The High Priestess

Censor the Minstrels

Burns is Brahma.

At least it's not pimping bread.

Jamaican me crazy.

Are you in the need of
PSYCHIC and SPIRITUAL HELP?

THE
GRADUATE SCHOOL
of
M E T A P H Y S I C A L
SEWER AND DRAIN SERVICE
Presents
LOWERING YOUR KUNDALINI ENERGY
(An Endarkment Workshop)
Featuring FRED MERTZ-BODHISSATVA

EXPERIENCE AN INSTANT LOWERING OF YOUR KUNDALINI!
In this workshop we will share each other's Voids, Abysses and Emptinesses.
INSINCERITY: SHARPEN YOU POWERS OF DECEPTION AND PERFECT
YOUR ABILITY TO APPEAR TO BE LISTENING WHEN YOU'RE ACTUALLY
NOT!

FOR ONE-HALF HOUR EACH DAY WE WILL FEEL SORRY FOR OURSELVES,
AND FOR ANOTHER WE WILL COMPLAIN SEPARATELY AND IN GROUPS!
LEARN TO CLOSE YOUR THIRD EYE!

THE RIGID BLOCK EXERCISE- Maximizing tension and inducing it in others.

FRAGMENTATION THERAPY: LETTING GO OF OUR OBSESSIONS WITH
"WHOLENESS*

LEARN HOW TO GET OFF CENTER AND STAY THERE!

Each day of the workshop we will experience "skeleton out of the closet hour" and
"welcome to my nightmare" in which you will discover specific techniques for
frightening friends and relatives.

HOW TO INVADE ANOTHER'S SPACE!!

For one hour daily we will collectively "bark" the word TRUTH in order to come to a
realization of its relative nature.

TEXT: I'm OK, You're NOT!

Fred Mertz-Bodhisattva experienced the lowering of his Kundalini during the Nixon
administration and has since served as Tentrick Consultant to the Boy Scouts of
America.

rama jama aum hammer

hands in pockets
and
floating through space
stars fell on Alabama
hit me upside
the head

funk is a factory

James Brown is a robot
tripping on the depth of the sun
swinging on karma vines
as mad soapbox robots pour
out butterflies wet and ringing
god damn Mr. Brown
let the suits see the truth in uhhh
whatever you got
we got to get to funkin
on that old rainbow juice
androids in hot pants
down on that boogie between worlds
buzzheavy feathered hat fools
moving in on dimensions wild
we tender robots gots to dance
like holy machines flowering
howling under them jungle rains
as shamans of mindless electricity
bang out this joy
this jam
grooving on godless
just a bleep bloop bleep
cause we got soul

Love,
Rev. MoonPie