January 16th, 2007

From"Decoded" The arrival

We Each Have Our Own Door-A Parable

Bob Wilson died a couple of days ago. Now, I've known Bob as long as I can remember in all kinds of contexts; he was that kind of guy. I recall him attending a Gnostic Mass at Eulis Lodge when Bil and Lacy and I were the officers, and a long chat afterwards; speaking together at conspiracy buff conventions, and like that. He was very kind to me in "Everything is Under Control" which it isn't, and shouldn't be, which was kinda the point.

No matter what the context, he always called me "the UFO guy" which was fine with me.

This film says a lot about RAW. He was a friend of the movement, but not much of a joiner. An antiauthoritarian down to his soul. A lot of people will miss him, me very much included. I'm afraid the end of his life was not so pleasant; when Tim Beckley contacted me to let me know he had passed on, I felt that kind of grief and relief one feels for the long suffering.

About the fim:

"A parable within a parable. A koan about a koan.

A low-budget student film from 2004 and finalist in the 2005 Akira Kurosawa Memorial Short Film Festival in Tokyo.

Based on the written works of Robert Anton Wilson and an English translation of the short story "Before the Law," featured in the novel The Trial by Franz Kafka. "
From"Decoded" The arrival



"...let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New


Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from

every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able

to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews

and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in

the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

We, too, have a dream, and the dream of Freedom must not die, nor its advocates

be intimidated into silence.