you Zell for your description of the cut-up method, the ritual and it's power. Well written!! I will post one of the Sigils by one of Djinny's friends Scott Treleaven of "This is the SALiVATION Army" - a Radiqueer cult/zine from Toronto that Genesis encouraged Scott with. In this issue Genesis wrote a really provocative piece in Issue X called "Freedom ov Salivation: A Discourse on Being Radiqueer".

If anyone would like me to -- I'll transpose it on to the site we are making together at www.theesecondcouming.com/saliv...n.html
and there you will find how to make a Sigil in Scott's piece "The Other Function of the Orgasm".

BUT -- I thought this would be of interest to any Genesis fan -- or fan of his majick and it's relationship to the music of PTV3, TG and MANY of the other projects that he is involved in.

I think the most powerful "cut-up" releases were the Electric Newspaper by Genesis and Larry Thrasher -- which went on to become 'Thee Majesty' -- which is my fave all time Genesis musical project. The BEST place to purchase OFFICIAL recordings by Genesis & Co. is at
www.voiceprint.co.uk/voiceprint.php
where you all can find just about anything that Djin's various bands have released...including the Genesis Breyer P-Orridge Spoken Word Series, Thee Fractured Garden, etc. --- and one of my other faves: Genesis P-Orridge with Astrid Monroe -- BEAUTIFUL!!

In any case -- here's an excerpt of a couple written pieces Genesis sent me for the site and it can be seen at:
www.theesecondcouming.com/garden.html

THEE ONLY LANGUAGE IS LIGHT: Genesis Breyer P-Orridge

In thee search for signs, individuals see directions.

There was a time zone long ago when feet struggled across blood-biting flint, wrapped in animal skin. Bleached bone spoke ov thee snake way ov day. If you imagine a small child with a long ribbon, flicking their wrist sharply at each extremity of position fluidly in thee central space, you will picture thee flow of life as it was then. Regular, like thee trails ov a serpent on sahara sand. Each bended knee, wrapped in thee moisture-preserving layers of nomadic survival, elbow cricked for support, sees what has passed.

Time is that which passes. Arising, like a knighted Templar, to scan thee four directions. Thee point ov intersection between sky and earth is shimmering. Not clear. There is a spinning of equality. Mind, body, emotions and spirit. These come from thee simplicity ov looking. Hand raised to shield eyes, thee fingers ov thee Left hand create a flickering movement like a venetian blind. It is, of course, a frame – a threshold to travel through in light, and to light.

We have traveled through Time many thousands ov years. From ritual wandering towards words, into language: all ways ov closing down our basic nature, thee essence ov what we are. Light measured by Time. We have traveled through Time in a few lines, marks that have no flowing pattern, no snake-like calligraphy. We have been losing things as we converse.



We have described one-aspect ov evolutions.

We have described many.



Thee Sun is behind everything. Each second we observe tells us stories, parables, allegories. We see thee Sun. Our arms reach out to hold it. It seems so small; we have no sense ov perspective. Our boar-like grunts sound raw. We shake our matted manes and feel anger. Between this point on thee snaking ribbon and thee next, we do hold fire in our arms. Fire reflects thee Sun for us, gives us hope ov power. Butter we have accepted less than everything, and everything was permitted. As we sit around our cave fire, all life dances on the pitted stone. Within our circle is thee energy, thee stolen Sun. Outside our circle, thee reverse: thee mirror painting pictures at thee edge ov our vision.


We have described an aspect ov blindness.

We have drawn the failure of sight.


In thee desert, thee same process can occur. High on a tower thee Oracle faces thee Sun. Not trying to reach it, a hand stretches out. This person knows through many ages ov wisdom that thee Sun can never be held, butter it can be harnessed, it can even speak. Fingers spread, thee wrist is fluttered steadily. A particular frequency is reached. Eyes closed to thee light itself see more than words describe. Language, A quite different animal to words, pours forth. These are pictures, not speeches, stories and dreams, not discussions. These are truth. Yet only truth reflected outside thee circle.


We have described thee process.

Copyright Genesis Breyer P-Orridge